TOUCH | F. Hargreeves

07

Beau wasn't one to stay away from his wife for too long, not after everything they had been through and especially not after the situation in which she had found him, growing to be very protective of his wellbeing. For being such a small woman she sure knew how to take care of herself and the person she loved, she lacked fear when it came to protecting Beau, however, and that could be worrisome sometimes.

Some would say Beau and Rosie were dependant on one another, that it was not a good match and if one fell the other would surely follow, but Rosie was stable. She had once told him, 'Honey, I hold your dear and I will never let anything happen to you, for if it did I would be lost. So, I will be here and I will always be yours for as long as you'll have me.'

'I'll have you for as long as you'll let me.' Beau told her, truth in every word. Because he loved her like he had loved no one else. Rosie was his lifeline, his best friend and the love he could never give to anyone else; because no one would ever let him. Maybe Vanya and Klaus came close, sure, but they had their own worries and problems, things they couldn't set aside to just be there and listen or talk. It was different.

So as Beau and Five left Vanya's apartment, he knew he had to go back home, with or without Five. Beau stopped outside the building, watching for a moment as Five walked on and wondering if he should call out but as Five noticed him not by his side, he looked over his shoulder expectantly. "Are you coming?"

Beau shook his head, "I have to go back. Check on my wife." 

Something flickered in Five's eyes as he took in the information before it disappeared, "Right... Well, it's too late for my plan anyway so I'll join you." He nodded to himself as they began walking back to the car, the cold chill blowing through them and biting at their exposed faces. "You didn't seem scared or shocked about what I told you." Five frowned up at Beau who hummed.

"No, I don't suppose I did." Beau agreed with a nod of his head, "I guess it's just not that hard to believe, you know? I mean, everything was always going to end someday."

"Well... yeah but-" Five muttered, hands held behind his back as he thought, "Aren't you afraid or even a little curious as to how it happens?"

Beau shrugged, "Maybe a little, but afraid? No, not really. Comes with the constant threats of my father always threatening my life."

"But that was so long ago."

"Doesn't mean it leaves a person. I mean, death is all around us, we just killed all those men. It's inevitable." Beau tried explaining his mentality though knowing it was hard for another person to understand the way he thought.

"It is, I know that, but I'm going to stop it. Or, at least, try," Five boldly spoke as his green eyes skimmed over Beau's pale skin, "Will you help me?"

Beau raised an eyebrow, "You want the suicidal one to help you save the world from complete annihilation?" 

"Well when you put it like that," The two chuckled lightly before Five's expression fell into one of sincerity that had Beau nervous, "I'll always want your help, Beau. Doesn't matter what it is."

Beau, feeling overwhelmed once again, nodded and cleared his throat, "Well, alright then. I'll give it a go, but no promises,"  Beau said with another short chuckle that Five thankfully matched, both turning back to the street before them and the starry sky above it. The little balls of lights flickering and twinkling with a soft and silent tune while the moon watched over them like a protector, a beautiful song or painting waiting to be made under that wonderous sky.

As soon as the pair walked through the front doors of the Hargreeves home, Beau was flying up the stairs and rushing to his room, leaving Five behind before he could blink. The door to his room was cracked open and on the bed, Beau saw his beautiful wife resting in the dark of the room.