Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 18

"We're just worried about you, Y/N. You always shut us off when you're in danger." Allison confessed.

Y/N's annoyance melted down as she sighed, "You don't need to worry. I just dozed off a little bit, so what? I'm still alive. Be worried when I've lost my mind. Now we need to find this dude that is responsible for the apocalypse before our remaining days run out."

Eventually, they all let go of the subject and went back to discussing about the apocalypse.

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"This guy might have info–"

"I'm sorry. Am I the only one skeptical here?" Allison interrupted Y/N in the middle of her suggestion, "I mean, how exactly do you know all if this about what's his name?"

As she chimed in, Five grimaced in pain. He looked at his lower abdomen to see a patch of blood starting to seep through his vest. Y/N noticed him hiding it, although she didn't interfere any longer.

"Harold Jenkins." He remarked, "You know those lunatics with masks who attacked the house?"

"Oh, yeah, I think I remember those guys." Klaus recalled.

"Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk." Diego exclaimed sarcastically. Y/N gave him a look, "Yeah, them. The idiots who can't stop shooting up everything."

"They were sent by the Temps Commission to apparently go after Y/N and stop me from coming back and  preventing the end of life on Earth." explained.

"The Temps what?" Allison questioned, folding her arms. The H/C haired girl exclaimed a sigh, Must we repeat everything?

"Our former employer." Five elaborated, referring to him and Y/N, "They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever's supposed to happen... happens." They all looked at the two of them with a frown of confusion. All of them, except for Klaus who seemed to look tired and under the weather.

Five continued, "They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days. So I went to Commission headquarters with Y/N and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics."

"“Protect Harold Jenkins.”" Y/N stated.

"So he must be responsible for the apocalypse." The boy concluded.

The three of their siblings, Luther, Diego, and Allison, stayed quiet, processing what Five had just explained. But nothing seemed to click a they started overlapping and bombarding questions and statements.

"What do you mean protect time and space?"

"Where is Hazel, Five?"

"My skin is on fire."

All Y/N could do is rub her temples in frustration. What part of the explanation did they not understand?

Until she saw Five being in pain again as if something was plunged in to him. Five saw the patch of blood getting bigger, the only thing he could do for it to be unnoticeable was to cover it with his blazer. Although it did cover it up, Y/N can still tell he was struggling to keep it to himself that he was hurt.

"Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?" Y/N scoffed at Allison for her uncertainty to what was happening.

"You know what else is insane?" Five argued, "Y/N and I looked like 13-year-olds." He pointed at him and Number Eight, "Klaus talks to the dead, and Luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat."

The looked on Luther's face made the girl want to snicker. She would, but it was a serious argument.

Five continued, "Everything about us is insane. It always has been."