Promise [Number 5 X Reader]

- Siblings (Not Really) -

"(Y/n), now is not the time," the tall woman quickly mumbled.

"Let's be real, when has it been the right time for anything?" you answered curtly. "I thought we moved on past pointless squabbles like this." As you crossed the hall to stand between the two women, Allison scrutinized you with an expression of exasperation.

"How can you still treat her like that?" Allison asked. "After she told the world everything? Even everything about you?"

You softened your tone, trying to reason with the tall individual before you. "It's not like any of us were saints, Allison - myself included." Letting out a sigh, you shook your head, "Don't you think it's better she wrote that stuff instead of a tabloid who would've blown everything as high as Klaus after his payday?"

"It would've been better had she not written anything at all!" Allison snapped, spinning on her heel and stalking away from the both of you. Swallowing your own pride, you decided against bringing up the woman's self-fabricated dumpster fire of a life.

"You didn't have to do that, y'know," Vanya said. "I don't want to be the reason you two don't get along."

"Believe me . . . You aren't." Chuckling to yourself, you continued, "Remember when we were kids? Luther and I would go at it like cats and dogs, and - "

"And Allison would back him up, because it was Luther," Vanya replied. "And Diego would back you up because . . . well, because it was Luther," she snickered.

"And you would watch with the other three like it was tennis match until Hargreeves came to scold us." The both of you burst out laughing, the fond memories creating smiles on your faces.

XxX

After the fiasco in Gimble's and you both ran into Luther and Allison, Five pulled you into his room. "Sit," he said, nodding towards the bed. Before he fully closed the door, the small furry form of a ferret zipped into the room, leaping onto the bed. You did as Five asked, just as he started taking off his blazer. Your brow quirked in confusion when he peeled of his vest and button-up, stopping at the tank top he wore underneath it all.

You immediately understood upon noticing the wound he had received from a grazing bullet looked pretty nasty as he grabbed a needle and some medical thread from a med kit. "Let me grab that," you said, snatching the materials from his tanned hands before he could even think of objecting.

You took the supplies from him and ushered him towards the bed. He twitched when you grabbed his arm and grunted when you had cleaned it with rubbing alcohol. As you stitched him up, you only elicited quiet grunts from him, a few hisses here and there.

"I think now would be a good time for you to give me that explanation."

He looked over at you as you finished up. "Only if you give me yours as well."

You replied, "Deal." Dzie curled into your lap. "First off, tell me why everywhere you go, there always seems to be someone shooting at you?"

"I'm trying to stop the apocalypse." His answer was simple, plain, and he said it as if it were some minor chore he had been tasked with.

"So what, those people are some sort of time police?"

He shrugged. "Something like that." You finished stitching up his wound, and he moved to a wall and he began scribbling something with a stick of chalk.