Promise [Number 5 X Reader]

- Slight Differences -

"'Dying' . . . to have you?" Five asked with a scoff, rising from his seat beside you to more closely confront Diego. "You, who's the loosest cannon on this entire team?"

"I thought that was me," Klaus mumbled to you as the two males began bickering over who was really the head-honcho on the inner working of the Commission.

You pat his shoulder, "No, Sweetie, you're the one who's always on Cloud Nine - now, be it because you're high, or too far deep into an existential crisis, that flips around every-so-often."

"Aw, after all this time, you still get me!" he cooed, hugging you around your shoulders from beside you, satisfied to sit back and watch the entertainment of Five and Diego snarling at each other.

"I passed orientation and everything!" Diego shouted, you both deciding to tune in after Diego said something about a "machine" and "bitches?" Maybe he only said one of them, but either way, Diego had managed to single-handedly piss off three-sevenths of the room's occupants - though, to be fair, the number is usually much higher.

"We genuinely don't have any time to waste on this shit!" Luther reasoned sternly, "If we're sitting here like ducks we're gonna end up getting caught!"

"Alright, calm down, Space Monkey," Five remarked, his exasperation blatant.

"It's - ! Ugh, it doesn't matter, we have to go, like now!" Luther motioned towards the door.

Diego countered, "No, we should shelter in - "

"I have to go."

You all turned in time to see Vanya stepping down onto the landing. With all of the . . . excitement, you hadn't even noticed her leave the room. Allison was the first of you to reply, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm leaving for Sissy's place. Her son, Harlan . . . he's in trouble, and I think it's because of me," she explained, her voice trembling with every few words.

"Vanya, this is not the time!" Luther stressed, "We have everyone after us right now. We have to stay together now!"

"I know, but you don't understand, he . . . I somehow managed to give him life after he'd drowned. Now . . . it's like we have this . . . connection."

"Meaning what, exactly?" Diego inquired.

"I can't even begin to explain it . . . But I know he's in trouble and . . . and I need your help . . . all of you," she pleaded, eyes wide and desperate for comfort. "I'm terrified, and for once, I really really don't wanna be alone for this . . . Please."

A heavy, silent moment passed, and you opened your mouth to reply, just slow enough for Diego to approach her and say, "Vanya . . . I'm really sorry, but we have bigger problems to deal with right now."

You looked around, your other comrades simply lowering their gazes upon meeting Vanya's soulful eyes. "Guys, are you serious?" you inquired. "You just - "

"(Y/n)." A gentle hand came down on your shoulder, and you turned back to face the small woman. "It's fine . . . I'll just see you . . . whenever, I guess." Before you could protest, she had already left the room.

With trembling fists, you whirled around on the people in front of you. "You just talked about how we needed to 'stay together' and all that bullshit only to let Vanya go alone?"

"Vanya can take care of herself," Diego countered.

"Says the person who was just bitching about Vanya causing another doomsday." A thought occurred to you, Nothing gets these bastards going like the thought of another doomsday . . . "Maybe we should stop isolating the 'fuse,' and start guarding her from any stray sparks. We don't know what could happen at that farm, and I'm not waiting around to find out if we screwed up again."