Title: I Think We're Alone Now
Chapter One: The Last Woman on Earth
Disclaimer: I don't even own a car, furthermore, the Umbrella Academy
The fainted sounds of her siblings begging her to stop were the last thing Vanya heard before she got consumed by her internal darkness and let the white violin destroyed the world. As she completely lost herself in the power knowing there would be no way out, she spared a thought at Ben, her brother who died too young wondering if he as well felt almost relieved after the agony ended and the darkness came over him like a warm blanket finally allowing him to rest. Later when she remembered the memory she realized his screams were too violent to even hope he had a peaceful death.
One second the world was coming to an end, and the next she was woken up on the ground with ash, fire, dust and destruction all around her.
Her head felt like she was run over, and she could taste the blood in her mouth. She barely managed to stand up looking around confused before she remembered she was the one who caused this. Was this really what she wanted? The end of everyone and everything?
The voices of the white violin, who used to be so loud cheering at her as she was slipping away, were suddenly quiet. She looked down at her dirty hands covered in dust and her own blood realizing, her father was wrong about one thing. Her powers weren't limitless after all. And once they were gone all that was left was pain, sorrow, and guilt.
She didn't know how long or where she headed from there. With her head still hurting it felt like she was walking inside a dream, everything was sort of blurry and unfocused.
Vanya should have known her steps would have led her back to the destroyed Academy. If she could still hear the white violin, she would surely mock the place.
Look at what is left of the great Umbrella Academy?
But Vanya felt no such urge. All she felt was sadness and shame looking at her home. Was it really all bad? Did she not have some sparks of happiness there? She did, but only a few and far between each other, not enough to make up for what happened.
When she heard something move and saw a boy walking from the destroyed in half door, she froze in place now completely unsure if it wasn't all a dream after all.
The boy with raven hair looked around confused and in despair before he must have sensed her gaze on him and turn his head toward her direction.
She felt as if all the air was knocked out of her lungs as she realized who he was.
Number Five
Oh, how long it had been since she last saw him, and he appeared to her now looking the same as the day he run away. Perhaps, death wasn't so bad after all.
However, the moment, he must have snapped out of his own shock, he started to run to her and the small on her face faded as the horror of what she did creeped into her mind and soul.
Five, I killed the world.
She blacked out right after that thought to the oblivious of what was left of the world.
When she woke up again, she was pressed against a dusty looking torn in half couch with her white jacket was over her shoulders. Five was sitting at the edge of couch looking at her.
'Miss, how do you feel?' he asked her immediately and suddenly the ache of the head was nothing compare to the ache of the heart she felt in that moment.
Of course, he didn't recognize her. How could he? He was thirteen and she was thirty. She looked nothing like she did when he spared that final look her way he before rushed out of the door, the house, their family, her life. Yet, he looked the same.
'Miss? Can you tell me what happened?' he asked trying to sound polite but failing as his patience was running out on him. He was always like this. Even as a child, he could act all polish and above it all, but Vanya could sense how easily he was triggered at times. He was more emotional than he liked to admit and tempted to let lose whenever someone was being an idiot.
She looked away from him and tried to stand up realizing it was a mistake as he grabbed her elbow to hold her close and from falling to her knees. Her eyes landed on his hand in confusion. His hand was still so small. He was a child. He was still Five. Number Five who left perhaps just a day ago or the same day not knowing what occur in the 17 years of his absence. Not knowing that she got consumed by the white violin and destroyed the world, killing their siblings in the process.
She had questions of her own. Questions like why did you have to leave? Was this where you go? Did you get stuck here? Did you look back as you run or just went forward without a second thought, like you always did?
Can you forgive me?
She shook her head at him her words dying slowly inside her mouth.
He tried again, asking if her head hurt, and that she might have a concussion if she felt confused, but Vanya didn't answer.
She just kept on shaking her head as tears started to fall down her face. She didn't even care if she was making him uncomfortable as he was a kid and didn't know how to handle such emotions from a stranger woman, she just wanted to cry it all out.
It took months, but Five slowly stopped asking questions. At least the kind he wanted an actual answer to. He started to ask hypothetical ones which were somehow connected to his time travelling theories and ideas of how to get back.
They slowly build up somewhat of a camp and started to scavenge around letting go of almost all their humanity and morals little by little.
It was easier for Five, than Vanya at times as she lived in the society for more years than him.
She hadn't said anything to him since they found each other, and Five sort of got used to it, filling the absence of her voice with his own. She didn't mind one bit. When they were kids it was often like this as well. He would lead endless monologues about his theories and ideas and Vanya would patiently listen to him offering comfort and companionship. They only things she ever wished to receive as a child as well, but rarely did, until she didn't at all.
They were starting to get familiar with one another to the point of memorizing each step or gesture they made. Five was the only one who spoke, but he got pretty good and recognizing each of her frowns grimaces and small smiles knowing almost instantly what she meant by it as if she said it. It felt painfully like old times, and yet nothing like them at all. In a world which Vanya let the white violin destroyed, she enjoyed it nevertheless.
About six months later, according to Five, he offered her an open can of corn one evening.
She took nodding at him at silent thanks which he then replied to, 'You're welcome, Ariel.'
The name caused her to blink confused at him. He obviously noticed but only gave away a small smirk, the kind which used to make her stomach get tied in a tight knot of anticipation of what bold and completely wonderful move he would do next.
He didn't offer an explanation to the name, but since then he started to call her that more and more. It was probably a week later when she was trying to untangle her hair with her fingers she remembered a particular scene from a popular Disney movie they once watched in secret when they were about nine-ish. The little mermaid, who gave up her voice for legs to be with the prince. She couldn't help, but appreciate the irony with a small stab in her heart.
Still, she grew to like the name at times when they were sitting in front of the fire, and Five was talking about his childhood adventures with his siblings Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Ben and Vanya, it almost felt like she was Ariel, the woman without a voice with Number Five, a member of the great Umbrella Academy trying to survive the hostile world they found themselves to be in. Listening about Vanya from Five's perspective truly felt as if she was hearing about another person. When he spoke about her his voice always grew a bit tender than it usually did, and it made her smile a bit.
'I know it's silly, Ariel,' he spoke as the fire was slowly slowing down, 'but I still have hope she and Ben are somewhere out there.'
She reached out and put her hand against his chest and then her own nodding as if telling him, she had hope as well. The smile he gave her was enough to make it all seem like a bad dream, and she really was just Ariel.
Based on that it was like she split into three different people. Vanya the little girl from Five's stories who was so sweet and carrying and lonely. The white violin, who destroyed the world turning it into ruins and ash. And Ariel, the woman without a voice who tried to survive with Five in the destroyed world. She was grateful to be someone else.
It had taken her almost a year, but after a rather harsh night where her dreams were filled with monstrous boyfriends and siblings with dead eyes, she for the first time felt a familiar sensation of her powers stroking the back of her mind. It was so faint she almost missed it completely until Five didn't take her hand and pulled her up from the ground pointing at the sky and raising his head looking happier than she ever saw him, now or when they were kids, 'Look, Ariel, it's raining.'
She got so consumed by the nightmare, the small spark of her powers, that she fail to notice the rain drops which were running down her face and body. It was raining for the first time since the apocalypse.
She had no doubt, it was her doing and started to shake the raining growing a bit more intense.
Five laughed in delight squeezing her hand and opening his mouth to taste the bliss of water inside his always dried mouth.
Vanya knowing she couldn't really be Ariel no matter how much she wanted to closed her eyes and tried to control the rain to continue falling gathering as many gloomy thoughts as she could for Five's sake and the smile on his face.
At some point she wasn't sure if the water on her face, were raindrops anymore.
A little after that, when she thought Five was looking for anything useful at the other side of the city. She dared herself to return to the place of her worst crime against humanity. Cowardly, she wouldn't go with Five when he told her he found his siblings and went to bury them. Now it just looked like any other ruined building.
She walked there slowly. Even when she was disoriented from the hit to the face and using her powers to the point of exhaustion, she still remembered exactly where she left it.
It was covered under some ruins looking as unharmed as Vanya herself. The instrument of her destruction. Her atomic bomb.
She grabbed her violin. It used to be a lovely wooden brown colour, but now it was all white. It was madding.
Vanya felt rage shake within her at the instrument. She loved it. She loved the violin since she was a child knowing it was the only thing she ever got from her father, the only thing she ever received. She practiced every day, several hours a day until her fingers were sore and bleeding, but she loved every second of it because it was something hers. Something which gave her meaning and compassion in her loneliest times. Something which made her feel at least sometimes sparks of joy. She used to be in love with her violin, which used to bring her salvation from the loneliness and sadness. But in the end it brought her nothing but guilt, shame and pain.
Vanya grabbed it and smashed it against the ground creating the most to God awful sound the little strings could produce. She didn't stop though. She smashed it again and again and kicked and punched until the violin wasn't completely broken and unusable.
Only as the sound of the butchered violin finally faded and there was nothing but the silence of the world she killed left did Vanya let the tears of frustration out.
She fell to her knees and cried for what felt like hours screaming her lungs out in the process. In that moment, she wished more than anything that she had died with her siblings and the rest of the world.
It felt like a whole day went by until she finally stood up and returned to the camp. Five was there waiting for her patiently with some food and new things he managed to gather.
He asked where she was. She partly expected him to demand to know why hadn't she brought anything back with her, but one look at her face shut him up offering her some food and water before he filled the silence with what he found and saw that day, giving her time to compose herself. It was far more generosity than she deserved, but she took it.
Afterwards she washed and cleaned the camp a bit around. When he went to help her, she stopped him trying to gesture him that he found the things so she would do this.
More months went by, and Five grew taller than her slowly turning into a man, that she didn't get to witness growing up herself. If she would want to hug him, she would only barely reach the top of his shoulder now. Of course, she wouldn't hug him because they were never taught such affection when they were kids, and Five was always the most reserved one of them all. She was also afraid to touch him too often, as she was worried she would start crying and admit that as much as she wished to be Ariel, she was someone else entirely.
Her powers were coming back to her little by little. She could make it rain filling their buckets with water and making the earth not be so dry. She could also create breezes warm and nice or cold and wild. She knew she was pushing her luck as Five was getting suspicious about why was the wind suddenly warm on cold days, and why nice and fresh on very hot days. Still, he looked pleased by anything which made their survival in the world more bearable. And it was the fact that it was becoming bearable and that Five was there and that everything for the first time was starting to make her feel almost...truly and honestly happy, that she started to slip up in the worst way imaginable.
It was the evening in the summer about four years after the apocalypse, after the white violin destroyed the world.
They were sitting by the fire, Five was talking and they drank a bit from the bottle of wine, which he found in the old vine cellar that survived the impact of her powers. The wine was bitter, but it served as something to numb the guilt, and pain for the both of them so they drank enjoying themselves and the sour taste in their mouths.
Ariel was looking at the stars, the painful reminder that the moon wasn't there anymore was also numbed by the alcohol, when Five suddenly sighed.
She turned her head toward him as he said, 'I miss music. My siblings and I used to listen to these old records of my brother's and dance around the house when our father was away. I hated the song I think we're alone now, but we were all so happy. And it felt so good. I would give anything to hear it now,' he was rambling a bit from the wine.
I think we're alone now
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
It was the first time he drank after all.
The beating of our heart is the only sound
They never had enough food and since she hadn't drank any alcohol in four years, it must have gotten to her head quicker and more than she thought because the next things she knew was that she started to hum the melody of the song.
Look at the way we gotta hide what we're doin'
She sensed Five jerking for a moment probably startled that for the first time he heard someone else making a sound and not him before he looked at her.
'Cause what would they say
When he stood up grabbing her and pulling her toward his chest almost crashing her toward him, she half expected him to call out on her bluff.
Running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another hands
She expected him to say he knew she was Vanya and the white violin, and the monster who killed their siblings and did this to him, damned him for life in this terrible place.
Trying to get away into the night
Instead, however, Five's green eyes shined with emotions as he said, 'Ariel, dance with me.'
And then you put your arms around me
She swallowed caught off guard by the intensity of the moment before she put her hands on his shoulders humming the song over and over again as they swung around to the sound both probably thinking about the times they would dance only wilder than this with their siblings.
And we tumble to the ground and then you say
Although her whole body shook, she forced her eyes to stay on his trusting him that even as his eyes never left hers, he could lead the dance without stepping on her feet or making them knock something over.
I think we're alone now
Ariel would like to think it was the only time she slipped up with the humming and dancing with him so close, but it was just the first. A few moments of happiness and satisfaction causing endless nights of pain, that was what the slipped up brought. After that it suddenly became painfully clear and obvious that they were two people stuck in the world with no other people, or morals, or society.
A woman and a now a man who secretly and sometimes not so secretly lingered with each others' glazes, or necessary touches or close proximity. It was clear there was tension which could be cut with a knife around them now. Both holding their breaths to see what would happen next and who would be the first to budge.
Before this, before she was Ariel, she was Vanya, and Vanya used to crave human touch and closeness having been without it for so long, but she was used to it. Yet, now she was Ariel, who knew what it was like when his hand brushed her back asking if her back hurt from the bad form she slept with. She knew what if felt like when they sometimes drank and he wanted to dance with her again pulling her tiny waists toward him and pressing his chin against the top of her head. She knew what it was like when he got sick and let him sleep for three days with his head in her lap as she was terrified he would die if she let go of him. She knew his touch, and she was afraid of losing it because of something, which she didn't dare her mind to wander to, was happening.
Soon after that, Five started to disappear on her. At first it was subtle as if he went to do something, or look for something. They were strangers even if they were the only survivors. It was natural that at times they needed a moments alone without one another. It was the reason why it took Ariel so long to realize it. It wasn't until she noticed three little dandelions growing out of the smallest yet greenest piece of ground.
The earth was coming alive again.
She felt so shocked and thrilled, she ran to the direction she saw Five head earlier. She couldn't find him and after a while she slowed her pace wondering if maybe he just went back to the camp already, and she missed him. It wasn't until she heard it.
It was a fainted sound, but it was a groan, nevertheless.
She stopped and turned to the direction of it. She saw him with his back against the ruins. If he would open his eyes, he would immediately spot her, but his eyes were closed.
He made another sound, raw and feral as he moved his hand inside his pants feverishly, his face reddish maybe not entirely from the hot sunny day.
She felt frozen in place as she watched him feeling herself getting warmer as well, her legs turning to jelly and something, a sensation, she tried to avoid for her own sake for years now returning, making her come alive.
When he let out a choked sound indicating, he must have been finished, she panicked and rushed away to the camp hoping he didn't see her or hear her in any way. Yet, when his hand touched her shoulder once he came back, and he leaned down to her level whispering in her ear if she alright because she looked all flushed, she had a feeling he knew.
He probably was only concerned about her since afterwards he gave nothing away making her feel like some old pervert as she remembered his face when he came looking so beautiful and flushed and at peace. Apart from the sensation in her lower parts, she also felt something else when she saw him like that. Something far more worse than lusting over your by seventeen years younger brother, something which made her heart swell with joy and her mind with horror at the same time. Something like love. Her worst possible slip up yet.
Since then she never followed or went looking for him again, although now she knew exactly what he did when he disappeared and it left her feel all sweating and bother for some release as well. This caused that whenever he returned from his private moments he found her either sewing or washing clothes, or boiling water, or trying to cook, or doing anything really which would somehow make her busy and not think about Five's beautiful face and the obscene sounds he made when he was stroking himself under his pants. Something she wasn't supposed to be thinking at all and yet in the night when she could hear his steady breathing next to her on their wannabe beds she couldn't stop her thought from asking so what? Fortunately or not, every tiny bit of courage or want was shot down as guilt spotted even a hint of something other than suffering in her mind.
How could you be so selfish? Do you think could possibly ask for anything after what you did?
And it was right. How could she want something anything when she already got so much? She was alive and she had Five. She was already rewarded, and she didn't even deserve it.
Frustrated she rolled to her side her back to Five as she tried to let go of Vanya, and just be Ariel and sleep. Some nights it was impossible to do so though.
Sometimes, they both wonder into a library which was still partly standing, books and torn pages all around the place.
The thing about living in a world like this was that they had too much do around and yet not enough. She knew he went south, but as he didn't came back for hours and hours she grew worried. Even if he went for some personal time, he was never gone for this long.
A feeling of pure horror sank in as dark thoughts caught onto her like that he hurt himself somehow and was lying somewhere helpless or he...left. He found a way to time travel back and…left her finally giving her all deserved for what she had done...endless loneliness as the last person on earth.
She found herself running before she could stop herself. Stopping only when she finally saw him sitting on a broken pillar reading a book in his hand. Her relief was short lived because as she walked closer and closer ready to give him a mocking and amused look about him losing track of time and himself in a book, she caught the half of the title.
Extraordinary
Although covered by his fingers which were holding it, she could clearly see her parts of her face on the picture on the back. Her adult face.
Do you hate me as well now?
It was the only thing which crossed her mind as she took a step back. The move caused a small rock to shift under her shoe.
Five's eyes snapped up to her.
She ran.
'Vanya!'
She closed her eyes and tried to run away, where she didn't know, before she felt and heard the familiar sound of the space being ruptured and Five's arms were on her shoulder, their chest against each other. He teleported to her.
'Stop! Vanya, please-'
'I'm sorry,' was the first thing she said in five years since they were there.
'I'm sorry, Five, I-I-'
He kissed her before she could utter another word out crashing his lips against hers in the most desperate and hopeless kiss she ever received.
She tried to push at him, confused and shaken and wrecked.
He broke the kiss probably finally catching on to her small protests. However, the moment his lips parted from hers, she grabbed the front of his shirt desperately pulling him toward her not even knowing what she was doing at this point.
They moved like they were starving which they were because in this world full of ash and dust with almost nothing left you could only starve for food, for water, for touch, for a sound, for anything really.
She felt his hands all over her trying to touch as much skin as the shirt she was wear and ripped pants were allowing him craving it just as much as she did. Craving more.
His lips moved to her jaw, and her throat, and the moment he lightly sank his teeth into the soft skin there, she let out the most relief moan she had a feeling she was holding back for years now.
They started to undress each other, but they were too feverish and desperate ending only with his pants to his knees and hers only a little bit lower, enough to reveal her though.
He ripped her shirt open at one point, with how much he was urging it all. He was displaying the adorable quickness, awkwardness and excitement of someone who was doing this for the first time, and it warmed her heart even if it would later hurt her more to know she was taking this from his as well. She took away the world for him, and it still was not enough...
They didn't say anything as they laid down in a tangled mess of limps communicating like animals only through sounds and moans.
His touch made her come to life only to kill her when he groaned her name as he stroke himself against her sending both thrill and pain through her.
He must have seen the hurt in her eyes because he paused for a moment which was the last thing, she wanted to do. If he stopped, if they stopped she wasn't sure what would happen, and the uncertainty scared her too much to let that happen.
She reached between them and took him into her hand knowing she was using herself to manipulate him, to make him continue, to make them continue and not deal with the unavoidable elephant in the room for just a few more moments.
He closed his eyes letting out a whimper from having someone else stroking him.
'Seven,' he breathed out suddenly as he brushed her hand away but linked his finger through hers pushing it to the ground next to her head.
Seven, Number Seven, the not so ordinary one of them. Seven who was all of it, Vanya, the white violin and Ariel. She was all of them and she was her. It hurt too much when she was just Vanya, it was dreadful when she was the white violin, and it was only a beautiful lie when she was Ariel, but when she was Seven she was all of them and was somewhat content enough she could accept it and herself to be Seven.
When Five opened his eyes looking at her, there was no hate, no blame, no rage. There was lust, but there was also adoration and love.
She felt a small tear run down her face as he leaned down and kissed her this time a bit softer.
'Five, please.'
They didn't waste more time. He entered her with one quick almost old fashioned move still trembling in her embrace. Much later when Seven was able to think about something else than him building up the wonderfully intense sensation inside her, she wondered about her first time and how overwhelming it must have been for Five.
He kept his face against her neck as he moved inside her, both of them moaning and groaning urging one another for more like wild animals looking at nothing but themselves and wanting nothing more than to fill their pleasures and needs.
He moved with an almost brutal force, but she liked that feeling herself coming sooner than ever before, just high from everything which was happening, not having a decent fuck in years, the fact that she must be in love with him, that he was here doing this not hating her all mixing to the rhythm of his thrusts. It was messy and uncoordinated, but it was the clear lack of experience and young feverish enthusiasm on Five's part, which Seven let herself get consumed by. Every blissful second of it filling her body and soul in places, she didn't even know were empty before.
When they came, it was felt raw and amazing as it completely left her mind blank and every part of her just…full.
As he sat his forehead against her should kissing and nuzzling her there, she couldn't help but feel the happiest she ever was with him on top of her crushing her a bit with his weight, the cold and hard ground hurting her back and the feeling of him dropping out from between her legs. It was messy almost nasty, and she loved it.
She stroked his hair a bit letting the sensation slowly fade away before they both started to stand up. She could feel the awkwardness of what they just did approaching. How else could this result than in an absolute painful disaster?
However, instead of regret which she thought she would see in his eyes, she saw a bit embarrassment, but also the same adoration as before. She saw care and she saw…love.
He took her hand in his, kissing the back of it before he pressed it against his chest, 'You're forgiven.'
She started to cry feeling it all hit her at once, and through her tears which were blurring her vision she could see that he was crying as well.
Forgiven? Forgiven?! HER?
How?
How could he offer her something like that? She destroyed the world. She broke it. She killed everyone they knew and cared for and damned him for a life in this wasteland with her as a sole reminder that someone he cared for and thought was innocent did this. How could he just forgive her?
And yet, she took it. She grabbed it into her greedy hands with her nails digging into it like an animal ready to hiss and snarl at whoever would try to take it from her. She took it because she was a selfish person, and because it meant that she could have him. She could have Five and in the world where all was gone and nothing but him was left it was everything for her. Then again...having him was everything even before the world ended.
They came back to the camp, and she couldn't help but feel different. The guilt was still there, but she also felt a bit lighter from all of it.
Five wouldn't shut up now asking her questions about her powers, her adulthood simply everything. Her voice felt strange, like it didn't belong to her, but maybe it wasn't a bad thing. She didn't know anymore, but for the first time, for a moment, she didn't care.
They ate, and she talked and nothing really changed.
As she finished the dishes, he suddenly kneeled in front of her and kissed her. It was softer this time than before. When he pulled away, she could see the question behind his eyes. She leaned away as well and started to unbutton those few buttons Five hadn't ripped completely before.
Before, it was sex in its rawest form, that was just how it was. The two of them on the ground in the mess grinding each other and fucking. It was good and there were moments when it was soft, but it was sex.
Now, as he laid her down and touched every piece of her slowly getting to know her, it wasn't just sex it was something else, and it made her want to cry all over again. No one was ever this gentle to her, and she almost didn't know how to handle it or how to deal with it knowing Five didn't hate her for what she did.
Ever since they were younger she knew Five had a thirst for knowledge, he wanted to know everything, all there was about everything from history, math, literature, science. He wanted to know it all. Now the knowledge he wished to have was her body. It was like he wanted to know everything from the way he kissed and stroke and caressed her all over memorizing her like a map.
She felt him everywhere all at once as he moved around her now physically touching places which weren't touched for years learning her reactions, her moans and hitched breaths. He was learning everything there was about her, and bringing her more pleasure than she thought could be possible in a world like this or at all for that matter.
When it became too much, too much of touching and teasing with no seemingly end, no release, when she was too sensitive and too close to the edge and she wanted nothing more for him than to burry himself inside her again and give her what she needed to most, she tried to tell him that they had time for all of this...this worshiping later.
He raised his head from her centre, his mouth wet from her as he was causing her to fall apart with his lips on her down there, his eyes look different with something she hadn't seen before inside them.
'But I want more,' he told her greedily before he was down again his tongue wrecking her all over again like she was in the middle of hell. And she was, and it felt heavenly.
It felt like hours had passed until they were finally done, worn out. Both of them just lying on their made beds from clothing and anything which could be comfy and just a bit soft, linked with one another feeling completely at peace. The urge was satisfied for now even if it was still there under her skin as she could feel the heat of his skin against hers.
They were naked now with only a blanket over them and Seven's powers creating a nice warm wind to keep them warm.
'I knew it was you,' he said as he stroked her hair a bit.
Seven who used to be Vanya, the white violin and Ariel now again looked up at him still feeling boneless from their night. It didn't surprise her now to hear it. If he didn't hate her, if he made love to her the way he did even offered her forgiveness, she didn't care if he knew for months or just found out. It didn't matter now anyway.
'I found the book only today and got a bit sidetracked by it forgetting what time it was,' he explained sounding a bit tired.
'Sometimes, you talked in your dream. When you had nightmares,' he explained, and she blinked. She didn't know that.
'You said their names, and that you wished you were death instead of them,' he said pausing for a moment as he must have remembered those nights before he brushed her hair some more. She didn't realize she missed such things. How could you miss something you never had? Before Leonard she didn't have anyone who would touch he like this and even when he did so...it wasn't real.
She tried to focus on his words so she wouldn't get consume by that now. She sensed the wind changing again.
'I was afraid that if I told you that I knew. If I let it out, you would let the guilt consume you completely and try to...and you would leave me here all alone.'
He was crying now, and she sat up. Her voice was still strange as she spoke, 'Five, I'm sorry-'
'I know,' he said and kissed her making her taste the salt of his tears.
'I forgive you, Seven.'
Not Vanya, not Ariel, not the white violin, and yet all of them inside Seven. The white violin destroyed the world, Vanya couldn't let go of let go of the guilt and Ariel tried to detached herself from it completely. Maybe Seven could accept it and let it go, but only because Five could as well.
And maybe just maybe…they could be happy in a world filled with ruins, ash and haunting memories together.
A.N: Yeah, so this was sparked by a conversation I had with my BF about some of the fics I read here about Vanya surviving the apocalypse and living in the wasteland with Five. We sort of got to the point where we discussed the fall society and lack of morals in a place like that and he was like: 'Don't tell me that two people who have some emotional connection if they were the only two people left in the world wouldn't bone.' (His words not mine. :D Although I totally agree) But we started to debate about it and came to a conclusion that even if Five was furious with Vanya about what she did, and he might even hate her, she would still be the only one left with him also he was a growing teenage boy at the time who definitely had a crush on her at point growing up. (Yes, I will fight anyone who will say he didn't.) So it was a safe bet that they would both be craving touch and love and anything warm in a world like that.
Anyway, I was trying to go for something less romantic and more practical, but with these two I just can't and I really don't want to if I'm being honest.
I hope you liked the story, I just wanted to ramble about it a bit I guess. It will be a two-shot. The second chapter will be Five's POV.
Also yes, I know I couldn't be more cliché with the title even if I wanted to -_-