Luther lays across his bed, upper body dangling over the edge and upside down. He kicked against the other side with his feet, very impatiently waiting on Reginald to be finished talking to Five. He wasn't sure how long it had been but the sun had gone down, or what little sun there was with the storm clouds.

He could only wait in the living room for so long. After half an hour of waiting he got up and went to his room where he paced. He was far too impatient but could he be blamed? He hadn't seen Five in years and he was burning with questions that couldn't be answered right away.

When pacing got old, Luther went down the hall to the phone mounted on the wall of the stairs. While he waited he could at least inform his other siblings of Five's return.

He calls Vanya first. He knew that she and Five had had a pretty good relationship and she seemed to miss him the most. He tried to remember the number she had given him before she left two days ago as he dialed. He gets her voice mail. Figured. Either she was busy or maybe she just didn't want to talk to him. He thought the latter would be odd if she gave him her number so maybe she was busy. Just to be sure he calls her again. When she doesn't answer he leaves a quick message about coming to the house because it was important.

And then he calls Allison. They had kept up somewhat of a telephone conversation since she had become big in L.A. two years ago. He knew her number well. The call goes straight to voicemail. He knew that meant she was definitely busy. Probably filming her latest movie. Last he had talked to her it had been some romantic comedy. He could recall her complaining about how everyone was so "unprofessional" and she was sure it would "flop". That had been two weeks ago. Who knew what she was doing for sure. Luther doesn't bother calling back.

He's not entirely sure if he should call Diego. He only knows his number because Allison had given it to him. But he knew Diego would be pissed if he didn't call him and found out about Five through one of their other siblings. Maybe Diego could tell Klaus since they always had a weird relationship. That and Luther had no way of contacting Klaus. Again no luck. None of his siblings had answered.

It partially bumed him out, maybe they still blamed him. Maybe they were still bitter. He supposed they had a right to be, but it wasn't wholly his fault and this was important.

So now here he was. He had returned to his room and there he stayed, hanging upside down in silence.

His head begins to hurt from all the blood that has rushed to it. Luther sits up on his bed, crossing his legs and massaging his temples, trying to ward off the oncoming headache.

He's not entirely sure he's heard the sudden knock but regardless he says "Come in." Partially grumbling from his head pain.

Luther's not sure why he was surprised when Five pushes the door open. Maybe he still thinks it was all a dream. The event still feeling surreal. Having just been standing outdoors, a sudden and quick thunderstorm, and then there's Five, standing in the courtyard.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt anything." Five only sounds half apologetic, standing half awkwardly and half like he's trying to pretend he owns the place, as if mustering lost confidence. A characteristic normal for Five. Or one that had been when they were thirteen. Maybe he isn't dreaming after all. Luther realizes that Five has thought he was angry at him for entering from the irritation in his voice when he had told the other to come in. "No, you're not." He shakes his head, though not sure if that was a wise idea with the pain in his head, "I was just upside down too long. Head hurts." Five nods and steps out of the entryway to the room, half closing the door behind him. Luther continues to put pressure on his temples. Five crosses the room and sits on the floor, leaning back against the bed.

Luther stops what he's doing and looks down at Five, tilting his head wondering why he sat down there instead of on the bed with him or even in the desk chair. "You know you don't have to sit down there right?" He says. Five huffs. "I know." He sounds so sure, as if his choice hadn't been some unsure decision but rather he had planned it on his way up the stairs. Something in Luther felt dumb for asking but Five had always managed to do that to him. He was so much smarter than himself. But something else in Five's voice sounded small and the exact opposite of the more dominant tone, Luther had almost missed it.

"I guess you wanna know too, huh?" Five says, not allowing much space for silence between them. Luther leans back against the headboard, getting a bit more comfortable, rather than hunching over and making his spine hurt. "Dad already ask you everything?" Luther asks, casting his glance from the ceiling to the top of Five's head which is pretty much all he can see from this angle. Five nods.

"I don't want to ask if you've just had to tell Dad everything then."

"That's considerate of you but I also know you're probably not going to ever ask." Five states soon after Luther finishes his sentence. And he was right. Luther wasn't comfortable with asking about something that was so serious and such a loaded topic. He didn't want to have to make Five relive it if he didn't have to.

Before Luther can protest, Five continues.

"That day that I left," He starts, slow and serious, "I time traveled. I actually did. I went forward in time. I walked down the street going a little further and pushing myself. Until I ended up in the apocalypse." Five is quiet and Luther sits up suddenly. Stunned by his brother's troubling words. "What?" He says, moving so he can lean on his elbows on the edge of the bed and putting his head close to Five's so he can see his face as he speaks. Five nods, confirming what he's said. "Everyone was dead." His tone quiet as he stares off at some invisible point on the wall opposite them. "The house was gone. Everything was on fire. It was like it had just happened. I still don't know what causes it but I know when."

Luther almost doesn't dare ask. But he's always been cursed with a burning curiosity.

Before he can open his mouth to speak Five beats him and it's as if he's read his mind. "It's years from now. There's plenty of time to stop it. I just… have to figure it out."

Luther can't believe it. Everyone dead, the house gone, the world gone. He always thought nothing could happen to his home. But then again he always thought nothing could happen to his family. And yet here they were.

"So I missed out eighteenth huh?" Five says suddenly, changing the topic and Luther doesn't blame him, the impending apocalypse was a dark one. He was pretty sure their father had already asked Five for every detail and Luther wasn't eger to make Five repeat it all over again, especially not if it was as awful as it sounded.

So Luther nods. "Yeah but it wasn't anything big. Klaus was only here half the day. Allison flew in just for the week. Diego wasn't too eager. It was really just me and Vanya most of the time. It's kinda been like that anyway." Luther recalls their birthday which had passed a little over a month ago. They had all just spent a little time together, sort of tired of the birthday they all shared. It wasn't the same with Ben and Five missing. It hadn't even just without Five.

"Not like we get any special privileges or anything. We're not really adults until twenty-one." He shrugs, trying to make Five feel better about missing a milestone in their lives, even if it seemed pretty insignificant. 'Dad didn't really care. As usual. We just sat in the living room."

A small "oh" leave Five as he listens to Luther, still staring straight ahead.

"What happened to the team?" Five almost sounds like he doesn't want to ask. And Luther doesn't really want to answer. It was a hard topic for him like the apocalypse for Five. But if Five shared about the apocalypse he figured he should share about the team.

"Well, it started with Klaus, ya know, him and the drugs and all. It got really bad. I wouldn't always let him help out because he was so stoned. Allison got even more famous. Diego became even more defiant. He stopped wanting to listen to me all together. And then Ben died." Luther trails off, that's the harder part for him. Five turns his head to look at Luther, shocked like Luther had been to find out about the apocalypse. Apparently Reginald hadn't told Five about that particular event. Figures.

"What? When-? How, what happened?"

Luther looks down at the floor. "Back in the spring. That was pretty much the final straw that just broke everyone. Everybody left after that. Allison moved permanently to L.A., Klaus stopped coming home. Diego was already in the process of moving out. And Vanya left two days ago." Luther dances around the 'how' part of everything. He still wasn't okay with reliving it.

Five seems to pick up on his discomfort and doesn't question it further.

"So it was just you and Vanya for a while huh?" Five asks and Luther nods.

"She's a lot cooler than we ever gave her credit for. She's quiet like Ben was but she's really good at that violin. It got so quiet in the house sometimes and I could clearly hear her playing it in her room. Pretty sure she learned some of my favorite songs for me too." As Luther speaks he begins to hate himself for not trying more to get to know her. With any of his siblings. He was just so hyper focused on everything Reginald had told him that he never put much effort in a real relationship with his siblings as more than team mates. Maybe that's why the team failed as much as it did. He was a leader first and a brother second.

That needed to change.