Protective (five x reader)

Five more minutes

(The events are slightly altered)

Time was running out. With every flutter of an eyelid, with every breath in, and every breath out. With every glance back, you miss the upcoming. Time was of the essence.

The Hargreeves formed a plan; go in at all angles, don't stop, have no mercy.

"It's a suicide mission." Klaus informed.

The group knew all too well how dangerous the plan was. "It's the only plan that we've got." Five said, glancing back at the girl on the chair to see if she was still there, or if she was just his imagination.

He walked away from the group towards y/n. "It's nearly over. Hold on." He lifted her chin up with two of his fingers to look into her eyes.

He always liked the way her eyes held the light of every star. He could get lost in them for days, trying to count each of them.

She gave a groan in response.

"Five?" Her voice was hoarse, pain covering every letter she pronounced.

"Yes, I'm here." Five stroked her cold cheek; only to cringe back from the feel of her icy skin.

"I need to tell you something. You know how you asked me where I saw myself in ten years?" She questioned.

He gave a small nod in response.  "I know the answer." She started.

"Don't waste your energy, tell me when this is all over." He soothed.

"Five! It's now or never" Luther called for the boy.

Five gave one last look at the girl. "This'll be over soon, I promise." He gave y/n one last kiss on the forehead before he blinked back to his siblings.

"Diego, stage left. Klaus and five, you go from the front, I'll go stage right. Allison come with me!" Luther demanded before they all went off in the direction they were instructed to.

Although Allison was tentative about the idea she had to do this with her family. She had to save her little girl.

Five raced to the front row and crouched beside the chair y/n was laying in.

He grabbed her hand; that was resting on the arm rest closest to him.

He gave her cold hand one last squeeze before Luther gave the signal. "Now!"

The five Hargreeves all ran towards their sister, in what seemed like slow motion, going too slow, yet nothing really happens in that speed.

A blinding light surrounded the theater, y/n covered her eyes with her free hand and swore under her breath. "Shit!"

Seconds later the light dimmed and she noticed that the siblings were floating.

Was she hallucinating? Her vision was still not clear, her head was still clouded by the thought of the blood staining her satin shirt.

With a heavy grunt she pushed herself off of the chair Five had placed her in.

With multiple groans and slight foul language she stumbled her way to the stairs.

And with much pain she made her way onto the stage.

She followed the blood stain on the ground that she had left before. It lead to the middle of the stage where Vanya was playing.

What was she to do now? She was too weak. No weapons, no super power. Y/n had to save the people that saved her.

She looked down at Evan; the boy she thought she could trust, an unconscious asshole. In his jacket pocket something was poking out. She collapsed onto her knees beside him.