[Hiatus] The New Number || F. Hargreeves

vii. Extra Ordinary

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Luther Knocked on the window, "Five! Ambrose!" Ambrose groaned, annoyed that his confession was interrupted by Luther of all people if Klaus was there at least he would have more respect for Ambrose but Ambrose clicked his tongue taking Delores to the back of the van so Luther could still his seat.

"You okay?" Luther asked glancing at Ambrose but he ended up having his own quiet conversation with Delores and was sulking.

"You shouldn't be... How did you find us?"

"Um..." Luther pointed at Klaus who was asking Ambrose if he was fine but clearly wasn't.

"Look, What do you want Luther?"

"Um..."

"Oh for fuck sake's! Spit it out, Luther!" Ambrose growled but flinched when Delores began scolding him which threw him off, "I'm I losing my shit?" He mumbled to himself.

"So, Grace may have had something to do with Dad's death. So I need you guys to come back to the academy, all right? It's important."

"Oh? Luther, wants me too? I thought I wasn't part of the fucking family!" Ambrose was mumbling and cursing Luther under his breath and Klaus was enjoying it.

"It's important. You have no concept of what's important." After five had said that Ambrose just zoned out from his internalized rage for Luther and his interruption at some point Klaus left the van and Luther and Five continued to have their conversation but that didn't stop Five from glancing at Ambrose who was fixing the shirt that Delores was wearing.

At some point Luther left with Klaus for good causing Five to go into the back of the van, "Hey, Rose he's gone-" Ambrose hugged him but what he noticed worried him he was shaking and not responsive at all they stayed there for a while until Ambrose let go of him going into the front of the van sitting there, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, it happens when Luther is around. It's fine."

"PTSD?" five asked as he got back to his seat.

"Yeah, That's what they diagnosed me with."

"It seems really bad."

"It was worse when I woke up from the coma, Dad wanted Luther to assist me on my physical therapy but I would lose my shit. God the smell of him, his aura. Shit, Just looking at him just kept reminding me of what happened. The first year being awake I was so scared of Luther, I used to think he was out to kill me if I looked at him the wrong way or if I even spoke. Fuck Five I'm glad you never got to see me like that."

"I would have never forgiven Luther if I witnessed it."

"Maybe. I don't know. It's not all that bad anymore when dad sent him to the moon, I felt like he did that because of what Luther did but that wasn't true. I was glad Luther was fucking gone I felt free to breathe. Even if I was at school I felt safe knowing he was on the moon."

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you then."

Ambrose looked at him and sighed, "But you're here now so it's ok."

"I think it'll get easier now that I'm here then."

"Ha. Maybe you'll cure me." They both laughed.

After a while night fell and Ambrose was sound asleep as the stakeout continued into the night, "Delores what was Rose gonna say. What do you mean I should know? Is it that obvious? Damn it." Five sighed as he saw Lance walk out of the building, doing some kind of illegal exchange.

"Bingo," Ambrose said.

"Someone's awake."

"Shut up let's get this guy."