Here it is! Chapter five, which hopefully gives some more insight without being too predictable for y'all. Let me know what you think in the reviews!

"It's beautiful," Diego breathed, gaze sweeping over the otherworldly splendor before him, "Why haven't we ever gone here before?" He was fairly certain that the others couldn't hear his voice over the sound of water crashing into the depths. Of all the places they'd been, their current had to his absolute favorite. Their previous hideouts had been manmade wonders. The falls… they were just there, a part of nature. The thought of it all just disappearing in the future was almost enough to bring tears to his eyes. "Are we really?"

Five nodded. "Mosi-oa-Tunya, the Smoke that Thunders," he replied, "But because us white folks have a tendency to ignore the real history of places, the Victoria Falls were named after Queen Victoria of Britain by David Livingstone." He blinked. Those weren't his words. He hadn't come up with them. Someone else, the owner of the voice in his head, had said them first. There was no doubt about it. Five had been there before and he hadn't been alone. "We could probably stay here for a while," he called over the roar of the waterfalls, "I don't think it's been discovered by white travelers yet."

Together, they walked just far enough away from the falls to be able to hold a conversation without shouting. Klaus clutched his stomach as he felt it rumble. They hadn't eaten since Egypt. Thankfully, the backpacks were still just about full. It didn't take long for them to finish off the stale bread and move on to cans of tomato soup that Luther used one of Diego's knives to open just enough for them to drink out of. As far as 'not at home though they should be' meals go, Klaus had undeniably had worse. Because of the falls, a constant, faint mist kept them cool in the sub-Saharan climate. "I wouldn't mind if we stayed here forever," he sighed, lying back in the grass, "It's nice."

"We'll stay for as long as we can," Five agreed, "The Commission will catch up eventually, but until then…" He trailed off, still thrown by the realization that he actually could remember having been to the Falls before. If only he could remember who he had been there with, or even just why they'd gone there in the first place. Klaus was right though. It was nice. Unlike the other places though, the sun was already hanging low in the sky. He searched through their provisions, finding several bags of potato chips. Grabbing them, he walked around, searching for a decent collection of rocks and sticks. "No matter how hot and or humid it gets during the day, it'll get cold during the night," he explained when he sat back down and wrapped up his findings in Luther's coat, "Chips are ideal for making fires." He slapped Ben's hand away. "Which is why we won't be eating them."

Allison placated Ben by handing him a bag of sour gummy worms. "So we've got fuel for bonfires and enough food to last maybe three days," she murmured, "Sounds good to me." There wasn't anything holding them back from staying. With their trips to time, they didn't have any obligations. Her daughter hadn't been born yet, there was no custody battle. Diego could do his thing the moment the Commission caught up. Luther had time to find his purpose, Vanya had time to find her control. Klaus had never really had responsibilities, at least not voluntarily. Ben was just happy to be alive. "I guess we could call this a short vacation," she joked, pulling off the bowling shoes she was still wearing, "A nice chance to relax for the first time ever."

Something changed in the air then. They were free. Free to talk while they ate, to tell stories and play-fight. No more silent dinners and training. Klaus grinned. "Have I told you about this one model I dated once?" Seeing the incredulous looks on his siblings' faces, he laughed. "Oh, he was awful at so many things, even walking…"

Night fell and Five built the fire as his family cuddled up together. Opposite him, on the other side of the flames, Allison and Ben wrapped their arms around Klaus and Vanya, whispering among themselves. Diego and Luther sat close enough to each other to draw warmth without showing any real familial affection, as per usual. Five sat alone. He was used to colder nights. The apocalypse hadn't been pleasant. He found himself missing Delores just a little bit. She didn't say much, but she'd been someone to talk to. Lying back in the grass, Five looked up at the stars, his thoughts drifting to the dreams he'd had. The nearly blinding smile, the soft texture of hair running through his fingers. A deep sense of longing and loss settled heavily on his chest. He missed them, whoever they were. He'd known them well enough to miss them. As caught up in his thoughts as he was, he didn't notice the others falling asleep. Nor did he notice when thoughts turned into dreams.

He looked up. Sparkling, whiskey eyes gazed down at him, framed by long, dark lashes. They filled his entire vision, he was drowning in happiness and flecks of gold. Their noses touched. A laugh, genuine and joyful, reached his ears. His own. A gentle caress over his cheekbone. "I never want to leave this place."

"Me neither, but there are still so many places around the world to see."

His hands dove into tresses he couldn't see. His entire world was confined to the whiskey eyes above him. "I'll take you there," he vowed, "Wherever you want to go." Another laugh. His eyes closed as their foreheads met.

When he opened his eyes again, the warm presence of his dreamed companion was gone. There was a chill in the air, the sun still working its way up past the horizon. None of the others were awake. Luther and Diego lay back to back, and over the dying fire, Five could see Allison, Ben, Klaus, and Vanya tangled up in a heap that just couldn't be comfortable. Quietly, he got up to gather more twigs to add to the fire. His mind was whirling and even though he could feel the wood he'd picked up dig into his skin, he still remembered with startling clarity how it felt to tangle his fingers into the soft, smooth locks of his dreams.

"Good morning."

Five jumped, lifting his eyes from the waking fire to Vanya on the other side. "Hey." She carefully removed herself from the rest of the pile of limbs and walked around the snoring Diego and Luther to sit next to him. He gave her a half-smile. "How are you feeling about everything?"

Nudging him with her shoulder, Vanya smiled back at him. "I was going to ask you the same thing," she said, voice quiet, "You've been dealing with a lot." Five only raised his eyebrows at her, making her sigh. Really, she should've expected that he'd direct the attention away from his own feelings. He'd been so open with them recently and was bound to revert back to his closed-off ways sooner rather than later. "It's weird," she admitted, "All my life I thought I was just… you know, ordinary Number Seven."

"You've never been ordinary, Vanya."

Tears welled up so fast she never stood a chance against them. "I've never been like you guys," she hiccuped, "I never went on missions and I never had powers." A warm presence next to her alerted her to that someone else had woken up too. Through her tears, she could just barely make out Diego. He wiped her tears away and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her closer.

"Maybe you should consider the possibility that being 'ordinary' was what made you extraordinary," he suggested, rubbing her arm comfortingly, "You were never on missions, but you always had time for us when we needed you." For so long, he'd been furious with Vanya for her leaving and about the book. In hindsight, he could understand how isolated she must've felt, harboring all that power without even knowing it, waiting for a moment where she could break free. "We'll help you," he continued, "Like you helped us."

Standing, Five dusted himself off. "Well, let's get started then." He grinned crookedly when they looked up at him, surprised by his words. In reply, he tossed his head in the direction of a rockier part of their surroundings. It would be a good place to start her off. While he waited for his brother and sister to catch up, he took a moment to gather his thoughts. Vanya's powers were the ones they knew the least about and they had to test her capacity before…

"You've always been so impatient, Five, it's okay to start small."

He picked up a small rock, about three quarters the size of his fist. Start small. He could do that. Huh. Maybe the voice wasn't so useless after all. Five held the rock out to Vanya when she reached him. She looked from it, back up at him, and then she turned her gaze to Diego, who shrugged. "The last time you used your powers, you barely knew you had them," Five murmured, strict but not unkind, "You were angry and focused on that anger." He transferred the rock to her open palm, meeting her eyes. "This time, focus only on the rock."

"How do I know what to do with it?"

Diego walked a little closer. "You just kind of… feel it," he explained, wincing at how cheesy he sounded, "You'll know."

Anxiously, Vanya looked back down at the rock in her hand. She closed her eyes focused on the weight of it, letting the sound of the waterfall engulf her. She could feel the rush of energy she'd felt at the theater wash over her. She opened her eyes to find… absolutely nothing. Unable to contain her disappointment, she sagged a little. But Five had that look on his face, the one that he got whenever he was expecting something none of them were aware of yet. It made her want to live up to his expectations. He expected good things from her and it made her want to expect good things from herself. So she tried again.

Five grinned and Diego's attempt at hiding his smile was only halfhearted.

The rock floated serenely two inches above her open hand.

Once the others had woken up, they spent the whole day practicing. They all took turns, giving Vanya various objects of differing density to try to levitate. Then Five had Luther drag a series of larger rocks into a line. Vanya looked at them skeptically. "You want me to levitate even more rocks?"

"I want you to try pushing them away." He frowned thoughtfully. "Or blow them up," he added, "Whichever works."

"And if I can't?"

"Then we try again when you're ready."

That night, they sat around the bonfire and discussed Vanya's progress while eating a bunch of Twinkies. Five was struck with the overwhelming feeling of home. Even though they most certainly weren't at home, it felt like they could make one as they talked happily. It had been a shockingly good day. No Commission, only one visit from the voice, no apocalyptic indicators. He stared into the flames. It made him sick to think that he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so at peace, so carefree. Once again, the dreams he'd had came to mind. He hoped they'd take him back to that place when he fell asleep. The one with the light brown tresses and whiskey eyes and brilliant smile.

He stood in the place with all the doors again. They were surrounding him. Only, he recognized them. He saw the doorway from Angkor Wat, the stone columns from Machu Picchu. He reached for them and they disappeared. The double doors, still hanging crookedly, were there too. Without thinking, he reached out and pushed them open.

Blinding light. Then he was back. Faced with the sight of their shattered home, the memory of finding his siblings dead. He didn't understand. What was so important? He followed himself through the rubble, watching. Trying to figure out what kind of mind games he was playing with himself.

He saw his old self pick up Delores. Heard himself speak.

"There you are, Sun, I was wondering where you were."

With a gasp, Five tore himself free from the dream. He had more questions than answers, yet he felt like he understood a little bit more. Whatever it was he was looking for… it was connected to his time in the apocalypse. It had to be, otherwise he'd have been able to open those other doors. It was suddenly becoming a real possibility that his subconscious had locked the memories away. He didn't know why. Whether it was to protect him from the memories or the memories from apocalyptic him. It didn't matter. More than ever, Five was determined to find out what his mind was hiding.

Since he couldn't fall back asleep, he fed the fire before he lay back and looked up at the stars. It was ironic, and he was fully aware of it, but he missed the voice. With the exception of that morning, it had been silent since they arrived at Mosi-oa-Tunya. He knew it belonged to the person who visited his dreams. It made him trust it, made him wish it was there to offer little nuggets of wisdom.

"Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."

Well, that wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind. Five remembered reading Shakespeare growing up. Apparently, the owner of the voice was familiar with the Bard's works as well. Comforting, but not particularly helpful. Even then, a smile spread over his lips.

The next day was spent reminiscing about the few good childhood memories they had while they all got some practice in with their powers. Except for Five. Of course. But the mood wasn't as bright as it had been the day before. Their food supply was running low and they all longed for somewhere to wash off and really recuperate.

"… go to Ibiza."

Five almost laughed. It seemed the voice was in a good mood. "Hey, guys." His siblings turned to look at him. "Time to go."

With one final look at the stunning view, they all grabbed hold of each other and let Five whisk them away.