Now

Once again Five woke up earlier than Vanya that day. Although he wished he could be put at ease by her presence after the events of last night it seemed very unlikely. He felt everything coming back down on him. They were fucked. He felt a bit sick from last night's drinking and briefly remembered that he puked. His throat was soar.

He closed his eyes again and snuggled against the woman, burying himself into her collar bone. He just wanted a few moments before he would have to figure out what to do. His last lead got blown up literally and now he was left with no clue whatsoever about how to stop the apocalypse which was four days away.

At least with his face against Vanya's shoulder he could try and forget about it and just for a moment not be haunted by all of it. Just for one small moment.

He felt her shift a bit but ultimately she just leaned closer to him, her chin on the top of his head as if she was seeking his warm as well. It felt nice to be held like this in a bed with someone who cared for you, he realized. He got lost in the moment. He was sure he would doze off soon again, and actually didn't find that as the worst idea. Just a moment to not have to think about all of this. Before he knew it, however, he found himself kissing Vanya's shoulder or more likely the pajama shirt she was wearing.

He made a grimace wondering what the hell he was doing, when suddenly he opened his eyes and froze remembering exactly what happened last night.

He…oh…

He kissed Vanya.

He laid so still he felt that even asleep Vanya had to notice his tension because she pressed her face against his hair as if in comfort. Always quick to give him comfort even when he couldn't ask for it.

He was an idiot. How could he do that? How? How does one even…? Kiss his…? How could he just kiss her like that? He remembered the feeling. It was nice to have their faces pressed against each other and he remembered thinking Vanya was the sweetest and most caring person he ever knew. At some point he wanted to kiss her on the cheek and he did and then he…he kissed her on the lips and then what? Then there were pieces again. He remembered Diego being an ass and he punched him and then he was in Vanya's bed and they were talking, but he couldn't remember about what.

He was a mess.

He got out of the bed making sure not to wake her up trying not to feel like the worst person under the sun. He was such an asshole. He kissed her and she literally jumped away from him. That much he remembered.

He momentarily stopped in front of the doorway. He lost his last lead which meant he would have to do something he almost hoped he wouldn't. It was ridiculous, he killed so many people before and done things he could never take back or wash his hands from, but he still...he still carried this hope that maybe...

He looked at Vanya. He wondered if it was her who was making him so soft.

He teleported back to her side of the bed. In a quick moment he leaned down and kissed her cheek before he tugged the blanket higher over her shoulders so she wouldn't be cold.

'I'll be back,' he said mentally slapping himself because he didn't know that. He had no idea what exactly he would do now, but he couldn't just lay around with her waiting for the apocalypse to happen. He just couldn't.

As Five got out of the room making sure not to disturb Vanya he spotted Luther on the couch sitting still momentarily startled by Five's presence.

'Did you stay the night?' he asked frowning. Seriously, his siblings were unbelievable. They pushed Vanya away and then come to her home? What the hell?

Luther explained how Vanya told him he could stay after he carried Five. Of course, Vanya let the idiot stay...she was Vanya.

He rolled his eyes and motioned for him to come with him so they would not disturb her. She had a rough night thanks to him, she deserved her sleep.

'Come on,' he urged his brother to leave as the door to the bedroom sudden opened and Vanya walked out, 'You're leaving!'

She said it as an accusation and Five really felt like he let her down, 'I-I didn't want to wake you up.'

She crossed her arms, and he heard Luther, the traitor, chuckle.

'You're leaving without telling me?' she asked looking upset and hurt. It was rare for her to voice what she was really feeling. Usually she just went with everything accepting the rejection of others.

He raised his hands frustrated from her sudden outburst and shook his head before Luther spoke, 'Can we just talk about what you said last night? The end of the world and how we're all screwed?'

Five looked to him and then returned his gaze to Vanya who raised her eyebrows. It was clear she wanted him to tell Luther, so he gave in and told him everything filling out some things not even Vanya knew yet.

Luther looked shaken by all of this while Vanya was basically screaming the question at him, 'I never found you. You weren't there and neither was Ben, but then I found out from your book that he was...gone long before that,' he spoke and Vanya nodded shortly before she asked, 'Did you find yourself? Your own body?'

He shook his head quickly.

'Does that mean you already changed the timeline?' she asked, that pesky hope hinted in her voice.

'In some ways, but we cannot be sure if it was enough or not. I have to find out who-'

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door which caused Vanya to jump a bit and Five to immediately teleport in front of her just as Luther stood up.

'Go hide into the bedroom,' said Five pushing her toward that direction just as they heard Diego's voice.

'Damn it, open the door!'

Vanya went around Five but he beat her to it opening the door for their brother only for him to slam it into him and barging in, 'You piece of shit!'

He got in his face punching him without a warning. Well, he supposed he deserved that for last night.

'Stop it!' cried out Vanya as she and Luther tried to reach them.

Five pushed Diego away from him feeling the pain from his nose shot through him, 'The hell?'

'Do you have any idea what you did?' he asked looking as furious as ever. Five remembered that he punched him yesterday after he was rude to Vanya, but this wasn't some revenge. This was fresh and directed toward him.

'What the hell is this about?' asked Luther looking at Diego trying to sort of shield Five from him. He wanted to point out that he didn't need anyone's protection, but Diego started to talk.

He spilled the beans about Griddy's connecting everything which happened including the attack at the Academy back to him.

'It is my concern, now! They just killed my friend!' said Diego with hurt behind his eyes and Five felt a small stab of guilt for whatever happened.

Luther looked at them, 'Who are they Five?'

He looked over to Vanya who was still just silently watching all this waiting for him to speak. He left that part even from her. He wished he wouldn't have to tell her, but he couldn't hide it any longer.

He swallowed as he said, 'They work for my previous employer. A woman...called the Handler. She must have sent them to stop me. Then, soon as Diego's friend got in their way, well fair game,' he said knowing he sounded heartless.

He looked over at Vanya who was still just silently looking at all of them. He felt the urge to explain himself to her. To explain what was happening, to make her out of all the people, understand. He wanted to make her understand what he had to do to get back here.

'Well, now they're my fair game,' cut in Diego to the silent staring contest before he went for the door.

He tried to stop him, 'They've killed people far more dangerous than you.'

But Diego was already out of the door. The three remaining people were awkwardly and unsure what to say staring at each other before Vanya suddenly clapped her hands, 'I will make coffee.'

Luther opened his mouth a bid dumbfounded before he nodded, 'Black with milk and two sugars would be great.'

Vanya nodded at him and then looked at Five. Despite all of his secrets she didn't look disgusted. Instead the most amazing person he knew shot him a small smile as if silently telling him she would make him coffee too, already knowing how he liked it. She always knew how he liked things.

He felt ashamed. He felt utterly ashamed as he realized just how much of a good and accepting person Vanya really was while he... he was a monster. A killer hired by the Commission, who took every last bit of humanity and consciousness he had left and ripped it away from him.

They sat down behind the table to drink the coffee which was when Vanya finally spoke to him directly, 'You killed people too? When you worked for the...the Handler lady?'

He looked up at her and nodded shortly. He wished Luther wasn't in the room. He wasn't good with words, but he felt that if it was just the two of them he could tell her, he would explain it all to her, and make her understand. He knew she would understand, or he prayed she would because if she thought him a monster, a killer, there was no hope for him at all, and he would not have it.

'But you had a code, right?' asked Luther and he really wished he didn't.

'I killed who had to be killed to secure the timeline,' he said knowing that it made him sound even more like the cold-hearted bastard that he knew he was.

'Yeah, but not innocent people-,' started Luther, but Vanya cut in, 'It's okay. Let's not push it too much.'

She looked at Five with that calm and understanding expression which always eased him up no matter how worked out he got about something. He once again felt grateful toward her.

She offered him a quick touch, brushing his wrist for a moment, her finger caressing his tattoo. It was all the assurance he needed.

'So what do we do now?' she asked looking from one to another, 'The eye is a dead end, but there has to be something we... something which can be done. Anything.'

Hope was never Vanya's strong suit and neither was Five's but in the face of almost certain death of everything they knew, it was at least something to hold onto. Even if it was a cruel and terrible thing to begin with. Hope could destroy you, ruin and break you so hard you could never be fixed. That was at least what hoped did to him every time he dared himself to allow it.

But when he looked at her...

When he saw how she was desperate for it, for anything really to save her, to save them, to save the world, he couldn't help himself but got consumed by it again.

'Vanya,' he found himself saying her name.

'Yes?'

'Play me a Vivaldi,' he told her earning a surprised look from both her and Luther which made him smirk at them.

17 years ago

Number Five found out a very long time ago that he was different from his siblings. He knew that in reality all of them were different, but there was something which separated him even more from them. He was bright. He knew all his siblings were clever in their own way and some smarter than the others, but they were never on the same level as he was. He sensed it from the way they never seemed to get drawn in their own thoughts. Sometimes it was incredibly hard to concentrate on the formulas and equations running wildly in his brain, not even making any sense to him. Sometimes it literally felt like his brain was broken and he couldn't think straight and was left just trying to find some way out of his mind.

Then he heard it.

Vanya was playing again.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary. It was the time of the day for her practice. She played every day ever since their father gave her the violin. Probably the only thing he ever let her have. It was her only constant companion in the house when they were away and sadly even when they were home.

The reason it caught his interest was because the music immediately brought him back from the chaos of his thoughts. It wasn't all that surprising. He read that classical music had good effects on the brain.

Without a second thought to lose, he teleported himself into her bedroom right on top of her bed. He had spent two nights inside her room, so he was a bit more familiar with the layouts.

Vanya didn't even seem to notice him as she continued to play, so he pulled his notebook out of his pocket and started to write down his equations before he would lose them again. His mind subconsciously listen to the music taking in which parts he liked and which parts not while his brain worked on his time travelling project.

He didn't even realize he was writing on her wall to be completely honest until Vanya jumped in front of him and tried to chase him away.

'Don't do that!' she said her voice a bit shaken. Despite that she was upset, he liked the change. Passive, obedient and quiet Vanya was not fun compared to the wild, alive and loud Vanya. Although that was something she only dared herself to be around him from the looks of it.

'Did you run out of paper?' she asked a bit frustrated. He glanced at her feeling oddly intrigued by her behavior. He wondered why was it that if others were like this he would be annoyed but with her he was intrigued.

'I needed more space to see if I was right,' he said as a matter of fact.

She sighed annoyed a bit and tried to stop him from writing on her wall again.

'I liked the third song,' he said as he stopped writing on it and picked his notebook to continue there.

'Oh, Vivaldi,' she said. He could hear the smile in her voice and when he looked up sure enough there it was playing softly on her lips lightening up her whole face.

He returned to his notes briefly getting lost again. He almost asked her to play for him again, but stopped himself, feeling oddly embarrassed to have such a request for her. He also assumed that if she stopped then she did not wish to play anymore for now.

'Hey, are you coming downstairs, Five?' he suddenly heard Number One ask him. He knew he only asked him and immediately felt upset about it. Ever since they were little their father always pushed the idea into their heads that Vanya was different than them. She couldn't train, or study with them which ultimately lead to them dismissing her from all the activities they did together. It was just the way they were thought to act around her their whole life. He understood that. He himself acted like that more often than not, until he started to sleep with her in the bed, but it wasn't right and the others should know this as well.

Even if he would rather stay here with her in the quiet of her room, Five asked her without raising his head, 'Do you want to go downstairs?'

When no answer came, he rose his head and looked over at her. She blinked surprised, probably only now realizing that he was talking about her and embarrassedly shook her head before lowering it to her book.

Luther left, and he returned to his notes, until he felt her nudge him, 'Thanks.'

'What for?'

'For…just for being…you,' she said hesitating.

'I don't know what you mean,' he told her hoping it sounded as nonchalant as possible while he felt his ears burning up for some reason.

'Okay,' she chuckled suddenly and his head snap into her direction. It was so abrupt it shook the whole bed.

She looked up at him still smiling kindly before she grimaced a bit. Five was…well he was utterly stunned because of that sound. That chuckle was just so…so…

Gosh, that was so adorable

He couldn't even handle it, and he did not understand what was happening.

Vanya blinked, 'What?'

He ducked back to his notes trying to hid his embarrassment feeling his stomach flipping in a nervous way, 'Nothing. Uh, continue.'

Now

It was the first time he heard Vanya play since he got back, but he immediately felt that it was different. Over the years she have gotten better which was understandable since she was working in the concert hall, but he also spotted something which was lacking in her previous performances. There was emotion and passion. Before her melody was always flawless, and beautiful, but now comparing it…

It was like it was chained when she was kid, now however, it was free and breathtakingly beautiful. For a moment, it even caused him to lose focus on his notes before he returned to them. Vanya's wall now looked very much like his own, covered in numbers and equations which only made sense to him.

His brother asked for results and Vanya stopped playing, but he wasn't finished yet and told them both what he got, earning a dreadful silence.

'F-five,' he heard Vanya say and he turned around for the first time seeing the look on her face. He said something wrong.

'You can't just kill innocent people,' said Luther dramatically while Vanya watched him. Her face wasn't disappointed or sad, but it was hard to read her now. He was always so sure he could tell what was going on in her head, but now he had nothing.

'It doesn't matter. These people would still be dead if the apocalypse happens just like the rest of us,' he told Luther and got down from Vanya's kitchen table only now remembering he got up to reach the higher parts of the wall.

'This could actually cause alteration to the time to prevent it,' he spoke seeing that his siblings were not following.

Vanya took a step closer. He hoped she wasn't planning to smoother him and act like he was a child.

'You said that not even the fact that you're here now could change anything. So are you sure killing these people would?'

He bit the inside of his cheek, 'It's the best chance right now.'

'We don't just kill innocent folks on the street, alright?'

Luther started to be his usual difficult self while Vanya remained silent. It was always a harsh contest with Number One who always assumed he knew everything because he used to be the leader.

'Alright, stop,' said Vanya suddenly and rose her hands, 'Is there really no other way. Nothing, except killing some gardener and cook? This will stop the apocalypse?' she asked.

He could never fool her. He could outsmart anyone, but not her. She knew him better than anyone, even with the years apart. She could see through him. Just like he could see through her.

'Maybe…'

'Maybe what?' asked Luther and he looked back at him, 'Maybe there is another way, but it's almost impossible.'

He looked at Vanya who shrugged her shoulders, 'As impossible as you teleporting? Or time traveling twice?'

Oh, Vanya.

From all his siblings, it always felt like she was the only one who could read him when no one else could.

He looked away at Dolores.

Tell them! You have to tell them everything!

'Maybe there is one other way. But…I don't know…'

I don't want to do that! I don't want to leave you!

He didn't say it though instead he started to work on another, different plan.

They were silent in the car as they drove. After he figured out that Klaus stole Hazel and Cha-Cha's suitcase, he constructed a plan which would either save the human race or kill them all before they had time to stop the apocalypse.

As he drove, he noticed Vanya was looking at him through the mirror. He could only imagine what was going through her mind as she now knew he used to be a killer. She didn't look at him like she was ashamed or upset with him. She looked actually a bit curious, yet sad. Did she feel betrayed by the fact that he didn't tell her about the Commission sooner? Did she saw him differently now that she knew? Did she want to talk about last night?

No, no, don't think about that. You don't have time to think about that!

So many questions and with Luther in the car with them there was little time to actually talk. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to tell her that he didn't enjoy it. That he didn't enjoy killing people and watching how they die. He just...he just did what he had to do to survive, to come back and be with her-them...

'Your hair is down today,' said Five catching the blush on Vanya's face in the mirror as he drove her and Luther in one of their father's cars. The old man would have a field day if he could see them all now in his car.

'Uh, just...something I decided to try again,' she said and nodded looking very flushed for some reason.

'It's nice,' he said before he could stop himself. He looked over at Luther, but his brother, on the passenger's seat seemed to be lost in his own thoughts too much to care.

She gave him a small smile as he stopped in front of the concert hall.

She looked over at it. For a moment he thought she would ask him to take her with them. For a moment he could see the defiance. He could see in her eyes that she wanted to beg, and demand that she would go with them. For a moment he could see that she wanted to rebel against every damn time she was told she couldn't do something or go somewhere, or wasn't enough or important enough.

It was right there, in her eyes and if she let it out he didn't know what would he have done because a part of him really did not want to leave her just yet...

However, he saw her close her eyes and accept the fact that she was told far too many times that she couldn't.

He turned around toward her and wished that Luther wasn't in the car with them for like the millionth time that day, 'I will come back.'

She made a grimace, but nodded shortly before she reached her hand and touched his shoulder, 'I'll be waiting.'

As Vanya opened the door, Five had this unbelievable urge to stop her, to tell her to come with them, or just to take her into his arms and hold her for a second feeling like he didn't touch or held her enough times since he got back.

'V-Vanya,' he found himself saying as she said her goodbyes to Luther.

She looked over at him.

'Good luck...good luck with the first chair,' he said and she nodded, 'I will do my best.'

'You better. I don't accept seconds best you know,' he said his heart beating like a drum as he wanted to say something else. Anything else. Something more, but he didn't.

She smirked, 'I know.'

When she closed the door, Five immediately started the car not trusting himself if he stayed there longer.

It wasn't until he was a block away when Luther spoke, 'Did you...did you talk about what you're going to do if we stop the apocalypse-'

'I can't deal with this right now,' said Five firmly and Luther for once allowed him his small peace not arguing about it.

Five's eyes remained on the road to their rendezvous point with Hazel and Cha Cha. He couldn't get distracted anymore. He had to focus on the task. He had to stop the apocalypse. He just had to. Whatever it would take.

17 years ago

Five didn't cry a lot. Their father saw crying as weakness. Something to be avoided at all cost. The rest of his siblings who often cried because of hard practices and training always tried to hid it, but all of them could see that they were crying or just cried. He didn't usually think about how they cried more often than him because it simply wasn't something someone usually thought of.

However, when he brought his idea of time travelling once again to his father, the man basically ruined him right there on the spot like he was some little kid and not a superhero who stopped armed robberies and kidnappers and did tones of grownup things. He humiliated him so brutally it caused everyone to stay still and in complete silence from shock or fear.

Five felt so ashamed and humiliated like never before during the course of his thirteen year old life. It took all his mind to push it all down not daring to say one word as he was afraid he would start crying right there on the spot.

'Permission to leave?'

'Granted,' almost barked the old man.

He could sense his brothers' and sisters' eyes on him as he left the dining table, feeling like each step was taking in forever. He didn't meet anyone's eyes as he passed them and went up the stairs.

Everyone was used to their father's cruel remarks and how he occasionally brought each of them down. He usually had an argument with the man rebelling against his words, but not this time. This time he didn't feel like talking at all. This time he hit him hard by calling him pathetic and childish and basically stupid. He felt just so tired.

Five just wanted to lay in his bed and hid from the world like a coward this one time. Just this once.

When he heard someone knock at his door and come in, he didn't look up. He didn't look up because he knew there was only one person who would come to his room like that after what happened.

She sat down on the bed next to him for a moment not saying anything before she lied down.

He remained silent as well as he brushed his face not wanting her to see his tears even though she could hear him sob.

She didn't say anything for a while before she suddenly made the bed shift with her movement and hugged him from behind.

He didn't know what she was doing, but he let her, putting his hand over hers just letting her hold him for a while as he tried to calm down. Usually it was Vanya who needed someone to hold her close, but today he was grateful that she could hold him. He was grateful that she was strong enough to do so without asking him to talk.

At times he was sure Vanya was the only one who understood him completely without words just like he understood her.

Some time has passed before he turned around to face her.

'I'm going to time travel,' he told her his confidence returning even though his voice was weaker than ever.

'I know.'

'I will prove him wrong,' he said trying to assure both of them.

Vanya sighed, 'I hope so.'

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'Nothing, I just don't want to lose you,' she told him honestly causing his stomach do the flip again.

'You won't. I will always come back remember?'

She nodded, but he could tell she wasn't convinced.

He watched her for a moment before he smirked and asked, 'How about a deal?'

Now

Seeing the Handler brought many emotions he rather not feel in that moment. He wanted to kill the bitch right on the spot remembering all the things she forced him to do. She almost made him forget who he was. He almost lost himself in the killer she made of him. Fortunately, Vanya helped him remember. She was slowly bringing him back from the sleep the Handler had put him into when she tried to erase his consciousness completely. Vanya was bringing him back, the real him.

He had to leave with her though. There was no other way. He had to leave and figure out more about the apocalypse right from the source. It took him a while to get to the file. It wasn't easy. He didn't know how much time passed but if he was correct it wouldn't matter, he would just have to go back to the same day.

He knew the Handle was right next to him in the stupid bathroom. The bitch didn't trust him no matter what she said. She was playing with him just like he was.

It was risky. Five knew it was incredibly risky, but he still found himself slowly opening the file to look inside. Anything could be used. Anything could help him change it all and save them.

He had to put it away because the Handler walked out of the stroll. He cursed the woman and hid the file underneath his sweater. He had to look later.

The mind games with her were exhausting. Both of them knew that the other one was lying and hiding something. He remembered the time he found them amusing, and a nice way to stimulate the lack of interactions he received over the last four decades alone in the post-apocalypse world, but not anymore. Now, when he felt on his own skin, what it was like to be home, to be in the real world, where you could just lay in bed with someone who cared for you without a second motive and just wanted for you to be safe and happy, he hated the life the Handler made him live. It was the necessary evil to help him get back home, but it meant nothing to him now, he didn't want it anymore no matter what the Handler would offer him. The only thing he wanted more than anything was to stop the apocalypse and go to bed in Vanya's tiny apartment with her. He felt just so tired about all of this.

He took the grenades from her office hiding them in his pocket.

On his way out he looked over at Dot, the woman who orchestrated the smooth run of the apocalypse, and she looked nervous. Whatever was her main plan for the apocalypse must have been backfiring for some reason.

'It's not working, ma'am,' he heard her as he went around the corner. 'She's avoiding him. They were supposed to start a relationship, but it's obvious she's not interested in him. She even threw away the flowers.'

'No worries, we just have to think of another way,' said the Handler calmly.

Five frowned.

Who is she? And who is she avoiding?

He followed Dot to Tube room seeing the assignment she handed to Gloria. He had one shot at this.

He knocked the woman unconscious without a second to spare and grabbed the tube almost ripping the message inside with how fast he was trying to open it only to completely froze when he did.

Reassignment: Separate Vanya Hargreeves from Number Five at all costs. Do not kill.

'What?'

This was a trap, and he walked right into it like an idiot. The Handler asked him to come with her not because she wanted his skills, but because she needed to separate him from Vanya, and he did it. He did it again, and played right into the Commission's cards like the idiot that he was. He wasn't clever, no, he was far from it. He was an idiot.

Foolish boy, you're confidence will once be your downfall. A person who assumes he is the smartest in the room will always fail. The old man's words echoed in his mind from the day he shot down his time travelling ideas in front of his siblings and he ran away crying only for Vanya to come comfort him. She always came, she always waited, and he left her again...

He thought he could trick the Commission, but instead they tricked him.

Maybe that was why he didn't find his own body in the future because he left. He left Vanya just like he always did.

His mind ran through million thoughts in a second in a chaotic tornado until he swallowed hard and pushed the paper into his pocket.

He immediately started to work writing fake assignments to both Hazel and Cha-Cha before he let them up the tubes. He felt like throwing up in that moment.

Vanya? Vanya! The hell has Vanya to do with all of this?

Why was it important to keep them apart? And do not kill? What did it mean?

'Five?' he heard the Handler's voice suddenly and looked up only to find her looking at him confused as to why was he there.

'Where's Gloria?' she asked and he shrugged his shoulders trying to calm down, 'Couldn't find her.'

The Handle looked around spotting the woman behind the desk before she turned back to Five. Her expression cold blooded. She was finally putting down the facade. Good, he was tired of this charade anyway.

'You're a great disappointment to me,' she said and he would be pleased if he wasn't so eager to get the hell out of there.

'You can't change what's to come, Five,' she told him looking so sure of herself that just for that look on her face alone, he wanted to prove her wrong.

'I truly find it so odd that you can't shed this fantasy away. You're a first rate pragmatist. You belong here with us, nowhere else,' she said and he let out a dark chuckle, 'That's what you would like me to think, wouldn't you? That you broke me, ruined me, changed me into a killer so profoundly that I will never find a place anywhere else. But you're wrong. I belong somewhere, and it's not here with you.'

She shook her head a mocking laugher escaping her mouth, 'You think it's with her? You think we don't know about her? About what you feel for her? You think she can accept what you are? Who you are? We never made you a killer, Number Five, you always were one,' she told him, 'We just allowed you to use your full potential.'

He wanted to kill her for even mentioning her, but thought better of it.

He smirked, 'And now I'm gonna use it to stop you.'

The Handler pulled out a gun and fired at him.

He teleported just in time hearing the alarm echoing through the place. He had to be quick. He hid from her as he heard her coming closer, 'What's the rush, Five? We're just getting started.'

Five patiently counted. He counted the number of bullets the Handler had left before he finally reached the empty gun and teleported in front of her and she without hesitation pointed the gun at him, 'I saved you. I brought you here to the real world. I saved you from a lifetime of loneliness and solitude. You owe me!'

She pulled the trigger only to realize it was empty.

He smirked cockily again, 'Someone did brought me back. Someone did save me from a lifetime of loneliness and solitude, and I do owe a debt,' he teleported again behind her pulling out one of the grenades he stole from the Handler's office earlier, from his pocket, 'But it's not to you.'

He pulled the safety and rolled it to her feet. Five rushed out to the Briefcase room grabbing one of the briefcases and throwing another grenade there before he opened the suitcase and jumped through it.

For a moment he was falling and then the next he landed on the hard wooden bar in his house.

I'm getting to old for this stuff.

He rolled off it being caught by Allison and Luther. He could see Diego and Klaus were there too, but the most important person was missing as usual from their family meetings.

'Are you alright?'

'Who did this to you?'

'Irrelevant,' he said snatching Allison's plastic coffee cup as he stumbled to his feet, his side hurt and he felt like shit, but none of that mattered. Nothing mattered except her, because to him...she always mattered

He drank the coffee at one go before he threw the cup and looked at his siblings dead serious, 'Where the hell is Vanya?'

A.N: Thank you all for all the support you have been showing this pair and story. I look forward to every time I can find out what you think. I decided to post this chapter earlier. I am not sure when will be the next one. Hopefully before Friday. I am glad you all love this story so much and I can't wait he read what you have to say about this chapter. NOW edited by moira33

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