Hello! As you're about to notice a short part of this chapter contains a dialogue in Portuguese. I will not be translating. If you don't speak or read the language, use Google or skip that part. I hope you enjoy it anyway, and that you can take the time to tell me what you think of the story.

They regained their footing just outside a village. Five looked around, astonished. He remembered. Not everything. But he remembered being there. He remembered the people, could recall hearing their accent and walking along the streets before. There was, if he wasn't mistaken, a small grocery store not too far away. "This way," he said, "We need to get some food."

He led them along the streets, weaving in and out of the crowd. Vanya held on to Diego, trying not to get lost in the throngs. He held her hand tightly and she truly felt like a little sister, safe with her brother. A thought that, granted, didn't help much when she almost crashed into him. He'd stopped. "What happened?"

"Five's gone in there." Diego pointed to a tiny little shop. To his utter disbelief, he heard Five converse with the old man behind the counter. In Portuguese.

"Bom dia, senhor," Five greeted, giving the man a smile, "Como tem passado?"

The man smiled back. "Cá andamos," he replied, "Uns dias melhores, uns dias piores." He shrugged, watching his visitor move around in the shop, picking up various items. "O negócio está lento," he continued, curious to see what the boy would say, "Já sabe como é."

"Claro que sim." He picked up a bushel of grapes and some apples.

"Está de visita com a família?"

Five nodded, corner of his mouth quirking up. "Sim, chegamos agora de Espanha," he told the shopkeep, "Infelizmente não vamos ficar muito tempo."

The shopkeep nodded in understanding. "Não são destes lados."

"Não, senhor," Five confirmed, "Americanos."

"Ah!" He gave another friendly smile. "É bom saber que o nosso português está a chegar às américas," he said happily, "Sejam muito bem-vindos a Portugal!"

Placing his chosen fruits on the counter, Five grinned back, unable to help himself. "Obrigado," he replied, "Quanto lhe devo?"

When he left the shop, his family stared at him incredulously. Ben's jaw hung open, as did Klaus. Though the former looked shocked while the latter seemed delighted. Allison was the first to shake off her surprise. "Since when do you know Portuguese," she asked, raising her eyebrows, "Did you learn during your time with the Commission?"

Shrugging, Five put his purchase in one of the backpacks, trying to remember where he'd gone other than the village during his last visit. "I don't know," he said, looking around for some quiet space between houses where he could take them to wherever the strange tingling in his chest wanted him to go, "I can't remember learning." That was technically a lie, one he intended to keep up until he was certain. He'd remembered, when he walked into the store, that he'd held someone's hand the last time he'd been in Portugal. It was likely that the person he had been there with, who he was growing more confident was the same person as the one in his dreams, had taught him. "I think I know where we can find a place to stay for the night," he stated, swiftly changing the subject, "Hold on."

After so many trips to so many places, the Hargreeves had gotten used to the quick landings. Vanya looked around as they appeared in what looked like a vineyard or a winery. They were much higher up, and the view was unbelievable as she gazed down into the valley. Around them, vines grew, several of them heavy with grapes. So far, Portugal was her favorite place they'd been to. The view, the far easier access to food, the warmth. Though she knew they couldn't stay long, she could definitely see herself going back someday in the future. If they managed to fix it, of course. "Where did you say we were exactly?"

"The Douro Valley," Five replied, already heading up toward the house farther up the hill, "Known for its wines, actually." Intuition and that gnawing familiarity that had settled in the village told him that the place was empty. An abandoned old winery that would provide a good place to rest and just enjoy being in a somewhat less stressful situation. Until then, they'd had to leave because of Commission or lack of food. In Portugal they had a comfortable enough place to sleep, ripe grapes to pick from the vines.

Klaus stopped walking, crossing his arms. "You mean to say that I could've tasted some of the finest wines in the world and you didn't even buy a bottle," he asked sourly, "And you call yourself my brother."

"Not voluntarily," Five retorted, "I don't know if it somehow escaped your single brain cell, but now is really not the time to be drinking." Even though he dearly wanted some form of alcohol himself. There was a time and a place for indulging in the finer things in life and on the run from time-traveling assassins while looking for clues about his fragmented memories in Portugal was not it. He approached what he could vaguely recall being the back door, pushing it open.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Five looked around. It looked old and dusty, as though someone hadn't been there in years. He told his companion as much. Laughter followed his statement.

"It's a piece of a completely different culture, Five, the likes of which we might never see again."

He grinned, feeling a warm hand clasped in his own. "It is beautiful," he admitted, "And I just happen to know something else that fits that description." The fingers tangled with his tightened their grip.

"Five…"

"Five!"

He jolted out of the memory, disappointed. Turning around, he faced Luther. "What?"

"You were miles away," Luther said quietly, "The others have gone off to look for somewhere to sleep tonight." After a rather hectic week, he had to admit that he was worried about Five. Too many times had he been muttering to himself, or rather, to someone the others couldn't see. When he stared into nothing, with the strangely longing expression on his face, Luther couldn't help but wonder if maybe they were better off without finding out what it was that bothered him. They were heading down a slippery slope that could very well end in disappointment. "We should probably go find them," he said, knowing better than to voice his concerns to his brother, "You know Klaus will hog all the blankets if we let him."

Nodding, even though he barely heard him, Five started moving in the direction that he remembered led to the living area. The feeling in his chest wouldn't stop. No matter how much he tried to beat it back, it hammered there, trapped in his heart. It reminded him of Delores. God, he missed her. At least she was logical and levelheaded.

Entering the living area, an image flashed before his eyes, brief and agonizingly beautiful. A girl spun in circles in the middle of the room, her light brown locks whirling around her. She was illuminated by the rays of late afternoon sun beaming through the window, and she laughed joyfully as her skirt flared out around her legs. He hadn't seen her face. But he knew that her smile was radiant and that her whiskey eyes sparkled. Unsettled and feeling a blush rising on his cheeks, Five shook himself. He wasn't ready to admit it yet.

"Guys, you'll never believe what I found!"

Sharing a look, Luther and Five followed the sound of Klaus' voice into the kitchen. He stood at the counter, holding a bottle over his head victoriously, because of course, he'd be able to sniff out what was probably the last bottle in the winery. The place hadn't seen people in years. "And just what, Klaus, are you planning on doing with that?"

"We're gonna drink it!"

Allison gave him an apologetic look. "There's only one bottle, Klaus," she said gently, "And all of us, except maybe Ben, have too high of a tolerance to get drunk on just one bottle." She patted his shoulder as she passed him by. But Klaus caught her wrist, pleading with her to stay and open the wine.

"Come on, guys," he urged, "This is one of the most exquisite wines in the world and we have a chance to taste it." He searched the drawers in the kitchen for a corkscrew, only to give up and hand the bottle to Diego when he couldn't find one. "We could play a game," he suggested, watching Diego use one of his knives to get the bottle open, "We might not get drunk, but we'll have a good time." All movements stopped. Klaus raised his eyebrows in question as all of his siblings stared at him. "What?"

Vanya blinked several times before squinting at him. "Are you… okay?" She placed her hand on his forehead. "I don't think he's got a fever."

"I'm not sick!"

"Well, that depends entirely on your definition, doesn't it?"

Klaus stuck out his tongue at Ben, who gave a mocking grimace in turn. Allison held up her hands before they could tackle each other. "I hate to admit it, but Klaus is right," she said, a small smile on her face, "We don't really have anything better to do, and I could go for some wine right about now." Her brother clapped his hands excitedly before he hugged her tightly. The others grudgingly agreed, seating themselves on various surfaces in the kitchen. All except Five, who was already turning around to leave. "Come on, Five," Allison cajoled, "Just one game."

"Don't bother with him," Diego scoffed, "Five's been allergic to fun since he was five." His brother froze in the doorway. Several badly covered laughs resulted in coughing form the others. Diego grinned. Five's maturity levels may be slightly more elevated, but not even he could refuse a dare, especially not when there was an audience.

"Relax, Five, it's good for your soul."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm offended by your assumption that I have one."

Growling darkly, Five turned on his heel and marched back into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle from Diego and taking a swig. He'd need it. If even the voice in his head was turning against him… there was no way a game, whichever one Klaus settled on, would end well. "Fine."

"Truth or dare," Klaus asked, turning to Vanya, "You go."

"Uhm, truth?" Several groans. She threw her hands up defensively. "I'd like to see you wanting to do whatever Klaus can come up with." That quickly shut them up. Well, not Five. But his moral boundaries were, at best, blurred, so that really wasn't much of a surprise.

Tapping his chin obnoxiously, Klaus regarded Vanya. "Who's your favorite sibling?" To anyone else, it could've been seen as a tame question. To someone with six siblings, all of whom were present… well, there was bound to be an argument. Vanya paled. Klaus clapped his hands gleefully. Allison grabbed the wine bottle from Five and took a swig from it herself.

"I… uhm, you know… I…" Vanya bit her thumbnail anxiously. "I love all of you equally?"

Diego snorted. "No, you don't," he stated, laughter in his voice, "None of us do."

"Fine," she exclaimed, "It's Diego." The brother in question crowed victoriously while protests rose around her. Allison looked wildly offended, as did Klaus. Ben pouted, leaning over to tickle her in an attempt to get her to take back her answer. Five just gave a conceding nod while Luther winced in understanding. "Anyway, Allison, your turn," Vanya exclaimed, desperate to get the attention off of her, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare me, sister."

"Go get grapes and fit as many of them as you can into your mouth."

Grinning, Allison did as she was told. "This is going to be easy." She started stuffing grapes into her mouth, trying to be as strategic as possible. She managed thirteen before she realized that she was going to struggle with chewing. While still working on getting the grapes down, she pointed to Ben, who shrugged and asked for a dare. Forcing the last pieces down, Allison took a deep breath. "Massage Luther's feet," she said, breathing ragged, "For ten minutes." He wrinkled his nose, reluctantly moving over to his brother. Vanya retched when Luther took his bowling shoes off and Klaus shuddered violently. Allison laughed, not at all regretting exploiting her siblings' aversion to feet. Three people down for the price of one dare. She was still the queen.

"Okay, that's enough," Ben called once Five said the time was up, practically throwing Luther's feet away, "Diego, truth or dare."

"Do you actually have to ask?"

"Fine," Ben grumbled playfully, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, "Do the Macarena."

"Absolutely not."

"I heard a rumor that you danced the Macarena."

A deep scowl marred Diego's features as his body moved against his will. Klaus drummed on the kitchen cabinets, singing the song with Ben backing him up. He was going to kill them. All of them. In their sleep. They wouldn't fucking see him coming. Murderous thoughts or not, he was forced to keep going until the song, if one could call Klaus' out of tune wailing song, was over. "You little shits," he growled, "Luther, truth or dare?" He tore the wine away from Ben, who only held it once it made the rounds, probably because he'd seen enough alcohol to last him a lifetime after all those years following Klaus.

"Truth."

"Pussy," Diego taunted, "What's a position you wanna try, but haven't because you can't get laid?"

Luther blushed furiously. "I don't have to answer that."

As the brothers started discussing the rules of Truth and Dare, as though it mattered, Five stood. He was tired and he missed the warmth of his dreams. He didn't get far.

"Never have I ever been in love."

"Klaus, even if we were playing that game, you have been in love."

Frozen in the doorway, Five tried to push down the overwhelming sensation that made him feel like throwing up. His breathing was labored as his mind filled with flashes of whiskey eyes and loving smiles, accompanied by the sound of melodious laughter and whispers of his name. He whirled around, dizzier than he'd ever admit, wrenched the wine bottle away from Diego and took several deep gulps. He wasn't ready, damn it. Not yet. Dropping the half-empty bottle back into Diego's hands, he left the kitchen.

He fell onto the couch in the living room, clutching his head tightly. She was back, the spinning girl with the sunlight surrounding her like a halo. She kept spinning, around and around. His head was hurting. His eyelids felt heavy. Everything went dark.

"Five?"

Warm, smooth fingertips traced over his cheekbone delicately, and he reached up to entangle her frail fingers with his. He turned his head, pressing the faintest of kisses to the inside of her wrist. "One day, we'll come back here," he whispered, "It'll just be us, you and me."

"It's just us now."

"And I never want that to change."

Five woke up with the scent of dragonfruit and vanilla still lingering. Slowly, he sat up. He needed to wake up his siblings. The voice was whispering to him, making him wish he was still in the clutches of his dreams, where he could at least feel its owner even if he never saw all of her. But he had places to go, memories to cover. Sleep would have to wait. "Wake up, morons, we gotta go," he shouted tiredly, "We've got a new location."

"Vienna. My parents met and got married here."