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Having gotten used to the sudden jumps, Allison landed on her feet alongside Diego. They immediately shoved their siblings behind a corner when voices reached their ears, coming closer and closer. Hearts beating a mile a minute, they all pressed closer to the wall. Thankfully, the voices seemed to change directions as they faded into nothing. Allison was close to tears, though she wasn't sure why. Stress was sure to be a factor, as well as relief. Fear. Their luck had run out, and Five had landed them in a place where there were people. Machu Picchu had been abandoned. The Sphinx hadn't even been discovered yet. Where the hell were they?

Ben silenced Five when he noticed that his brother was waking up. "People," he whispered, "We're not safe." Helping him stand, Ben looked around. There was a doorway a few yards away that led to a seemingly empty room. It probably wouldn't remain empty for long, but it was a refuge while they all gathered their thoughts and steadied their breathing. Maybe they could figure out what was going on with Five too. It couldn't be good for him, all the jumping through time. While landing among people could get all of them killed, none of them knew Five's limits when it came to time travel. There had to be a point where he was stretched too thin. "Come on," he whispered, pointing his siblings in the direction of the doorway.

They quickly lowered themselves to the floor, sitting with their backs against the wall low enough for their heads to stay out of sight. Luther turned to Five. "What was that?" The look on his brother's face startled him out of his anger. He looked so uncharacteristically torn, a panicked gleam in his eyes that starkly contrasted the frustrated growl he let out at being scolded. But there was longing there too. For what, Luther didn't know. Five looked like a cornered animal. "Five, are you—"

"I don't know who you are," he whispered, "I'm sorry."

The Hargreeves siblings exchanged terrified looks. Five didn't apologize. Not often anyway. But to hear him plead for forgiveness with someone who they couldn't even see… that was scary. Klaus glanced around, just to be sure. But there were no ghosts. For the time being, they were alone. Carefully, mindful of the fact that Five could snap his neck within seconds, Klaus scooted over to sit next to him and wrapped his arms around his trembling brother. A gesture the former assassin allowed, shocking all of them. "Who are you talking to?"

"I don't know."

"That's okay," Klaus soothed, "Rest a little and we'll talk more about it later, yeah?" The others looked at him uncertainly. Last time Five slept, they'd wound up somewhere they could be caught and killed. But Klaus glared at them all. He knew what hearing voices was like. He hated them. Whenever they came to visit, he'd always wished someone had held him. And now Five needed someone to do that for him. "Do you know where we are," he asked gently, "Do you remember that?"

"Angkor Wat," Five replied extracting himself from Klaus' arms, "We're in Cambodia." He wanted to sleep, wanted to return to the mesmerizing smile. The warmth it induced… he wished he could feel it again. So familiar, so cleansing. He'd felt free, unburdened. He wanted to go back. "It used to be a temple in honor of the Hindu god Vishnu, but I think it's a Buddhist temple now."

They all curled up as much they could as more voices came closer and passed them by. Vanya looked at Five. "Have you been here before?" The hopelessness he emitted sent chills down her spine. He looked like he'd lost all fight as he shrugged. He didn't know. None of them did. "That settles it for me," she stated quietly, "Next time, don't fight it." All eyes turned to her and she stared at them imploringly. Five was hurting. Something inside of him wanted him to go to all these different places and she wanted to know why. "Stop fighting it," she reiterated, "Just go where the voice tells you to."

"Is that such a good idea?"

"Oh, shut up, Luther!"

Several shocked gasps. Allison clutched her throat, unable to believe that the sound had come from her. For days, she hadn't been able to speak. And then suddenly she could. "What in the world?" She had to be dreaming. There was no way she was actually speaking again. She looked at Five, who usually had some sort of logical explanation. He sat with his head leaned back against the stone wall behind him, eyes closed. The only indication that he was alive was his regular breathing and the rapid eye movement indicating another dream.

Five relished in the feel of the sun's warm rays. Something tickled his face and he opened his eyes to find himself engulfed in light brown tresses with blonde scattered throughout. He laughed, reaching up to run a finger along the side of the still obscured face…

"Why are you doing this?"

Diego jumped, whirling around to face Lila. He'd left his siblings for a while, hoping to find a way out of the temple. The longer they stayed, the higher the risk of getting caught. Five wasn't ready to take them anywhere yet and until he was, they needed a safe place to stay. Somewhere out of sight. Somewhere away from Lila and the Commission. "I could ask you the same thing," he muttered, crouching down behind a bush while a group of monks walked past, "I told you, I'm not letting you take Five."

"If you'd just listened to me, you would know that I'm not here for him," Lila retorted, hands on her hips, "There is something he needs to know and—"

"Alright, listen," Diego interrupted, grabbing her upper arms so she had to look squarely at him, "It doesn't matter." She raised her eyebrows skeptically. There must've been something in his face that erased any doubts she had, as she got serious and nodded solemnly. "Five's not… okay," he whispered, hunching down when even more monks passed their hiding place, "We, his own family, can't be around him without him almost taking our heads off, which is why we're doing this."

"Why?"

"He's got a voice in his head?"

Lila ignored the way his answer sounded more like a question than a statement and looked at him disparagingly. "Are you serious?" He raised his eyebrows inquiringly, though it was clear he'd rather she wasn't there at all. She gestured in the vague direction of his siblings. "Let me see if I've got this right," she muttered, "Rather than putting your brother in an asylum, where he belongs, you're following him around the world, chasing God knows what, because a voice in his head tells him to?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Unbelievable."

"Hey, be fair," Diego protested, "It's not as though he'd stay in the asylum if we left him there!" He almost laughed when Lila made a face and then nodded, conceding his point. But only almost. She was, after all, supposed to be an opponent, not a friend. "I'm serious, Lila," he warned, "If Five sees you, he will kill you."

With a heavy sigh, Lila gave another nod. "Just… tell him that things have gone wrong with Commission," she told him, picking up her briefcase, "I'm not the only one looking for him anymore."

The others looked up when he returned. "I found a clearing maybe twenty minutes away," he announced, "I didn't meet anyone on the way, so it should be safe." He helped Five off the floor, anxious over how willingly he came along. Diego was expecting a fight. Leading the way, he leaned down to whisper in Five's ear. "The woman, she was here," he divulged quietly, "She says that she's not after you, but that there are others who are looking for you now."

"She got away?"

Unable to tell him the truth, Diego nodded. "She left the message, then grabbed her briefcase and vanished."

Five looked thoughtful. He didn't doubt for a second that the woman was telling the truth about others in the Commission coming after him. But he couldn't help but wonder how bad it had gotten if someone actually felt the need to warn him. That was the upside to the voice in his head, he supposed. If he didn't know where and when he was going, the other pursuers wouldn't know either until it was too late. Well, all except the one who'd left the message. But she'd had ample opportunity to kill him without taking it, so he was inclined to at least consider letting her live.

Once they arrived at the clearing, Five slumped against a tree. He could still feel it, the phantom whispers of hair against his skin. What was wrong with him? All the places, the strange dreams. How hard had he hit his head when they landed in the Sixties? "It's all connected somehow," he murmured, mostly to himself, "I feel like I've been here."

"Been where," Allison asked carefully, "Here?"

"Everywhere." Five pursed his lips, brows furrowed deeply. "Everywhere we've been so far… I've felt like maybe I've been there before," he explained, "I just can't remember when or why." Yet it had all been so vivid. The pressing heat in Egypt, the buildings in Machu Picchu, even the forest around them in that moment, they gave him a sense of déjà vu. And the dreams, the sensation of hair brushing against him and the happiness he'd felt when subjected to that smile… it was all so real. They felt more like memories than dreams. Memories he couldn't even remember experiencing.

Ben patted his shoulder. "We'll figure it out," he promised, "Vanya's right, you shouldn't waste energy on fighting it, not when we might get some answers if we just follow along." Five nodded, but he had a faraway expression on his face, as though he wasn't really hearing or seeing them at all. A sneaking suspicion told Ben that Five wasn't telling them everything that was weighing him down. But that was actually so very like him that Ben felt more relieved than anything else. Deep down, their brother was still the same old post-apocalyptic Five. "Is it telling you anything right now?"

"No, not yet."

"Will you be ready to travel when it does?"

"I have been so far." And he had been. Sure, he needed a break from his powers afterward, but he could make the jump when they needed to. "You can't be serious about coming with me to find out what's going on," he hedged, not wanting to discuss the risks he knew existed for his health, "It's got nothing to do with you."

"Well, that's not true at all, considering that we're all stuck in Cambodia with you," Allison replied, raising her eyebrows at him.

"I liked it better when you couldn't talk."

"I heard a rumor—" She was cut off by Klaus clamping a hand over her mouth and she resisted the urge to bite him.

Klaus waited until Allison stopped resisting before he let her go. "As much as I love that we're all back to arguing like we always have, even I know now isn't the time." He turned to Five, who eyed them both with distaste. "What Allie here means to say is that you are our brother and we will happily help you chase down your demons."

"I don't think they are demons." Luther shrugged when Five looked at him. "I mean, you haven't woken up screaming from a nightmare and the places we've gone are all beautiful, one way or another," he explained sheepishly, "Sure, it's not ideal that you haven't been able to control where we go, but you can't say that it's been all bad."

Well, that was unexpected. Five couldn't help but regard Luther in a completely different light. Not only because the sun was starting to sink. After so many years of being Reginald Hargreeves' favorite, the Number One, Luther Hargreeves wasn't as stupid as Five had always believed. Maybe there was a little more brain to all the brawn after all. "You're right," he murmured, "It's not all bad."

"…the Victoria Falls… commonly called Mosi-oa-Tunya…"

He stood. "It's time." Holding out his hands, Five sighed heavily. "At least we're prepared this time." The swirling vortex above them emitted a faint sound of roaring water crashing down. All they could do was hope that they wouldn't get soaked when they landed.