sorry i'm a shit daughter♡︎

𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓♡︎

Luther dropped Five on Diego's bed while Diego set Delores down on a chair. Y/n stumbled down the stairs behind them. "Lay down," Diego demanded, pointing at his bed.

"Oh, hell no. I am not staying in the same bed as that asshole."

"Do it or I'll drag you to the bed," Diego said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, Y/n I can kept that promise- with the- handcu-" Five said before passing out.

"Fine," Y/n grumbled, walking over to Diego's bed. She pushed Five a little, "Scoot over." He grumbled a little before moving. She mumbled a quick thank you before rolling onto the bed next to him and falling into a light sleep.

Y/n rolled over, her back facing Five. She was too tired to move away when there was suddenly an arm draped over hers.

"Funny," Diego said as him and Luther stood over the two on the bed. "If I didn't know he was such a prick, I'd say he looks almost adorable in his sleep."

"Well," Luther started. "Don't worry. He'll sober up eventually. Be back to his normal, unpleasant self," he said, turning around.

"Yeah, I can't wait that long," Diego said, turning around and walking towards the stairs. "I need to find out what his connection is with these lunatics before someone else dies."

"All that stuff he was saying before," Luther started. Diego's head snapped up and he looked around the room when he heard a sound coming form somewhere. "What do you think he meant by that?"

Diego put his arm up, silencing Luther. As footsteps approached outside the door, Diego pulled out a knife. Turning around, he walked up the steps and towards the door. He opened the door and lifted his hand, getting ready to throw his knife at whoever was outside the door.

"If you throw another one of those goddamn knives at me, I'm pressing charges," someone said with their voice raised.

Diego let his arm drop as he opened the door, "What do you want, Al?"

A man walked in the door, "I ain't your secretary."

"Yeah," Diego muttered, walking downtown he stairs.

"Some lady called for you, said she needs your help," Al explained.

"What lady?" Diego asked, walking away from the stairs and turning towards Al.

"I don't know. Some, uh, detective," Al said, putting his hands in the stair case railing. "I think she said her name was, uh, Blotch or something."

"Patch?" Al shrugged. "She needs my help," Diego breathed, going up the stairs.

"She needs you to meet her at the motel. That dump on Calhoun," Al said, handing Diego a piece of paper.

"When?"

"About half an hour ago. Said she found your brother."

Diego and Luther both looked at Five, furrowing their brows. "That doesn't make sense," Diego mumbled.

They both looked at each other in realization, "Klaus."

"Go. I'll wait here with- them."

-

Y/n woke up with an arm draped over her arm. Looking around the room, Diego and Luther weren't there. She remembered that Diego had left and Luther had stayed with them. Though, she could hear a boxing match going on, so she guessed that was where Luther might have been.

"Five?"

"Hmmm?" he hummed, not opening his eyes. She turned around to face Five. Though, he still didn't open his eyes.