#older!five

You walked into the little donut shop on your way to meet your best friend Vanya. She loved this place as a kid and you wanted to see her get that happy nostalgic smile when she thinks of all the nights she spent here as a kid. They were some of her better memories. You never met any of her family but she told you that they were a rowdy bunch. And you believed her.

You sat at the counter with a copy of Les Fleurs du mal. Poetry. It was something that you could pick up and read when you needed to pass the time and as you waited for your very simple order of two glazed donuts, a coffee, and a black tea, it kept your mind from drifting. For some reason there was this dark haired kid at the other end of the counter staring at you, breaking your focus.

"French poetry?" The boy finally asked. "Is it in the original language or are you one of those girls who likes to look foreign and smart? Because you don't look like one of those girls trying to be smart. You look like you are smart."

You sigh though your nose and sit straighter on your stool. "I learned French before I learned English so if you are smart you'd assume it's in French." You go to pick up the book again.

"That only answered one of my questions sweetheart." He smirks and you almost hit him.

"Listen I don't know who you think you are or why my intelligence is any of your business but I'd appreciate if you just let me get my order and leave before you embarrass yourself or worse me." You sass as a response.

"Oh? Feisty are we?" He says, leaning over the spot between the two of you. He's studying you. You know this. So you study him. "What instrument?" He asks, pointing at the small case behind you.

This completely catches you off guard but you try your best to recover quickly. "What?"

"What instrument do you play?" He repeats. "Violin correct? My sister plays."

"Actually cello but my friend talked me into trying the violin. Speaking of her, I should go." You say side-eyeing the bag the lady sets in front of you.

"Wait!" The boy jumps up and grabs your hand, you pull your hand from him and pick up the violin case.

You look at him expectantly.

"Go on a date with me." He half-plead.

"No. I-I can't. I'd like to but I'm already late. Maybe another time." You smile.

As quickly as you can manage you rush out of the shop and finish your journey to your friends apartment. You walk up the stairs to the second floor and knock twice. That's all it took for Vanya to appear and let you in.

"Hey I'm sorry about this but I have to go to the academy today. We'll have to save your violin lesson for another day." Vanya blurts.

"Vanya it's okay!" You chirped, "How about we eat first then head over? I could drive?"

"You sure? My family might have questions you don't want to answer." She rubs her sleeves together. Her cardigan was a size too big. It was probably one of yours.

"Yes, Vanya, you could use some back up with them. I'm perfect for that!" You beam.

"What are you going to do? Turn invisible?" She laughs as she pulls out her donut.

"Well," You smile, "I can also read minds, I could throw something at them if they're mean to you." You float your cup towards you as a demonstration.

"Remind me again how you got here?" She grumbled.

"You mean being 19 and having powers like you?" Vanya nods, though a mouthful of her breakfast. "All I remember is a white room. There was this other girl but I guess they liked her more. Instead of killing me when I was seven they gave me to an adoption agency in 2008. That's really all I remember." You glance at Vanya as she thinks.

"I should've told you this sooner but your a year and a half younger then one of my brothers." She smiles mischievously.

"I though you hated all of your brothers?" You question.

"Yeah, I do, but this one is not half bad. Little snarky but I know you and I know him and you could put him in his place!" Vanya cheers as she stands to get ready.

"Vanya I tell you this every time. I don't date people." You say, leaning on the door frame.

"Well you're in luck (Y/n)! Neither does he!!" She teased.

"Vanya you're my best friend and you know I'd do anything for you but I am not going out with your brother." You say, grabbing your keys and heading out the door with Vanya on your heals.

"We'll see." She giggles to herself.

At the grand entrance of the Academy, you stood taking the expensive antique furniture thinking of how Vanya turned out the way she did.

"Who invited the bomb?" Her bulkier brother questioned.

"I did." Her sister says. "Vanya!" She hugs Vanya and you stand awkwardly behind her, waiting to be introduced.

"Oh! Right... Allison this is my friend, (Y/n). We were in the middle of a practice when you called." Vanya explains.

"Well it is very nice to meet you (Y/n). I'm Allison. The rude one is Luther. The high one in my skirt is Klaus. Diego is in all black and..." She trails off in though.

"And I am Five." The boy from the donut shop smirks when you turn to face him. You assumed you masked your shock poorly.

"You. The boy from..." You point.

"Yeah it's so nice to see you again too Sweetheart." He uncrossed his arms and walked to the living room.

You followed behind Vanya and Allison.

You sat in between Vanya and Klaus, half listening to the "family meeting." It was a lot of Five talking and the rest giving input. Something about alternate timelines. It wasn't until Diego spoke that you sat up and paid more attention.

"Well Vanya brought her into this!" He provoked, "She doesn't even have powers!"

You look at Vanya, who just looks away as she rubs her neck. "Actually..." She trails off.

"Actually what?" Luther jumps in.

You stood up "Actually!" You pull a book off a shelf from across the room, startling everyone.

Five smirks as he nods at you, the rest are to embarrassed that you stood up to them.

"I can also read minds so if you could stop thinking of me as a burden I'd greatly appreciate it." You reveled.

"Okay so she's in!"Five concludes and with that the meeting disbands.

You find yourself looking at family portraits and notice that Vanya isn't in any of them.

"So French poetry?" A voice startles you and you turn invisible before you can stop it.

"Invisibility?" Five crosses his arms again.

"Sorry. I-you scared me. That one is a bit more of a reflex. And my head hurts from mind reading for the past two hours." You admit.

"How about we explore your powers a bit more over some coffee? For your headache?" Five offers.

You smile and look over his shoulder to see Vanya lurking in a corner, watching you interact with him.

"Um," You think, making eye contact with Vanya, who gives you a thumbs up. "Sure if it'll get you to stop staring at me." You whisper.

    A few years and quite a few more missions later, Five kept his promise to never leave you. He took it a little more literal then you though he was going to which you did not mind at all. Where ever he went he was sure to bring you along. After his lifetime in the apocalypse and your childhood never trusting anyone, it felt nice to have someone reliable around. It's been weird but your communication with each other was what adapted your relationship. Who knew being alone in a wasteland for forty years would make someone so touched starved.

"Drinking again Five?" You smug. He drank a lot but you never had a taste for it since your fiancee drank too much.

"Yes Sweetheart. And to answer your next question NO I'M NOT DRUNK." He knew what he was doing and where your mind goes.

"Yet. Your not drunk yet old timer." You muse, knowing he hates when you call him that.

"How about you drink some while I work? Have you ever been drunk before?" He questions not looking up from his book of scribbles. He knows the answer.

"Fine but just this once promise?" You fake pout.

"Really?" Five asks, actually looking up from his self-assigned math homework.

"You know what sure. If it'll get you to stop drinking it then yes." You roll your eyes and stick your hand out for the bottle of moonshine he bough off a guy during the prohibition in the 20s.

Unbeknownst to you, it tasted like nail polish remover and you almost gaged when you tried to swallow it. Five laughed at your face as you tried not to spit it out on him. You ran to the bathroom sink and started to choke out the liquid causing Five to laugh harder.

"Doll I have weaker stuff you could have drank. Spitting out mine was hardly necessary." He breathed though his fit of laughter as he grabbed a bottle of Gin and a Coke. "Here darling. Mix these two okay?"

You took the offering trading his bottle for the two on the desk. Finding a cup and dumping out half of the Coke into a plastic cup and topping it off with the Gin, you drank it. Surprisingly it didn't taste too much like alcohol so you drank three more cups of it until you were starting to feel the effect it was having on you. You were definitely a light weight. You laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling fan listening to the early 80's style of rock. There was a particular song that Five was singing though.

"Dance with me Five!" You sit up with a giggle.

"I'm working dear." He spoke though gritted teeth.

Drunk you was not having any of it though. "Come on. You seem to know this one!"

"Of course I do. It's Tiny Dancer by Elton John. It's a classic." Five said spinning to see you dancing to the song by yourself. He smiled and gave in. "God you're so drunk."

You giggled as he stood up to sway with you. "I love you."

"I know." He said smugly.

"That's not fair! You know I won't get what you referenced." You pout.

"Shh." Five said, continuing to sway with you as he sang the words under his breath. " After this you go to bed."

"Mhm." You sigh though a yawn as the song ends. "I like the 80's."

"Well tomorrow is the job in Dallas in 1963 so don't get used to it." He sat back down in his desk chair.

"Can I see?" You pause to look over his shoulder, "What do you have so far?"

You look over the equation and with the knowledge Five taught you and what you learned by yourself, you did the math in your head.

"It's off." You whisper.

"How?" He said, a little annoyed that you though you could correct him. Almost like you though you were smarter than him.

"There. That decimal." You point to where he had it. "It should be there my love." You say in the nicest way possible.

"You're drunk. Go lay down before you hurt yourself." Five hissed.

"Alright. Alright. Beats me on how I fell for such a crackpot." You say laying on your side of the double bed.

"Hey!" He turns to point a finger at you. "I'm not crazy!"

"Okay..." You mumble as you fall asleep.

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"(Y/n). Hey... get up. We need to go sweetheart. Come on." Five said as he tried to shake you up.

"No.." You whined as you tried to shrug the hand off of your shoulder.

"My dear we got to go." He tried to push you awake. With no response Five thew the blanket off of you and tickled you mercilessly.

"Ah okay... okay... I'm up! I'm up!.... Stop..." You begged though endless laughter.

"Get dressed so we can go." He spacial  jumped around a few times, gathering both yours and his belonging into your backpack.

And as Five did that you thew on your clothes and, with the help of the briefcase , walked around in downtown Dallas in 1963 half an hour later.

"Can we get food? I'm starving and my head hurts." You whined.

"Sure. You're probably hung over after last night." Five said before dragging you into a pub.

"When I said food Five I didn't mean more alcohol." You said unamused, sitting next to him at the bar where two large cups of molasses-looking beer sat with your plate of eggs and toast.

"It's not for you it's for me. I got you water." He said, nursing his beer. "Big day today doll. I get to see my crazy family that I haven't seen in what? Forty-five years?" Five said downing his dark brew in two breathes.

"Oh! About that do I need to know anything about them?" You say swirling a straw in you water.

"Other then what you read in Vanya's book? Not really. Just be prepared for all the questions. They're going to be suspicious of you doll. You don't exactly act like people from our time."

You pout.

"I still think it's cute. You talk weird but that's what makes you unique." Five pauses. "Are you sure you want to go against the Commission? (Y/n) they will hunt us down for what we are trying to do and- and if you die I-I'll... I don't even know what I'll do.  " He looks up from his cup to you as you poke at your eggs.

"I have twenty more years until I can get out of this. Yes I'm sure Five. I am so sure." You half expect him to leave you at the last minute but shake your head at the thought. "Let's go. We got twenty minutes before the president gets to our post."

Five stands and pulls you with him. You carried the work briefcase and he carried the one with his sniper riffle. It didn't take more then ten minutes to get to your scouting point and since you weren't actually going to shoot the president you got bored in the first three seconds of standing there.

"Ugh can we just leave now old timer?" You sigh, sliding down the fence.

"No (Y/n), we have to wait until he's in front of us. Give it a minute more and I'll open the portal." Five mumbles though his book of equations.

You wait, using the next few minutes thinking of all the ways this could go wrong. Five could just leave you there. He could get you stuck in the wrong time. He could be joking and tell the Commission that you were a deserter and was planning to go AWOL. Or this could go smooth only for you to be hunted by the Commission in 2019.

"(Y/n) darling, come on. It's time." Five says offering you a hand.

He opens the portal and stares at three men and two women. One throws something red through the portal and you flinch.

"What was that?" You ask Five, who pulls you to the blue vortex.

"Nothing lets go." Next thing you know you're both falling to the wet floor.

"Is it just me or does anyone else see little Number Five?" One of the men ask.

You look at yourself, then to Five who does the same.

"Shit." You hear Five curse.

"Five! I look like a ten year old! I told you it was wrong!" You shout, hitting the young boy with your sleeve.

"Chill out would you? It's fine. Now you can't call me old timer anymore." Five joked.