#dyn tbd

While before, Five used to be fine waking up in the wee hours of the morning because of their father having them on such strict schedules, now he dreaded getting up so early, but he adapted as his dear father would say. These days he couldn’t sleep because every time he closed his eyes, he saw destruction, he experienced his first moment in the future all over again. From the ruins of the Academy loaded over the lifeless bodies of his team, his family. It was all he could see. He felt the confusion again, the fear creeping in, and the resolved feeling he felt when he realized that he was stuck and he was utterly alone. The memories of the horrors he faced never left him, and while flashbacks happened while he was awake, they were worse when he attempted to sleep, they were inescapable.

Therefore, after another sleepless night, Five was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee as soon as the first rays of daylight appeared over the horizon.

He knew thequestion was justified considering that the last time she left him alone tosleep, he got right up and ‘snuck’ outthe door. It was a hard habit to break though, doing things on his own. He hadbeen alone for so long that he had toconsistently remind himself that he didn’t have to struggle alone anymore, not that his siblingshad been that helpful thus far. Healso wanted so much to protect them,protect Vanya especially, because he couldn’t bare to see her hurt, to seeany of them even close to the waythey were when he first landed in the future. “I have an errand to run.” wasall he said in response, but glancing back andseeing her expression he added, “I’ll be back by the time that you wake up,you won’t lose me again Vanya.”

After a while, one gets used to coming home with bloodstained clothes and variousinjuries, clothes could be repurchased and the physical pain of injuries becomesmore of an annoyance than anythingelse. That was Five’s mindset as he sat at the kitchen table in the Academy, absentlycleaning the semi-deep cut that was agift from his latest confrontation.

At Astrid’s words, he turned to looked her, lips curvedupward a bit, giving her a half-smileas he shrugs his good shoulder and says, “I could do it better that anyhospital, I’ve had worse.” Whilethose words weren’t exactly comforting, Five didn’t take them back, nor did heelaborate, “Do you mind handing me the needle and thread?”