Notes:
Hey everyone! This is my first story in this fandom, so I hope I do it justice! Obviously, Five is my absolute favorite character and thus he'll have to suffer a little, but I also love fluff, so there will be some fluff now and then, hopefully?
Disclaimer: I don't have a beta, my main language isn't English and I am not an expert in medicine, American history or quantic physics, so I'm sorry if there are grammatical errors or inaccuracies, I tried to research some stuff, but yeah :P - also, I'm also uploading this story in AO3 in case you see it there too.
Dallas, Texas. Nov 25, 1963
On an alley that had seen all of the Hargreeves siblings arrive one by one at different timelines, Five plummeted barely managing to muffle his fall before his knees buckled beneath him. He directed his gaze at the blue whirlpool pulsing with energy in the sky, face ashen and nose bleeding.
"Luther! Diego!" He yelled, voice coming weak and raw.
He curled up shutting his eyes trying to hold a retch, his head was pulsing at the rhythm of a deafening ring in his ears, everything around him was a blur and his entire body was trembling; he had felt exhausted and lightheaded before, but this was a whole new level of malaise.
Suddenly the ground felt like it was rumbling under him and he could swear there was a loud noise approaching from his back, which in any other situation would have triggered his survival instinct, but the ringing was getting louder and the corners of his vision were starting to get dark.
"Well ..ell, … isn't …. ol' Five," he thought he caught dangerously close to him.
He rolled onto his back and met with two figures, one shorter than the other, towering in front of him, his head was slowly getting foggier while he desperately tried to blink away the fuzziness in his eyes.
"I've got to give it to you Five," the voice of the Handler echoed a victorious smirk, "you managed to save your family from the apocalypse… but seems like even you have a limit." She crouched grasping his chin between her thumb and forefinger to take a better look at his worn appearance.
As soon as Five recognized the voice, the hair at the back of his neck stood in alarm and his skin crawled with her touch.
"Bring him up, it's time to leave."
"No!" He tried desperately for his arms to listen to his commands and move, but he could hardly keep his eyes open.
How did she track me here? What if she took my siblings? He thought frantically, a sudden acrid smell of smoke filling his nostrils and a new wave of dizziness washing over him.
His thoughts began to scramble making less and less sense. Where was he again? Had he never left the Commission, the apocalypse? Was the time he spent with his family another hallucination? Suddenly all his memories of the past few days seemed distant and unreal.
And in this whirlwind of senseless rambling, his consciousness finally faded away, his head lolling limply in defeat.