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Looking around, the Hargreeves realized that they were stood right next to a river. Klaus shivered violently, painfully aware of the temperature differences between Portugal and Austria. Not that he was given too much time to think about it, as Five dragged him and the rest of their siblings down out of sight. Before he could protest about being shoved into the snow, Five held up a finger to silence him, using his other hand to point to the other side of the river. The woman from the Commission, Lila, hurried down the street, glancing around surreptitiously. He'd only recognized her because the streetlight illuminated those horrid bangs of hers.

"Well, that is a complication we don't need," Five muttered, "I knew I should've just killed her in Ibiza." He searched through his pockets for the rest of the money the old hag had given Klaus, scouring his memories for a place for them to warm up and get something to eat, as they hadn't had the time to get breakfast in Portugal before the voice led them to Vienna. Worst case scenario, they still had the apples left. Unless someone had eaten those after he fell asleep. In which case Lila wouldn't be alone in her execution. "Come on, this way."

The warmth that engulfed them once they stepped into a diner, too far from their arrival point in Vanya's opinion, was enough to make her dismiss the strange look they received from the waitress. It had to be early morning or late night, as it was dark outside and the diner was empty save for the staff. She rubbed some warmth back into her arms as they moved to take over a corner booth, smiling gratefully as the waitress, still regarding them critically, handed them the menus. Guided by the amount of money they had left, they ordered something to eat before sitting back in relative calm.

"Do you remember anything from when you were here before," Luther asked, wrapping his coat around Klaus' bare shoulders, "Is there anything that could help us get to the bottom of this?" Five didn't reply. Frowning, Luther turned to his brother, only to find him staring at a table by the window. He looked pained, which was worrying. Five didn't show what he was feeling. Ever. Not if he could help it. "Five?"

"We sat at that table," he said quietly, gaze unwavering, "It was late autumn, she was eating topfenstrudel and I was trying the Sachertorte for the first time."

"She?" Diego tried to meet Five's eye but couldn't break his focus. "Who was she, Five," he asked urgently, pausing briefly as the waitress came over with their food, "Did you know her from the Commission?" If so, that would explain Five's memory loss and the fact that the Commission was sending out even more people to stop them. Not that any had shown up, which was odd but not something Diego wanted to dwell on. "Come on, Five, you gotta give us something."

"I don't fucking know, Diego," Five snapped, finally turning his gaze away, "If I did, we wouldn't be here." Even if he did know more, he didn't like the idea of sharing anything about the girl with his family. Not until he knew who she was to him, to all of them. "All I know is that her parents met here," he said, throwing them a bone, "They got married here too."

Silence fell. Diego and Five stared each other down while the others watched, slowly taking bites of their food as they waited for the battle to be over. Five looked away first. Which was for the best, considering that he likely would've missed the person walking into the diner before it was too late. Seeing his infuriated expression, Allison turned around. Lila. How did she find them?

"Wait," Lila called as she saw Five prepare to take them away, "I need to talk to you."

"I'm sure we have nothing to say to each other."

Sighing, she held her hands up to show that she meant no harm. "I didn't come here to look for you," she said carefully, reaching into her pocket to pull out a slip of paper, "I swear, I was following up on a clue that might lead me to the Handler." Lila reached out, just enough for the aggressive little one to take the paper from her. She needed his help, horrible as that was to admit. "Her office is a mess, but I found that on her desk," she explained, "The ink is still fresh."

Five studied the note carefully. Vienna, 11/01/2002. That was it. He looked up at Lila. "I think it's about time that you told us what your business is with the Handler," he stated darkly, "Not just anyone takes on hunting her, much less anyone she trusts enough to allow access to her office." He nodded to a chair and Vanya focused on it, pulling it out for Lila. "Talk."

"1993, East London" Lila began, watching as Five paled, "Ronnie and Anita Gill."

"The flower merchants."

Lila nodded. "My parents." Looking down dejectedly, she tried to keep her emotions at bay. She had long since abandoned the anger and hatred she'd harbored for Five. She knew the truth. "You killed them," she continued, "You killed them because A.J. Carmichael supposedly signed the kill order." There was a tear in her jeans. Her hands clenched so tightly around the denim that it widened, opening up to her as she opened up to the Hargreeves. "She really did it," Lila revealed, "The Handler faked the order, I don't know why."

"And you want revenge," Five surmised, nodding slowly, "She got your parents killed, so you want to kill her." Lila nodded and, despite himself, Five felt bad for her. He couldn't sense that she was deceitful, nor could he figure out a reason for her to lie to them. If she wanted to kill them, she'd had ample opportunity to do so. "I'm sorry about your parents," he said quietly, "How did you end up with the Commission?"

A shuddering breath. "She took me in," she replied, voice raspy with emotion because she was so close to getting her vengeance but the bloody Handler remained one step ahead, "Raised me." Lila shook her head, gritting her teeth. "Until I found out." Tears stung in her eyes as she recalled the day Herb from Analytics had told her that he'd found an oddity in the Handler's logs. One that put her in East London, 1993, the night her parents had been killed. The rest had been put together once she confronted A.J. Carmichael, who adamantly swore that he'd never even heard of Ronnie and Anita Gill. Executives didn't go into the field, after all.

"You couldn't kill her, though," Five stated, more so to himself than her, "Because—"

"Because I'd have the entirety of the Commission on my ass," Lila interrupted, "But then she fell out of favor when she couldn't get to you." She shared a significant look with Five, willing him to understand and take into account what she was telling him. "She lost her job and she blames you," she revealed, "She's coming for you, but the Commission is chasing her too."

Vanya frowned. "Why?"

"The Handler had access to highly sensitive information about the time-space continuum," Five explained, "Let's just say that debriefs with the Commission rarely end without bloodshed."

Looking around cautiously, Diego tried to spot anyone that looked out of place. But the waitress had disappeared into the kitchen and the rest of the staff hadn't been seen at all since they entered the diner. "Five, do you think you can…"

"Not yet." He looked at Lila. "Is there anywhere we can stay until I can get us out of here?"

She nodded. "I'm on a sanctioned mission to terminate the Handler," she confirmed the unspoken part of his question, "I have a hotel room." The relief on the Hargreeves siblings' faces was comical, even in the somewhat dire situation, which rendered Lila unable to contain her chuckles. She knew that Five, having worked with the Commission, was used to getting by in less than ideal conditions. His family on the other hand… probably not.

Without much ceremony, The Hargreeves siblings followed Lila to her hotel. Both Five and their new companion looked around furtively as they went, trying to spot any signs of the Handler's presence in the city. She was slippery, a snake in the grass. Five knew that Lila's quest for vengeance was legitimate, but he was starting to question if maybe he wouldn't be set on one soon, too. If Lila was right, that meant that the Handler was looking for something to hold against him, something he'd be willing to risk his life for. His family was with him. The only other possibility… dread turned his stomach to lead. Whiskey eyes, beaming smiles, and light brown tresses. He needed to find her. He needed to remember her. Her name. Who she was to him.

Lila pushed the door to her suite at the hotel open, allowing the Hargreeves family to step inside. "You could all take turns in the shower," she said kindly, sharing a look with Five, "I'll have some new clothes waiting for you when you're done." It was of utmost importance that she spoke alone with the former assassin. There were details she would only dare to share with him because once he was on her side, there was nothing the others could do to hurt her. And they would. While the rest of them slumped down in the living area, she headed into the kitchen with Five.

"Is this the first time you've allowed yourself to consider matricide," Five asked casually, preparing a pot of coffee, "I've never personally wanted to kill my mom, but I remember wanting to kill my dad a few times, do you think it's any different?"

With a heavy, weary sigh, Lila leaned against the counter. "Like I said, until she lost track of you and got sacked, I wasn't allowed to." He nodded slowly, foot tapping impatiently as he watched coffee drip into the pot. The mug in his hand was simple, white porcelain, with the classic, touristy I Heart Vienna printed on it. "I want to be the one who kills her," she stated, sounding a lot more unsure than she wanted to, considering her motives, "She had my parents killed, it should be my privilege."

"She kept me trapped in the apocalypse until I had no other choice but to go with her so that she could stop me from preventing said apocalypse and save my family," Five retorted, raising his eyebrows as he poured the precious, scalding liquid into his mug, "I'd say I'm well within my rights to pull that trigger." He paused. "Or snap that neck, or stab her, I'm not that picky."

In spite of herself, Lila laughed. "Neither am I," she stated, pouring her own cup of coffee, "I just want her to pay for what she did to my parents." For a moment, she hesitated, unsure if she really should share her secret with him, if he would understand the implications of the insights it would give to the woman she was hunting. She took a deep breath, then let it out in one quick sentence. "I was born on October 1, 1989." Five paused, mug halfway to his lips. "At nine in the evening," she continued hurriedly, hoping he wouldn't think she was tricking him, "I'm not like you if that's what you're thinking."

"You think she thought you could be."

Relief. "Yes, I do." A gulp of coffee that burned all the way down. "She's been trying to—"

"Be a more feminine version of my father." Five's knuckles turned white as his fingers clenched around the porcelain. He'd always considered the possibility that there were others. If the Handler was looking for others like him and his siblings… they would be her ultimate weapon to take over the Commission. If others like him were as blindly devoted to her as Luther had been to Reginald Hargreeves… any and all of her endeavors would come to fruition. "We need to stop her."

"What about the voice in your head?" He lifted his head sharply, eyes blazing. "Diego told me."

"Something tells me that our seemingly separate agendas lead to the same end," he murmured, once again slipping into the memories he'd uncovered, "I think we'll both find our answers in the same place."

Before they could discuss his words further, Vanya came into the kitchen. "The shower's yours if you want it," she told Five before turning to Lila, "Would you mind if we ordered some room service?"

"Go ahead, it's all paid for by the Commission."

That night, Five lay awake for a while, head resting on a cushion he'd grabbed from the couch. For the first time since their journey around the world started, he didn't want to risk falling too deeply asleep. He could feel it in his bones that if he did, he wouldn't end up with the girl, he'd be stuck in the strange place with the doors he could never open. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to if he could. The image he'd seen in behind the double doors, of himself and Delores… he'd called her Sun. Why?

Suddenly he was stood in front of the doors again. He groaned, fully aware that there were memories hiding behind them. Clues. But he was afraid. The first time he'd opened one, he'd remembered the beginning of his time in the apocalypse. He didn't want to go back there again. But even though he knew he was dreaming, he couldn't control his hand as it reached for the stone door with the vines and the moss. He couldn't stop his fingers from touching the rough surface…

He woke up, saved by the voice. It sounded amused and exasperated, and he wondered what he'd done to make it that way.

"… that Romeo and Juliet weren't real people, Five, but people desperately wanted to see where they supposedly lived so they came to Verona anyway, and that's how…"

"…Casa di Giulietta was created." Verona, Italy. His subconscious was screaming at him, begging and pleading. Verona. Casa di Giulietta. Deep in his bones, Five knew. That would be the final piece of the puzzle. That was the key to unlocking his forgotten past.