After years of being missing, Number Five suddenly appears at Sir Reginald Hargreeve's funeral. When he comes out of the portal, someone else does too claiming to be Number 8. Locked away many years ago and rumored to be forgotten by Number 3, nowad...
𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 back of the car, Five's head in my lap. I stroke his hair as he laid unconscious. A tear runs down my face, landing on his cheek. I wipe it away.
The car races down the streets ungently trying to get to the Academy. Diego parks the car, quickly getting out of the car. Allison follows. I gently lift Five's head off my lap, then putting it back on the seat. I slip out of the car and raise my hand so he floats.
I quickly float him out of the car and inside the Academy.
"Mom!" I yell as I run inside, Five behind me.
"Yes, dear?" I hear her call out.
"Mom, Five! He's-he's hurt!" I say, looking around for her.
She rushes out from the kitchen.
"Oh my. Up to his room, quickly," she says.
I run up the stairs as quickly as I can, my hand still raised. I go into Five's room and gently lay him on his bed. Mom follows in with some medical supplies, sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Y/N...you should go change."
I hear Allison's voice behind me, but I don't look at her. I keep my eyes on Five.
"I'm fine." I dully say.
"You are covered in blood. We'll stay here until you get back, alright?"
I turn to meet Allison's eye, then sigh.
I walk out of the room and down the hall into mine. I strip off the dirty uniform, putting it in a pile in the corner leaving me in my bra and underwear.
I open my closet and pick out a new uniform, the blazer smelling like laundry detergent.
I get dressed, then go back into Five's room. Mom had left, Allison and Diego talking to each other.
"What are you guys talking about?" I ask, pushing past them.
"We are going to go try and find Vanya," Diego said, walking towards the stairs.
"I'm sorry Y/N. We can't Vanya be alone with this psycho. I'll give you a call if anything happens." Allison puts her hand on my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic smile.
"I get it. I'm going to stay here. Make sure Five is ok." I tell her. She nods, her hand falling off me.
She goes to follow Diego before stopping at the stairs.
"Y'know, Y/N, I really am sorry." She says, turning back at me.
"I know...it just has to take time," I say to her.
She gives me one last small smile before turning and going down the stairs.
I go into Five's room, sitting down on the side of the bed with him. My hand reaches for his face, putting a piece of hair out of his face. He looked so peaceful.
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