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Y/n stood in front of the mirror as she put on silver rings that went along with her outfit, along with fixing the necklace that she had identical to Mace and the one Eleanor got her in the sixties.
She wore a black tanked type top with dark blue jean shorts and a dark green and white striped flannel to top it off. She paired them with green high tops and white rolled socks that she stole from the previous night with Five.
She hadn't picked out any of her outfits since the time she shared with Eleanor and Elliot, so she felt as if this were a revival moment. She loved her outfit. She felt confident in it, and if anyone else didn't like it—they could kiss her ass.
She finished off by fixing her hair, then she made her way over to the shopping bag where her other clothes resided. She picked out the shades Five placed in the bag for her and laid them on top of her head and hurried back to the bathroom to see herself just once more.
She chuckled as she looked at herself, liking how she looked. Even if others didn't, she felt confident, amazing, even gorgeous—but maybe that was too far, she thought to herself.
She snuck out earlier that day to a nearby store and grabbed a small bit of makeup. She didn't need anything to cover pimples considering since she can't age, she doesn't go through puberty at the moment, then inducing pimples—but she did grab mascara and eyeliner and other things to do a small look.
She did a wing on the end of her eyes, flowing with a small amount of glitter in the corner of her connecting eye to her nose, and added some light highlight to her cheeks so her complexion glowed. Her lips were lightly matted and she finished it off with just regular chapstick, putting the small object in her pocket in case she needed to use it again.
Y/n twisted the rings on her fingers as she positioned them correctly and took one final look at herself before venturing out of the shared room. She made her way toward the elevator to get breakfast when Amanda came into view from the corner of her eye.
"Hey, Y/n. Good morning," she greeted as she pushed a cart with cleaning supplies.
"Morning to you, too." Y/n smiled as she moved toward her. "You guys don't have to wear uniforms while on the job?" Y/n asked as she spectated Amanda's outfit.
"Oh." Amanda looked down at herself and took in her outfit. She wore a white cropped tank top with a beige-type jacket and long blue jeans. On her feet were beat-up black high tops. Almost twinning with Y/n, but the colors were different. "We're supposed to, but I don't really care, so." Y/n nodded. "I mean it's not like they're gonna fire me." She rolled her eyes.
Y/n chuckled. "I see. Well, at least you're working and comfortable. I had to wear a uniform every day because the man I lived with enforced it all the time."
Amanda sucked in air through her teeth. "Sheesh. Couldn't imagine. Well—at least you get to wear whatever you want now, right?"
Y/n looked down at herself. "Oh, yeah. I am so doing that, now. And, thank goodness, too." Y/n turned toward the elevator
"Oh, btw—" Y/n looked back at the girl. "That little child that lives across from you has an attitude. Fix it before I do because he interrupted me while I was cleaning and listening to my music."
Y/n laughed. "Oh, don't worry. I will try." She clicked the button and the elevator sound spread throughout the small area before she stepped in.
"Have a nice breakfast. You look so pretty, by the way. Love the makeup!" Amanda yelled as she stepped in.
"Thank you!" The doors closed and Y/n pressed the button to the floor she wished to go to. She waited a few moments before the doors opened back up and she found herself walking toward the bar.
As she reached it, she saw Diego and Klaus at a table, Five leaning against the bar as he ordered a drink, and a kid picking out food from the multiple silver trays they had out for people to choose from.
Y/n proceeded with going toward the bar and grabbing a/an f/c plate that they surprisingly had. "Huh. That's just luck." She plucked it from the pile and began to fill her plate with some breakfast items along with some fruit.
She headed over to Diego and Klaus and sat her plate down before moving back to the bar to grab some silverware when Klaus moved his hand to grab some of her fruit but was shocked by a/an f/c forcefield that was formed over it.
He jerked his hand back and shook it, yelping a "Christ!" before kissing his own hand. Y/n walked back with a smirk on her face as she returned with a fork and some napkins. "Hate when you do that."
She shrugged. "Old trick. Never fails." She sat down but realized she forgot something else. "Shit. I don't have a drink." She got up again and looked at the two who sat before her food. "Touch my stuff and I kill your firstborns," warned she and the girl turned back around as the two began a conversation, taking peeks at the food she had.
Once she arrived at the bar, Chet noticed her and walked up to the front of the bar. "How may I help you?"
"May I have a/an f/d, please?" Y/n requested as Chet nodded.
"One moment." He turned back around and she stood with her back to the bar for a moment.
"You look pretty," stated Five as he slid over beside her and rested his right arm behind her, but not touching—just resting on the bar. "I like your outfit and the makeup."
Y/n smiled. "Thanks. It's one I took from the mall last night but didn't show you. And, I stole the makeup from the store down the street."
Five nodded as he reached up and moved the shades from on top of her head and onto her face. "See you like the shades."
Y/n removed his hand and placed them back atop her head. "Yeah. Well, I wanted to go outside today and do something while we're here. I don't like being stuck in here."
He shook his head in agreement. "Yeah, I get you."
"Here you are, ma'am," Chet called out as he handed Y/n her drink with a straw in it.
"Thanks." she smiled gratefully and she turned to Five. "Did you get anything?"
He shook his head no and answered as the same little kid headed back over to the bar where the food was, "I was waiting for you to make sure you were actually awake and not dead, but I will now. I'll have a mimosa." Chet gave a slow nod before beginning to prepare his drink.
"Christ. What a dump," she heard the kid mutter under his breath as he picked up his second plate full of food and was about to begin moving back to his booth when he then saw Y/n. "Hey, cutie. Why don't you come and sit down with me?"
Y/n whipped her head towards him. "Learn to have some manners and grow a pair, then I'll talk to you," she spat back and the boy shrugged before going to a booth and sitting down. She scoffed under her breath before bidding Five a farewell and headed back to her seat.
"That little delinquent is your son?" Klaus leaned forward and spoke quietly to Diego.
Y/n sat down in her seat and looked over at the child. "Who's goddamn white baby is that?"
"Allegedly my son," Knife boy confirmed. "And he's not white. He's mixed."
Y/n whipped her head over to him. "With what? Half and half cream and a drop of melanin? He may be your son, but boy, he was kept inside for too long. No offense, though. My bad." She put her head down and began to eat.
Klaus laughs. "That's so funny!"
"Wait, who's . . . who's the mother?" Five walked over with a mimosa and stood to Y/n's right.
"Lila."
All of their eyes widened. "Excuse me?" Klaus let out flabbergasted.
"Hold up—" Y/n set down her fork.
"Whoa, Lila's here?" Five asked quickly.
"Was. She dropped him off in my lap last night then bolted," admitted Diego as he looked at his lap.
"So, you and Lila . . . fondued while we were in the sixties?" Y/n scrunched her eyebrows and she popped a piece of fruit into her mouth.
"Really? "Fondued"?" Five looked at her as he tried to grab a piece of her food, but she smacked his hand away.
"I don't much care for that one," claimed Klaus as he put a vegetable stick into his drink.
"Don't." Diego jumped forward in his seat.
"Technically, she's family," conveyed Five.
"She was trying to murder us, like, yesterday." Klaus thought back as Y/n nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. She mentioned Mace and I threw her ass through a wall," she chuckled as she remembered and placed some food in her mouth and chewed happily.
"Yeah, like I said, "family." Diego, is she coming back?" Five asked as he walked back to grab a chair.
"Well, she goddamn better be because we got more important things to be dealing with right now!" He shouted to his son who gave wide eyes and looked at him like a deer in headlights.
"Calm down. Shh," Klaus hushed him as Five sat down and drank his drink peacefully.
"Where's Luther?" a new voice entered the conversation and they turned their attention to Vanya.
"Who cares? Probably out for . . . a run," Diego answered with a pause in the middle as he noticed Vanya's new look.
"Mmm! Love the haircut," Klaus complimented as he motioned his hands.
"Me, too. You look masculine. It's hot." She sipped her drink as the three gave her wide-eyed looks. "What?" she asked, confused.
Vanya smiled at the critiques from her siblings and blushed a bit as Y/n winked at her. "So I, uh, talked to Marcus last night."
"Wait, what? You talked with the enemy? By yourself?" Diego was baffled.
"Somebody had to do something." She looked around the four of them.
"Who elected you, Vanya?" Diego blurted and Vanya went silent.
Y/n grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. "Didn't know we had to elect someone." She put the napkin to the side and crossed her arms.
"It's, uh, Viktor."
Everyone went silent. "Who's Viktor?" asked Diego, not understanding.
"I am," established he. "It's who I've always been." Everyone stayed silent as Y/n grew a smile. "Uh, is that an issue for anyone?"
Klaus chuckled as he shook his head.
"Nah, I'm good with it." Diego looked back at the table.
"Yeah, me too. Cool." Klaus popped another piece of food into his mouth.
"Good to know Hargreeves adopted seven boys instead of six." Y/n smiled. "Proud of you."
"Truly happy for you, Viktor," spoke Five as he showed a small bit of emotion. "But last time I checked, you don't speak for this family."
Y/n rolled her eyes as she hit him with the back of her hand on the arm. "Look what you've done, Five. You ruined the moment." She continued to eat again.
"Okay, well, it's fine, okay? Marcus totally gets it." Vikor climbed onto another chair. "He doesn't want a war any more than we do."
"What are you talking about? He tried to homicide us!" Diego shouted toward his brother.
"Yeah. He and his family are bad. Please tell me you didn't see or talk to Mace," Y/n worried and he shook his head.
"So did Lila, and you had a kid with her," Klaus blurted out.
"That's not the point!" Diego fought back and Klaus looked toward him.
"Listen! We made a deal. He's gonna give back Five's briefcase, then we're gonna get out of the timeline. We're gonna meet later today for the, uh, the handover." Five smiled as Klaus put his hands together in thanks.
"Oh, thank God!" He praised aloud.
Diego shook his head. "That's a rookie move. The dude is playing you."
"Oh, really?" Viktor tipped his head to Diego.
"Yeah, but maybe we can use this. And we turn it back on them, and then we wipe them the hell out—"
"Diego, stop, please," pleaded Viktor. "And you're not gonna, like, do anything today, okay?"
"Except . . . bond with your spawn," declared Klaus as he put a hand on Diego's shoulder.
"Alleged spawn," stated Diego once more.
"I will get the briefcase, and then we will all go back and fix the timeline." Viktor nodded.
"Hey, we're not going anywhere! This is a perfectly acceptable timeline," interrupted Five.
"Yeah, why don't you tell that to Allison, who's upstairs grieving her daughter, who doesn't even exist here!" Viktor put out a point as Y/n chocked on her f/d.
She put a hand on her mouth as all the attention was put on her. "Oh, my God. She's in the room? I didn't even notice her." She began to chuckle into her hand as Viktor's jaw dropped.
"This is not funny, Y/n!"
"I'm sorry but damn. How and why is she even grieving Claire anyway?" She wiped her mouth.
"She went to California and walked into Claire's room to see a whole different child, then Patrick came in with another woman and—" he was interrupted by Y/n letting a sputter go through her lips but she then slapped her hand over her mouth.
"Y/n!" The four shouted at her.
"What?" she began to wheeze, but then stopped herself the best she could. "All I hear is that Allison went over to Cali to see her daughter, but her daughter went poof be gone, and now no longer exists." She chuckled. "Like she went out of business or something. I'm literally dying on the inside."
Diego looked at her, not finding it as funny as she did. "And how exactly do you find that funny for the matter that you look like you're shitting bricks?"
Y/n broke into more laughs as he said that and ended them off with a big sigh. "I don't know, bro. My mind is just something else. It's sad, yes. But my mind turned it into something else." She shook her head as her shades fell off and onto the floor and she tried getting out of the chair but ended up falling instead.
It wasn't embarrassing; it just jumped her a bit.
She caught herself, and it looked like she got out of the chair normally, but when she returned back up, she just returned to her normal setting and calmed down.
"Okay, I'm fine now. Carry on," she allowed, waving a hand as she grabbed a sip of her drink. Well—what was left of it.
"Not to mention, we've been replaced by a bunch of blobs and cubes and birds and shit!" Diego spoke out.
"News flash, geniuses!" Five flashed a grin. "It's not about us! Take a look around. If you hadn't noticed, there's no doomsday. There's no apocalypse. The sun is shining. Birds are doing whatever the hell birds do—"
"Chirping?" answered Y/n and he pointed a finger toward her.
"Chirping!" he used the word. "Thank you, n/n," he called her and she gave him a dumbstruck look.
"Did he just call her—" Klaus about finished, but Five was talking too fast and too loud for anyone to answer.
"That's all that matters. We're done messing with time. And I'm officially retired." He picked up his mimosa and placed a kiss on top of Y/n's head before making his to the bar to grab food.
As he passed near Klaus, the man sniffed the air and gave a shocked look. "Is your partner wearing aftershave?"
Y/n gave a mimicking look back. "He has shit to shave?"
The man gave her another troubled look. "I'm concerned."
She looked behind herself to the boy who just walked passed her and hummed before shrugging and getting out of her seat to go near him. "So . . . your plan of "retirement" starts now?"
He nodded. "Yep. I am officially a free man. I have a new open road ahead of me that I would like to spend doing as much as I can. I finally feel like I can breathe without having something crawling down my back, ya know?" Y/n nodded as the boy.
As Five kept talking, a weird disturbance moved through the hotel causing lights to flicker and people to shout. As that happened, Y/n felt a strange surge move through her and it made her look around, but only to detect nothing. Her eyes peered about and her skin crawled as she swore she felt something force through her but believed it was just her being paranoid.
"Y/n—" Five pulled her out of her thoughts. The girl turned back her head to the boy. "You okay? Lost you for a moment."
She cleared her throat. "Yeah, just . . . thought I felt something pass through me." She shook her head and turned back to Five. "Anyways—your plan sounds good."
"Hey." Klaus came up to the two. "What do you say we get outta here, huh? Take a little . . . road trip."
"What are you talking about?" asked Five as he took the top of a food container into his hand and placed it to the side, now grabbing hold of the spoon and giving him a skeptical. By this time, Y/n headed back to the front of the bar to get another drink.
"I'm talking about a sojourn to the countryside. You and me, the wind in our hair. Thelma and Louise on the open road," added Klaus for reference.
"You know they die in the end, right?" Five told as he moved down the row of food.
"Holding hands," Klaus clasped his hands together. "—living our best life, my little cherub!" He then began to whisper to his brother, "Listen to me. I nearly died from Luther's sleep farts last night. We need to get out of here, get some fresh air!"
Five finally gave in and turned around to the lanky man. "Okay, I'll bite. Why me, Klaus?"
"Because you said—you said you're retired, and that's what retired people do. And don't you deserve some fun?" Klaus challenged as Five moved to the bar counter and looked at the fish tank.
"There's no lobsters," he noticed the now empty tank that use to hold the oceanic creatures.
"Excuse me?" Klaus pardoned as he looked to the tank.
"There were three lobsters in that tank a minute ago," asserted Five.
"Yeah, well, you know, maybe Chet blended 'em into a morning smoothie." Klaus put the comment away. "Back to what I was saying, come on! It'll be fun. You can even bring Y/n if you want." He nudged his shoulder as Five looked back over to the girl who grabbed another f/d from Chet, then looked his way and smiled before placing her mouth on the straw and drinking some.
"Hmm . . . " Five stalled.
"She looks beautiful, by the way. Don't you think?" Klaus asks softly in Five's ear as the boy began to move around in his stance. "I mean, the way her body fits so nicely in her shorts and the way her eyes look around the place softly, and how her hand clasps her cup as if it were a prized possession of some sort. How her lips move around the straw and suck on the drink slowly as if she were savoring ever last drop."
Five shifted in his position. Moving his legs around, trying to keep himself calm as he slowed his breathing down.
What the hell was Klaus doing to him?
Reworded: What was Y/n doing to him?
"Maybe you should imagine how she would look if she we sucking on something else—"
"Stop it!" Five hissed as he bumped fruit off his plate and onto the ground and something else came into his mind. "You're an idiot, but I'm in if it gets you to stop talking like that."
"Whoo!" cheered Klaus. "And Y/n . . . ?"
Five looked over to his companion. "Hey, n/n—"
She turned her head over and brought the straw away from her mouth. She rubbed her lips together before answering, "Yeah."
"You want to go on a little road trip with Klaus and I?"
She thought for a second before nodding. "Sure, why not."
"Yay!" Klaus clapped his hand.
"Lastly," Five put his plate down and grabbed Klaus' shoulders. "—where in the world did you learn how to talk like that?"
Klaus smiled and gasped. "Why? Do you want me to teach it to you so you can use it on f/c over there?"
"No, you imbecile. I want to make sure you don't start a fan club that terrorizes me by sending me letters like that every Saturday while I'm trying to live my new life. Now, answer the question." Five gave a cold look, but with a menacing grin.
"It's called smut. You should read it sometime. Ask Y/n, I know she knows what it is since she showed me what it is." Klaus patted his shoulder. "I bet she's good with her fingers and hands with the way she uses her powers."
Five crushed his eyebrows together as he turned and took slow strides toward Y/n, desperate to get an explanation. "Hey, n/n."
"Yes, Five." She set the straw in her mouth.
"What's smut?" She nearly spat out her drink in front of her but covered her mouth with her hand to avoid it going anywhere. As Five continued talking, she swallowed harshly and wiped her mouth, "Klaus said you showed it to him, and he said this weird smooth talk thingy to me and—Are you okay?" Five noticed her state.
"Fine." She placed her drink behind her and initiated to approach the man. "Klaus!"
Klaus heard the shout and jerked a few feet in the air seeing the h/c haired girl moving toward him. "Okay, okay, what now?"
"Why did you tell him what smut was? He's just an innocent, little kid." She turned to Five who was now at her side.
"I didn't tell him what it was," he defended himself. "I just gave him a little taste, told him you showed me what it was, but didn't really show him or give him any proof. He can learn what it is later when I get some and show him."
Five rolled his eyes. "One, you're not showing me what it is. And two, I'm not innocent."
Klaus moved away from the bar and away to the lobby as Five and Y/n followed. "Alright, happy campers. Come on. We'll get a few road sodas for the journey. Sometimes, you gotta clear the head out."
"Guys, wait. Where are you going?" Viktor spoke from the middle of the lobby, but no one heard or listened to him.
"Get the rats out of the maze, you know?" added Klaus.
"Come on," Five rushed the man as they headed up the stairs and to the elevators.
"You know, this could be very refreshing for all of us. I, Klaus, who is trying to get over a very depressing loss. You," he pointed to Five. "who is going into retirement." The elevator dinged and the three got in. "And Y/n who is trying to get her brother back, but he's possessed by a horrible being. I mean, we are an unstoppable crew!"
Five and Y/n looked at Klaus confused. "Sure," answered Five as he pressed the floor they were all staying on.
"We're like the Avengers. Or X-Men. One of the two. Maybe even D.C." He snapped his fingers.
"I don't think they're all unstoppable, Klaus," said Five. "It's quite hard to be unbeatable."
"Mmm, yeah. Well, at least most of them . . . are hot." Klaus nodded.
"True, true," agreed Y/n as Five whipped his head to her.
"Really? I'm standing right here!" He motioned to himself.
"Sorry! But, have you seen Marvel, X-Men, or D.C women. Whoo! They are so gorgeous. I wished I looked like them. I mean, if I looked like (a superhero actress/actresses that you look up to, want to look like, or has your s/c or ethnicity), my life would be complete," she admitted.
The two looked at her quite melancholy as she thought so low of herself. "Don't compare yourself to them. You're a real-life superhero, and I can guarantee that they all wish they were you." The elevator dinged as it reached the respected floor and the three got out as Five finished his sentence.
"Yeah. And you're just as stunning as them," declared Klaus as Five grabbed her hand a shook it, saying he agreed.
"You two stay here while I grab something then we can go." Five entered the room and quickly rummaged through a few clothes before grabbing a large piece of paper and a pen. "Okay, let's go." He whisked past Klaus and grabbed Y/n's hand and pulled her down the hallway, almost running but at a respected pace.
"Hey!" Klaus hurried up his pace. "Slow down, Romeo, we haven't left the hotel yet." He pressed the elevator button and stood back.
"Have fun wherever you're going!" They heard Amanda shout from the opposite side of the hallway.
"Thanks, cutie. Hey, I love your outfit." Klaus complimented as the elevator opened and Five dragged Y/n in.
"Oh, thanks, love. Second one today!" She smiled and sent a heart his way, referring to the compliment.
"Oh, no problem. Now tell me, where'd you get the top because—Hey!" Klaus yelled when Five grabbed his arm and yanked him into the elevator.
From the other side of the hallway, Amanda could hear Five cry, "No time for chit-chat," as Klaus complained about grabbing him.
Amanda chuckled as she moved down the hallway. "Weird family, but funny. Yeah, I can work with that. I've seen worse," she said to herself as she slid her headphone over her ears. "I've seen worse."
An image of the old couple she found naked in bed without any covers or blankets on flashed into her mind and she jumped a bit.
"Yuck! Jesus! I need to wash my eyes out with bleach. Maybe even my whole mind."
She shook her head as she turned up the volume on her cassette and Lookalike by Conan Gray played softly into her ears and she began to dance calmly as she turned the hallway.