#5 x reader

He heard the footsteps of his siblings behind him before they stilled at the scene before them. Five wasn't one to be forced to knees so the fact that he was willingly crawling beside your body, pleading to whatever divine being was listening had them in shock.

Five's heartrate ticked up when he heard a flimsy breath from you and pulled away to watch your eyes flutter open slowly, though you looked incredibly weak.

"Shit (Y/N)," His voice cracked, "I thought I lost you."

You chuckled like you were on your last breath, sounding like your soul was leaving your body that very instant, "I thought you hated me?"

In between anxious pants, he hugged you once again, "Never, I could never hate you. Please don't leave me."

What happened next had his heart stopping in his chest.

You turned your head to the side, hearing a satisfying crack before sitting up and stretching, "Okay."

With wide eyes and a slightly amusing flabbergasted expression, he watched you stretch like it was nothing before standing up, cringing at the soggy blood that was now stuck to your clothes, hair and skin. The shower in succession to this was going to be no spa day.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaimed and you giggled at his face. It wasn't often that you'd catch Five off-guard but whenever you did, the rush made you feel on top of the world.

"I thought you got shot!"

You glanced back at the pool of blood with a raised brow, "That isn't mine. I was just coincidentally knocked unconscious into it."

"I thought you died!"

You shrugged, "Not my problem."

The next thing you knew, you were slammed against the wall with Five holding your collar, one hand tightening with a bruising pressure around your neck, cutting off your airway. His eyes were aflame, and you huffed out a laugh at the thought that he would actually end your life this time.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you, (Y/N)."

Amused, you raised a gentle hand to push away a strand of his hair from his eyes, trying hard not to get any blood on his skin.

"Oh, baby boy," You began, eyes flashing as you took out your signature pocket watch, the only time machine that was fashioned smaller than the briefcase, an invention of your own, "You can try."

A flash of light nearly blinded him and the next thing he knew, he was leaning against the wall himself, only a wisp of smoke being proof that you had even been there in the first place.

"Uh, Five?" Came Luthor's unsure voice, "Who was that?"

Five turned only to glare at his siblings who all blanched at the sight. A Five after an emotional response was usually full of fury and they didn't want to be on the receiving end of it.

"My partner."

***

"You have some fucking nerve." You glared at Five, who didn't even seem fazed by your sudden appearance in his home, continuing to calmly drink his coffee and read the paper, looking like the absolute picture of peace.

His siblings on the other hand were crowded towards the wall, trying to put as much distance between you and them. Whatever was the relationship between you and Five was not something they wanted to be involved in, especially when you had a gun pointed to him.

Five, on the other hand, didn't even flinch when he heard you cock the gun in your hands, finally raising his head to watch you like you were a rerun on television that was appearing for the hundredth time. He was literally staring down the barrel of a gun and it seemed like he couldn't be less bothered.

"Look, (Y/N), was it?" Luthor began and you glared at him, still pointing the gun at his brother, "I'm sure there's a way we can talk this out. You're Five's teammate, aren't you?"

Five had the audacity to smirk at you when you turned to him with even more anger in your eyes, if possible, "That's what he told you?!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He remarked, standing up from his seat at the dining table and moving towards the sink to leave his mug and an empty plate into it. Klaus, who was standing right next to the sink, scampered away from him to the other side of the kitchen and into Diego's arms.

"Don't play dumb, you asshole. You sound like a fucking idiot when you do."

Even though you couldn't see his face, since he kept his back turned towards you, you knew he was smirking that infuriating smirk of his that made you want to wipe the table with his face, "Isn't that the point of playing dumb, (Y/N)?"

You released a roar of anger and annoyance, pressing down the trigger and shooting. Five, having heard the gun, immediately jumped, disappearing in a flash of blue and your bullets cut through the light, shattering the window behind him.

He heard the gunshot of all your bullets before reappearing about 3 feet to the right, after being sure that your gun had been emptied out.

The sight of his back turned towards you had your teeth gritting in your mouth before you adjusted your hold on your gun before chucking it right at his head.

He heard a slight movement before something collided with the back of his head and he stumbled into the counter, hand immediately going to the bruised skull and he heard your ammunition clatter to the ground.

"What the fuck, (Y/N)!" He yelled, turning around but you simply scowled and rolled your eyes, storming out of the kitchen and slamming the door behind you even though you both knew you were able to use your pocket watch to make an exit.

The kitchen was quiet for a couple moments with Five hissing quietly at the small bump on the back of his head and his siblings huddled up in the corner like a bunch of scared puppies.

He sighed when the pain finally subsided before bending down for the gun and your combat boots appeared in his line of sight. He stood up straight and met your gaze. All the anger had long fizzled out and the scowl on your face was replaced with an adorable frown that bordered on being a pout.

Five's heart actually fluttered in his chest when you raised your hand, pout becoming slightly more pronounced like you were a child being scolded by their parent.

"Gun, please."

With an amused smile, he placed the gun in your hands and you turned on your heel, leaving the room much quieter than you had the first time and when he heard the door click softly after you, he couldn't resist the small smile on his face.

Until one of his siblings spoke up, "What just happened?"

***

The second time you flashed into the mansion, you looked like you owned the place, not giving a shit about the actual owners and instead striding to the bar. Five raised a brow when you pulled out a bottle of liquor and a shot glass.

"Rough night?" He commented, looking up from his book as you uncapped the bottle and poured yourself a shot, downing it quickly after and grimacing at the burn.

You just sighed, not bothering to reply to him as you poured yourself another one. He quickly stepped up to the bar, grabbing the shot and downing it, ignoring the glare you sent him, "You need to space yourself, or else you'll pass out right here."

You scoffed, "Please, my tolerance is higher than yours."

His brows went toward his hairline, "Want to bet?"

And that's how the two of you began drinking. Eventually you came out from behind the bar and sat beside him on one of the stools. The two of you didn't bother to look at each other, instead staring straight and only taking your eyes off the liquor display when you tilted your head back to swallow the drink.

You were slowly getting drunk and even though the buzz was much appreciated and missed, you simply had no energy to keep up with it. Five was right; you'd probably end up passing out there, your joints felt like molten lava that solidified into some lump of stone. Moving was beyond your capacity at the moment.

"Why won't you just listen to me for once." You weren't asking him; you likely didn't even want to know the answer, but you just wanted to get out what had been weighing your tongue down.

"I have to do this." Came his reply and it was just as you expected, short and to the point, completely unlike the man himself who towered over you and was more than he seemed at first glance. Five was many things but simple was not one of them. You wished he were, it would make the stubborn chains squeezing your heart feel lighter.

"You never hear me." You huffed and he chuckled lightly, tipping his head back and swallowing, licking whatever was left on his lips. He glanced back at you, eyes flickering to the half-drunk shot on the table as he heard you sigh for the umpteenth time since arriving.

"Tired?"

Your hands were slightly shaking from exhaustion as you grabbed the glass and let the alcohol sit on your tongue for a while, shutting your eyes like your body begged you to.

The length of time you took blinking increased as the seconds ticked by, getting increasingly sleepier as the initial buzz of alcohol began to wear off, leaving heavy steel in your veins that weighed your body down.

Five gently wrapped an arm around you, feeling the dead weight of your body against his side. You whined lightly, fidgeting in his foreign touch; it was gentler than it had been in a long time. He shushed you, cooing as you squirmed in his grip before settling against him.

Your breathing evened out until soft snores were escaping your nose and he chuckled, holding onto you securely before jumping to his bedroom and setting you down on the bed, holding your head gently as he lowered it down to his pillow.

You wiggled a little, getting comfortable against the cool sheets as he pulled off your jacket and shoes before tucking you in the duvet. The contented sigh had a smile pulling on his face as your tiny fingers grabbed onto the top of the duvet, cuddling into it with a smile on your face.

He sat on the floor beside you, calmly crossing his legs like he had all the time in the world as he watched you breathe in and out, falling deeper asleep knowing that Five was still in the room.

"I hear you, (Y/N). Even though I might not always listen."

***

Glancing around the room, Five came to a well thought out conclusion. His siblings and him were wildly outnumbered. A strategic retreat seemed like the most sensible thing but Five knew that he couldn't. This was the only moment in time where he and his siblings had even the slightest sliver of hope to complete their mission.

Hearing gunshots all around them made his heart beat a tiny bit faster. Of course, this wasn't his first time in a gun fight nor would it be his last but knowing that he and his siblings were surrounded by men who were all armed had him realizing that any second, something could go terribly wrong.

"Five watch out!" Luthor shouted, smothered by a couple men that were trying to subdue him and Five made the mistake of hesitating for a second before jumping away.

A gunshot was the next thing he heard, and it felt like time had stopped around him. Would the next thing he felt be a bullet lodged in his spine?

"The only one allowed to kill him is me, you fucker!" He heard and sighed in utmost relief, turning around to see you standing at the top of the staircase, holding a smoking gun at the man who now lay crumpled at Five's feet.

The sight of your furious face brought him just as much elation as it did fear in the eyes of your enemies. A few seconds later and more men dropped to the ground as bullet shells were ejected from the handgun.

"Right on time." He smirked and you rolled your eyes, shooting men that tried to hide under the flight of stairs for cover.

"Shut the hell up, idiot. I told you not to do this." You called out, groaning when you found your gun to be empty and pulling out a loaded magazine and reloading the gun. In the moment that you had ducked to reload your weapon, a gunman made his way up the stairs, pointing his own pistol at you.

"Five!"

In a second of blue light, you were beside the man on the ground floor, shooting your assailant in the back of the head before aiming at the ones beneath the staircase.

Once all the attackers were either killed or knocked unconscious, the other siblings met with you and Five where you stood, only to find their brother rubbing a bruise on his chin where you punched him a second ago.

"You never listen to me, idiot. If I hadn't been there today, you would've been swiss cheesed." You chastised, rubbing your fingers gingerly over your bruised knuckles before rolling back your shoulders. Fighting always deserved a nice, relaxing bath after.

"I don't understand why you have to do everything alone all the time." You grumbled just as the rest of his siblings walked up to you with a question apparent on their faces.

"I thought you two were partners?" Vanya began, "Why would he do everything alone?"

"Well, first of all, he's Five." You huffed, shooting a meaningless glare at the man standing by your side who looked all too pleased with himself, "And second, we're not partners in a work sense."

"Then?"

"I guess you could say life partners?" You shrugged, "I'm his wife."

"But we've never seen you two in the same room and not try to kill each other?"

"Welcome to married life."

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That was probably why she protected you like the world's biggest diamond. You had yet to see the world past the fence of the manor and it was just as your mother preferred. She wanted you safe at all times and the best way to do that was to shield you from other people's sights.

She made sure no one ever knew of you, keeping you happy and healthy with her so you could never leave her.

But you never told her about how you would watch the kids next door through the window in your bedroom when they would train in the yard. They weren't like you, they had abilities and powers that you didn't share. Maybe that was why your mother had forbidden you from speaking with them.

You did spend a lot of time wondering whether you were the normal one or them.

Little did you know, you had more in common with the seven of them than you realized.

You used to dream vividly since before you could even remember. Vivid dreams were a part of your childhood, and they would be so clear and realistic that as a young girl, you usually had trouble differentiating between the two. Dreams about the world outside your big house were common.

You'd wake up all excited and giddy for the day that you'd finally be allowed to step outside of the house and meet other people. You never mentioned them to your mother, scared she would get upset at you and in your nightly dreams, you would escape to another reality.

You used to dream of the boy next door.

But that's all you thought they were; dreams.

Oh, how wrong you were.

***

"Let's run away."

You burst into laughter, turning to look at Five's serious face. He looked so determined and you couldn't help but chuckle at him. You both knew he was joking but for some reason, he looked offended that you were laughing.

"It's just school, Five. I, for one, am looking forward to my first day of public school." You said with a light tone, going back to your task of sorting your stuff for tomorrow. Perhaps it was a little too dedicated, but you were excited to finally go to school with other people.

"I already know everything that needs to be known. Why do I have to go to school?" Came his haughty response and you rolled your eyes.

"To develop social skills? To get a hold of your temper? To make other friends and ensure you don't end up dying an old man alone in your house beside a monkey? Because it's the law? Need I go on?"

He scoffed, "Why would I be dying alone? You'd be there."

You shrugged, "I dunno. Apparently high school is the perfect place for romance. According to books at least."

"That's fiction. And bold of you to assume that you'd be falling in love with anyone else without me biting their head off."

You smiled, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his lips quickly, "So, you'll come?"

"Yeah, but only because Pogo isn't the best life partner. Ask my father."

***

You dreamt often of Five Hargreeves, before you even met him the first time and immediately you believed that these had to be just figment of your active imagination when you finally did interact with him.

The Five Hargreeves from your dreams was warm and always looked at you with a spark in his eyes. Like you were worth more than his life ever could repay. Like you were worth more than the entire world could ever repay.

But the boy next door was cold and looked mildly repulsed whenever you both made eye contact. Of course, you didn't interact much with him, considering you both had parents that kept a short leash on you.

You enjoyed spending time with one of his siblings.

On the days that your mother had left for work and their father was busy, you both would open your own sides of the gate and sit on the grass of your respective lawns. Ben had once suggested that you cross so you could see their house, but you were scared of your mother finding out. He said he understood.

"Why are you hanging out with the recluse from next door?" Five asked one day, haughtily sauntering into the yard and you looked up, startled at hearing the familiar voice. Of course, this was the first time he had ever spoken to you, but it was the voice you heard each night.

It was always so much gentler than the tone he was using right now, and your heart sank at the realization. You shook your head, trying to remind yourself that they were just dreams. They didn't mean anything, and you shouldn't get your feelings hurt because you were stupid enough to believe that they did.

But your mind was cruel. Because as long as you were in those dreams, the emotions you felt were real. You felt butterflies in your stomach when you woke up and your heart felt light from just a simple dream.

It wasn't real.

So why hadn't your heart gotten the message?

***

One thing you had learnt while having to live alone was that you needed to fill in your time some way or the other. As a result, you had gotten a lot of hobbies, many of which your mother greatly supported. She was always so happy to come home from work to find that you had baked her cookies or tended to her garden.

It had been a regular day for you, except you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something you were supposed to do and no matter how much you racked your brain, you simply couldn't remember what it was.

You made dinner and dessert, updated your dream journal, finished varnishing a painting and you even had time to mend the hole you had ripped into your pants when you were pulling weeds from the garden.

Your mother came home soon after, delighted to see that you had made dinner even though she had insisted that she would do it. You didn't want her to have more work when she came home from a long day.

You told her to freshen up while you set the table and she nodded, thanking you with a kiss before she left to change. You began your task, excited for your mother to taste your food. The last time, you had accidently made it too salty, but she still ate it without complaint.

Just as your hand grasped the glasses, you felt extremely dizzy and your first thought was to sit down but before you had the opportunity, your vision clouded over and suddenly you didn't recognize where you were.

It was like a desert land, where everything was in ruins and had crumbled to dust into the ground. You felt heat and a dry, sandy wind blow past you. You looked around, only seeing destroyed buildings and dust for as long as the eye could see.

Then you heard a sound and when you turned, you could see someone rip through the air, a blue light surrounding him until he clawed his way into the world.

And there Five Hargreeves stood with a proud smile on his face before he realized where he was. He tried using his powers again, tried to shift through this world again but it failed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't teleport once again.

He was stuck there.

You gasped and the world before your eyes flashed again before you were once again in the dining room. The glasses in your hand tumbled out of your grip and shattered against the floor and you stumbled as your knees buckled and you tried to sit down.

Your heart was pumping in your chest and with shaking hands, you tried to brush strands of hair away from your face, trying to make sense of what just happened. This couldn't have been a dream, you were wide awake, it didn't make sense.

Did you simply imagine it? Why would you? You hadn't even been thinking of Five.

Something wasn't right and no matter how hard you tried to shake it off, you just couldn't help but thing that something was seriously wrong. Or something was about to go wrong.

So, despite your mother’s countless warnings and despite knowing that she would be upset when you returned, you gathered yourself before sprinting out the front door and running to your neighbour’s house.

You got there just in time to see Five leave and you ran a little faster, trying to catch up to him and stop him before he could time travel. Anxiety began bubbling through your veins and each second you got closer, you were worried you would be too slow.

You were just a fraction of a second too late because just as your fingers had reached for his arm, he disappeared in a flash of blue. You felt a cold wind suck you in and you felt the floor disappear from beneath your feet.

And then all you saw was black.

***

17 YEARS LATER

"So, Five, how's the wife?" Klaus asked nonchalantly, taking a bite of his pancakes and immediately all the clatter stopped. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy.

"Are you high again, Klaus?" Came his usual snippy voice and Klaus looked around in mild confusion before he realized why everyone was staring at him like he had grown another head.

"Oh right, I just imagined that."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Well, I just always assumed that you got hitched and ran away with (Y/N)." He replied idly, pouring a bit of maple syrup on top of his pancakes. Five looked undisturbed, like the sound of your name hadn't rung a bell in his mind even though it did.

How could he forget your name?

The girl next door.

The prettiest girl he had ever seen in his entire life. With eyes that sparkled and a smile brighter than the sun. He remembered vaguely the amount of butterflies that aimlessly flapped their wings in the depths of his stomach whenever he saw you speaking with his brother, dress muddy from the grass but still smiling.

He had a helpless, big, fat crush on you throughout his childhood but every time he wanted to speak to you, to introduce himself to you, to say something, all would come out of his mouth was a snarky insult.

He would see the way your face would fall at his tone and so would his heart to his feet but it was difficult for him to bear his emotions to you.

When he was stuck in the apocalypse, he had looked for you, tirelessly but he never found your body. With a grieving acceptance, he realized you must have gotten to do bigger things with your life and moved far away, forgetting all about the boy next door.

"(Y/N)? You mean our old neighbour?" Allison asked, sounding like she remembered you a little too well. Klaus would have asked her about it, but it didn't really matter too much to him.

Klaus nodded, "Yeah, she disappeared around the same time Five did. I just assumed that they had some forbidden love, and they ran away. Sometimes, when I wondered where you were, I guess I just felt comforted at the thought you were married some place with a few kids."

Five looked mildly disturbed at the thought, grimacing at his brother who just merely shrugged before turning back to his food with a final comment about how they would have made a cute couple.

"She disappeared the same time as me?"

Vanya nodded, vaguely remembering the details, "The same day, if I'm not mistaken but her mother only filed a missing person’s report a few days later. I don't think she was ever found."

Five nodded, wanting to know more just to satisfy his curiosity but he kept his mouth shut, choosing to fill it with coffee and some dry toast.

That was until they heard a loud sound from their living room, the sound of wind hurling and the fabric of time and space ripping open. Five knew that sound like the sound of his own voice. It was the same sound he heard whenever he time travelled.

He immediately jumped to the living room, where his siblings followed, only to see a girl rip through the air and then tumble into their carpet, groaning as soon as she made impact.

You groaned lightly, feeling like your brain had split in two and your head was spinning so bad that it was difficult for your eyes to focus on anything.

"Who are you? How did you get here?"

You didn't reply, just moaning softly as you tried to get the room to stop spinning. You couldn't stop your head from lolling when Five grabbed you by the collar, instead you held onto his arms for stability, finally getting used to being on solid ground.

"Wait a second, is that? It's (Y/N) from like 17 years ago."

You stared up at Five with a disoriented expression and his hands slowly slid from your collar to support you by the arms. You gazed up at him with sparkly eyes and wide-blown pupils.

Five swallowed painfully.

You were still so pretty.

Fuck.

When it felt like the world had finally stopped shaking and you could think clearly, your eyes fluttered open to find 6 of the Hargreeves siblings staring at you with apprehensive expressions. You wondered just what you should say to them, how to start this conversation but before you could open your mouth, your stomach interrupted you, grumbling loudly.

'Ah, that's right, I didn't have dinner.' You remembered, feeling the familiar but also foreign burn of hunger in your stomach.

You gave them a sheepish smile, "Do you have anything to eat?"

***

You didn't say anything throughout breakfast, only taking time to ask them questions instead while shovelling pancakes, fruit, toast slathered with peanut butter, Nutella and jam, coffee with a lot of cream and sugar and juice into your mouth while the rest of them stared at you with mildly horrified expressions.

It wasn't your fault; you hadn't eaten for a while.

"So, what's today's date?" You asked, washing down some toast with a fresh glass of juice.

"May 23rd, 2019." You nodded, deep in thought while you tried to remember just what time you were expected to be at the location. You spared a glance at the clock, realizing that you were going to cut it a little close. You didn't really have much time to explain anything to them

You grimaced, realizing that you were going to have to ask them to trust you even though they should have no reason to. You stood up, dusting all the crumbs off your clothes before pointing at Five and Luther.

"I need you both to come with me, there's something that needs your attention."

You didn't say anything else, leaving the room so they could follow you just as you knew they would. Five and Luther would be the ones that wouldn't be able to let you go without saying something or trying to confront you. It was their personality.

Just as Luther was going to follow Five, Allison stopped him with a hand to his shoulder. The expression on her face was one that he didn't expect, she looked concerned but also was trying very hard to make him listen to what she had to say very carefully, "Listen, if she tells you to do something that doesn't make any sense, just listen to her."

His brows furrowed, "What?"

"Just trust me."

***

You didn't completely understand what happened to you when you tried to stop Five from teleporting at first. It took a while but after many years, you began to assume a theory that you had come up with was the truth. After all, no one else had gone through what you had been through.

When Five time travelled for the first time and you tried to interrupt him, you were too late. You didn't reach him in time to travel with him and instead when he ripped through the fabric of his own reality to travel forward, you had fallen through the hole before Five had managed to close it.

So, as a result, you were stuck outside of reality, in a dimension that was obsidian black, where nothing existed, not even light. You were trapped there for years, not being able to see anything other than black. Not being able to move or speak or even listen because there was no sound.

For a while you went insane. But then a few years passed and eventually the bout of insanity passed.

During this time, all that kept some pieces of your shattered mind held together was your dreams. The dreams that you thought for so long were just figments of your imagination actually turned out to be visions.

They weren't extremely vivid things that you had just fabricated in your head, they were glimpses into your future. You dreamt of Five, since he was apparently going to be very involved in your future and those visions had kept you sane, they kept you motivated.

You saw many things, some were important days like your wedding day or honeymoon. You kept track of extremely significant dates and essential things that you needed to change once you returned. Like the time Luther went on a mission alone and got killed or the time Klaus got into a bad bar fight and ended up hospitalized.

Sometimes you'd see trivial things like having breakfast with your sister-in-law or drinking with your brother-in-law. But no matter how small or ordinary it was, it had your heart feeling light.

One day, Five Hargreeves would look at you like you had strung all the stars in the sky with your bare hands.

One day you'd be able to lie down in a soft bed, in your partner's arms and feel loved and safe and present. You'd speak with others and build connections with them and have people that are significant to your life.

One day you would get the chance to leave and then everything would be okay.

You waited and waited, until finally Five decided to time travel again and he ripped open a hole through reality and time, a hole through which you were able to propel yourself through until you landed in present day.

You could see the future and it was exactly why you needed Five and Luther to finish this mission. Maybe with you and Five by his side, Luther wouldn't end up dead at the end of today.

But you were realizing that maybe you should have offered some kind of explanation as you watched Five pound his fists against this man's face. Luther stood off to the side, not bothering to interfere with his crazy brother while you both watched.

Just as you were about to say something, to tell him to stop bloodying his hands when the world stopped turning for a second. Five's hands stopped mid-punch and your eyes flashed bright. Images and pictures began flashing in your head and yet again another vision invaded your mind. When you blinked, you were back in the sealed warehouse with the others and suddenly filled with panic.

"Wait, Five! Stop!"

He didn't listen. Of course, he didn't.

When you tried to pull him off the man, he elbowed you out of the way instinctively and you turned to Luther with a helpless expression.

"Luther, stop him!"

He wasn't going to listen to you. Why should he? But then he remembered Allison's words and instead of listening to the logical part of his brain, he used his strength to pull his brother off the man that was getting beaten up.

You grabbed Five, "Get us out of here."

"What? I'm not-"

"Do it or we're all gonna die!"

There was a flash of blue light right before the room erupted into flames.

***

You tried to avoid all of their accusing eyes while you calmly sipped on your juice through a straw. They had a million questions, which they were kind of entitled to, but you weren't exactly sure what to tell them. You didn't know half the answers yourself.

"How did you know that the room was going to blow?"

"Why did you bring us there in the first place?"

"How are you here?"

"How did you get into our living room?"

You were trying to wrap your mind around it yourself when finally, Allison spoke up with a definite tone instead of an interrogative one.

"You can see the future."

Your eyes snapped to hers to find the expression on her face was certain. This wasn't a question. She knew of your abilities. Before you could even say anything in response, she tossed a book onto the table, and you immediately recognized it.

"My dream journal?"

"Your entry from 2001, says that you had a dream about me and my daughter, Claire."

Then the room erupted into shouts and accusations about why she hadn't bothered to share this with them before and wanting to take a look at the journal themselves.

You watched them nervously, not used to being around people after so long and slinked out of the chair to get some fresh air. It was suffocating to be in that small room with so many people and even though being alone kind of scared you, you also realized that you were a little too used to silence.

As long as you could see other things you would be fine, you thought as you sat on the front steps of their porch and stared at the lit houses across the street.

It wasn't long before you were joined by someone.

"So, how long have you been alone?" Five asked, snapping you out of your thoughts with a start and looked up at him with an expression he could only compare to a frightened kitten.

You let out a flustered laugh, "I don't know wh-"

"You don't get to be my age without recognizing fear of being around people." You laughed at that, considering the person sitting beside you was merely thirteen. You both looked so young, but you were both aware that you have lived way longer than anyone could ever guess.

"I mean, I was just like you when I first joined the Commission." He said and his voice was almost so raw that you were slowly getting convinced. You didn't know exactly why you didn't want to tell anybody but for some reason, telling him had your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"So, how long?"

You gave him a sheepish smile, "A couple hundred years? Give or take."

His eyes widened. He was expecting you to say ten or twenty or maybe even fifty but to be trapped for more than a hundred years all alone was something he never could have imagined.

Maybe it was because you looked thirteen, but he knew it wasn't. It was because of the way your eyes sparkled, the gentleness of your smile, the glow of your skin, how could those beautiful and innocent things face the cruelty of isolation for so long?

"Time didn't pass there. I didn't age. I didn't need to eat, or sleep, or even breathe." You explained, assuming that his silence was because he was wondering how you survived for so long and still looked the way you did.

But Five was thinking nothing more of the pain he felt all those years alone and knowing that you had been through more than that made his heart clench in a way he didn't expect. That life was something he would only wish on his worst enemies but for you, oh so beautiful you, to have gone through the same things he did, he felt horrible.

But still your eyes shined brightly, still you smiled despite having the weight of the world on your shoulders, and he admired you for it.

Finally, he spoke.

"I don't know how you did it. I probably would have killed myself." He said it so lightly, that it almost seemed like a joke but you both knew it was more than that.

"Yeah well, I lived in a pocket dimension that didn't have anything in it, so I couldn't kill myself even if I tried." You admitted quietly. Something told Five that you did try.

"I didn't know."

"I didn't expect you to." You replied, looking up at the night sky. It was the only thing that hadn't changed. Sometimes you'd look up at the dark, clear sky and be stricken with fear that you had ended up in the same place. You could only imagine that Five felt the same way, whenever he was alone, whenever he teleported some place.

"Listen," You started, turning your body toward him and he turned his gaze to you, "I know that you're scared. I know how you feel. And I'm probably the only one who does."

Even though your mind told you not to, you reached out to gently place your hand on his. The simple touch of his skin against yours scared you slightly. It had been so long since you held someone so now when you felt his warm skin underneath yours, it was scary.

He looked so small like this and for a second you could just pretend you were two kids, but you knew that it wasn't possible for you to go on and live your lives. Not with the end of the world coming so soon.

"And sometimes, I'm going to know more than you. And I'm going to ask you to do things that you won't understand. But I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

You were so pretty.

Five blamed puberty for the way his heart was pounding and the heat slowly burning at his ears. Your hand squeezed his delicately and he nodded, "I can begin to trust you."

You spared him a smile, "If I say 'jump'?"

He sighed, pausing for a minute to watch your expectant gaze before relenting, "I ask 'how high?'."

You let out a big breath, trying to be optimistic but he could see right through you, "We're gonna be okay."

He didn't know why but he needed to reassure you. He wanted to make you feel sated and sheltered and safe. You both shared a glance before he leaned in.

You flinched, tightening your grasp around his hand but not pulling away. He stopped a hair away from your lips and you watched him apprehensively before realizing that he was waiting for you to give him the okay. He was waiting for your consent.

Your eyes fluttered close and Five felt your hand trembling in his when you leaned in to gently brush your lips against his. Your stomach was in knots and your chest was filled with so many butterflies that it was hard to breathe.

But it was still nice.

When Five pulled away, he watched your eyes open and you stare up at him in a mix of embarrassment and happiness before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

"We're gonna be okay."

You smiled softly.

You had another vision

***

It was a serene night.

You were fast asleep in bed, curled up into yourself but still facing your husband as he slept like a log beside you. The room was big, and moonlight flittered through the curtains, tinting the room a faint blue.

A frame sat on the bedside table and a candid picture of you and Five lay within it. You were in a white dress, and he was in a suit. You had a bouquet clasped in your hand and your foreheads were pressed together intimately while wide smiles graced your faces. It looked like he had just told you something funny with the way his eyes were trained on your face as you laughed.

The door creaked open, and a sliver of light entered the room before muffled footsteps hit the ground. Five stirred, hearing the sounds, only snapping awake when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Daddy, wake up."

His eyes immediately snapped open to find his 4-year-old daughter beside him, face stricken with tears and his heart shook with panic at her expression of despair.

He sat up and pulled her into his lap, "What's wrong?"

"I had a bad dream." She hiccupped, hiding her wet face in his chest and he sighed, hugging her tightly and kissing the crown of her head. She was holding her favourite stuffed toy in his arms but let go of it so she could wrap her arms around her father’s neck.

"Do you need anything? I can put our lamp in your room if you want." He murmured softly to her so as to not wake you since he knew you had trouble sleeping lately.

She shook her head against his chest, turning to look up at him, "Can I sleep with you and mommy?"

Five hesitated. It's not that he didn't want to let her sleep beside him, especially if she was frightened to return to her room but he didn't want to make a habit of it, especially since he knew there would be no more room for her in your shared bed in a few months.

But looking at her little terrified face, he couldn't bear to say no.

"Okay, but don't wake up mom. She hasn't been sleeping well."

She nodded obediently and crawled into the space beside you, turned towards her father. Five carefully pulled the covers up snug around her before lying down himself.

It was quiet for a few minutes before she tried reaching for her stuffed toy and ended up kicking you in the ribs so hard that you snapped awake.

"What happened?" You asked, noticing her blotchy cheeks and red nose, knowing that she had been crying. Relieved that you were awake, your daughter curled into your side, burrowing her head into your chest.

"Bad dream." Five explained and you nodded, turning your gaze to your daughter.

"Do you want to talk about it, baby girl?" You honestly wanted to go back to sleep but you would rather have this conversation now than remind her the next morning.

"A big, scary monster was chasing me!" She exclaimed, sounding near tears again as she huddled closer to you, and you held her tightly.

"A monster? How silly." You chastised softly, making her look up at you, "Your daddy and I are right here. Even monsters are scared of your daddy, imagine how scared they would be if he found out that one of them was chasing after his precious baby girl."

"They'd be so scared of him. They'd say 'Oh no! We're sorry! We didn't know it was your princess! We won't ever do it again!'." You said, nuzzling your nose against her cheek and she giggled, "You trust your dad to keep you safe, don't you?"

She nodded firmly, staring up at you with a look of childlike innocence and wonder and you smiled, pecking her forehead, and hugging her tightly.

Five chuckled at your theatrics, looking at you with awe and admiration at how well you were able to calm her down and came closer to take his family in his arms. You felt the slight chill of his wedding ring against your arm before giving him a loving smile.

He leaned over his daughter's head to peck your lips lightly and then lowered his hand to press against your baby bump. Your eyes fluttered shut and you drifted off into sleep.

It was a serene night.

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