The Two Assassins ; Five Hargreeves

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The Hargreeves siblings, (excluding Five and Ben), all talked about how much longer they had left until the apocalypse. 

A large zap sound, with bright blue lighting made the family shocked. 

There laid two teens atop of each other, holding on to a black suitcase. Fumbling over each other the two fell off of the cold counter in front of the Hargreeves family. 

"Je-Jesus!" Allison shouted, helping the two up. 

"You guys.. am I still high, or do you see them too?" Klaus poked at Y/N's cheek in utter disbelief. 

Luther picked Five up, Y/N standing to her feet brushing off the dust from the explosion. "Five, where have you been?" Luther asked, gripping the boys wrist. 

"Are you two all right? Who did this?" Allison held her arms open in a confused stance, switching between Five and Y/N. 

"Non-ya!" Y/N commented jokingly, finding a place on the couch, resting her head in the soft material. 

"Irrelevant." Five hissed, stumbling past the group of family members, snatching Allison's coffee as he gulped it down, throwing the cup behind him as the family watched him. 

He gripped his side, leaning on the table with his other hand. "So, the apocalypse is in three days, and the only chance we have to save our would is-"

"Us." Y/N cut him off. 

"The Umbrella Academy." Luther said confidently, glancing at his siblings.

"Uh, yeah but with me- us, obviously." He pointed between Y/N and himself.  "So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed." He finished, tightening his grip on his waist. 

"Who cares if your Dad messed you up? Are you really that pathetic to let that define who you are and what you can do?" Y/N lifted her head up from the couch with a small grin.

"Er.. no?" 

Five sighed, digging in the uniforms pockets, "And to give us a fighting change to see next week, We've come back with a lead." He took out the tan folded piece of paper, "We know who's responsible for the apocalypse." He flicked the paper at the clump, Allison catching it and delicately unwrapping it. 

"That's who we have to stop." Y/N said, side-eyeing Five who was clenching his side in pain.

"Harold Jenkins?" Allison spoke, "Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?"

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"We don't know... yet." Five muttered. "But we do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse." 

Y/N tried to lift his solid hand that was on his side, he clenched harder with closed eyes. 

"So we have to find him. And we have to do it now." Diego stated, toying with one of his small knifes, flipping it in the air.

"How is he connected to what's gonna happen?" Luther questioned, raising his brow. 

Y/N took Five's arm, forcing him to sit beside her on the red couch. He groaned, but seemed to relax a bit.

"We don't know." Y/N raised her head, squinting at them.

"Wait, so you just know his name?"

"That's it?" 

The slowness of the family was aggravating to the girl. "That's enough information we need to find him, with the right time." 

"There's probably dozens of Jenkins!"

"Then we better start looking, then." Diego swiftly left, the others following. "Allison, Five... Fives girlfriend... you're with me." 

Y/N rolled her eyes as Five grinned, catching up with Diego. 

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"Am I the only one who's... a bit skeptical about this?" Allison said switching glances between Diego and her brother. 

Five and Y/N were seated in the back, Y/N tracing small figures in the window fog. 

"Whatever, listen all we have to do is find the files, so just leave it up to Y/N and I." Five spoke, holding onto the girls shoulder about to teleport. "Nonono, leave it to me. I have friends in places. I can get the folders without it being a crime."

"Shut up. We're going." Y/N said nudging at Five, soon getting teleported right after.

"Stubborn assholes..." Diego muttered, sitting with his sister.

Teleporting into the large office of files (not really), they quickly looked under the 'J' section. 

"So, Five what are you gonna do after the apocalypse? If we stop it... Anything special?" Y/N spoke up, swiftly moving her fingers through the manilla folders. "I don't know, relax for once? Probably go back to the Handler and kill her off? Get my old body back hopefully." He too, went through folders.

Although it was unspoken of, they both wanted to be together in a sense if they saved the world. Not together as in a relationship but just how they are now. Two assassins working together. That's all. Friends possibly.

"What about you?" He stole a glance up at the H/C girl as her hands and mind moved quickly examining folders.

"I don't know... maybe relive my childhood? Honestly, being short like this again isn't all so bad. But being in my normal body would be nice too... I'm not even sure we'll save the world, so I don't know why I'm even thinking about it. Or even brought the topic up. Sorry." She spoke quickly, easing her mind of the nonstop thoughts going on in her brain. 

"Well don't be so doubtful, there's still a chance. Maybe we can be partners if we decide to go to work for the Handler again." 

Y/N looked up to a slightly smiling Five. This was one of the moments they got to talk freely and not about the apocalypse. Needless to say, it was nice. Too nice. 

"Harold Jenkins, Harold Jenkins... Harold Jenkins. Found it." Five swiped the folder under his shirt, grunting. 

"Dude, what's going on with your side? You kept clenching it, is something wrong?" 

"It's nothing, let's go." He grabbed her forearm, teleporting them back to the car.

"Jesus! A little heads up would be nice, Five." A startled Allison yelped at the two suddenly appearing. "Step on it, I got the address." He handed the folder to Allison, watching her quickly skin through it. "Holy shit... Harold Jenkins is Leonard Peabody!" She tapped the small black printed letters on the paper.

"Um okay, lets get going then..." Y/N laid her head on the window, confused on why a name switch was so important to her. 

Five every few seconds glanced over at Y/N as she started out the window at the cloudy skies. It was almost gray outside, and not appealing, but Y/N always found something to be ammused by. He admired that, and found himself staring at her. 

"Staring is still rude, Five. Keep your eyes on the folder." Y/N said still looking out the window.

Blood rose to his cheeks, "What- I wasn't!" 

"Right," She tilted her head to her, "And pigs can fly. I could feel your daggers in the back of my head." She poked his cheek away from her.

"Tch,"