14th May, 2019. 2 months into the apocalypse...

"Ugg! I hate snow!" Ris yelled as she landed face first into the ice. Five stopped wheeling the red wagon. "Alright?" Ris dusted herself off. "Fine,"

They were moving to a more stabled shelter. Since there previous one was covered in cold, think snow. It didn't help matters when the roof also collapsed. "We've been walking for hours, Five. Where the heck are we even going?"

"Find a stable shelter." He answered though his voice was a little muffled by the scarf he was using in substation for a balaclava. "Five, be realistic. We have been walking since yesterday. There is NOTHING! HERE! Okay?! Just snow. Stupid, stupid SNOW!" Ris yelled, she grabbed a fist full of snow and throw it hard in the air.

A loud "Clang!" was heard as the snowball made contact, with metal. The two stared at each other before running in the direction of the noise. The red wagon left forgotten. Five's gloved hands found the gate first. "RIS! I found it!"

She ran up, sliding on the snow (Five was sure she was going to fall again) before reaching him. She pulled up her ski goggles, her cheeks were red from the cold and she was shivering so much, she was practically vibrating. Five pulled his own goggles off. "Is it?"

"Yes!" Ris yelled out happily. "A mansion! And it standing!" she shouted out with glee. Five grinned at her. "Help, me push the gate." He said, Ris nodded. After a couple of hard pushes, the gate gave way. Ris ran in the place looked a bit downcast and gloomy, but it was better than freezing to death. "Come on, Five!" she called as she ran up to the front door.

Opening it happily, Five following her. The 2 looked at the manor with awe. It had been the most solid thing they had seen in…forever. "Wow," she whispered. Five smiled at her. "Lets get settled in then- Shit!"

Ris whipped around. "What's wrong?" she asked as Five was sprinting back outside.

"We forgot the damn Wagon!"


1st October, 2019. 5 months into the apocalypse…

"Happy Birthday, Five"

"Happy Birthday, Rissa" Five replied as they sat by the crackling fire, its warmth flooding the usually cold mansion that they called home for the winter. The 2 smiled at each other enj-

"Shit!"

"Five!"

Ris yelled out as she through a blanket over his flaming arm. Somehow the sleeve of his shirt caught on fire. Ris bit her lip at the comical (and slightly dangerous) situation. "You alright?"

"Peachy." Five replied as Ris burst into laughter. "Oh, shut up."


25th January 2045, 26 years into the apocalypse.

"That's the last of it, how you doing on your side?" 39 year old Ris called to Five, he had aged by a considerable amount, his tall, slightly scrawny frame caused by the ghastly place they were in, had disappeared replaced with hardened muscle even though his body is remained thin.

His hair (now long) had grown out of its neat cut, now stuck up in many different directions. The only thing that remained unchanged was his eyes which were still bright blue?green? aquamarine.

Well, that and his sparkling personality and the growing beard. They hadn't been able to find a razor yet, so as much as the beard irritated Ris (and Five, but he won't admit it) they had to deal with it. Ris wrinkled her noise at the thought of the cursed thing. "Good. You can come down now."

Ris slide down the ladder, looking around at their 'Home' well home for the summer anyway. In reality it was an old bed shop, but they were lucky enough that the building had a roof and was still standing so there was no complains.

Unfortunately for them, most of the beds were punctured (the punctured ones were used to protect them from the wild animals and ward off the now deadly insects. "Ris! Come here!" Five called from the 'front yard' or the 'Court' as Ris liked to call it. "Coming!" she yelled back.

The Court was a circular patch of untouched grass with remains of ruined building surrounding the edges, making it the perfect place to sit and relax. Sliding down the ladder, looking at her finished work (she had been fixing the satellite while Five had been fixing the hole in the roof.) "RIS!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Keep ya pants on" she called back as she took one final glance at her satellite, before walking off towards Five. "What's the commotion for?"

Ris froze, rubbed her eyes. Took a sharp intake of breath. She couldn't breathe. Ris slowly turned to Five, who looked back at her with wide eyes. "Ris, tell me honestly. Is she…Is she…real." Five asked a hint of fear in his usually fearless voice. "Or have I finally lost my mind?"

Ris stared again. She was staring at a…woman, the woman in question was wearing a black shinning overcoat and a pair of shinning bright red heels, she had blonde hair that was almost white, a black hat with netting that looked like it came for the 1900's and a pair of black sunglasses. She also carried a large black briefcase. She smiled and waved almost happily at them.

"Five, she's real. We're not alone. Five, we're not alone!" Ris breathed out happily shaking Fives arm that was holding his gun. Which in her shock of the woman appearing of what seemed out of nowhere, she hadn't noticed he was holding it.

Ris smiled at him. "We're not alone."


"Piece of shit. Do you have any idea what you just did?" Diego grunted, flying at Five (well he tried to. But Luther stopped him. "Nope, let me! Get your ape hands off of me!"

"I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down." Luther replied. "Be quiet, you'll wake, Ris." Five whisper-yelled at Diego as he jumped up from the rickety bed that now held a sleeping Clarissa.

He knew that Luther would prevent Diego from attacking him and Ris, but if Diego pulled out one of his knifes. He had to make sure he wouldn't target her.

"Oh yeah, wouldn't want to wake your precious Ris." Diego snapped, but made sure to drop his voice to a whisper. Luther gently set Diego down. "Now, wanna tell us what you're talkin' about?"

"Our brother's been pretty busy since he got back. He was in the middle of that shootout at Griddy's, and then at Gimble Brothers, after the guys in mask attacked the Academy, looking for him.

"None of which is any of your concern." Five said calmly. "It is now." Diego said he was panting now. "They just killed my friend."

"Who are they, Five?" Luther asked. Five looked down a look of shame fell on his face, luckily his brothers didn't notice. "They work for my former employer. A woman called The Handler.-" the moment the name fell from his lips, Ris gave a sharp intake of breath.

Her peacefully sleeping face had disappeared, as her breathing quickened suddenly. Instantly Five (even though he was less than 1 foot away from her) flew to her side the previous conversation forgotten.

"It's not real." he whispered, gently squeezing her hand gently. Luther and Diego watched them the former looking extremely weirded out, the latter on the other hand looked at them with (shockingly enough) understanding.

He had a few ideas of what their relationship was like. They were close something that seemed almost impossible for someone as prickly as Five. After a couple seconds he turned back to them.

"She sent them to stop me. Then, soon as Diego's friend got in their way, well, fair game." Five continued as if nothing had happened.

"And now they're my fair game. And I'm gonna see to it they pay." Diego said vengefully as he walked away. "That would be a mistake, Diego. They've killed people far more dangerous than you." Five said. Diego paused Ris's words from last night floating back to him.

'Because, you're emotional and vengeful."

"You are going to try and track Hazel and Cha-Cha down. You're going to try and kill them, because they killed Patch. It's pretty simple to work out."

"Also, I knew someone like you. An old friend of sorts…and I don't want what happened to her. Happen to you. You're far too good of an assent than you think you are.'

But just…Remember, he will move hell and high water to save your sorry asses. Don't make him or me regret that. Because if your vengeance problem, hurts us. Hurts Five. I will make you wish that you never lived."

"Yeah, we'll see about that." he said slamming the door as he left; with Ris's words still ringing in his ears.


"Former employer? What's this really about, Five? And don't give me any of this "It's none of your business" crap, all right?" Luther said roughly. Five looked lost for a minute. "Well, it's a long story." came a voice for behind him, the two turned to Ris. "But, I remember it like it was yesterday."

25th January 2045, 26 years into the apocalypse.

"Who the hell are you?" Five asked still pointing his gun at the mysterious woman in front of them. "I'm here to help." she said calmly like Five wasn't pointing a loaded gun to her head. Ris instantly took note of how high pitched her voice sounded. Well to her anyway.

"Tell me why I shouldn't put a bullet through your head right now!" Five yelled angrily, shaking the gun as he did so. "Because if you did, you wouldn't hear the offer. I'm about to make you. Which would be rather tragic, given your current circumstances. I work for an organization called the Commission. We are tasked with the preservation of the time continuum through manipulation and removals.

"I don't understand." Five said lowering the gun slightly. "Sometimes, people make choices that alter time. Free will, don't get me started. When that happens, we dispatch one of our agents to eliminate the threat." she said instantly Five's gun was pointed at her again.

"No, no, no, no." she chuckled. "You misunderstand me. You're not a targets. You're a recruits. I've come to offer you a job, Number Five. We've had our eye on you both for quite some time. And we think you have a lot of potential. Your survival skills have made you quite a celebrity back at headquarters. That and your ability to jump through time. And of course Experiment X113.5's ability to mimic powers and talents."

"You saying that we…We could actually leave here? Go…Go back?" Five said looking at Ris in shock before turning to the woman for confirmation.

"In return for five years of service. Once your contract is done, you can retire to the time and place of your choosing with a pension plan to boot." She said proudly.

"If you can alter time, why not just stop all of this from ever happening?" Ris asked. 'Idiots' she thought. "That's quite impossible, I'm afraid. You see all of this, it was supposed to happen." She said nodding her head as she did so.

"That's insane. The end of everything?" Ris yelled out, horrified. The woman shook her head. "Not everything. Just the end of something."

"What?" Ris asked. The woman smiled. It was sickening. "So do we have an agreement?" she asked extending her hand to them.

Almost mesmerised at first, Five paused before he took her hand. Ris stared at her out stretched hand, her smile. It sickened her, she bit her bottom lip, feeling like she would regret this choice later. She took the woman's hand. The woman gave another smile. "Who are you?" Ris asked quietly.

"The Handler."

"They turned us into the perfect instrument for rehabilitation of the time continuum. Or "corrections," as they called them. We weren't the only one. There are others like us. Beings out of time, fractured, extracted from the lives that they knew. We don't know how they got there. But we did know that none of them were as good as us." Ris explained.

Her mind drifting off the gunshots, the pain she caused, the fear and their final mission. Before things went sideways.

November 22, 1963, 12:30 p.m.

"Dallas Love Field, the Dallas-Fort Worth area broadcasters bring you a special description of the arrival of President John F. Kennedy. And the crowd yells, and the president of the United States-" the radio blared out. "How are we on your end, Five?" Ris asked through her ear piece.

"Good. You?"

"Fine." Ris said they couldn't say much the ear pieces had listening devices planted inside so if the Commission wanted to, they could listen and replay all of their conversations.

"To get another view of the president as he and his First Lady depart Love Field.-"

Ris clicked her gun into place. 'Five years of service. The Handler really talks bullshit' she thought remembering her conversations with her, apparently Five years of service meant Five years of service to the commission.

Which was basically over 10 years but if you were good it was when they decided to let you go.

"They didn't realize it, but we were just biding our time, trying to figure out the right equation so we could get back. If we could just get back, I knew, we could stop the apocalypse. Save the world." said Five, gripping his hands together tightly.

"Dallas police out here in force today, doing a beautiful job of handling the crowd along with a contingent of Texas Rangers.-"

"So I broke my contract."

Static electricity buzzed in Ris's ear. "Five, what's going on?"

"- it'll turn on Houston Street and go past-"

"Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly."

"Five! What's happening! Five!" Ris yelled running to where his post had been, where he was mean to be. "Five! FIVE! FIVE!"

"-without exhaustive security investigation. The presidential suite has been examined, and-"

He was yelling, no screaming. "FIVE!" she screamed, her ear piece fuzzing out, sending a jet of electricity through her body. Her blood ran cold.

There he was is hands were glowing their usual blue, whenever he used his powers. He spotted her, reaching his hand out to her. He yelled.

"-Until the president's security and safety are confirmed-"

"CLARISSA!"

"BANG!"

The force of the spatial-jump knocked her to the ground.

"-where the motorcade was moving.-"

"They shot the president!"

The noises mushed together, the yelling of the radio, the screaming of the crowds, the gunshot and Five's yell of her name. He was long gone. But she felt no anger at him for leaving her. They had a job to do. And hers wasn't over yet.

"The president is dead."

"So you were a hit men, uh, woman…girl? Luther asked as he handed Ris and Five steaming mugs of what Ris guess as tea. "Yes." Five said taking the mug squeezing it between his hands. Ris doing the same though hers was more of a death grip.

"Uh I mean, you had a code, right? You didn't kill just anybody." asked Luther, glancing to Ris in particular. "No code. We took out anyone who messed with the time line." Five answered, looking at the floor.

"What about innocent people?"

"It was the only way we could get back here." Five replied. Luther's eyes widened. "But that's murder." His eyes flicked to Ris. "Did you kill to?" he asked, staring between them wide eyed.

"Jesus, Luther, grow up. We're not kids anymore. There's no such thing as good guys or bad guys." Five said defensively, before his voice turned grave. "There's just people, goin' about their lives. But when the world ends, all those people die, including our family. Time changes everything."

"And everyone." Ris whispered quietly to herself, but she might as well have shouted it. The two both heard her, and both of them were lost for words.

Ris sipped her tea. "Time changes everything and everyone it touches"


After their 'trip' down memory lane, Luther had dragged Five and Ris to the mansion or was it a manor. Ris didn't really know the difference. But it didn't stop her from being amazed by it. It was huge, a hundred times bigger than she expected.

Marble pillars in the front entrance, a large, but cozy living room where the wall were lined with books, a kitchen that had stocked cupboards and a working fringe (not to mention the pots and pans) and chocolate.

She hadn't even explored the bedrooms yet. Smiling from ear to ear she plonked herself on the couch opening 'Extra Ordinary' by Vanya Hargreaves, while Five and Luther were still arguing, but she had long since ignored them.

Many would argue that she would have read this many times. But, Five had scribbled on the book before she could read it. Curling herself up into a ball she opened the book-

"Welcome home, Ms. Vanya." came a voice from behind Ris, whipping around she saw Five's sister Vanya Hargreaves the author of the autobiography that she had just opened. They looked washed out like all the colours were being wiped. She let out a sigh of relief. It was just a memory. A memory. One of the memory that the book held.

Vanya was a pretty girl, with light brown hair and hazel eyes. She was simple, it was refreshing. "Pogo." Vanya answered a hint of a smile on her lips as she gave him a tight hug, Pogo seemed to be… a monkey with glasses and a suit and Ris thought Five was strange.

"Hmm. So good to see you. Ah, yes, your autobiography." Pogo said gesturing to the book in Vanya's hands. She looked at it then at Pogo. "Do you know, um. Did he ever read it?

"Hmm. Not that I'm aware of." Pogo answered. Vanya looked down again clearly upset, but not entirely surprised.

"Ris?"

Ris definitely wasn't and didn't have to be a detective to know that Vanya was talking about her 'father' the famed Reginald Hargreaves. Also known as one of the world's biggest assholes to ever live. "How long has it been since Five disappeared?" Vanya questioned looking at a portrait of Ris's long-time partner, who rolled her eyes at the painting. He looked so arrogant and spoilt, but handsome at the same time. Luckily for Ris only 2 of those things were true.

"It's been 16 years, four months, and 14 days." Pogo answered instantly. "Your father insisted I keep track." He said seeing Vanya slight shocked face.

"Clarissa!"

"You wanna know something stupid? I always used to leave the lights on for him. I was scared that he would come back, it would be late, and the house would be dark and he wouldn't be able to find us, so he'd leave again. So, every night I'd make a little snack and make sure all the lights were on." Vanya said quietly, Ris smiled at her. She was so…genuine and kind. And so…broken. So much like her…

"Oh, I remember your snacks. I'm pretty sure I stepped in half those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches." Pogo said light-heartedly, he signed. "Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere. He never lost hope."

Vanya smiled sadly. "And look where that got him."

"Rissa!"

Ris's eyes flew open, gasping for air. "Shhhh shhh, it's okay. You're safe. It's okay. Breath."

Her thoughts were jumbled, but she focused on the soothing voice. Five's voice. She stared at him for a couple seconds, breathing deeply.

His blue aquamarine (After looking and thinking about this for almost 45 years she finally decided that they were a mixture of blue and green. Thus aquamarine) eyes filled with worry.

"What happened?" she asked, still breathing heavily. Five sighed, before releasing his hands of her shoulders and helped her sit up. "You…were asleep. You fell asleep...I had an idea, to find a new lead on the apocalypse, so I tried to wake you up. But you….you weren't waking up."

"Ohh" said Ris flatly. "Well, what was the lead?"

"What?"

"Your idea. What was it?" she said calmly, sitting up straighter. Five stared at her. "What?" she asked confused at his completely motionless form. "Five, what wrong?"

"You could have died! You? Why the hell!?" he whisper-yelled at her. "You know what, nevermind." Ris sighed as she ruffled her hair. "Now what was your idea?"

Five sighed (something he often did when Ris was around) before answering. "A Probability Map"

She looked up, biting her lower lip, making Five rolling his eyes. "It holds the most promise." he finished. "Yeah, a probability map would work, but-" she paused, turning around behind her. "Did you hear that?"

Five paused listening closely. "N-" Then he heard it, a moan. It was fairly quiet, but if you had hearing like his or Ris's it was easy to detect. "Are they in your range?" Five asked, making sure to keep his voice lower than a whisper.

Ris shook her head silently, glancing up. "Upstairs."


Slowly the two walked up the stairs, their footsteps were so silent that the person in question didn't even notice them. As the duo made their way to the bedrooms. Ris spotted footprints, scarlet red footprints. Blood.

The person walked into one of the rooms, the sound of his moans as he put on his clothes were now quite frequent. The two looked at each other before peeking into the bedroom. Ris let out a silent sigh of relief. It was Klaus.

Five knocked on the door. "You okay?"

"Hey. Yeah, I just…Long night. Klaus chuckled. "More than one, from the looks of it." said Ris, taking in his appearance Klaus looked different. Like the life had been sucked out of him.

"Yep." he said tiredly, pulling on a shirt. "Don't remember the dog tags." Five probed, shooting a quick glance at Ris. He knew something was going on too. 'Jetlag. He was scratching too'

"Yeah, they belonged to a friend." Klaus answered in the same tired toneless voice.

"How about that new tattoo?" Ris asked calmly. "You know, I don't totally remember even getting it. Like I said, it was a long night." Klaus said holding his head. 'Headache'

"Oh, Klaus you didn't…." Ris moaned rubbing her temples. "You did it, didn't you?" Five said smiling.

"What are you talkin' about?" Klaus asked confused, though Ris had a feeling he knew what Five was talking about. "You know, I can recognize the symptoms, Klaus." Five said walking up to him the ghost of a smile still on his face.

"Symptoms of what?" Klaus asked, collapsing onto the bed. "The jet lag. Full body itch. Headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain. You gonna tell me about it?" Five asked, edging closer to his brother.

Klaus rubbed his face looking up at his brother. Ris watched from the doorway, this was a rare moment of Five interacting and caring for someone other than Dolores and occasionally her.

"Your pals, when they broke into the house and they couldn't find you, they took me hostage instead." Klaus started. "And in return, you stole their briefcase." Five said turning to Ris smiling happily.

Ris understood why, that briefcase could fix all their problems. "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?" Five said now giddy with happiness. "Where." Ris supplied, nodding.

Five ignored her. "What difference does it make?" Klaus said clearly irritated by the conversation, but too tired to shut Five up. "What diff-Uh…Okay, how long were you gone? Five prompted. "Almost a year."

A year. Do you know what this means?"

"Yeah, I'm ten months older now." Klaus joked half-heartedly. Ris gave a sad smile. She understood the look on his face. It was a look of pure grief. Unfortunately Five didn't seem to understand.

"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?" Five asked impatiently

"Gone. I destroyed it. Poof." Klaus answered lost in his own thoughts. Five flipped from giddy almost high with happiness to pissed of asshole in the matter of seconds. His usually mood.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he burst out. "What do you care?" Klaus snapped back.

"What do I care? I needed it, you moron, so I could…I could get back. I could start over. Just…Just… Where you going?" Five said angrily. Ris freezing at his words. 'Start over'

"Interrogation's over, just leave." Klaus said walking away, the grieving look not leaving his face. Five turned to Ris. "What do we do now?" he asked.

She looked down staring at the floor, pursing her lips, glancing up at the ceiling deep in thought. Suddenly she turned to Five smiling. Five raised an eyebrow.

Picking up a piece of paper and a pen. She scribbled something down; handing it to Five a wicked grin on her face.

"They think we have the briefcase. Why should we tell them otherwise?"

Hiya Fandom! I am so sorry for the late update. I was super busy this week. But we got so more insight of what Ris's powers are?

Tell me your guesses in the reviews. PS Please Review! I really want to know what ya all think! PPS I have the looong weekend, so I might be able to give you a treat of posting twice in a week! I might even do three…Who knows…

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Till next time….