#five x oc

[moonsie444]

Early commission days. An illustration for my fanfiction 🤍

[elovestowrite]

( Season 4 [rewritten by me] , stuck in the Time Subway , staying someplace safe )

Five ; *gives her a cup of coffee, after scrounging it up somewhere.*

Rio ; You found me coffee? *smiling*

Five ; Yeah well.. don’t get used to it. *looking at her like she hung the stars.*

[badkitty3000]

Missing In Time - Chapters 1-3

Five goes missing on a Commission job gone wrong, and Vivian is devastated that she might have to live without him. When he finally returns home, Five has to cope with the new limits of his body

Five Hargreeves x OC, multi-chapter

Warnings: Violence, torture, starvation, lots of angst, explicit sex

Chapter 1

The upbeat pop music blared out of the small speaker on the kitchen counter as Vivian sang along and washed and dried the dishes from dinner. It had just been herself this evening, but she made herself follow her own rule of eating a real meal with vegetables and a full glass of water. It was a small effort but worth it. If she ate like crap, or didn’t eat at all, she’d fall into bad habits again. It was easier when someone else could join her, but everyone had been busy this evening.

The last pan was dried and put away and she ran a dishrag along the counter top, mopping up the small puddles of water. Once that was done, she looked around her. Everything was clean and back in its place. She gave a small smile and nod, knowing Five would be happy about that, at least.

When she clicked the speaker off and the song stopped, the room fell silent. She stood there for a moment, listening. She always did that, even though there was nothing to listen for. Occasionally there would be the soft sound of the house settling; eerily similar to a footstep on the floor above. But, after countless times of running upstairs and bursting into their bedroom to find it empty, Viv learned to tell the difference.

The rest of the evening went as it usually did. She watched a couple of shows, scrolled through her phone, texted a little with Klaus and Lila. The two cats, Hamlet and Ophelia, alternated between napping on the couch at her feet, or chasing each other around at warp speed, making Viv giggle. Eventually, it was late enough to go to bed without making her feel like she was giving in, and she turned the lights out (another thing she had to force herself to do for the sake of normalcy) and headed upstairs to bed.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she stopped at the calendar she kept on her dresser. She drew a line through another square, marking another day gone by, and slipped into bed. Ophelia, the long-haired gray cat with a tail that looked like a feather duster, hopped up immediately and settled down next to Viv’s head. Hamlet, the chubby orange tabby with a notch in his left ear, climbed up near the foot of the bed, where he’d periodically attack her feet when they moved under the covers.

Next to Viv, on the other neatly-made-up side of the bed, a black pistol took Five’s place. It was his, left behind in a closet with various other weapons. Now it lay on his pillow every night like some kind of violent hotel chocolate. It was a poor stand-in, but it was the best she had.

With the lights off, Viv tried to close her eyes, but as usual they popped open. She stared into the darkness of the room; the low motor of the cats’ purrs the only sound. For seven months, one week, and two days, it’d been the same. Actually, it hadn’t been completely the same. For a while there, Viv had been on the verge of hospitalization.

The first few weeks after he left, she’d started to get concerned. But Lila and Diego told her not to worry and that whatever job he was on was just taking longer than usual. It was Five, he’d be fine. After six weeks, though, even they had to admit it was worrying. Viv slept on the couch and refused to turn off any lights, in case he came home in the middle of the night. She could barely concentrate on anything else, although she went through the motions of her regular life.

At eight weeks to the day, a full two months later, a man Viv had never seen before materialized out of thin air while she was outside tending to her garden. The man was dressed in a gray suit and carried a briefcase. She knew immediately where he was from and her heart sank.

“Mrs. Hargreeves,” he started to say in a serious tone.

Viv shook her head. “No. Please don’t say it,” she begged quietly to herself.

The man ignored her, intent on fulfilling his obligation. “I’m sorry to inform you, but we’ve lost track of Mr. Five.”

Viv swallowed back her tears. “Lost track?”

“He disappeared off the grid six weeks ago. His briefcase has been deactivated and as you know, he does not have a locator chip.” The man looked slightly irritated by this fact. “Per his request.”

Viv stood there, garden trowel in hand, trying to process what she was being told. The man hadn’t said Five was dead. Just that he was unable to be located. She blinked a few times. “Six weeks?” She paused. “You waited six weeks to tell me my husband went missing?” she asked, the words catching in her throat.

The man continued to be unfazed. “Standard Commission protocol,” he replied.

Viv hurled the trowel at the man’s head, which he casually dodged with a slight bend of his waist. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING PROTOCOL! GET OUT THERE AND FIND HIM, YOU STUPID ASSHOLE!”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” he stated plainly.

“Why? Why not?” Viv asked, teeth gritted together. As the man started to open his mouth, she broke in again. “And don’t you dare say the word ‘protocol’,” she snarled.

The man’s mouth snapped shut while he thought of a different answer. But there wasn’t one, so he just said, “I’m sorry. There’s nothing else to do.”

Viv stared defiantly. “Fine. I’ll go find him myself. Give me the briefcase.”

The man’s blank expression started to falter. A small smile of condescension quirked at the corners of his mouth. “Ma’am, you know I can’t do that.”

Viv let out a cry of fury and sprang forward, sprinting towards him at full speed. As she reached out to try and snag the case from the man’s hand, he snatched it away from her and took a step back. At the same time, he pulled a pistol out of his jacket. It was the same model Glock that Five usually carried with him. The man pointed it at Viv and she stopped in her tracks.

“Mrs. Hargreeves,” the man said wearily. “I’m just here to deliver a message. I don’ t even know your husband.”

Viv grinned with a dangerous sneer. “But you know of him, don’t you?”

He shrugged but Viv knew that was a yes.

 “What’s your name, agent?” she asked.

The man looked confused. “My name?”

Viv nodded. “Yeah. You have one, don’t you? Some stupid code name all you people use?”

After a second, the man sighed, annoyed. “It’s Oakley. Why?”

“I want to be able to tell my husband who it was that pointed a gun in my face. He’ll want to know, I’m sure, when he arrives home.”

Oakley looked nervously to the side, like he expected Five to appear. He swallowed and straightened up, slipping the pistol back into his jacket. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he said to Viv, before he was gone in the same way he’d arrived. One second he was there and the next he wasn’t; swallowed up in the same flash of blue that Viv missed so much.

After staring into the empty space for several seconds, Viv dropped to her knees. She didn’t cry; not then, anyway. She was in too much shock. The birds continued to sing from the trees, the dragonflies flitted past her head and the bees buzzed through the nearby flowers. The sun was shining and a neighbor’s dog barked. The world was going on as if nothing had happened. As if Viv’s chest wasn’t squeezing tighter and her head wasn’t spinning. There was a lurching feeling in her stomach and she fell forward onto her hands, preparing to vomit. But that didn’t happen, either. It was like her body and her brain couldn’t quite connect with one another as they were supposed to.

Once she was able to recover a little, the first thing she did was contact Five’s siblings. All of them had rushed right over to the house. Klaus reassured Viv that he had tried to summon Five but with no luck, which was good news. He told her that Five would never have crossed over without using Klaus as a medium to speak with her first.

“That’s worse!” Viv had cried, in hysterics.

“How is that worse?” Klaus asked, rubbing her back and trying to speak quietly so as to not upset her more.

“He could be hurt or sick or kidnapped… maybe the briefcase failed and he’s stuck somewhere and can’t get back, just like… just like…” Viv began to hyperventilate and couldn’t finish her sentence.

“We’ll do everything we can to find him,” Luther assured her.

But Viv saw Diego and Luther exchange glances. She knew and they knew that there was nothing to be done. If the Commission couldn’t find Five, then no one could. The briefcase that all agents carried with them sent out a signal to headquarters if it was destroyed or inactivated somehow. For any other agent lost in the field, this would alert the Commission to send a rescue party out to try and retrieve the agent. But that required their surgically-implanted chip to lead the party to their general whereabouts. And Five had insisted on no tracker when he rejoined the company as an assassin the second time around.

Five was somewhere in time with no time -traveling briefcase and no way for anyone to know where he was. He may not be dead but he might as well be.

Viv knew, in the far reaches of her mind, that this had always been a possibility. That was part of the job. A constant risk of death with every mission. But Five had always been so confident and so damn sure that nothing would ever happen to him, that Viv had believed him.

“It’s Five,” Viktor told Vivian with a half-hearted smile. “He’s always ok.”

“Yeah,” Lila chimed in. “He’ll turn up. Like a cockroach you can’t kill.”

But Viv could hear it in their voices. Even they didn’t believe their own words.

“And until he comes back, you’ll have us,” Sloane had assured her. “We’re here for anything you need, Viv.”

Those first couple of weeks after the agent showed up at her house were all a blur. Viv had difficulty performing even the simplest tasks, like brushing her teeth or getting dressed. She wouldn’t sleep in their bed, only on the couch. She kept all the lights in the house on and cried almost constantly. She overheard Luther and Viktor whispering about her one day when she had been forced out of the house for a family function. They thought maybe she needed serious psychiatric help.

One day, Klaus had stopped by with a cardboard box. Inside were two squirming, mewling kittens. One male orange cat with a notched ear and one female gray cat with a poofy tail. Viv had laughed with delight when she saw them. It’d been the first time she’d laughed in weeks.

Klaus insisted he found them on the side of the road and he didn’t have the time to take care of them, but Viv knew he’d probably gotten them from a shelter just for her. It helped, even just a little, to have another living thing in the house and to have something to take care of.

Viv named them Hamlet and Ophelia, after the Shakespeare characters, since she knew Five would appreciate that. After the cats, Viv became a little more like her old self again. The only small problem was that she traded depression for delusion.

Instead of accepting the fact that Five was most likely not coming back, she clung to the tiny shred of possibility that he’d make it home one day. So, she decided that when he did come back, she’d have everything in place and waiting for him.

She kept the kitchen stocked with all of his favorite foods and the liquor cabinet with his preferred whiskeys. She laundered and folded all of his clothes and had his suits dry cleaned, all except for one shirt that still carried his scent. That one she slept with next to her head every night.

Viv tried to keep the house clean and tidy. She went to work as she normally would and took care of the cats and made sure to eat healthy meals, all because she knew Five would scold her if she didn’t. Every single minute of every single day was a struggle, but if she held onto that thin thread of hope, she could stop herself from fully going insane.

The rest of the Hargreeves were sad, too, of course. But they were more worried about Vivian. Besides Klaus bringing her the kittens, the rest of them would stop by periodically or text or call on a daily basis. They made sure to invite her to family dinners, and Lila and Sloane forced her out for a girls’ night one night. Viv would’ve rather stayed home, just in case Five came back while she was out, but she didn’t fight them too hard and the outings were usually therapeutic.

She started making a list of all the things she wanted to tell Five when he came home, so that she wouldn’t forget. After a week or so, it turned into more like letters to Five than a list.

April 21st

Lila called today. She said little Maya has a dance recital on Friday. I’ll have to go so I can record it for you. I think I’ll bring her a bouquet of flowers from both of us; she’ll like that and will make her feel like a real ballerina. She’s growing up so fast, you’ll be shocked at how tall she’s getting. She asked about her Uncle Five the other day. I told her you were on a business trip and would be home soon, which wasn’t really a lie, although Diego looked a little fed up with me. I know they all think I’m insane.

The cats are doing well. Hamlet has taken to creeping over to your side of the bed during the night. I think he’s trying to keep it warm for you! He’s so sweet, and so is Ophelia, I just know you’re going to love them.

We had a big breakthrough at work today. The project I’ve been working on, for the AIDS medication, was approved and it was a really big deal. It’s going to help so many people. A group of friends went out after work to celebrate, but I came home instead. It didn’t feel right without you there. I can’t really find much to celebrate these days.

I miss you so much. I miss you blinking behind me and scaring me so that I spill my coffee in the morning. Or surprising me in the shower, even though I’ve told you I hate that. And it’s so quiet in the house without your stomping and banging around. I miss your voice and your laugh and your angry cursing. I miss you telling me you love me.

Maybe tomorrow will be the day you’ll come home.

May 1st

I had a dream about you last night. I dreamt you were stuck in a block of cement, completely encased up to your waist. I tried to get you out, using every tool I could find, but the cement wouldn’t break. I got your siblings to help and they couldn’t get you out either. You told me to leave you, but I refused. I stayed with you, even though you got angry with me and said I was being stupid. We fought, but I wasn’t going to leave, no matter what. You were going to tell me something, something I knew was important, but then I woke up before you could say it and I was so sad that you weren’t really there with me. Dreams can be so cruel sometimes. I really would never leave you, no matter what. But I think you already know that.

June 16th

Klaus came over today. He accidentally broke that vase on the mantle that we have. He was doing a very animated re-enactment of his encounter with a cute guy on the train and he hit it with his hand while gesturing. He felt really bad, but I told him it was no big deal. Remember when we got that vase? At that art festival I dragged you to? It was so hot that day and you were so grumpy and ready to kill everyone in sight, but when I said I liked that vase you immediately bought it for me. You always do nice things for me like that, even when you’re annoyed. I think I made it up to you pretty well that evening, if I remember correctly.

I wish I could kiss you right now. And maybe some other things, too. But mostly I just want to kiss you and feel your arms around me. I’m starting to cry now, so that’s all for today.

So, it was a little over seven months now, and Viv was still clinging to that tiny shred of hope. As she laid there in bed, with Five’s shirt balled up in her arms (even though his scent had faded a while ago), she hoped that maybe tomorrow morning she’d have him back with her. Or maybe, at the very least, he’d visit her in her dreams and it wouldn’t be a nightmare like usual. She finally let her eyes close shut and took deep, cleansing breaths, before drifting off to sleep.

Chapter 2

Five was dreaming again. That weird, lucid kind of dream where everything is so real but also doesn’t make sense. He was home, in his bed, and Vivian was lying next to him, snuggled up to his body. He could feel her; feel the warmth coming off of her and her hair brushing against his skin. She was so beautiful. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her. “Good morning, angel,” he whispered.

But then there was a terrible screeching noise, like metal being dragged over metal, and it was so loud that there was no way Viv would be able to sleep through it. But she did, still sleeping peacefully next to him, while that noise pierced his ears.

He woke with a start, his head snapping up. The noise was still echoing all around him and when he opened his eyes, he saw one of his captors, the one he silently referred to as “The Rat”, dragging a long piece of metal along the steel-enforced wall of his cell. He was flanked by two other men in fatigues, carrying assault rifles. When The Rat saw Five had woken, he smiled an ugly smile, and dropped the metal. The room fell into silence again.

“Good morning,” The Rat said with a sneer; his crooked, bucked teeth on display. His pointed nose moved as he spoke. “How was your night?”

Five didn’t answer. He stopped bothering to answer their stupid questions a long time ago. How long ago, he wasn’t quite sure. Weeks? Months? He had no idea.

“Maybe today’s the day,” The Rat mused, walking closer to Five, who was strapped to the chair as usual. He took out a set of keys and unlocked one hand from the arm rest. Five flexed his hand and shook out his arm. The two, armed men trained their guns at his head. As if Five was even a threat anymore.

The Rat thrust a large chunk of bread in Five’s hand. In his other hand was a glass of water. From the looks of it, there were little pieces of rust floating around in it. Despite the humiliation of it all, Five began ripping pieces of the bread off with his teeth like a wild animal and swallowing them whole. He was so fucking hungry and even if they had given him complete freedom to use his powers, he wasn’t sure he’d even have the energy to perform one blink.

When Five finished scarfing the bread down, The Rat gave him the glass of water, which he downed in one gulp. It’s possible they’d bring him another glass if he asked for it, but Five wasn’t about to beg. No matter how thirsty he was.

As soon as the glass was empty, The Rat took it back again and restrained Five’s wrist to the arm of the chair. He stood looking at Five with his hands on his hips, as if deciding what to do with him.

“You ready to give up the information we need?” The Rat asked in a tired voice. “We’ll let you go. Just tell us the truth. Then you can go back to whatever weird, alien family you have back on Planet Asshole.” The Rat chuckled at his own joke.

Family, Five thought wistfully. If only his weird, half-alien family were there right now. He’d love to see these guys get their asses kicked by being flung through a concrete wall by Luther or filleted by one of Diego’s knives. Viktor could level this whole place with one blast, no problem. But unfortunately, they aren’t even born yet.

Five hasn’t been in this dungeon the entire time he’s been gone from home. When he arrived in 1975 New Mexico, Five didn’t think the job would be that complicated. But the person he was supposed to track down was slipperier than he’d anticipated and he was stuck there for a couple of weeks. He had started to worry about Vivian, knowing she’d be wondering why he was gone so long. Normally he was only gone a few days.

Finally, after two weeks, he was able to lock the target down. The person he was after worked on an oil rig in the desert, and Five was forced to follow him there. He hid behind a large rock formation as he lined his rifle up for his shot. The Commission briefcase was right next to him. As soon as he killed the target, he was going to get the hell out of there and go home.

As it happened, he wasn’t the only one tracking the movements of another person.

Five pulled the trigger and he watched the man fall to the ground. He stayed, observing for a few minutes, to assure the guy was really dead and not just wounded. That short amount of time was enough to allow three masked men in camouflage, laden with multiple weapons, to grab him.

Five was shot with some sort of tranquilizer gun from behind. The dart hit him right in the neck and the anesthesia worked quickly. There was no time to grab the briefcase or even blink away. The whole world started to fog over and soon he was lying face first in the sand, amongst the dry shrubs of the desert.

When Five woke up again, he didn’t know where he was or how much time had passed. He was strapped down on a table or bed and there were men’s voices all around him. Someone was poking a needle into his arm. He had been stripped of his clothes.

He felt weak and disoriented but he knew he had to get out of there. He tried to blink but as soon as he did, a searing, burning pain shot through his entire body. He screamed out in anger and in pain but whatever was being pushed into his veins was too strong. Everything went black again.

The second time Five awoke, he was in a different setting. He was no longer in a bed, but sitting up in a chair. The chair was metal and he was strapped down again. There were binds around his wrists and ankles, anchoring him to the chair. There was also a leather strap around his chest, securing him so that he couldn’t move at all. The best he could do was flex his fingers and turn his head.

When he turned his head to the side to get a look at the room he was in, he realized there was something stiff scraping across his neck. It didn’t feel like leather or anything pliable. More like metal. The walls around him were also metal; probably reenforced steel, Five gathered. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, at least that he could see. That didn’t mean they weren’t close by or observing him somehow. From the looks of the low ceiling, he guessed he was underground.

He had to get out of there. He tried to blink again and was met with the same horrible, debilitating pain that ripped through his body before. Five could see now what was happening. There were metal rings around his wrists and from the feel of it, there was another one around his neck. When he tried to blink, the rings were somehow cutting off his power before it had a chance to be used for a portal, and redirecting it back into his body. He was literally electrocuting himself with his own powers.

Stupidly, but in a panic, he tried again. As soon as the blue light left his hands, he was screaming in agony. The metal rings were burning through his skin and his heart was pounding out of his chest.

“Show yourselves!” Five had yelled, although his voice was cracking and raspy. “Who the fuck are you?!”

That’s when he had met The Rat and the other man that appeared to be in charge of the operation. Five called that one Scarface, on account of the jagged scar that ran across his upper lip. There were other men, too, but they seemed more like the muscle than the brain. Five just referred to them as Henchman #’s 1, 2, and 3.

Five learned, over time, that The Rat and Scarface were the head of a small but powerful militia intent on exposing alien lifeforms on Earth. They were convinced that aliens had landed on the planet years ago and were disguising themselves as humans. The government, of course, was covering it up.

These men, unlike mild-mannered Elliott from Dallas, were ex-military madmen with giant chips on their shoulders. Where they got their funding from, Five had no idea, but based on what he saw, they were well-armed and dangerous. They also had no plans to befriend these aliens. They wanted to steal their technology and sell it to the government for an exorbitant price, using the alien body they found as a bribe. If they didn’t get the price they wanted, then they’d show the proof to the public.

Unfortunately for Five, he was the alien. Unfortunately for the men, the alien technology was complicated. And they were going to need to understand how it worked if they were going to sell it. Until then, they had to keep Five alive and get him to give up his secrets. They also couldn’t fully dissect his body, or experiment on him for the same reason. A little torture was ok, though.

None of this was outright told to Five, but he put the pieces together. The men must have already been on the lookout for any suspicious-looking alien activity, and Five must have blinked or used the briefcase while they were watching. After that, they tracked him down and darted him. They would make excellent Commission agents, Five thought ruefully.

Any time they needed to move him, they injected him with a sedative. Five lost track of how many times he’d been tranquilized and woken up in a daze. It messed with his sense of time. Sometimes a day felt like an hour. Sometimes it felt like a week.

Since he’d been captured, he’d been questioned, beaten up, and starved. There were gashes and cuts on his body that he wasn’t sure how he got. There was a large chunk of flesh missing from his lower abdomen that his captors half-assedly bandaged up. Five wasn’t sure if that was their bright idea of obtaining a tissue sample or not, but at least they had the decency to do it while he was unconscious. He was pretty sure it was infected, though.

The burns from the metal rings were the worst. Those weren’t removed at any time and the skin beneath them was raw and oozing. Anytime Five moved just a fraction, they rubbed against him and it was excruciating.

The technology they were interested in was the briefcase. Five knew they dismantled it, but their pea-brains couldn’t figure out for the life of them how it worked. That gave him a small amount of satisfaction. And he wasn’t going to talk, no matter what they did to him, so they were shit out of luck in that department.

Now he just sat there, in agony, wondering if today was going to be the day he died. He didn’t talk or try to fight back anymore. He ate the food they brought him but it killed him to do it. His body wouldn’t let him refuse it, though. He still tried to determine if there was any possible way out, though. He hadn’t given up entirely.

The only thing keeping him remotely sane was knowing his wife was out there, worried sick about him. If he didn’t make it back, she’d have no way of ever knowing why. The Commission, he knew, would have given up trying to track him by now. Protocol only allowed for six weeks, and although he lost track of time, the amount of weight he’d lost and the length of his hair that fell over his eyes, let him know that it’d been longer than that.

The thought of Vivian going the rest of her life without that closure was the one thing that helped him through everything. He had to get home to her. Or, at the very least, if he was going to die there, get a message to her.

The rest of the hour with The Rat was spent the way it usually was. He tried to get Five to break by screaming at him and beating him until he was bruised, and threatening to find his family and torture them, too. Five said nothing other than a few low groans when he got punched in the stomach. They had seen his wedding ring when they found him so they made references to his hypothetical wife and kids sometimes. Five knew they weren’t really sure if he actually had a family or if the ring was part of his human disguise. But they were desperate enough to say anything to rile him up now.

“I wonder how that wife of yours is doing?” The Rat sneered in his face. “Think she’s shacked up with another guy by now?”

Five didn’t say anything.

“Don’t you want to get home and find out?” The Rat asked. “Don’t you want to get home and see that pretty girl of yours getting railed by another man?” The Rat laughed. He smacked Five across the face, hard. “I don’t know how it works on your planet, but here on Earth, that doesn’t fly. You’d have every right to shoot that motherfucker right in the head.” He took his thumb and pressed it into the open wound on Five’s stomach. Five moaned in pain but still didn’t say anything. “Come on, just tell us why you’re here and how and I’ll let you go. I’ll let you go right back to the wife that’s probably on her hands and knees right now, with another dude’s cock in her mouth.”

Five couldn’t help it. That one hit a nerve and he felt a surge of anger pulse through him. His hands clenched into fists and, out of sheer habit, he let his powers flow through him. The Rat wasn’t looking at Five’s hands, though, and apparently neither were the guards. But Five felt it and he saw it. A tiny flicker of blue. It was faint and it lasted for less than a second, but it was there. The electrocution that should’ve accompanied it, however, never came.

Five was stunned but he managed not to let his face register that anything abnormal had happened. He just let The Rat ramble on about things that Five now just tuned out. He got sucker punched again and received a kick to the ankle, but eventually his captor gave up. The Rat left the room, with the henchmen right behind him, and the steel door clanged shut and was locked from the outside.

Five was alone again. But it was just a matter of time before Scarface showed up and tried his tactics next. It wasn’t a good cop/bad cop situation. They were both bad cops, but for some reason they liked to split up their interrogations. If he was going to do something, Five had to act quickly.

He tried, for just a brief second, to summon his powers again. Like before, they were weak, but they were there. His hands glowed blue for a moment but there was no horrible electrification. Five guessed that over time, since he was so weak and wounded, that the men had turned off the power to the metal rings. Maybe it used up too much electricity for the generator that the bunker was probably running on. Maybe it was broken. Whatever the reason, Five had a glimmer of hope now. He smiled to himself.

Five waited, still strapped to the chair, for another several minutes. He had renewed energy now, even if he was still all beaten to hell. He played the part of the broken and barely-conscious prisoner, though, when the metal door opened.

As predicted, Scarface and the three henchmen walked in. Scarface wasn’t armed, which made things easier, but the other men were. Five let his captor interrogate him, as usual, with jeering insults. Five was barely listening. He was waiting for just the right moment to make his move. He knew he would only have one shot.

As Scarface was getting more annoyed by Five’s lack of response, he pulled his fist back, aiming for Five’s face. Before the blow could land, Five summoned all the energy that he had and blinked out of his restraints. Scarface’s fist hit the solid metal of the chair, where Five’s head had been, and he howled with pain and surprise.

Five appeared on the other side of the room, behind the armed henchmen. He reached from behind the man on the right, aiming the rifle he was holding, and pulled the trigger. A spray of bullets ripped through the air and into Scarface, littering his body with holes. He dropped to the ground, where he lay unmoving.

Five was running on pure adrenaline and used it to power another blink, this time taking the rifle with him. He only moved a few feet, but it was enough to confuse the three men and also get a good angle. Without ceremony, he used the high-powered assault rifle to mow down the men in a matter of seconds. Their limp bodies fell to the floor in a pile.

Five was breathing hard and fast, his eyes wide. He was dizzy and his pulse sounded like a hammer in his ears. He wasn’t sure what kind of sound-proofing, if any, this room had, when it came to gun fire. He knew The Rat was still out in the bunker somewhere, and it was also possible there were more people that Five had never seen before. He had no idea how big of an operation this was. He’d only seen the inside of the torture room.

The ratty sweatpants that he’d been given to wear were starting to fall down around his emaciated waist, so he cinched them in tighter. Then he pushed the long and dirty hair out of his eyes and pulled open the heavy, metal door.

Outside, there was a long hallway that turned to the right. No one else was around. Five crept out, slowly, with the rifle aimed in front of him, and made his way down. When he got to the turn, he paused. Then he whipped around, ready to fire at whoever might be standing there. But that hallway was clear, too. He was in a maze of low-ceilinged tunnels that were lined in steel or lead. There was a distant hum, which must have been the generator. There was also an intermittent banging noise.

Five followed the noise, which was becoming louder as he made his way through the tunnel. When he finally came to a door, he stopped. The banging noise was coming from inside and when he tried the doorknob, it was unlocked.

Without waiting another second, he flung the door open and stepped inside, rifle at the ready. The room was filled with tables and workbenches, shelves of tools and weapons. There was something that looked like a radio with a small monitor attached and static on the screen. Scattered over several different tables were the briefcase and all of its innards.

The Rat was there, hunched over, with a gold coil in one hand and a soldering iron in the other. He looked up when he heard Five enter. He immediately tried to reach for a handgun that was lying nearby, but the gun was too far away and Five was quicker. In one quick motion, Five grabbed the soldering iron from The Rat’s hand and pressed it to the man’s face, right over his eye.

The Rat screamed in pain as his flesh burned and sizzled under the hot metal. Five took advantage of his distraction to take the coil out of his hand. He picked up the handgun, trading the soldering iron for it. Five pressed the muzzle of the gun against the melting wound on The Rat’s face.

The man was still screaming as Five held him at bay with the handgun in one hand and the rifle in the other.

“Where are the others?” Five asked.

The Rat shook his head. “There aren’t any.”

“Liar!” Five cried. He pressed the gun in harder. “There has to be more of you assholes around!”

The Rat stuttered out “N-no… I swear. It’s just us.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Five insisted.

“No one else believes us!” The Rat said, desperately. “Everyone said we were crazy! This is an old bomb silo… we took it over and were going to show everyone what we found!”

Five snarled. “After you tortured and dissected me?” Five pushed The Rat away with the gun still to his head. “On your knees,” he demanded.

The Rat did as he was told and dropped to the ground. He was sniveling and begging. “Please… I’m sorry. Please… don’t kill me.”

Five smiled. “I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to take you back to my home planet. My overlord will be quite happy to see you.”

The Rat cried out again. Five took a piece of wire and wrapped it around the man’s wrists, binding them together. He made sure to make it extra tight, so the wire dug deeply into the skin. He did the same with the ankles. The Rat was left lying on the ground, immobilized and in pain. Five kicked him in the stomach, and pressed the heel of his foot against the wound on his face before refocusing his attention to the table behind him.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” he murmured, as he saw all the components of the briefcase sprawled everywhere. “What the fuck did you brainless assholes do here?”

Five had limited time. He really had no idea if The Rat was telling the truth about no one else knowing about the bunker. It was possible more people could come down at any moment. The adrenaline from the escape and the kills, plus the energy he’d summoned for the blinks, was already starting to fade. He was weak and exhausted and he still had to put the briefcase back together correctly if he was going to get out of there.

He took a quick look around, and spotted an old utility sink in the corner. He walked over, and when he saw water pour out of the faucet when he turned the handle, he almost cried. He was so thirsty. Five bent over and gulped down water directly from the tap. It was a bad idea, he knew that, but it was so hard to stop. When he did, he vomited most of the water up into the sink.

After that, he got to work, ignoring the whimpers of The Rat on the floor, and started to go through the pieces one by one. Luckily, it looked like they were all accounted for. It took hours of sorting through springs and cogs and dials and electromagnetic receivers before he had a good sense of how it all fit together.

He was so tired and beaten and his whole body hurt like hell. It was hard to even stay standing and the lack of muscle mass and depleted electrolytes resulted in very poor dexterity, so that the smaller pieces constantly slipped from his fingers. He was fairly certain his collarbone was broken and his left arm hurt like a son of a bitch anytime he used it. He was sweating but freezing, there was a jackhammer in his brain, and his vision was blurry. The wound in his stomach pulsed with pain.

But he pushed through it all and kept working. The other option was death by defeat.

Finally, he finished, and it looked plausible that he had fixed it correctly. He was going to have to come up with enough power to charge it, though, and that was going to have to come from his own body. He found a sleeve of crackers on one of the tables and he ate those hungrily, despite the fear of throwing up again. There was also an old cup of cold coffee that he slugged down, hoping it would create enough energy.

He held onto the briefcase while he let as much of his power surge through his body as he dared. He was afraid he’d pass out or give himself a heart attack. It was hard to concentrate and as the blue light passed over his body and into the briefcase, he grunted and cursed with the effort.

By some miracle, though, it seemed to work. There was a humming noise, like the sound of an electrical device being charged. Five could feel his energy transfer to the briefcase. He powered down, even more drained now, and collapsed against the table, panting hard and sweating.

Five only had a fraction of strength left in him now. If this failed, he was dead for sure. With his last remaining scrap of energy, he reached down and grabbed The Rat’s shirt in his hand and the briefcase in the other. Then he was gone from the bunker in a flash of blue.

When he tumbled out of the sky, and into a heap on the floor, Five could hear screams of surprise and the running of footsteps. He faintly heard screams of fear, too, and those must have been coming from The Rat. When a shadowy figure stood over him, muttering words he couldn’t understand because his brain just couldn’t process them, he managed to get one word out before he lost consciousness.

“Vivie.”

Chapter 3

When Five woke again, he was in another cold room, in another sterile bed, with another needle in his arm. As he slowly came to life, he glanced around. Five took inventory of his surroundings, and he looked down at his body. There was definitely a bit more muscle on his bones, but he was still significantly underweight. He ran a hand through his hair and over his face. It seemed that someone had given him a cursory haircut and shave at some point, but it had been a while. He was wearing a hospital gown and nothing else.

When he tried to move too quickly, a bolt of pain shot up his arm and into his neck. He realized his left arm was in a sling. The burns that had encircled his wrists were still red and scarred but they were no longer raw. He lightly touched his neck and felt the same scarring there.

He vaguely remembered crash landing on the ground at some point. The Commission, he thought. He must be in the Commission infirmary. Fuck, I have to get home.

Five yanked out the IV that connected a bag of fluids to his arm. A trickle of blood rushed out and he covered it with his other hand. He swung his legs out of bed and stood up. He fell back down again when his legs gave out. He hadn’t really realized how weak he was. But he tried again and managed to stay upright.

There was a chart at the foot of his bed and he snatched it up to read it. Five scanned over the list of his ailments and diagnoses since he’d been admitted.

Broken clavicle (left)

Fractured ribs (right 5th, 6th, 7th)

Concussion

Renal insufficiency

Hypokalemia

Hyponatremia

Hypochloremia

Hyperphosphatemia

Anemia

Fever of unknown origin

Lacerations/burns (abdomen, neck, both wrists)

Severe bruising (entire body)

Emaciation caused by long-term starvation

Dehydration

None of it was really surprising, considering the way Five had felt like he was minutes away from dying. Apparently, he’d been correct about that. But it was a bit unnerving to see it all laid out there like that.

Dates didn’t mean much at the Commission, but each day of treatment was recorded in the chart. When he noticed how many days were accounted for, Five really did have to catch himself before falling over again.

“That can’t be right,” he whispered to himself, his throat dry and his voice raspy. “No.” He shook his head and rifled through the chart, scanning all of the days as they flipped past. “No. No. That can’t be,” he muttered.

According to his medical chart, Five had been in the Commission infirmary for a full month. And he was positive no one had bothered to inform his family.

“Oh, fuck. Vivie,” he breathed out.

At that moment, a young man walked into the room, wearing scrubs and carrying a full bag of some sort of clear fluid. His name tag read “Parker, RN”. He almost screamed from the shock of seeing his patient that had recently been comatose, up and walking around.

“Mr. Five,” Parker said, surprised. Then he got his wits about him a little more. He frowned. “You shouldn’t be up. You need to get back in bed.”

“No,” Five growled. “I need to get the fuck out of here and go home.”

Parker shook his head. “Mr. Five, I don’t think you understand what kind of condition you’re in. You’re still receiving treatments. You aren’t cleared for discharge. You’ve been in and out of consciousness for weeks! Now, please, let me help you back to bed.”

Five ignored the nurse and instead, surveyed his surroundings. On a nearby stand was a scalpel and he lunged toward it. In another move, he had it jammed up against Parker’s neck.

“I assume they taught you where the carotid artery was in nursing school, right?” Five asked.

Parker swallowed nervously and nodded. “Y-yes.”

“So, then you know that with one flick of my wrist here, I can sever it, right?”

Parker nodded again. “Yes, sir.”

“Great,” Five said. “Now get me some clothes.”

“Clothes? What kind?”

“I don’t fucking care. Anything as long as my ass isn’t hanging out the back.”

“There’s some extra scrubs in that cart over there,” Parker said, pointing to a cart on the other side of the room.

“Go get them,” Five told him. “But remember if you try to leave or yell for someone, I can outrun you.”

Five wasn’t sure he could even manage blinking right now, but Parker didn’t need to know that. Plus, he needed to conserve what little juice he had in the tank. The nurse rifled through the drawers, returning with a pair of green scrub pants with the Commission seal stamped onto the front.

“There aren’t any shirts. Only pants,” he told Five.

“That’s fine,” Five said, grabbing the pants. He stepped into them and cinched them tightly around his shrunken waist. Then he pulled the gown off and threw it to the side. He pointed the scalpel back at Parker. “Next order of business. When I blink out of here, you pull the fire alarm.”

“The… fire alarm?” Parker stuttered. “But why?”

“Don’t ask questions!” Five snarled, holding the blade against Parker’s cheek, making the man whimper a little. “Just do it. And if you don’t do it, I promise with every fiber of my being, I will find you and kill you. Understand?”

Parker nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course. I’ll pull the fire alarm.”

“Good,” Five said with a nod of his head.

As Five relaxed a little and pulled the scalpel away, Parker held up a finger. “Wait! Just one more thing. I can’t let you leave like this.”

“Like what?”

Parker took some gauze and a bandage off of a nearby tray and pointed to Five’s arm that was still bleeding from the IV he ripped out. “You need to put pressure on that.”

“Oh,” Five said, looking down. “Yeah, ok. Thanks.”

He let Parker bandage his arm and clean the blood off. Then the nurse stepped back, still looking scared but maybe a little less so.

Five took a quick peek outside the hospital room, just to get his bearings. He was mapping out the building in his head. Then he reached deep within himself and summoned as much power as he could, and blinked to his next destination. He appeared behind a large potted plant that was situated across the hallway from the briefcase room. He steadied himself with a hand on the heavy pot. The room was spinning and his heart was hammering again. He was on the verge of passing out, but he willed himself to stay upright. He waited. He wasn’t really sure his threat was enough to get Parker to follow his orders. But a few seconds later, the fire alarm started ringing throughout the building.

As all the employees began to file outside, Five kept hidden. When he saw the woman that was in charge of distributing the cases leave, he took his chance. He knew for certain now that he wasn’t going to be able to blink again, so he waited a few extra seconds to make sure the coast was clear. Then he ran across the hall. The woman hadn’t bothered to take the time to lock the room.

Five grabbed a case off the shelf and programmed it for home. Then he took a deep breath and got the hell out of there.

[ameagrice]

DAYDREAM

CHAPTER ONE | “What The Dormouse Said.”

It happened at six o’clock, November third. The sun was setting; the air was cool; the hit to the head was harsh, and quick. She thought of how lucky she was that the Handler was in the area. After all, that woman saved her life. Frankie owed her a debt.

And the Handler ensured that Frankie paid it off.

It started as field assignments—poisoning here, hiding there. Anything to keep the timeline together, only the one at first. Later, things changed; suddenly, Frankie was assigned work with the Infinite Switchboard, watching for anomalies in the timeline and defecting them.

Her life, put simply, was boring. Medication for her state, a lifetime of servitude to the Commission, and free pastries on Monday mornings, proceeded by flicking through timelines and noting anything out of the ordinary.

Anything could be an anomaly, which was why, when the radio in the cafe mid-evening croaked out the news of Sir Reginald Hargreeves’s death, Frankie figured it must have been an anomaly, because that man simply wouldn’t just die. Nonetheless, the news reports continued into the night and until morning, floating from paper to screen through the week until eventually, it stopped.

The sun shone for the first time that week on the last day of it, a beautiful Sunday. Dressing, fumbling with her jacket sleeves on the way down the stairs, Frankie Jones made the time to collect her mail. She made the time to sort through it, abandoning the junk and sitting at the bottom step of the porch to address the milky-white envelope, her name stamped across the paper. Fingers slipped under the lip of the note, avoiding a paper cut, pulling out the single, lopsided note inside.

THE OLD MAN IS DEAD. WE THOUGHT YOU WOULD APPRECIATE COMING TO HIS FUNERAL THIS SUNDAY. HAVE A GREAT DAY! (It’s at the same address. The stingy bastard refused to move).

— KLAUS.

And so, her life grew interesting.

· ─────── 𖥸 ─────── ·

As it turned out, she arrived far too late.

The foyer of the building she neglected to step foot in for twenty-two years was…empty. From what Frankie remembered of the place, it was just as echoing and cool as it was back then, and just as quiet. Sir Reginald Hargreeves liked his silence and solitude, and inflicted his ideals on the wards residing in his home.

She wandered around and around the seemingly empty home until her eyes found the family in the kitchen. Three men, two women and a young man. Quiet as a dormouse, Frankie waited in the doorway, just until somebody noticed her. First, the tall, muscular man, also known as Luther Hargreeves. Eyes blown and hand raised, shaking, he pointed at her, and the others followed his action to face her. It was like being behind glass in an aquarium.

“Does anyone else see the child in our kitchen?” He blurbed.

The one with dark hair, dressed in black, hummed. “Girl Scout gone lost, maybe?”

“Could be an orphan, looking for the money of Sir Reginald Hargreeves—” the one in the skirt said.

They wouldn’t have remembered her rightly anyway—they had all been too young to recall her, just as she had almost forgotten them. All born on the same day, at the same time, but only one lacked anything real.

“I’m eighteen. And you sent me a letter, Klaus Hargreeves.”

Said man gasped dramatically, inhaling so hard he coughed and spluttered, falling backward off the table. Klaus landed a mess of long limbs on the floor, at the feet of the young man Frankie barely recognised. Klaus’s hands grasped at the table ledge, pulling himself up.

“Little Frances? Shouldn’t you be…bigger?”

“Shouldn’t you be a little more dressed for your dad’s funeral?”

“I’m sorry,” said Allison Hargreeves in an expensive outfit, hair glossy and set. “Why are you, like, twelve? I mean, Five’s explained to us about himself, but…are you a ghost? I mean—”

“She works for the Commission.”

The room grew silent, but the boy did not.

“She travels through time,” he turned his dark eyes to her. Five Hargreeves, the image of sophistication and mess all at once, a twenty-year-old in oversized clothes eating a peanut-butter sandwich. His eyes turned flinty, jaw set. “Isn’t that right, Frances?”

And, well…

She couldn’t say no.

[cherrytreedreams]

Cherry Tree Dreams

Five/OMC | 318k | Recently completed!! | S4 re-write | Rated E for explicit rape/noncon(not between the main pairing!)

Mystery, romance, canon-typical violence, blood and gore, sexual violence, metafiction, diverging timelines, extremely overcomplicated lore, heavy angst with a happy ending

It's not that Five is "obsessed with the apocalypse". He's not a junkie chasing an adrenaline high of danger. It's just that the public's shared hallucinogenic memory of a timeline that shouldn't exist is weird, and so are the cross-dimensional artifacts, and so are the fully formed human beings that keep falling into Five's lap. Figuratively. "Okay, man, just think about it," Diego interjects, loudly, pointing at Five with the mouth of his bottle. "Remaking the world's gotta be a messy process. It's not that surprising that there's just some weird cracks, a few spots that Dad didn't get super well. It's not a big deal." "Just some weird cracks, he says," Five says dryly. "'Some weird cracks', like the man squatting in my apartment. The man I found unconscious in an alleyway with no memories. Weird cracks like those?" Said man grins and waves a hand cheerfully, his inhuman orange eyes glowing eerily in the bright morning light. When nobody waves back, he reaches his hand to awkwardly paw at the feathery hair at the nape of his neck. His smile goes from cheery to awkward, and he whines, "You act like it's my fault, or something!"

playlist of songs featured in the fic | playlist of chapter titles for the second half | Gray's mp3 player | Gray's pinterest board

[hedonistpoet06]

What If The Storm Ends? - Part 1 Five Hargreeves x Female OC

'What if Five's time during that first apocalypse was slightly different, what if he wasn't alone for all those years?'

Synopsis: On April 1st 2019, the world ended. Icarus had indeed flown too close to the sun when Five Hargreeves pushed the limits of his power. The boy desperately yearned to use his powers to time travel and when he succeeded, he found himself trapped in the future apocalypse. Octavia Maddenfield had spent her whole life hiding her ability to shield and protect, only for it to save her when an asteroid collided into the earth, effectively wiping out all of humanity. The two teenagers are ecstatic to find that they are no longer alone in the apocalypse, however they must learn to navigate their newfound dynamic as Five tries to time travel back to the past and stop the end of the world from ever happening. Octavia is intrigued by the boy's sarcastic demeanour but also incredibly frustrated by his secretive nature, especially towards his past. And Five despises how easy Octavia can make him vulnerable, he tells himself that he cannot become invested in their obvious connection but something about her is so undeniably captivating.

Authors Note: This work is also available on my Wattpad under the users 'hedonistpoet04' and AO3 'heartofthehedonistpoet06' if you wish to read it there!

Word Count: 5099

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𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐈 - 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫̶𝐨̶𝐦̶𝐜̶𝐨̶𝐦̶ 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞

i. 𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Octavia Maddenfield met Five Hargreeves during the second spring of the apocalypse.

The young girl had surprised herself with how long she had kept herself alive during the end of the world before she found him. During those first two years Octavia tried to tally the days but it was often difficult to keep track of the passing of time.

It was just before midday and Octavia had left the safety of her base to scavenge the city for anything resourceful, mostly food since that was of the utmost importance for her survival. She climbed the endless wreckage of concrete, metal and broken glass for what felt like hours. Octavia had explored most of the outskirts of the city but this was the deepest she had ever searched into it. She hoisted herself up onto a particularly large piece of concrete until her movement was suddenly paused by the foreign sound of something moving, something alive.

Octavia immediately froze at the reverberation of the sound throughout the otherwise lifeless landscape. She then quickly hid behind a particularly large piece of debrief, shielding her silhouette before turning her head to pinpoint the source of the noise. Her heart thudded painfully in the cavern of her chest, she could practically hear its pounding resonance deep within her eardrums. Octavia found herself polarised by the sudden prospect of seeing another person, another human being who was alive and made of flesh and bone. Her heart's incessant beating stopped abruptly when she identified the clear figure of a boy who had to be no older than herself. His back was turned and his face was hidden but she was able to extract some of his key features.

The boy had dark brown hair which looked somewhat overgrown and a slender physique, both were probably attributed to the apocalypse. Octavia felt slightly at ease by the knowledge that the first human she had seen in two whole years was most likely around her own age, however, she was also terrified. She stiffened when she saw the large hunting rifle he had strapped to his back as he continued to burrow through the wreckage like a hungry marsupial.

Octavia couldn't help but grow jealous at how fortunate this stranger must have been to have come across a gun in this desolate wasteland, as she was forced to make do with the few knives she could find that weren't completely rusted.

He was muttering to himself whilst digging through the debris, as if he was intently looking for something. Octavia peeked her head out a bit further out to try and hear what he was saying only for the attempt to be futile. She felt an overwhelming surge of curiosity and adrenaline coursing through her body, encouraging the girl to get closer and decipher what exactly this boy was doing. Careful to not disrupt him, she slowly started to crawl on all fours until she reached a fallen pillar. Octavia decided that this was close enough and inched her head out to get a clearer look. The boy in question was still oblivious to her presence, he continued to mumble to himself and she noticed his demeanour grew irritable. He swore under his breath before throwing a chunk of rubble into the distance, as if that was going to alleviate his frustration.

Octavia flinched at his sudden action and instinctively sought refuge behind the pillar. Unfortunately the sound of her quick movement had caught his attention. She froze and clasped a hand over her mouth to muffle the small surprised gasp that was about to leave her lips. It was too late, the boy knew that she was here or he was at least aware that somebody was watching him. Octavia was painfully aware of the large, lethal rifle strapped to his back as she heard him load and cock it, preparing to shoot.

She was stuck in a rather complicated situation, she couldn't run in case he decided to shoot her and if she tried to jump out and defend her honour he'd probably also shoot her. She was trapped with nowhere to go, so Octavia did what she told herself was a last and final resort. She used her powers on him.

She swiftly emerged from her hiding spot behind the pillar and met the eyes of the boy in front of her. Although he was still a good few strides away from her, Octavia could see the bewilderment in his eyes at her appearance. However, the barrel of the gun was still pointed in her direction and this made her panic. Octavia quickly outstretched her hands and focused all of her energy on manifesting her powers. She drew all of her focus into conjuring a forcefield big enough to encase the boy in front of her. Soon, the familiar lilac light of Octavia's ability had erupted around him, encasing him in a small but sturdy forcefield. She watched as he lowered the gun and darted his head to examine the newly formed forcefield, obviously taken aback by the abrupt manifestation of her power.

"Don't you dare move!" Octavia called out. She tried her hardest not to sound intimidating, after all she did have the upper hand in this situation. Although, the girl's voice slightly faltered, intimidation bleeding through her attempt at assertion. The boy took a step back in his new confinement, as if he was analysing the sphere around him. His eyes then darted from the forcefield to her.

"I wasn't going to attack you!" He snapped back, although the pitch and the youth present in his voice made it sound rather half hearted.

A complicated pang resonated in Octavia's chest at the realisation that this was the first person she had seen in two entire years. She wasn't exactly sure how to respond to the situation at hand, should she laugh? Cry? Or maybe just focus on making it out of here alive without a bullet between her eyes.

"You were pointing a gun at me!" Octavia retorted, gesturing to the rifle.

"You snuck up on me!" He bickered back and she quickly became aware of just how young they both sounded, like true teenagers quarrelling with each other.

"You have a gun!" She reiterated.

"You trapped me in a bubble!" The boy exclaimed before he demanded to be let go "get me out of this thing!"

"It's not a bubble!" Octavia countered, slightly offended at his belittling choice of words, "Besides, how do I know you're not going to hurt me?" she interrogated him further, eyeing the rifle in his hands.

"Okay, no gun. See? I'm not going to shoot you." He quickly shuffled the weapon to its original spot on his back and put his hands up as if he were surrendering.

"Not now you certainly aren't." She said, clearly referring to the forcefield around him. "Struggling is pointless by the way." Octavia tried her hardest to sound cocky.

The boy's eyes shot Octavia a withering glare, he saw straight through the facade of her confidence. "Yeah, obviously," he muttered back, trying to tug against the force field only to no avail.

He gives one more useless tug before he stops, scoffing. "Can you get this thing off of me?" The boy huffed, his irritation only growing.

Octavia had actually considered letting him out, a part of her youthful naivety believed that he was harmless enough but she was brought back to reality by the weapon that he carried and the fact that he was a total stranger.

"Only if you can promise me two things." She finally said, lowering her hands slightly but kept the forcefield maintained. She watched as the boy raised a brow at the bargain, clearly somewhat puzzled. He looks her up and down again, still eyeing her warily and Octavia suddenly felt extremely self conscious, like he was trying to dissect her with his eyes, which he was.

Five was still slightly disorientated by the purple light which surrounded him. A small part of him was impressed at the supernatural ability this girl obtained, the other part of him was pissed that he couldn't use his own to spatial jump out of her stupid bubble.

"And what exactly is that?" His voice was filled with dry amusement as she noticed him slowly but smugly cross his arms behind the lilac force field.

"Firstly, you'll tell me who you are..." Octavia started to speak as she looked him up and down again, examining to see if he had any other hidden weapons on him "and secondly, you have to promise not to kill me." Her cheeks slightly flush in annoyance as she sees him let out a chuckle at the girl's request, as if he found it humorous.

"Five," He announced matter of factly. "My name's Five," he glanced up at the force field again. "And I promise not to kill you," he responded with a bit of a scoff, in disbelief at the absurdity of his own words.

"Like the number?" Octavia raised her brow in surprise as she was genuinely taken aback by the absurdity of his name. The numerical nature of the boy's name was certainly not what she was expecting.

The boy, now renowned as Five exhaled a frustrated breath before pinching the skin between his brows. "Yes, like the number," he responds with a monotonous voice, like he's answered that question one too many times before.

"You only promised me two questions for my freedom, so let me out!" He said, growing increasingly more infuriated. Although Octavia had an abundance of questions regarding the peculiar name she subdued her curiosity into the back of her mind as she remembered their bargain.

"Right, sorry." She quickly muttered an apology and focused her energy on levitating the boy through the forcefield, hovering him just above the ground and moving him closer to where she stood. A perk of Octavia's unique ability was being able to control the contents inside her forcefields, including making them float. She watched in amusement as Five looked absolutely perplexed at his sudden levitation, his eyes flickered between his feet and back up at Octavia.

"What the hell—" he muttered, startled at the lack of ground underneath him. Octavia closed her eyes and focused her effort into deactivating the force field, slowly but surely the lilac light began to melt away. She watched as Five fell to the ground in a not so graceful manner, his sense of balance obviously disrupted by the sudden air trip.

"Crap! Sorry-" Octavia grimaced at the sound and started to move towards him to help him back to his feet but she held herself back. He's stunned, trying to re-ground himself for a moment before shooting an annoyed look up at her and she can't help but feel slightly guilty.

"Could've tried to make that a bit more graceful." Five huffed out, somewhat breathless from the abrupt descent to the ground.

Octavia watched as he stood up and dusted off his oversized black jacket. Five was now only a few feet away from her and this granted Octavia the opportunity to get a good look at his appearance. As much as Octavia was reluctant to admit it to herself, he was undoubtedly the most beautiful boy she had ever seen. Even when all things at the end of the world were considered, he was most certainly not that unfortunate looking. Five was definitely not in the cleanest state, neither was Octavia as their personal appearances were the last of their concerns when it came to their respective survival.

Octavia never considered boys her age to be cute or even somewhat appealing, her only understanding of what made a boy attractive were the boy band posters on the wall of her childhood bedroom. But something about Five was so endearing to her, from his slender cheekbones, to his green eyes or the way his messy, outgrown hair slightly covered his eyes. Maybe it was the fact that he was the first boy she had seen in two years or perhaps it was just the subconscious desperation from being alone for so long. As Five stood a few steps away from Octavia she was able to discern that he was hardly taller than herself, maybe a few inches give or take.

Five had never taken a particular interest in girls, especially before the events of the apocalypse. He respected them of course, he had two sisters after all, Allison and Vanya. Despite the fact that they could often get on his nerves, he admired his sisters, although not to the same degree as Luther who habitually made heart eyes at Allison across the dinner table. Five didn't understand the appeal of them as he watched Luther practically drool like a puppy over his adopted sister. Perhaps the boy's mind was too preoccupied with other more important things such as mastering his ability to time travel through his spatial jumps.

But when Five's eyes first laid themselves on Octavia up close he felt an unfamiliar sense of intrigue consume him. The boy was quick to disregard it as natural curiosity in response to seeing another human being after the considerable amount of time he spent alone.

Octavia didn't look like any girl Five had known before. She looked like what you'd expect from someone who had survived the apocalypse this long. Her skin and clothes were dirtied. A slightly beaten, oversized green cargo jacket covered most of her young yet malnourished physique. Her ashy blonde hair was pulled back into two braids that hung next to her neck and effectively kept it out of her face.

What surprised Five the most about her however, was the way her lips had suddenly curled into a laugh, a bubbly girlish laugh which was unlike anything Five had ever heard before.

"I really am sorry!" She spoke between a gentle laugh which made Five's ears flush under the aviator helmet he wore.

"I haven't exactly mastered the whole 'levitating your captors' trick yet." She continued.

"Yeah, I'd say you don't quite have it down yet," Five responds with a scoff, raising a brow as he looks at her hands which she was unknowingly flexing and contracting. This was a common mannerism of Octavia's which occurred after she manifested her powers, it was a way to release the built up energy that resided in her palms once she conjured a forcefield.

"How did you do that...?" Five asked, his voice more docile now. There was no residue of impertinence, his question was sincere.

"The 'bubble' thing?" Octavia replied playfully, recycling his little insult from earlier.

"Yeah." He said dryly.

"I've always been able to do it, ever since I can remember." She replied honestly.

"When's your birthday?" Five asked suddenly, the question puzzled Octavia immensely as she tried to determine the relevance of his question. Five however was stunned by the occurrence of finding someone else with a supernatural ability outside of his siblings. As the boy eyed her appearance he realised that she had to be no older that himself, unless she had coincidentally time travelled to the future, which he highly doubted, this girl must have been born years after October 1st, 1989. "Why? Do you want to know my star sign?" Octavia teased, she tried to find the humour in his abrupt and seemingly random question.

"Answer me damn it, when were you born?!" His voice was stern and Octavia was even more confused by his bizarre infatuation with her birthday.

"Jesus fine! It's June 20th 2007." She caved just to shut him up.

"Shit..." Five muttered to himself, almost in disbelief. There was no conceivable way that Octavia could have been one of the forty three supernatural children which Five himself was a part of. She was technically born eighteen years before him, so the chance of meeting someone who also had supernatural abilities was next to impossible, or so he believed.

"So you were... you were young when this all happened, huh?" He spoke up, trying to swiftly redirect the conversation.

"Yeah. I was twelve." Octavia confirmed and Five is painfully quiet, his eyes still examining her with an intense precision like that of a scientist, "What about you?" she asked softly.

"Thirteen." He admitted.

"Only a year older, huh?" Octavia concluded, and Five mentally winced at the complicated situation. Hypothetically yes, he was only one year older than the girl in front of him, however, he was also born almost two decades before her. This was such a mind fuck for Five.

"I guess you could say that." Five shrugged, trying to deflect the possibility of this conversation going any further.

"So you're fifteen?" Clearly his attempt didn't work.

"Correct. Which makes you fourteen now?" Five indulged her.

"Also correct." Octavia shot back and Five had to bite back a small smirk at her sharpness.

"You know, you interrogated me about my name so I think it's only fair that I ask yours." Five figured that he might as-well be polite and ask the name of the bubble conjuring girl who both mildly irritated and intrigued him.

"Octavia." She declared and Five felt his stomach tighten at each syllable that left her mouth. It was an uncommon name, Five certainly couldn't talk when it cam to abstract names but something about Octavia sounded so eloquent, almost old fashioned even. Although he didn't see much of the future as he jumped forward in time he assumed that it was defiantly not a common baby name for someone born in 2007.

"I would say it's a pleasure to meet you Octavia, but these aren't exactly the most pleasurable of circumstances." He said, the formality and authenticity of his voice made Octavia avert her gaze from his own, almost shyly.

"It certainly isn't..." She agreed.

There was a prominent silence between them until Octavia spoke up.

"Sorry for trapping you by the way. I should have known you weren't a fan of bubbles." Five was caught off guard by her genuine apology.

He then replayed the past few minutes in an attempt to put it into perspective, and in all fairness, he was the one with the hunting rifle strapped to him.

However, as Five thought to himself a mischievous idea weaved its way into his mind. He was ready to even the playing field between them.

"It's fine, those were just your flight or fight instincts. Like how mine would be something like this if you didn't trap me first..." ​​Before Octavia could even respond to Five's cryptic response, he suddenly erupted into blue light before her.

He shifts in a split second. Instead of being several feet in front of her he was now only mere inches away. Five looked rather satisfied with himself, a cheshire grin dripping from his face as he watched Octavia's face morph from shock to that of confusion.

"Holy shit!" The girl jumped back in sudden surprise at his sudden manifestation. She stumbled backwards onto her rear, she hit the rubble covered ground and watched as Five let out a small but genuine laugh at her reaction. The boy had missed the dramatic reactions of surprise which he gained from people whenever he used his power. He took a small step closer as he stands over her, looking down with a dry smirk.

"Not feeling so intimidating now, are you?" Octavia watched in disbelief as he extended a hand out to help her up off of her ass. She takes it gratefully although she should have been mad at his little prank, she was fascinated by his own supernatural ability. Five lifted her back to her feet and was slightly stunned at the feeling of another humans skin gracing his own.

Although Five wore a battered pair of fingerless gloves he could feel Octavia's skin against his own, she was warm to his touch. He noticed the way her fingers clasped around his as he helped her to her feet. He admired the callouses which she had evidently earned from surviving this long by herself.

"So you're like me?" She asked and Five retracted his hand, the lingering feeling of her skin on his was plaguing him still despite the loss of contact.

"More or less." He said bluntly, not wishing to elaborate more.

"Wow, sorry." Octavia said shakily, still trying to process everything. "I'm just a little shocked, my whole life my parents told me that I wasn't like other kids and that nobody could know about my ability. But here you are..."

"Alive and breathing," Five said smugly.

"Wait. if you can teleport... Why didn't you just teleport out of my force field?" She asked, smirking slightly as she watched Five roll his eyes.

"You didn't think I tried that, smart ass? It seems you have complete control of the energy in your little bubble, including that of your captors, meaning I was rendered powerless." he retorted "and I don't teleport, that's such an amateur word for something so technical! I prefer to call it spatial jumps, it's the precise manipulation and calculation of spatiotemporal boundaries which I can manoeuvre to get from point A to B-"

"Wow. Nerd alert." Octavia can't help but scoff in amusement at his scientific explanation of his powers. She then proceeded to laugh even harder at the way his eyes squinted in irritation at her reaction.

"You little shit..." He replied at her display of immaturity.

"So, Five, how have you made it this far?" Octavia felt his anger brewing and quickly changed the topic of conversation and gestured to him, referring to his well equipped getup.

He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a small shrug, turning his gaze back to her.

"I just... did," He responds, unbothered with providing anything more.

"I just did." Octavia mocked his ambiguous response, changing the pitch of her voice to sound more serious and stoic, like Five. She felt his eyes glare daggers at hers in response to the childlike mimicry.

He stepped forward now, looking even more annoyed than before. Nobody had tested Five like this, not since his youth when his siblings were still around.

"Watch it." He warned in his typical dry tone which Octavia was starting to grow acquainted with the more he spoke.

As Five stepped forward Octavia quickly manifested her power again, a rectangular shield emerged just in front of the boy as he began to walk towards her.

"Or what?" She said as he walked straight into the shield. The scene before her had reminded Octavia of those embarrassing moments when you would accidentally walk straight into a glass sliding door.

"Oof-" Five grunted as he walked face-first into the force field, nearly toppling backward at the unexpected collision. He stumbled backwards several steps, rubbing the centre of his face where he just collided right into her shield. He looked back at Octavia, a somewhat annoyed but less menacing glare was painted in his green eyes.

"That wasn't funny." He mumbled through gritted teeth.

"Oh come on, that was pretty funny to me." Octavia deactivated the forcefield and she held her stomach as a deep genuine laugh left her lips. It was probably the hardest Octavia had ever laughed during her whole two years of being stuck in the apocalypse alone.

She didn't notice it then but Five's expression had softened for a fraction of a second as she laughed, the reverberation of her voice had filled the otherwise barren space.

And there it was again, that disgustingly unrecognisable feeling that consumed the deepest pits of Five's stomach.

Her laughter had stood out the most to Five, stunning him slightly although he would never admit it in that moment. Octavia's voice was bright and melodic, it didn't irritate him in the same way that Klaus's laughter had when he stole from Allisons wardrobe and proceeded to be chased by her through the mansion, taunting Allison with her favourite skirt. But now, the apocalypse for himself had been characterised by the sound of despair, from the burning debris to the deafening silence.

Octavia's laughter juxtaposed everything else desolate and decrepit which he had become accustomed to hearing after all this time. It was so full of life.

Five then understood why people often referred to others' laughs as being infectious. Octavia's laughter had ignited something, this unfamiliar warmth and queasiness started in his abdomen and soon expanded out into his bones and through to his skin. He felt it everywhere and he hated it. Was this just a symptom of the adrenaline? it had to be.

Five quickly broke away from his thoughts and returned to his traditional, irritated demeanor.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" He asked, taking another step towards her again. A small part of him knew he'd probably walk into another force field again, but he was a little too mad to care right now.

"Hey, give me a break. You're the first person I've seen in how long... like what... two years?" Octavia asked, her laughter subsiding and Five finally felt like he could somewhat relax.

"Have you been by yourself for two years?" Five was curious at her revelation, eager to know if she too had spent the last two years in solitude.

"Yeah. Since day one." Octavia explained. Five noticed a distant look which painted her eyes as if she was recalling the first day she had realised she was alone in this concrete hells-cape.

"And you've made it this far?" Five asked softly and he mentally cringed at how patronising he sounded, he didn't mean for his question to sound that why. The truth was Five was incredibly impressed that she had endured two whole years by herself, finding enough food, water, shelter and even fighting off sickness.

Surviving an apocalypse was no easy feat, Five knew that all too well.

"What? Do you not think that me and my bubbles could have lasted this long?" Five was silent for a moment. Of course he didn't think that, in actuality her power would be incredibly resourceful for the conditions the both of them found themselves in. Five struggled to articulate a defensive statement to her teasing but Octavia spoke up again before he could formulate anything worth saying.

"Do you have a group or something?" She asked and Five subconsciously thanked her for changing the topic.

"No. I'm alone." He admitted.

"Well, I guess that makes two of us." Octavia crossed her arms over her chest before she spoke again, "Your powers.. Are they the reason you survived the initial impact too?"

"Yes." Five looked down at the ground as he answered. He wasn't technically lying, he had survived the destructive impact of whatever ended the world because he had spatial jumped too far into the future. That could theoretically be interpreted as him using his powers to survive the mass extinction of all of humanity, right?

He just simply twisted the truth, that's all. Besides, there was no way Octavia would know if he was lying or not.

"You're a boy of few words, Cinco." She retorted and Five shot his gaze back up towards her.

"God- please don't call me that." Five groaned. The nickname not only irritated him but it was the very title his brother, Diego used to call him and hearing it fall from Octavia's lips was painfully nostalgic.

"Can you blame me?" Octavia shrugged and Five clicked his tongue.

"So... what were you doing out here?" She asked, gesturing to the mountain of concrete behind him.

"Looking for food, what else?" Five explained, his voice straightforward and apathetic.

"Fair enough, we all have to eat. Although I don't think you're gonna find much in that pile of concrete." Octavia wasn't judging the boy for his attempt at searching for resources, more so where he was looking. The landscape before them was nothing but grey desolate rubble.

"Well, I can't exactly afford to be picky, can I?" Five rationalised.

"Touché." She said in an approving tone.

Five didn't exactly know how he should continue the conversation as an elongated silence is exchanged between the two of them. Octavia tried to look anywhere but Five's piercing green gaze as the absence of noise consumed them. Although Octavia had been weary to the boy as a potential threat, she couldn't find it in herself to depart from him so quickly. As for Five, he couldn't extract or define the unknown inquisitiveness that overwhelmed his thoughts. He was standing before another living, breathing human and he couldn't quite believe it, these weren't the rotting bodies he had found buried under the remnants of the city.

Five did not want to depart from her presence so quickly, and he hated it.

"Hey.. I have some baked beans I found not too long ago, you're more than welcome to have some. If you want, that is?" Octavia offered and Five had to replay her voice in his head to ensure what he was hearing was correct.

"You're seriously willing to share your food with me during the apocalypse?" He pointed to himself, his head tilted in disbelief. Was this girl actually offering her own food to him despite trapping him in a bubble only mere moments ago?

"Look, do you want food or not?" Five panicked at her question, like she was threatening to take away the prospect of food so quickly.

"Yes." He said sharply, not caring how desperate he sounded in that second. However, Five felt his face begin to grow warm again when Octavia let out a small giggle at his eagerness.

He despised how easily she could get under his skin.

"Okay, just promise not to murder me on our walk back to mine?" She began to adjust the backpack she had resting on her shoulders and Five took that as the cue that they were leaving.

"If I wanted you to, you would be dead already." Five said proudly. Although his words were grim they carried a weight of truth to them, he probably could have killed Octavia instantly once she freed him from her bubble, but why would he want to do that? Not when he had been alone for so long already.

Even if Octavia was incredibly infuriating there was something about her wit and charm that Five found slightly familiar, somewhat comforting even.

"That's reassuring." She said sarcastically.

"I promise I won't try anything. Cross my heart" Five said, sounding so sincere that it was almost jarring to Octavia.

"Hope to die?" She asked warningly. Five raised a brow at her childish question that he believed to only exist on the school yard.

"You're hilarious. But yeah, cross my heart, I won't kill you. I promise." He shoved his hands in his pockets as they began to walk with Octavia leading the way.

"Watch out, I might just have to bubble you again if you try anything." Octavia held out her hands playfully mimicking how she would manifest her powers. Five rolled his eyes and subdued a small smirk that formed on his face.

"Hey, I always keep my word!" He was almost offended at her skepticism, however he didn't blame her, they were still strangers.

"I'm holding you to it, Five." She replied, looking back to face Five, throwing him a small smile.

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My Thoughts On How Five Could Have Had A Romance In Season 4 That Doesn’t Involve His Siblings Or Lila

You guys voted for it so…

Here it is! So far it’s been an overwhelming majority telling me to share so here you go! There’s only two ways IMO that the introduction and execution of giving Five a love interest could have been done well.

I’ve never taken a screen writing class and this all may sound very fanfictiony. For that I am sorry. This is the first time I’ve actually posted a full rundown of a character that I’ve created online for people to read about, consider, and discuss with me! Also This post is so VERY long. I MEAN IT. I will not make you scroll through it if you aren’t interested! More below!

You can scroll down if you don’t wanna read any of the introductory info. It makes more sense if you do though. Your life though man! I’ll have it separated from the actual story bits!

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Basic Character Information

I have given both love interests neutral names and tried to be as gender neutral with how I’m writing this as possible.

I am fully FOR the idea of Five being an Ace or Aroace icon. I adore his character and fully embrace all variations of him. (That being said I wish I had the ability to shove the home wrecker version of him we received in season 4 underwater and hold him there until I see the bubbles stop.)

Both of these options for love interests can and are intended to be open to being ace or non-ace regardless. These are just ideas that can be tweaked!

Also If you all like these I am debating writing either of the options into a few one shots? However, If you all hate them I won’t. (If you like anything you read in here I fully encourage you to use bits of it if you like the ideas. I love seeing people write stories and come up with their own versions. You all inspire me and helped inspire these characters!)

Both these versions of love interests would have bits of common background.

Both of these variants would start off as someone that he is established to work with at the CIA. (These organizations do not just let people do whatever they want whenever and with whomever they want.) They could have written it similar to season one with Diegos relationships. How Diego had this established life in an organization that he left. Diego established ties and interpersonal relationships with his coworkers which is not out of the norm. Acquaintances, Friends, rivals. All normal things that could develop between Five and a coworker similar in age to his physical body over the course of a SIX YEAR PERIOD.

Both of them will always take Five at his word. Neither variant of love interest would distrust him. Both know he’s not one to beat around the bush. If he says something he means it. Five is a blunt character regardless of how tired of all the work he’s doing all the time. This is an established character trait of his. The love interest would be USED to how BLUNT he is.

To Establish Age And Timeline: Five is stated to be in a 13 year old body in season 1 and that ends in April. Seasons 2 and 3 happen over the course of a few weeks for him. Then season 4 happens and he’s about 19 physically. I’m pushing season 4 so it’s more like a 7 or 8 year time-skip instead. Having Five be in a relationship like this ace or not at physically 19 is just odd for me. It feels wrong. So in order to make a romance work in this situation you’d need to push it further down the timeline. Make Fives physical age 20 or 21. It makes the audience feel better about seeing him involved with someone, Ace Or No Ace, and it allows for more wiggle room when they explain he’s now working for a government agency. People would be more inclined to believe he’s allowed to work for the government because he’s at the very least physically an adult man now. (Aiden Gallagher is 20 years old so him actually playing a 20-21 year old Five is not out of reach) — With that in mind both love interests would be the same physical age as Five and were recruited to the CIA because they were prodigies in their respective fields, but they went through training and recruitment with Five during the 7-8 year period we don’t get to see during the start of season 4.

This bullet is just so you understand some of the choices I make later in my run downs: Five has always just kind of done what he wants and gone where he wants so I think there’s a great opportunity for a running gag or even just a fun plot point about how in order to keep tabs on Five both love interests have their own special way of tracking him. (Explanations further below)

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The Actual Characters

1—: Optimistic Opposite Partner : his handler researcher he always calls, personable, soft, NEEDS approval, and a prodigy

For this post let’s refer to Optimistic Opposite Partner as, Ash

2— Pragmatic Mirror Partner : his work partner, stubborn, practical , dry, Hot headed, and always left out

For this post we’ll refer to Pragmatic Mirror Partner as, Morgan

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Both Ash and Morgan would highlight different aspects of Five’s character in, at least from my point of view, very delightful ways. I think characters like these would be a great addition to the story if we got more episodes to insert them and add more interactions with All of The Umbrellas. For now however I will only be inserting them into the story that we got so there’s less interaction with the whole Hargreeves family. I will however do what we all know is right and disregard the cannon ending. I will be writing this under the assumption that the show would end how I detailed in my previous post where I detailed how I thought season 4 should have ended. That post can be found HERE.

Another Note: I’m not writing fully fleshed stories just bulleted versions of arcs and scenes I believe would have been better than what we got. Specifically and mostly following the “lost in the subways among the timelines” bit.

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Main Key Ash:

Five - Blue Text

Ash - White Text

Diego — Green Text

Lila — Pink Text

Luther — Orange Text

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Ash

They are the cute and fun character that eventually gets pushed a little too far.

They are the person Five is calling at the CIA every time he needs background research done. And I mean every single time.

When you think of this dynamic think Varric and Zhu Li From LOK mixed with a dash of Garcia and Morgan from criminal minds. Ladybug And Maria from Bullet Train.

The first time we see them is when he gets out of the meeting with his boss in that first episode. Maybe Give goes to his office and there they are set up across from him with a quirked eye brow.

“So how’d it go? Wait let me guess? Not well?”

“I really don’t need this from you right now Ash.”

“Too bad.”

“You know what I really need is—“ he stops as the camera focuses on a to go cup of coffee steaming on his desk already.

“Why did you—“

Ash gets up “I figured you’d need it. You got a party to get to. Lots of screaming kids.” They wave as they walk out the door. “If I were you I’d chug it! Have a good night!”

We see five irritated beyond belief silently indicate that Ash has a point, pick up the cup and drink from it with no hesitation. In one scene we establish that at the very least Ash knows Five very well and Five seems to trust Ash because he without hesitation accepts the coffee and takes the advice to chug it.

Ash Tracks him through his phone. He has a government issued one. It needs to be used like this because as we saw in the show in other seasons, Five just goes where he wants. He did that when he had powers. He does it now. As his research assistant THATS EXTREMELY FRUSTRATING. A scene that could happen is

“I can’t believe you’re in ‘New Grumpson right now.”

“I told you to stop tracking me.”

“How else am I supposed keep tabs on you Five? You never tell me where you’re going. What am I gonna do when you need back up? Just throw a dart at a map and hope I’m right?”

“Look can you just send me the file I need”

“I can’t just fax it anywhere it’s classified.”

“It’ll be fine just—“

“Too late I’m already here.”

Five gritting his teeth and looking up to see them getting out of a car waving the file at him. His siblings are there and it’s amazing for them and us as the audience to watch Fove unravel in front of us. We feel like an older sibling watching him be pushed around by someone he can’t retaliate against. Five shakes his head and just takes the file from them. If done right this interaction could be something that feels like it happens every single mission he goes on at some point.

It’s obvious to everyone else that this person cares about Five deeply already, but Five just kind of takes them for granted. He doesn’t not care about them. He just doesn’t realize how much he relies on them. This is communicated nonverbally through the show in the CIA building. (Ex. Like when he’s in the office and in the middle of explaining something and walking Ash is anticipating and handing him things to help him make his point before he realizes he’s going to need them. They’re his bubbly little shadow at the office. There could even be a scene showing this if it wasn’t 6 episodes and 10 instead. At some point Five is at the office and he reaches to his side or in front of him and he doesn’t even realize there’s nobody there with him. Like there’s a shot of their usual desk in the corner exactly as it was the previous scene when Ash left it. They aren’t here today and they are always here. It throws him off. We get to see him be a little taken aback by it.

Ash gets pulled into the Cleanse mess because they bring him a file in the Christmas town and get caught up in the gun fight.

Five tries to blink them out of the fight and they both end up in the subway.

Personally I like the idea of Five getting on the train and the door closing before Ash can get on. The train leaves and Ash tries to run after the train but is too cautious to try following the tracks. They don’t know how to leave the station and they don’t wanna abandon Five, so they’re just kind of stuck there. They walk around the platform for a few minutes and end up sitting on the bench and just as they do the train rolls back into the station. Five walks off the train having done what he does in cannon, albeit a little more unnerved. In the other timeline he gets off the train at the next station and leaves the platform. He discovers it’s an alternate timeline. He gets back on the train and goes back and gets off the train in front of Ash. He’s been gone for ten minutes almost but it was only 5 minutes or so For Ash. Ash sprints at him. Five is surprised to be hugged by Ash and hugs them back for a second before they quickly lets go and hold each other at arms length purposefully. Five doesn’t even let them speak. He just cuts in before Ash can and tells them how its alternate timelines. At this point there’s no use in hiding it from Ash and they’re here in the subway with him so they ought to know.

Ash is more spiritual and fate oriented as a character. They take Fives abilities to blink specifically to the subway as a sign of it being important. Lila still convinces Five to check out the subway again and they do. He encounters himself. They both come back, and Ash is the one whose been looking into The Jennifer Incident File for Five. He meets them at the office and they fill him in on the file.

Ash is the one who gets him to really think about Ben before he goes to Reginald’s mansion. They comment on the file explaining

“This is a somewhat biased account, I’ll give you that. It’s the guys you were fighting against so there’s always gonna be an amount of “he said she said”. But the guy who wrote this seems to be blunt as hell. Very factual presentation of everything. No punches pulled about how badly he fought or how his team failed to achieve goals.”

“What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is… History is written by the winners Five. I don’t know your dad well. Hell I don’t know him at all, but I gotta ask… Is he the kinda man who would lie about this stuff? Is he the kind of man you could trust to tell you how you actually won? What do you remember?”

Five squints at them. “Nothing… I wasn’t there… but it’s an interesting thought.” He gets up and walks around to Ash’s desk.

“I try.” Five starts to leave and ash calls out after him “I’ll let you know if anything develops on this end.”

Five waves the copy of the File at them in aknowledgement and disappears out of the office door

Ash comes out with them to the Alpaca farm when they get the call about it. They’re standing with Five And Lila when she tries to convince Five to go back to the subway again. Five agrees he’ll go and take a look but not with her. This irritates Lila. Ash tries to level with Lila and this annoys her. She snaps that it’s none of Ash’s business and to stay out of it. Lila snapping at Ash is Five’s cut off. He tells Lila she isn’t coming with him to the subway because of her attitude right now. She’s acting way too impulsively right now and he’s not going to risk that. She needs to take a breath go regroup with Diego and Luther. Keep tabs on them. Lila is irritated by this and storms away. (This may be out of character for her but I truly have never understood Lila as well as other characters. I’m so sorry.)

Ash asks if they can come with. Five is about to ask them if they’re serious? He just denied Lila why would he bring Ash? Ash says that they’re just curious about this all honestly. Plus it’s always better to bring someone to watch your back. Five reluctantly agrees because Ash is right. Plus they’ve kept a very level head through all this. If something happens he can just bring them home. It’ll be fine.

So he brings Ash with on that second run to investigate and everything with the sparrow academy timeline happens.

Then as we know they both end up getting stuck.

They roll past their stop.

“Five? Wasn’t that our—“

“Stop? Yes. Yes it was.”

The montage of what happens down there wouldn’t really be a montage it would be an entire episode or at the very least half of an episode dedicated to following them over the course of these six years. (If it was a montage though, the song I feel like that would be amazing in vibe and fit would be “You’re Dead” By Norma Tanega)

We would get a lot more scenes above the subway when they’re looking for supplies and gathering information. Fighting things that are on the surface in these other timelines.

This version of Five is one who is coming at the fact he’s stuck in a never ending nightmare universe like this again as if it’s a personal slight against him. Like of course, of fucking course it happens to him again. OF COURSE. When his family needs him this happens AGAIN. (It’s a very self centered way of looking at it. The fact Ash is there and also dealing with this is not even on his radar at first. Ash's feelings about this don’t even register to him until later because as a defense mechanism he’s automatically slipped back into ‘survival apocalypse’ mode. ‘One problem at a time’ mode. ‘This physical problem in front of my face is what I’m focusing on’ mode. we can tell when he finally picks up on Ash's feelings about being stuck here but he doesn’t say anything to them about it. His character has never been good at approaching people gently and while they’re in survival mode gently isn’t really an option.

Ash is obviously so scared about the fact that they’re trapped there and don’t know how to get home. They just don’t want to show it. They put on a brave face the whole time and we watch it crack.

Ash can seem to sense Five’s irritation and just slips into doing what they do best. Following Fives lead.

So Five makes a plan. They are both agents for the CIA so they both should be able to survive out here. They both spend months staring at the map terminal and physical map, trying to decode it and it gets more and more frustrating for five. But Ash is trying their best to stay optimistic on purpose. You can tell it’s somewhat forced but still somewhat genuine.

Ash is also doing what they do best. Assisting Five. But at the beginning it seems like it’s much more difficult. Apocalypses and time travel aren’t anything they trained for. Plus their survival training was minimal since they joined the CIA as an analyst not a field agent. They aren’t sure what Five needs. There are moments we see Five hold out his hand out of habit and Ash just stares. They don’t know what he needs and it’s unsettling for both of them. Five realizes he has to reach Ash what they need to do out here and you can tell it’s irritating to him.

A full year passes and Ash's optimism seems to fade but they’re getting better at knowing what needs to be done to survive in the subway. They get better at anticipating things that are needed. When they talk Ash's smile doesn’t seem to reach their eyes as much. Five doesn’t notice this still. Five always seems slightly annoyed that Ash is always so upbeat.

Year two you can tell the smile isn’t barely real at all but Ash still pokes fun at five along the way. Ash is the one trying to keep them both feeling human. They have to force Five to do things like wash clothes, eat, sleep, comb his hair. Five is visibly irritated by it. He doesn’t want to be dragged away from the problem but he always begrudgingly acknowledges that Ash is right.

It’s around the middle of year 3 that they both break. Ash offers to help five shave (similar to how Lila does in the show) because he’s doing a god awful job of it. He hasn’t had to do upkeep like this since the first apocalypse and even then he just let his beard grow out then. We see Ash in the “mirror” Five is using to shave and even he can tell the smile is so forced it hurts to look at. Five glares at them and breaks his silence. He snaps at the about how shaving isn’t fucking important. Getting back home is important. At least when he was alone before he didn’t have to worry about some chipper chipmunk of a person following him around like a lost puppy. He berates them about the fact that they’re so chipper all the time and how irritating it is when all he needs to do is work. He Berates them for trying so hard at it. Why won’t they just admit that this all sucks. It’s awful. He wants Ash to get mad. He wants Ash to blame him. Ash needs to blame him. He implies that Ash doesn’t seem to care at all about the fact that they’re stuck here and that’s when Ash snaps back.

Ash isn’t smiling anymore. They go off at five about how much they care and how selfish Five has been. They know this isn’t a game. They understand the stakes. Theyre trying so fucking hard he has no idea. They’re just trying to keep it together because of they don’t they’re gonna go insane. (Essentially they lose it at him and tell him how much of a selfish prick he’s being.)

The two end up screaming back and forth at each other all sorts of things that devolve into nothing insults about little things that have annoyed them about each other (we as an audience get an insight into how well these two really know each other with how insanely specific some of the stuff is)

“At least I don’t gag when I skin a rabbit!”

“Oh I’m sorry apocalypse boy? Does my lack of enthusiasm towards skinning small animals upset you? I’m so so sorry you dad never let you have a pet rabbit! But some of us still—“

“Yeah, yeah, I remember your pet bunny. You’ve only mentioned sir pumpernickel 300 times. Im sorry you used to love one 👏🏻but 👏🏻we 👏🏻have 👏🏻to 👏🏻eat👏🏻this 👏🏻one 👏🏻to 👏🏻live👏🏻 so stop gagging and get it done.”

Ash then says something along the lines of “ You know? You talk about your ‘dad’ and you pretend you’re nothing like him, but you act exactly the same. Pompous and arrogant. So wrapped up in your need to stop the apocalypse and ‘save your family’ that you don’t give a shit who you hurt to do it!”

With that Ash storms off out of the station to whatever world they’ve stopped in.

Five is stunned by what they’ve said and lets them go still half shaven.

He turns back and tries to keep shaving and after a few minutes he realizes what he’s said to Ash.

He stops shaving and washes his face off. He goes up after them. He finds them washing clothes in the river he sits next to them.

Five helps them finish washing clothes. It’s silent the whole time. They bring clothes back to the station he offers Ash the barber knife. It’s an olive branch. Ash takes it.

We then get the shaving scene but it’s Ash and Five. The scene is silent save for the scraping of blade against skin. Then Five speaks.

“I’m sorry.” A pause. “For saying all of that and for treating you like—.”

“It’s okay. Stop talking, or I’ll end up cutting you.” More quiet scraping.

Five waits til Ash is finished shaving him and wiping off the knife before he speaks again. He says he’ll do better.

“Yes, yes you will.” There’s another pause “or else I’ll only shave half your face next time.”

This is the first time Five cracks a genuine smile in YEARS. Ash smiles back. There’s a renewed sense of understanding. A silent deal is struck essentially. Be kinder to each other in this.

The next two years we get scenes that are more gentle between the two very similar to the ones we get in the actual show. Five is more open to teaching Ash things about the worse parts of hardcore survival. Which in turn helps Ash feel more useful and lightens the load on Five. He can trust them to handle themselves more.

We watch them Slowly moving closer too each other over the course of the train rides. Falling asleep with heads on shoulders. Cooking for one another. Interspersed with scenes of them just entertaining themselves with the other. Reading from books they find in these universes. Playing chess together, cutting hair, sewing up cuts. Light Play fighting in the rivers they wash clothes in eventually leading to the sixth year five months two days conversation.

It happens just after a scene where we watch Ash set Fives Broken leg.

That’s RIGHT the reason they end up in the green house is a legitimate reason in this one.

Five loses his footing hunting in a previous scene and falls down a hill. He blinks and lands haphazardly on rubble in the subway startling Ash who has to immediately jump into action and help.

Ash after setting and wrapping Fives leg tells him that he needs to rest. They have to settle somewhere and let his leg heal. Five doesn’t want to stop but has to concede that Ash is right. Ash starts packing up the camp and they brainstorm where would be the safest place to rest. Five brings up the greenhouse.

“The one with strawberries and that fun little office room?”

Five nods. “It was pretty clean and there was a desk there. I can still work on figuring out this subway while I’m bedridden…”

Ash rolls their eyes at him. “Like you’ll actually stay in bed once I make you a set of crutches.”

Five glares at them as they finish packing things up.

“Don’t be such a baby. It’ll only be for a few months till you can put weight on it. We aren’t giving up.”

And here’s the big change from cannon. THEY DONT GIVE UP.

They do rest there. Five recuperates there. He’s the one messing rolling about in a chair scribbling things down in a notebook while he messes the strawberries in the greenhouse. Ash goes Hunting instead.

They do have their cute little cottage core moments but they don’t give up. And it’s not in the green house that the strawberry throwing happens. It’s a basket of clothes that Ash brings in while five is WRITING IN THE JOURNAL trying to decipher the glyphs from the subway.

Ash throws socks at five instead of food. That conversation about winter happens and Ash DOES FALL but it’s into the handmade wheelchair that Five has been using while healing.

Five is always holding a notebook in his hands. I cannot emphasize enough HE IS STILL WORKING TO FIND HIS FAMILY.

THATS when the kiss moment happens.

“Was that not okay? I’m sorry. I know this isn’t the time—“

Five cuts them off with a kiss again and that’s answer enough.

They don’t ask if it’s weird because ITS NOT. They are two people with and established back and forth coming together in this moment.

Five finds the journal on one of his first trips out since his leg has healed enough to walk freely. The dinner is an anniversary dinner but more so to celebrate his leg healing. He shows it to Ash IMMEDIATELY. There is no fear of returning and losing them to someone because Ash is not married to his brother. 👀

Ash and Five end up staying in that greenhouse together while they make sure the journal is legit and figure it out together for a few days.

They finally figure out how to get home using it.

They wait a week to gather supplies to help them to continue on in case the journal screws them over and they got it wrong

Before they leave green house they have one last candle lit dinner and say good bye to it. They leave it all set up and all their things strewn about. Because the things don’t matter they’re going home together and there’s no question of will this last after they’re home because they don’t need to question it. Of course they are. It’s the same as Diego and Lila in season 2 and 3. There’s no questioning it.

They will stay together.

We get a fun scene at Lila and Diego’s house with the whole family talking about everything but Klaus is staring at Five and Ash. He is looking them up and down because they aren’t wearing suit jackets and pants anymore. They’re both in casual. Five is wearing his sweater vest and Ash is wearing jeans and a flannel. Diego calls it out.

“What is this then? No offense to, Ash, right? But why’re you here?”

“I vaguely recall asking you the same question about lila back in 63.”

“Lila’s different”

Lila has picked up on what five has indicated and his body language

“Not sure how different the situation is Di.”

This is when everyone on the couch picks up on it. Allison and Klaus immediately react silently. Klaus open mouthed impress and shock Allison bewildered looking at Ash for confirmation. Ash maybe makes eye contact with Allison and looks away a little embarrassed.

Diego looks at Lila confused “what do you— wait— You’re!” Diego accusatorially pointing a finger at Five. “Since when?!”

“My love life isn’t important right now Diego”

Only when Five says this does Luther pick up on it. He’s got a look of bewildered awe on his face and He looks right at Ash and addresses them.

“Wait, you two are dating?”

Klaus and Allison gag on their water like we got in cannon.

Ash looks like they truly have no idea what to say and five holds the bridge of his nose.

“Really not important right now. Can we get back to what’s important? Like the apocalypse? namely Stopping it?”

They continue their regular conversation about stopping the apocalypse

All of them leave and pretty much everything that happens leading up to my version of the “Cleanse” happens

These next bullets happen in the universe where my version of the ending is cannon once again you can read it here.

They have a meaningful moment on the subway after they’re all speeding away we get him asking them if they regret knowing him. Knowing what was gonna happen. Ash looks at him funny then says they could never.

“Besides. If we do get to live whole new lives… that means you still owe me all the years that we would’ve gotten in this one. Also a pet rabbit. You owe me a pet rabbit too.”

Five laughs “Of course.”

Five is holding them closely when the train hits the reset point.

The next we see them both is when the I detailed as his wife in the polkadot blouse comes walking into the classroom. Now Fives spouse in the true timeline, full name Asher Delores Murphy (Male/Female/ Or Nonbinary) Also PHD is wearing dress pants and a polkadot button up shirt

Maybe in the scene where they’re gathered around a tv in the physics building we see a rabbit cage in the corner. Five got them their rabbit that he owed them.

That’s Ash character arc. Five never stops looking and he falls in love with a character who is always willing and able to meet him where he’s at. Match his energy. Understand him without having to say anything to him. Someone we get to watch learn and teach Five to not shoulder a burden alone. Someone who carries the weight of the world alongside him, while simultaneously bringing out the human side of him that we as the audience rarely get from him.

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Morgan is Different. Morgan is more one sided rivalry to realization that it was actually just tension all along. Fighting with him and being on his side and willing to go down with him in the end.

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Main Key Morgan:

Five — Blue Text

Morgan — White Text

Lila — Pink Text

Klaus — Purple Text

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Morgan

They’re one of the CIA’s newest recruits and very similar to Five from season one. Also a prodigy.

Desperate to prove themselves

They don’t understand why Five keeps getting sent out into the field and they’re being denied the opportunity

“We’re the same age! We have the same experience! We’re technically partners! Let ME try for once!”

Five almost seems to pity them at first which absolutely infuriates Morgan

The first time we as an audience are introduced to them, is when they’re the one who comments on Fives lateness instead of the blond bespectacled operative we aren’t even properly introduced to in season 4

Five doesn’t need to have his suit handed to him he already has remembered it and is wearing it walking in the building.

Morgan is leaning against one of the pillars and they are quick to fall in step with five on his way.

“You’re late.”

“I am aware.”

“If you were aware, you wouldn’t have been late. Do you even know how to read a clock?”

“If anyone is gonna lecture anyone about time it’s me. I’m certain I know quite a bit more about how time works than you do Morgan.”

“Oh really? That’s interesting because last I checked, when you decide on a time to meet and a person gets there after that arranged meeting time, it means they’re late. That’s how time works.”

Five just sighs his defeated sigh and ignores them

He used to deal with worse from his siblings when they were younger. He’s completely fine with this. it’s almost welcomed by five it’s nostalgic for him in a way(the fact he’s never completely phased by the jabs you can tell is infuriating to Morgan)

At the last minute Morgan stops Five before he opens the office door and makes five look at them

Five has been wearing that gross mustache the whole time they’ve been talking

Morgan rips the mustache off Fives face and Five recoils

Morgan makes a quip about the mustache before pushing open the door and five walks in with them scowling

There could be a small bit where Morgan could also be suspicious of Five not checking in when his brother is kidnapped

Morgan is also in the room when Five blinks for the first time in eight years in their shared office.

We can tell what Morgan’s space and what’s fives space. Five’s is overly organized with books of mathematics strewn about and a chalk board covered in equations. Morgan’s side is covered in puzzle books. Sudoku, word scramble, decryption puzzle books, anagram puzzle books, books on linguistics, cryptograms. Notebooks with sticky notes just sticking out of every page. Morgan is obviously clever. Curious, a puzzle solver. Needs a challenge.

They just turn around and Fives just gone. They are fucking baffled. They think he walked out in the middle of a conversation. Rude!

Morgan leaves to get something and they come back and Five is falling into the chair bewildered and starts to keel forward.

Morgan is once again baffled. Then their face pass through a few emotions. Starting with irritation then suspicion And finally landing on concern

“I thought you’d left. In the middle of a— Are you alright?”

“No. I don’t think I am…” Five gets up and grabs his jacket and says he’s taking a sick day.

Morgan is absolutely taken aback. “A— You’re? Okay?”

Five ends up doing his thing and driving with his siblings up to New Grumpson

He calls Morgan from the pay phone and has them look into Sy Grossman and Jennifer Grossman

We watch it play out in a vertical split screen.

Morgan gives him the information but you can hear them just before Five hangs up

“There’s no one listed living in New Grumpson under those names Five. Are you gonna—“

“Thanks Morgan. Gotta go”

“Wait! Five! I’m your partner! you can’t just—“

Click.

The audience sees Morgan is slamming the receiver into the dock of the phone over and over again. This happens while the screen transitions Morgan off screen and focus back on Five

Everything that happens in New Grumpson still happens

Five ends up in the subway and comes back

They escape in the van and get into an accident

Five calls again and we get another vertical split screen. This is the call about running the Chrysler and Morgan is sick of this after Five hangs up this time. Instead of lingering on Five we linger on Morgan.

They’ve run the address and they message it to Five but instead of just leaving him to it that first time they meet him and his family at Gene and Jeans apartment.

Five is irritated but Lila doesn’t seem to care and Diego is trying to be cool for Morgan because they’re also from the CIA

Diego leaves and while Morgan is investigating something on the other side of the room Lila asks the blink question and they have that conversation with Morgan in the room.

Morgan doesn’t know what blinking is but it’s something they latch onto because Five can’t do it.

“What is it five? What do you mean by blink? You have to let me in! I can help!”

they’re poking him when Lila says to get back on the horse and grabs Five.

“Don’t!”

All three of them end up in the subway

Morgan is absolutely horrified and nearly throws up

“Oh my god! What did you do?! What is this?! Am I in hell? Is this 9-5 commuter hell?!”

Morgan is visible my freaking out in the background while Five and Lila argue about what she’s just done

Lila doesn’t care she’s just kinda whatever she doesn’t fully work for the CIA like Five does, she’s just doing it to feel alive again , same as Diego wants too. (look at that they’re Diego and Lila are husband and wife and they want the same thing? Who’da thought it?)

They are straight up just going to leave Morgan on the platform as when the tarain pulls into the platform (Morgan is not part of the family yet they are tagging along at this point.)

Morgan doesn’t wanna be left alone so they jump the train with the other two.

“Where you going to leave me there?!”

Simultaneously “You’d’ve been fine.” “Yes.”

“We’d have come back for you…”

“At some point”

“Probably”

Morgan glares at them both and is silent pretty much the whole rest of the trip. Lila cracks a joke at them about their crack about ‘commuter hell’ but Morgan scowls and ignores her

Five comments on how Morgan is taking this remarkably well. Morgan’s response is very curt and the only real response they give for a while

“I work for the CIA. Secrets are what we do. I will ask you more questions about those secrets when I’m no longer trapped in a weird freaky subway with you.”

EXTREME FORESHADOWING.

“You aren’t trapped. Trust me. You’d know it if we were trapped here.”

Everything happens like it did before with the breadcrumbs commentary and being shot at by OG timeline Five

Morgan and Five deal with being shot at like pros and Lila is as she was in the show not the best at it and they all get on the subway. Lila is last this time.

They come back to apartment they blinked out of and learn about the file. from here on out Morgan refuses to leave Five alone.

Morgan comes with to Reginald’s house. They’re there for the conversation about Ben’s death and the mind control.

Five has obviously filled in some details on the way and Morgan is able to deduce details themselves and provide an outside perspective

All of the siblings are a little weirded out by the fact Morgan is there. They ask who Morgan is and Five tells them that Morgan is his partner. (This could be the fun start of a joke where Five NEVER elaborates on that word and all of the siblings are like what does he mean by Partner? But all of them refuse to ask because they know he’d never tell them.)

Reginald, Diego, and Allison I think wouldn’t appreciate Morgan being there but Five would actually stand up for them.

I don’t know how he would or what would be said but it feels like it would be a weird kind of turning point for the trust between the two

Then finally they get to memory machines and I’m not sure if he would let Reginald restore his memory or not. (If he did I think he’d tell Morgan to shoot Reginald if this looks like it’s going bad. And Morgan would respectfully agree to.)

Everything happens like normal and they get called out to the Alpaca Farm Massacre site where Ben murdered all those people

The conversations are the same including Lila convincing Five to use the subway except this time Morgan is present for it

Morgan Volunteers to go with instead of Lila

“I have the training. I think It would make more sense for me to go.”

This is when Lila snaps. She, like Diego, wants to be important to the mission but it’s more subtle than Diego. She doesn’t just wanna be a mom but also a bad ass and this subway stuff is scratching her itch and filling her need of getting out of the house and away from Diego for a bit. Morgan is threatening that.

“How on earth does it make more sense for you to go? I was raised an assassin and what are you some CIA puppy? New recruit Wanna prove yourself so badly? Think you’re tagging along on a fun adventure? It’s not fun. It’s life or death. I have way more experience with that than you’ll ever have.”

Five is staring at Lila a little taken aback at the outburst but Morgan is impassive and gentle in their response.

“i recall how dangerous it was Lila, but unlike you, I don’t have any family. I am, for lack of a better word expendable. If something happens Five can leave me behind and come back to let you all know that route is bust. It makes more sense for ME to go with him.”

We can focus on five and Lila’s reactions to this response. Lila seems embarrassed and agrees respectfully that

“yeah um yeah sorry no you make a good point. I gotta report in anyway.”

(I’m so sorry every time I try to write for Lila I feel like I’ve written garbage for her. I’m so sorry. She deserves better than me.)

Five doesn’t say anything to Morgan about that but you can tell it’s struck a cord with him. He doesn’t like the idea of that. Of Morgan thinking they’re expendable.

Diego walks over to Lila and they converse same as before while Morgan and Five walk over to their CIA boss they have the same conversation about babysitting Diego and Luthor maybe this time also Lila.

Morgan maybe mentions talking to Lila and Diego seriously about joining the CIA.

Five is once again taken aback by how considerate Morgan is being.

Everything happens leading up too Morgan and Five walking into the subway and just before they do five asks if Morgan is sure about this. Morgan agrees that yes they are.

“Field work like this is why I joined the CIA. I wanted to do big things and i don’t think it hets much bigger than trying to work out how to use an inter dimensional subway station to save the world from devastation.”

Five nods his head in a conceding motion and he blinks them into the subway.

When they get there Morgan pulls out a little book from their pocket and starts writing down more of the symbols from the walls and train.

We get a conversation about this where Five asks Morgan about it, and says he recalls them doing the same thing when they were on the subway earlier.

Morgan shrugs and explains that they’ve always enjoyed word puzzles.

“I’ve always thought that Decryption was just a more fancy way of saying puzzle, and you know how great I am at those.”

Five makes a sound of concession once again and we get our first real grin from Morgan. Morgan isnt being hostile this time and it’s shocking.

“Besides! It’d be good to figure out how to read what’s written on the walls. Could be helpful and it may be the key to understanding this place and why it’s here.”

Morgan is trying to be fun and interesting because they’re excited. They’re is excited that they’re finally in the field. That’s all they’ve been asking for. They just wanted to be allowed to try.

As the two board the train we hear Morgan comment out loud about how alien the symbols look. They aren’t typical symbols like other symbolic languages. They maybe comment on certain similarities to other ancient languages that are dead that scientists haven’t been able to place but that they’re still different. Gosh they wish they had their textbooks to study this better. That’s fine though. This note book will help when they get home.

After that the same things happen that Five did with Lila in the other timelines on this excursion with Morgan. (I.E. Traveling back in time in the sparrow timeline and all that with Five exasperatedly saying they aren’t going to wing this and it was a terrible idea. He’s immediately calling the mission and saying it’s a bust.)

Morgan runs into the train with him and tries to convince him that it’s fine! They can’t quit after only one attempt.

They’re having a back and forth about this still on the train when the train passes their stop.

Five notices and has to quiet Morgan

“That was our stop.”

“What?”

“We just passed our station.”

“What do you mean what’s—“

The PA comes on and we hear garbled reversed speech and then “express”

Simultaneously “Shit.” “Shit!”

Instead of just a shot of the tunnel flashing green we get a shot of them inside the train looking at one another and both look shaken

“Five?”

A flash of green and we move on

Then it’s same thing as before we get a montage of the two losing their shit at one another over the fact that they’re lost. Which similarly to the other love interest before eventually the becomes mutual respect, care and love for each other.

It’s different from the previous love interest because they’re both “trained” as field agents. Both would have survival skills except one of them is also trying to solve an insane decryption issue at the same time.

While we watch this version of Five trapped in the Subway with Morgan it becomes clear to us as the audience that we are essentially watching the same thing we did in season 1, where Five was trapped alone, but with two people instead. In this case too we realize Morgan is taking on Five’s role from the original timeline. They are the one who seems to feel this intense drive to understand this particular problem. Five having done this all before becomes the Delores of the two. A support system. Always Helping and trying to keep Morgan sane. He recognizes and feels like he’s watching the same thing happen to Morgan that happened to him in season 1. However this time the key to understanding this isn’t something he can solve with mathematics. It’s words and he’s never been great with those. Sure, he can speak plenty of languages, but he’s never had to translate an entirely new language from scratch before. Morgan is the only one of them that has experience with that. Morgan is the key this time.

We get to see the years progress through Morgan’s “Notes” and it’s a montage set to “Dear God — Remastered” by XTC

The Notes are along the outer edges of the screen and the scenes we watch are super imposed on top of the “notebook” itself like we’re watching it on the books

The first year it’s just a bunch of wild scribbles Morgan isn’t writing anything down in it slowly. They’re frantic because they wanna get home. We see five and them arguing the same as we watched him and Lila do in the original

The second year they’re both in survival mode. Cooking food and making fires collecting supplies.

The notes are more organized. There are some sketches of the platforms. The symbols are better sketched at the top with more care. Morgan seems to be trying to visually keep track of stations

Year three is when the notes start to get more and more clear but still no words or even letters are decoded. There are notes about how time feels like it’s passing but “is it really?” Time is resetting every stop they make. Is the subway taking them back in time of freezing time everyone they’re in it? There’s a scene of Morgan scribbling angrily on the book and throwing it down the train car and falling down on the bench.

We watch Five get up like he’s done this a million times before (we get the sense he definitely has) and pick it up. He walks back over, slides it into Morgan’s pack and sits down next to them. Morgan leans into Five’s shoulder looking somewhat defeated. Five seems surprised by this but doesn’t push them away.

We get the chess scenes and in this variation they find a deck of cards so we get a billion scenes of them playing card games.

Year four the notes in the margins are sharp. Morgan is getting better at sketching the same things over and over. We start to see questions pop up about repeating letters and why doesn’t there seem to be any? Sketches of the PA system. Sketches of the train car’s interiors.

This is the year where there’s more laughter and intimacy in the interactions between them. There’s the visions of them caring for one another. In various ways Morgan bandaging Fives hand. Five fixing a dislocated shoulder for Morgan. Morgan shaving Five and Five cutting Morgan’s hair.

Year five is when interesting questions start popping up in the margins of the screen. We see sketches of the door mechanisms form in the train. Questions like is it possible to drive? WHO is driving? What is driving? Do we want to know? Can we get in there? A sketch of the drivers car through the window of the train but it’s impossible to see through a blacked out window in the sketch. A caption of “drivers car impossible to reach. new plan is the old plan?”

This is the year becomes clear there’s real feelings forming between the two but they are also looking really tired. Morgan starts falling asleep tucked next to Five.

Morgan just keeps staring at the book and you see scenes of five taking it from them and pointing to the sleeping cot or handing them food. They reluctantly take it and sit right next to Five and eat with their head on his shoulder

Year six is when the margins start fading from the screen and we pan up away from the book

A string of symbols on a page and the word “Station” circled. A double sided arrow connects the two as we pan away from this we see it’s written on the pages of the book that is in Morgan’s hand. They’re clutching it in one of their hands as they sleep and l are in the same position we saw Five a Lila in under the umbrellas.

The six year montage ends not with despair but with a kind of hope

So the next time we see them their conversation isn’t about giving up. It’s about really sitting down and cracking into this. Morgan really thinks they can solve this. But it’s just so hard to focus like this. It’s off hand in reference to moving around on the subway

“Morgan, what do you need to solve this. Anything you need we’ll figure it out. You need to tell me what it is though.”

“If I could just.. I don’t know… sleep. Like really sleep. In a bed… bathe? Shower, if I can? I know I could get this… WE could get this… We’re so close…”

Five agrees and they have a conversation about instead of staying in the subway going somewhere to work in peace where they don’t have to scrounge. Just for a while until they’ve fully cracked this.

They debate and land on that greenhouse so they GO THERE to sit and decode it

We get a scene of them setting up shop. Just after they’ve cleaned up. And it’s a nice scene like you get in any romance show or movie where the characters are seeing each other for the first time in a new light for real. (like a wow look at you I never realized just how nice this person is to look at?)

And we get a few scenes throughout the episode of them slowly but surely solving it. More letters going up in a bulletin board connected to symbols with twine and other things salvaged. Interspersed with moments of them eating dinner and playing cards. Playful throws of paper. Morgan excitedly running in with a record player and putting it on. They drag Five away from the bulletin board and start dancing. Five argues they should keep working but Morgan says that if they don’t take breaks they’re gonna go crazy staring at the symbols so please just dance. Do something for himself you know?

Five kinda has a moment that you see where he recalls that’s exactly what happened with him originally. He NEVER stopped and he went insane on the OG timeline.

So he takes a real minute not like the games before. Just a real minute to dance.

The two laugh Morgan trips Five catches them

Five’s holding them close

They look in one another’s eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“Something for myself.”

He kisses Morgan and Morgan reciprocates.

AND BY GOSH BY GOLLY WE HAVE A WELL BUILT RELATIONSHIP THATS KiNdA ONE SIDED RIVAL TO LOVER

The last scene we have of them in the greenhouse obviously more time has passed

Five does the same thing he did for Lila. He makes Morgan something. I think Five fixes them up a Rubix cube or even whittles them a cool wooden hand held puzzle. Like one of those puzzle balls or even a puzzle box that has something else in it? Idk. I just feel like a ring or any type of jewelry is too cheesy and fast to be in the box So maybe it’s just the box. Morgan loves it and gives Five something in return. They’re like it’s not as crazy as a hand carved gift but they took some time between solving the decryption to go and find him something special. It’s a mug that used to say “Life Is About More Than Coffee.” but coffee is crossed out with red paint and in big red letters it says Apocalypses so it now reads “Life Is About More Than Apocalypses”.

Five can’t stop laughing when he looks at it. It’s stupid. It’s a dumb joke that’s really insensitive to him the more you focus on it. He’s told Morgan all of stories about all 3 of the apocalypses he’s experienced in his life during these six years trapped here with them, but for some reason the fact they took time out of their day to repair this cracked mug and personalize a stupid word play joke at his expense makes him lose it. This also happens the same day they completely decode the alphabet. THEY CAN GO HOME BECAUSE THEY ARE ABLE TO READ THE MAP NOW. (I can’t begin to tell you how mad I am that that alien language was never talked about once. Or the fact that they never considered trying to decode it at any point? They’re stuck in this subway… LEARN TO READ THE SIGNS)

They’re excited but you can tell after the hype dies down it’s a little sad. They kind of liked this existence here. It was simple. Five could sit and do old man things and just keep them alive. He wasn’t the one the solution hinged on so he gets to rest a while. Morgan was spending their all of their time solving a HUGE puzzle. It was kind of heaven for both of them.

They pack up everything that’s needed and leave the deck of cards and a half solved crossword puzzle book they found previously on the table. Something for whomever comes across this place to find.

They have a conversation just outside the greenhouse about what they’re gonna do about what they’ve become when they return

Morgan responds by taking Five’s hand

“One problem at a time right? We’ve decoded the subway. Next is stopping the apocalypse. Then, after that’s done and we know for a fact that we can still stand the sight of one another while other people are present, we’ll worry about filling out the relationship paperwork at the agency.”

Laughing. “There’s paperwork for that?”

“Yes. Lots of boxes to check and forms to fill.”

“If it makes you happy.”

“It does actually. Soothes me.”

Five picks up their bags. “Once more into commuter Hell?”

“I said that one time!!”

There’s a flash of blue and the camera holds on the playing cards and their initials carved into the table (childish maybe Fanfictiony? Probably? I’m not a screen writer!)

I think we also deserve a pleasant little scene to replace when they get back and there’s the whole Lila/Five dramatic cheating reveal on Christmas at her families house 👀👀👀

It would be them all regrouping at Lila and Diego’s house because they get back and it makes sense to regroup there

They walk in holding hands. Five helps Morgan in and refuses to let go of them the whole time they regroup.

The funny stuff comes from everyone on the couch, while explaining their info, trying to figure out what is going on with Five and Morgan.

Five is sitting on the arm of the chair Morgan is in, his arm is around them and finally Klaus is the one to break tension and be like

“Obviously the elephant in the room though… what is THIS!?”

And just motions to five and Morgan and five and Morgan get to explain how the subway was a bust and they got trapped there for almost 7 years

Lila tries to push to use the subway again and they all get in an argument about using it

She argues that Morgan decoded it so they can read the map now.

Five argues back that they decoded how to get back here, it would take weeks to figure out which specific world would be the one they needed to do all of what they wanted

Lila is angry that they didn’t map that while they were stuck

Morgan jumps in with the are you kidding we were stuck there seven years because that’s how long it took to figure out how to read the map all while trying to survive. Sorry that wasn’t enough for them all.

Essentially we get that argument but then the same things cascade like before. Things fall apart and we end up at the end of the world again. Once again my version of the cleanse occurs. (Because I refuse to acknowledge the real ending and think all of them deserve happiness and to live. Sue me.)

These next bullets happen in the universe where my version of the ending is cannon once again you can read it here.

Morgan and Five’s moment of the subway train is not exactly the same as Ash’s but kind of similar. Five asks apologizes for the fact Morgan’s first ever field mission was ending like this. He asks if they regret getting involved with him now that they know what’s happening.

“Are you kidding me? This is the kind of mission kids get told stories about and then join the CIA because of. I got to decode an alien language, time travel, possibly save the world, and fall in love with a super hero… I almost hope this resets because…”

They put a hand on Fives cheek. “I’d love to do this all again… I only got to complete one mission with you as my partner so, please find me? Even if you forget me? Find me. So we can do more big things together.”

“Of course…”

Five is seated with them on the train bench. He’s holding them with one arm and holding his family with the other when the train hits the reset point.

Again the next we see them both, is when the person I called his wife in the polkadot blouse comes walking into the classroom. Now Five’s spouse in the true timeline, full name Morgan Delores Murphy (Male/Female/ Or Nonbinary) Also PHD is wearing dress pants and a polkadot button up shirt is handed a puzzle box when they sit on Five’s desk in the final montage.

In the scene where they’re gathered around a tv in the physics building we five holding a mug aloft. Five drinks from it. It’s personalized to say “Life Is About More Than Rocket Science.” They’re still the same couple who make the same jokes and give the same gifts. No matter what timeline.

That is Morgan’s Arc. Someone who desperately wanted to be Fives equal and prove themselves. Someone who Five saw himself in and refused to let become him. Someone who is helped through the speedrun version of what happened to Five and comes out the other side fulfilled, safe and supported not wired up, scared, and paranoid. Morgan’s character is essentially meant to be a mirror to reflect all of what Five has been doing to others back at him. So Morgan becomes Fives equal by literally experiencing a smaller scale version of what Five went through and being allowed to process it all along side Five in real time.

Thank you so much if you’re still here! I appreciate you taking the time to read this. You’re amazing. If you liked this or have thoughts on it, I would love to discuss these things more with you! Message me! I want your feedback! If you hated this don’t message me. I’m terrified of your feedback! I’m so sorry, and if I could erase it from your memory, I would. Please forgive me.

Thank you so much for reading this far if you have!

Have a wonderful day!

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These are other things I think would be great but have no clue where they could go In the timeline or where they’d be appropriate:

A scene where five asks Morgan about how they were enjoying field work and Morgan says to remind them to tell the boss they never want to go into the field EVER again.

A bit with Ash where it’s established that they always pick up ( I cannot emphasize enough that no matter WHAT TIME. THEY ALWAYS PICK UP) and this is mentioned at some point in the story. maybe they get kidnapped by Gene and Jean. (This is if it’s a 10 episode season and there’s time for this)They don’t pick up. And this is something that Five is immediately shaken by.

I didn’t explain how Morgan would track Five in their outline but it would be kind of a gag I think. Morgan pops up in places where Five asks how they found him. Morgan always replies with

“I put a tracker in your ____”

it’s always a different piece of clothing. His socks. His Tie. His jacket. His hat. His Shirt. and the next time five pops up he’s either removed that piece of clothing or replaced it. The reality? It’s in his shoes. The tracker is in his shoes. And when this is finally revealed to Five in the subway he can’t stop laughing. Of course. He only has like three pairs and one pair is exclusively for work of course that where Morgan would have planted trackers. God he’s an idiot. Morgan is very proud of themselves for this.

An interaction as follows when they’re in the subway or maybe when Viktor says Five’s name:

“Max huh?”

“Yes, it’s short for Maximillian and I hate it. Please don’t start.”

Laughing then “Don’t sweat it. I understand. I’m not a huge fan of my name either.”

Five gives them a curious look.

A Sigh “My Full Name is (Morrigan/Asher) Delores Wilcox.”

We get a shot of Five’s whole demeanor shifting, like he’s been punched in the gut. He’s short circuiting. He’s blank. No fucking way. No FUCKING way. No fucking WAY. That is NOT their middle name. (If he had a nickel for every time he’d been stranded somewhere in time for a great many years with only someone named Delores for company, he’d have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s insane it’s happened twice)

Love interest takes this as a sign he hates it too.

“Yeah see?! Even you think it’s awful. God damn it! Please don’t—“

“It’s wonderful.”

“What?”

“I love it. It’s perfect for you.”

“Really? You don’t think it’s too fancy?”

“I think it suits you…”

“Oh, well… thank you.”

There’s silence while they go about doing things. Five breaks it suddenly

“Weird question but… how do you feel about sequins?”

“I love them?”

“I fucking knew it.”

“What?”

[xxjewellynwatts]

— ☆彡 𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬 彡☆—

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟟: 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℰ𝓃𝒹.

a/n: last time i updated this fic was in 2022. alas i do hate unfinished business and if i plan on getting back to writing, i might as well start off with a clean slate. so here’s the end of this fic. sorry if it feels rushed, it’s because it is…

✯༄

While Five handled the task given by the Handler, you stole another female agent’s dress, identity and access cards and keys to move freely. Five hadn’t noticed you’d travelled with them so you took the extra freedom as an opportunity to teach him a lesson on abandoning you.

As you struggled your way around the Commission, fighting off suspicious glances from other workers, Five stole the apocalypse case file from Dot’s desk.

By the time you got to Dot’s desk and saw the case file missing, you understood what Five was up to. But you knew his plan wouldn’t work long before the Handler found out what he was up to.

You thought hard, for a long moment, hidden away in one of the Commission’s rooms. What would be the smartest thing to do right now? What could you do, here, that could impact the others in the best way possible?

You recalled what happened previously. The car ride, the conversation with Five. He’d said you needed to trust him… but did he trust you? Why did he go with the Handler without you? Why would he protect you after learning everything you could do? Did he consider you a liability?

You shook off your doubts. You certainly weren’t of any help by giving into this victim mindset. To hell with Five and to hell with the Commission. You’d show everyone what you could do. And that’s when it hit you.

Hazel and Cha-Cha.

What if you could get rid of them? From here?

A smile tugged at your lips as you ran to the tube room. You were going to order Hazel and Cha-Cha to eliminate each other.

You got in, smiling triumphantly before you realized someone was already there.

“Five” you breathed.

He stared at you in shock. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who got that wonderful idea.

“y/n” he breathed out as well. He stared at your dress for a second longer than needed before realizing what was going on.

“What the hell-“ he started before running to you and shaking your shoulders. “I told you to stay there!” he screamed suddenly.

“Why the hell would you do such a thing?!” you screamed back, tears threatening to fill your eyes.

Not now, you thought to yourself.

“You know all I’m capable of doing and still decided to keep me on the sidelines!” you quickly shouted. “After all that talk about me needing to trust you more!” you mocked but the hurt was evident on your face and in your voice. You didn’t want to seem weak but your words betrayed you before you could stop them.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore” you whispered shakily as you lowered your gaze to the ground.

Five’s features immediately softened. You were right. He had been treating you like you weren’t a part of the plan, like he couldn’t trust you. But it wasn’t because you were a liability. He was… scared. He wanted to…

“I had to protect you” he admitted, voice low.

He moved over to send the order before coming back to you. Slowly, ever so slowly, like he was worried you’d break, he took you in his arms.

He was about to say something but the Handler burst in.

“Get down, now!” screamed Five.

The Handler started shooting.

“Who the hell are you?” she said with a curious smile. “Is that our staff outfit?” she asked.

At that moment, Five couldn’t resist the banter and turned to you as he took his gun.

“Nice dress, by the way” he told you with a smile.

Your eyes widened slightly before you smiled to yourself, heat creeping up your neck.

“Oh, aren’t you two lovely?” said the Handler before starting a gun fight.

You took that opportunity to run hazardously to the door as you had a feeling Five had another trick up his sleeves. He indeed threw a grenade in the room before joining you. He took your hand as you both started running in the Commission. He grabbed a briefcase and threw another grenade to destroy the remaining ones in storage.

“What’s the plan, now?” you asked, trying to ignore the fact he hadn’t let go of your hand ever since you’d started running out the tube room.

“Harold Jenkins” he simply smiled at you, slightly squeezing your hand. He had no intention of letting go.

The minute you got back to the other Hargreeves, you noticed something about Five was off. But you all got caught up in executing his plan. On the way to Leonard’s home, you took Five aside and stared into his eyes.

“Something’s wrong, what is it?” you asked him kindly.

“Nothing, I’m just worried about how everything’s going to unfold” he sighed. But he winced a little, just enough to confirm what you suspected.

“You got hurt” you suddenly patted his arms, chest for any injury. You patted his stomach and Five nearly fell.

You shot him a cold look, angry that he’d lied to you but something in his stomach fluttered hurt and it wasn’t the injury. Heat crept up his neck and cheeks but the pain got stronger and the warmth he’d felt from your touch suddenly vanished.

You helped him as you all made your way to Leonard’s attic, distressed by your discovery until you felt Five’s grip in your hold loosen.

He passed out.

“Five!” you shouted. You hadn’t realized how deep and dangerous the injury was.

Back at the Academy, you sat close to Five as you took his hand.

“Do you all trust me?” you asked Diego and Allison.

They stared at each other. Five’s life was in danger and for whatever reason he seemed to trust you the most. They both nodded.

You put your other free hand over Five’s closed eyes and closed your own. You were now both back inside your mind.

— ☽ —

Five opened his eyes, surrounded by the familiar snow and mountains. The sight was growing on him, though he couldn’t admit it. For a few seconds, he couldn’t remember what had happened before, or the fact he was preventing an apocalypse. All he could think about was how beautiful your mind was. He turned around and saw you, standing on his right, your hand holding his.

He smiled, content, calm for the first time in… a very long time.

“Feeling better?” you asked. Your voice was like music to his ears.

“Absolutely” he breathed, as he scrutinized your face. Now, this, was a sight he wanted to remember forever.

“Am I dreaming?” he asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Not quite. You’re in my mind”

“Then why do I feel so…?” he was about say good but knew he’d have said something else. Like… “in love”.

“I’m healing you. Might make you feel a bit dizzy”.

He suddenly remembered. The tube room, the grenades, your Commission dress, his wound.

He snapped his head towards his stomach and patted himself. Everything was back to normal. And that is when he completely understood.

“So that’s it, huh?” he asked, not letting go of your hand. “You can take people inside your mind, everything that happens here can have consequences outside and you can have all the powers you want here. And they do manifest outside as well?”

He remembered what you’d told him had happened with your mother when you were younger. You were nearly invincible, so long as you’d had an eye contact with your target, you could do whatever you wanted to them. It was, perhaps after all, a good thing Reginald had never found out. He would have made the most terrying weapon out of you.

“Yes” you breathed shakily.

“But it’s also very dangerous for you” he added, admiring your face.

“Yes” you repeated.

“y/n” he then said solemnly as he fully turned towards you. “We will win. We will get through this apocalypse, I’m pretty sure now. Because I know you’ll never abandon us, abandon… me. And I need you to know…”

He stepped closer, took your other hand in his free one, so you were both holding each others’ hands.

“I will never abandon you either. I love you”.

With that, you both woke up in the real outside world, gasping for air. That declaration really had the same effect as falling in a dream and had woken you up from your dream state.

Diego and Allison stared at the both of you.

You turned to Five, and saw you were holding his hand. You suddenly let go as you turned a light pink and so did Five. He was completely healed from his wound. He looked at you, for a long while, and you smiled at each other, coming to a silent agreement that you reciprocated his feelings.

“Me too” you said.

Diego and Allison looked at each other.

You both got up and carried on saving the world, knowing full well you had each other.

— ☽ —

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫