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A/N: I usually write fiction based on @five-mutha-fuckin-hargreeves stuff. But this is something I just sort of came up with. It will be two parts. Mostly fluffy stuff.
Summary: You were an assistant to new recruits. You helped them become used to life as an assassin. But with Number Five, the boy trapped in the apocalypse, you developed feelings for him.
When Five was at the commission, you were to make sure that he acclimated to the life of an assassin. You’d drone on with rules, things he could and could not do, say and couldn’t say. You made sure that he would live, in a world that would kill him instantly.
“Mr. Hargreeves?”
“Please. I’m not my father.”
“Number Five, the Handler is suspicious of your most recent assignment. You almost didn’t make the rendezvous point.” You stammer on. Five looks up a moment. You stiffen. He had a temper unlike any of the others, but usually, he would spare you from it.
Sometimes
Five turns to look at you, “Like I care.”
You shift your feet, “I’m sorry, Number Five...it’s just I don’t want to see you hurt.”
Five looks up at your face. It was...cute. He assumed. He didn’t mind you, per say. You helped him with stuff around the commission. Made sure he knew where he was going. The correct weapons for the period. The right clothes. You’d become something of an assistant. You were a calming presence in a ridiculous situation.
Five smirked, “You telling me you developed feelings for me?”
You are shocked and your face gives it away. Five gives out a gasped laugh, “That’s new.”
“What do you mean?”
You were so terribly innocent. You had been here for so long. Stuck in an odd part of time that didn’t move forward or back. You have acclimated so many assassins, and once done, you’d move to the next. But with Five, you lingered around.
You shouldn’t of lingered. But you never trusted the Handler. And you knew she was using him. She kept flirting with him to get him to do what she wanted. He had probably slept with her too, but it was none of your business...
Five shook his head, looking down at the floor. You walk forward and move so he was forced to look at you, “Number Five, the Handler is using you for something. I’m not sure what but...”
“You don’t think I know that?” Five frowns, and you take a step back, “Why else would she be forcing herself on me every chance she gets. She is trying to manipulate my feelings. That I will be her pawn.”
You take in a breath, and let it out slowly. In his current age, he was maybe 25 years older than you, and you shouldn’t be feeling things for him. But you heard his story. He was a legend here. You could not help to care for the kid in the apocalypse.
“She knew about you. For a long time out there. We all..we all asked to get you out. Much earlier. She...she wanted you to forget your past, before having you join us.” You speak. Five looks at you a moment, narrowing his eyes. He was angry, and you knew that he could kill you.
What felt like fear flooded your blood, and you stammered, “I...we...”
Five sighed, “Stop your nonsense. I’m not going to kill you. I know who I need to though. But I also need her for my own plan.”
“Plan?” You search him a moment, Five looks down, he doesn’t want to give himself away.
“You can trust me Five...Number Five.”
And he looks toward you a moment. You had given him kindness and care. He reaches out, as if he still questions if this is reality or a fantasy that he has made up still trapped in the apocalypse. His fingertips brush your cheek, and you lean into it, and for a moment there is nothing but you and Five. He takes a step closer, and cups your cheek, both noticing a shift in each other’s eyes.
For a second your eyes brush to his lips. You wonder about the possibilities. He was probably almost 60. You were half his age physically. But with the commission, you were older yourself. So close you two were, and yet so far. Five brushes his lips against yours. Innocent. Lingering just a moment before kissing you. Your heart swells. You want him. To protect him. But then why did this kiss feel like a goodbye?
Five rests his forehead a moment on yours. But then takes a step back. You can see his struggle, etched on the creases of his face, “What is the assignment?” You shake your head from your thoughts, as you go back to the table, retrieving two of the briefcases you brought, and a file. He watches your shaking hands as you open the file, and he grabs one of them, trying to soothe you.
With a shaky breath, you glance at the file, “Assassination. November 22, 1963.” A rifle was in the briefcase, same one of its time. And she pointed to it, “You are to use this weapon to assassinate...John Fitzgerald Kennedy.”
“The president? What happened to the guy who did shoot him?”
“Not sure. But this is what they wanted. You are...” You feel his breath on the back of your neck as he looks over your shoulder at the file. You absently move your hair away. He sees this and smirks, “to report to a spot near the Grassy Knoll. Shoot when he turns onto the street. You have 24 hours. From when you get there.”
You turn to look at him, he is close again and you want to taste his lips. He nods, “When am I to go?”
You search his face, “One hour.”
It’s not enough time. So instead, he brushes your lips with his, and grabs the two briefcases and file. You blink hard, fighting tears.
He isn’t coming back this time.
He looks at you a moment, “I may know how to get back.”
“I understand.” You nod. But your chest is heaving and tears want to spill. He looks at you a moment, taking you in, “Thank you. For your patience and kindness.”
Your tears finally spill over, and you nod to him. He sighs, and leans in, kissing your cheek like a gentleman. He turns to leave.
You linger in the office. You probably won’t see him again. Or you may not even be alive by tomorrow. Especially if the Handler questions you about his deflection.
Maya: “Hey Nick! Would you like to stay for dinner?”
Pearl: “Would you like to stay forever?”
@redasatomato recorded this line and it cracked me up for 500 years I wanted to animate it. Also no one can can convince me that Pearl didn’t actually do this because she would.
Family movie time commission for @caromellarts! This took a while to finish because of such a busy month, but I’m glad it still turned out well!
EDIT: Please do not repost this, edit or use as your icon whatsoever! I would usually allow it with permission and credit, but this is a Commission and I would like everyone to respect that this is also partially my client’s property. Thank you very much!
There has been a lot of demand and a lot of writing and now you finally get it.
This is the driving force behind the whole series and holds a very special place in my heart. Let’s talk about the relationship(s) between our co-stars in the biggest essay yet.
