Back at the Academy, Five and Rachel encountered bloody footprints leading into Klaus's room from the bathtub. Five cautiously knocked on his brother's door.

"You okay?" he asked.

Klaus turned in the middle of putting on a shirt.

"Hey. Yeah, I just…Long night."

"More than one, from the looks of it."

Rachel was fairly sure at this point that Klaus has been sent through time. The fact that he looked like shit told her it wasn't a great experience.

"Yeah."

"Don't remember the dog tags."

"Yeah, they belonged to a friend."

"How about that new tattoo?"

"You know, I don't totally remember even getting it. Like I said, it was a long night."

It was rare for Klaus to show real irritation and he definitely wanted the two of them to go away. Five smirked at his brother instead of following his wishes.

"You did it, didn't you?"

"What are you talkin' about?"

Five moved into the room while Rachel stayed at the door, leaning against the doorframe.

"You know, I can recognize the symptoms, Klaus."

"Symptoms of what?"

"The jet lag. Full body itch. The headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose through your brain. You gonna tell me about it?"

Klaus looked away as he sat on his bed.

"Your pals, when they broke into the house and they couldn't find you, they took me hostage instead."

"And in return, you stole their briefcase."

Five started pacing. Five was busy devising a plan, she knew that thoughtful smile on his face and the pacing meant his mind was racing. Rachel felt bad for Klaus. Moving into the room, she sat down beside him and put a hand on his arm. He just looked down at her hand as he responded.

"Yeah. I thought there was money in it, or I could pawn it, you know, whatever. And then I opened it."

"And the next thing you knew, you were…where? Or should I say when?"

"What difference does it make?"

"What diff—. Okay, how long were you gone?"

"Almost a year."

"A year?"

"Do you know what this means?

"Yeah, I'm ten months older now."

"No, this isn't any sort of joke, Klaus. Hazel and Cha-Cha will do whatever they can to get the briefcase. Where is it now?"

"Gone. I destroyed it. Poof."

Rachel braced herself for Five to get upset. It was just as she predicted.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"What do you care?" Klaus spat back.

Rachel held a hand out to Five.

"Now might not be the best time to get upset about this, Five."

He ignored her and leaned toward his brother.

"What do I care? I needed it, you moron, so I could get back. I could start over."

Klaus stood up and waved a hand at Five.

"Just…Just…"

"Where are you going?" Fivee demanded.

"Interrogation's over, just…leave."

Once he left the room, Five lunged toward his brother's desk and started scribbling on a piece of paper. Rachel heaved herself up off Klaus's bed.

"You can be such a dick," she told him.

He just waved a hand to shush her. Rolling her eyes, she walked out of the room. She figured with Grace out of commission, someone needed to mop Klaus's blood off the floor and the bathtub. As she was putting supplies away, Luther appeared behind her.

"Hey."

She glanced back at him. Closing the closet door, she turned and looked up at him. He really was quite a few feet taller than her. He seemed a bit awkward. The two had never been alone together or even had a conversation. She remembered him as a kid. Almost as blonde as she was, so tall and strong. He looked a lot like Five as a kid, and a bit how he looked in his thirties, just a blonde version that smiled more back in the day.

"How can I help you, Luther?" she asked, rubbing her slightly still wet hands on her pants.

He hesitated, obviously not sure where to begin.

"I'm just…trying to wrap my head around what Five said. And, uhm…you seem…uh…"

Rachel chuckled and crossed her arms.

"I know Five's personality lends itself toward the side of mentally unsound. I'm not going to even argue that he isn't. I seem more normal to you, is what you're trying to say."

"Uh…yeah."

Luther's awkward feelings flickered making Rachel take some pity on him.

"You can trust Five. At least, what he said. Trusting his ideas and plans are always a little dangerous because they're…generally right but sometimes go astray."

The big man seemed to accept what she was saying. He gave her small smile.

"It must have been tough dealing with him for so long."

Rachel let out a soft laugh.

"You have no idea. If you're looking for Five, I'm sure he is in his room."

She began to walk off, but Luther cleared his throat. She turned back.

"Hm?"

"Is…is Dolores…?"

Rachel tilted her head at him.

"The mannequin he's romantically attached to. Why?"

Luther just held up his hands in surrender and walked off upstairs. Rachel got into a bit of a kick after cleaning upstairs and went about tidying up what she could. She was in the kitchen when she sensed two people heading her way. Luther and Five came walking in moments later with a briefcase.

"Woah, woah, woah," she held them up," Where are you two going? What is that?"

Five looked at Rachel thoughtfully before turning to Luther.

"I'll meet you at the car."

The man holding the briefcase looked between the two of them for a moment before nodding and leaving. Five walked up to her with a serious expression. Rachel dropped the rag she was using to clean the table.

"Got a new partner now? I don't blame you since he's bigger and stronger than me, but I thought we were a team."

Five grinned at her.

"We are a team, but I want you to stay behind this time. It can go very wrong and I prefer you stay safe here."

Leaning on the table, Rachel sighed.

"Meeting with Hazel and Cha-Cha to give them a fake briefcase?"

"You always know my plans without me having to say them…"

"Mmm, only when there are things I can put together. Hazel and Cha-Cha plus a briefcase that got destroyed…not hard science there. You're supposed to save the world so please stay safe. I don't know what me and Dolores would do without you."

Five let out a quick laugh.

"I don't know about Dolores, but you could find someone else."

"Ah, yes. Who would be interested in being with an old person in a teenage body? That'd be a hard sell for anyone who isn't you."

She poked his chest when she said that. Five took that hand and held it tightly.

"Cross your fingers for me, then. If I don't come back…I'm sorry."

The two shared a long kiss before Five began pulling away.

"I love you," Rachel whispered before he got too far.

He squeezed her hand one last time.

"I love you, too. Don't tell Dolores."

And then he was gone before she could even blink. Going back upstairs, she sat down at the edge of Five's bed and sat across from Dolores. She stared at the mannequin for a while before tilting her head. Sticking a hand in her pocket she pulled out the notes Pogo had given her. She began to read portions aloud to Dolores.

"While her powers seem quote docile in nature, more lies beyond the surface…children state that their moods sometimes end up matching Rachel's…Kidnapping proves my theory. Rachel can intentionally change the feelings of others. In other worse, she can manipulate emotions. She can do it unintentionally if her feelings are strong…This can certainly be used in dangerous situations."

Rachel looked up and furrowed her eyebrows at Dolores.

"Well…I guess that makes sense. My mom did always complain that when I was miserable, I found a way to make everyone around me miserable. I just thought it was a saying. Did I ever tell you about how me and Five actually became friends? I doubt he's told you. He used to just prank me out of spite before that day, but afterwards he did it…in a friendlier way? Have you heard this story?"

Rachel waited.

"Thought so. I think I made it so that someone noticed me. Okay, well, let me backtrack. It all started when I got kidnapped on my way home from the Academy when I was eight…

-Sometime in 1997-

Rachel was feeling antsy that evening waiting for her parents to come and pick her up. She would usually wait inside where it was warm, especially during the wintertime. But it was the first snow of the season and she was far too excited. Figuring that it wouldn't be a big deal if she went outside the front gate to play on the sidewalk, she did as she pleased. After making it to the sidewalk, she began making shoeprints in different shapes.

She was in the process of trying to make an umbrella when her arm was suddenly grabbed. Looking up, she realized that she didn't recognize who was grabbing her. The builds of these individuals showed that they were male, but they were wearing black ski masks. She let out a high-pitched scream before a bag was tossed over her and she was tugged up into someone's arms, the bag cinched at her feet. The poor girl reached out at the feelings she could still sense inside the Academy, screaming and hoping that someone would hear or notice her struggle. Her screaming ceased as she was flung into some sort of transport vehicle. Rachel internally grabbed for the feelings of the people she could sense, desperate for help. She felt her spirits rise as two people's feelings changed to concern at the same time. It was Diego and Five. The girl panicked as the car revved.

"Let me go!" she shouted, "Please!"

It was fruitless as the car drove away. Rachel began to scream and cry until something hit her on the back of the head.

She woke up unsure how much time had passed. She was in a warehouse of some sort. Her hands were handcuffed around a column. The lighting in the room was low, as not all of the lightbulbs seemed to be working. She could see her kidnappers in front of her, talking. They mentioned the words 'ransom' and 'Academy,' but she couldn't hear them well enough. Feeling overwhelmed, the girl began to cry. The robbers turned to her, hearing her sobs even though she had tried to be quiet.

"Good, you're up."

One of the men came over. Rachel was terrified as she could only see his eyes and mouth through the mask. Squatting down, he stared directly at her. His emotions of greed and determination hit her with full force. She also sensed familiar feelings. A sense of hope surged through her as she reached out to those feelings, hoping they'd find her.

"You're going to do us a favor, little girl. You're going to steal from the Academy for us. Do you understand?"

Rachel shook her head.

"I won't," she mumbled.

She yelped as the man grabbed her jaw hard.

"I can kill you if you'd prefer. You have the useless power of the group, so you might as well do as I say or die."

Tears ran down Rachel's face from the pain as he let her go. The man was about to say something else when a yell went up from behind him. Rachel tilted her head to the side to see the man holding a gun out to the back of the warehouse.

"I saw something!"

"It's probably just a rat. Now, you."

His attention was fully back on Rachel. He pulled a gun from behind him and pressed it up against her forehead. Her rescuers were too far to save her from a gunshot.

"Do you feel like helping us now?"

The little girl began to hyperventilate. She was choking on her tears, unable to breathe. The man retracted the gun and slapped her hard in the face.

"Say something!"

The girl began to shake uncontrollably as she tried to get air into her lungs. It was then that the other man screamed in pain. Rachel couldn't see through her tears. All she could hear was a gun going off before the screaming ceased. The man in front of her retreated a bit before a loud crash sounded. An angry shout and then another crash. She felt her handcuffs being unlocked, but she still couldn't get a handle on herself. When her hands were free, she felt herself pulled into a small set of arms.

"Breathe, Rachel. You're safe now."

Five rubbed one of her arms as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"We're going to count to ten, okay? Can you focus on that? Ready? One, two, you have to count with me."

She was able to stutter out three and then four. By the time they reached ten, the warehouse was quiet. Having brushed away her tears, she could now see Five in his domino mask. She gave him a small smile.

"Thank you, Five."

The boy reached out and pinched her cheek hard.

"How dumb are you? Wandering out into the sidewalk when no one is watching? There are rules for a reason."

She pouted at him as he pulled her up onto her feet. He was about to say something more when he was shoved out of the way and Diego tackled the girl in a hug.

"Rachel! You're okay! I was so worried."

She hugged the boy back.

"How did you guys find me so quickly?" she asked.

Diego pulled away and looked down at her.

"I was the first to notice something was wrong. I don't know, I just felt like I needed to look out the window and I saw you being tossed in a car."

Five scoffed at him and grabbed Rachel's arm.

"Oh, you were first? We both looked out at the same time."

Diego was prepping to respond when Five jumped Rachel outside. Standing before her now with snow falling around him was Sir Reginald Hargreeves. He studied her with a curious look.

"There is more to even you than I thought."

The girl wasn't sure what he meant by that, but the older man quickly turned to Five.

"Bring her to the car, Number Five."

The man then walked off to corral the rest of his children. Five began to walk off toward the car. Rachel reached out and grabbed the back of his jacket. She had been scared he'd walk too fast and leave her behind. She was surprised when Five held his hand out to her.

"You're not going to get kidnapped again. Come on."

She took his hand and he led her back to the car. Soon enough, everyone else was ready to go. That was the day that Rachel realized there was more to Five that she'd thought originally. Sure, it was just a peek under the surface, but it was something.