The Sapphire~~~Five Hargreeves X Reader

We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

I stood in front of the door to my childhood home. For the past two minuets I have debated whether to knock, or just walk right in. I used my telepathy to see if I could hear any thoughts.

'This is our fathers funeral, Diego should show at least a speck of respect for him.' I heard. That must be Allison. Alright, here goes nothing. I grabbed the door handle and opened the door to reveal the front staircase and table. I slowly walk in getting flashbacks little by little. I turned to my right to see his painting. I walked towards it, all my memories of him flooding back to the front of my brain. I slowly smiled, remembering how well the painting captured his beautiful features. Thats when I remembered he's gone and my smile faded to a frown, while I felt tears come to my eyes.

"Esme?"

I quickly wiped my tears and turned to see my favorite sister.

"Hey, Vanya. Long time no see." I chuckled while moving to give her a hug. She hesitated to hug back but did eventually. As we pulled away she inspected my small frame.

"You haven't aged a day, I guess dad was right about the accidents affects on you." Vanya pointed out.

"Yup, I've been thirteen ever since..." I trailed off knowing she knew what I was talking about. "I read your book by the way."

"Are you mad like everyone else?" She asked me.

"No of course not. If you hadn't done it I probably would've. People needed to know what was going on, even if no one cares." I said. She smiled and walked off. I went to the book shelf to see if I could find anything good. As I scanned the books I came across Vanya's, I picked it up to examine it. It looked like it had never been opened passed the very first page were Vanya wrote Dad, I figured, why not? -V

"Welcome back Miss. Esmerelda." I heard Pogo's wise old voice. I tuned to look at him.

"How many times have I corrected you to call me Esme? I hate Esmerelda." I told him.

"150 I believe." He said simply.

"Well, make it 151." I replied. "Do you know if he actually read her book?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"I figured." I said as I put it back. Out of habit I looked back at the painting.

"Did Dad have you keep track of how long Five's been gone?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Yes, he's been gone for sixteen years-" Pogo started before I cut him off already knowing the answer.

"-four months and fourteen days. I remember I used to leave the lights on for him every night, I was so scared he would not be able to find us if it was dark and leave again. Leave me again." I looked down at my feet but continued. "I also used to make us each peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches, we had this rule that if one of us made one then we automatically had to make the other a sandwich. We came up with that when we were six because when he wasn't looking, I used to steal them through one of my portals."

"Oh I remember your snacks, I'm pretty sure I stepped on half of your peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches." We both sighed. "Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere. He never lost hope."

"Neither have I, but look where that got him." Pogo squeezed my shoulder and left. I decided to see the old mans office, since he's dead we can now go in there and I doubt Pogo will stop us. I walked into the office to see Klaus and Allison already there.

"Oh my God! It's our little Esie!" Klaus said, he was standing in front of Allison with open arms.

"Klaus how ya been?" I asked pulling him into a hug.