𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ━ five hargreeves

6│A BLAST FROM THE FUTURE

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❛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇʟᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐗 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ᴀ ʙʟᴀsᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ
ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ꒱


❝ [ THEY'RE ] COUSINS ON
MY ROBOT MOTHER'S SIDE ❞

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That night, Five tracked Luther down to the Carousel Burlesque thanks to his obvious from-the-future fighting name that was displayed on several newspapers that Elliot had kept. Making his way to the front row, he sat in a seat close to the stag and his eyes trained on the woman dressed in what passed for 1960s-lingerie. While his interest in her was as remote as could be, the boy did enjoy imagining his wife in her place (though he had to admit Dolores would probably never do something like that.)

A blonde woman approached him from behind and tapped his shoulder. "Now, how did you get in here? Minors aren't allowed."

Five gave her his most charming smile. "I suppose I forgot to have my ID checked at the door," he answered easily and then— to disarm her— he added, "what time do you get off work?"

Predictably, the woman giggled and relented. "Alright, I won't tell so long as you don't stay too late."

He gave her a little nod and she walked away, leaving him alone once again for a short while. The looming presence behind him indicated that Luther had gotten wind of his appearance and his brother leaned down. "I don't think Dolores would approve of you being here."

Five forced himself to remain relaxed as to not give the larger man an advantage and chose to ignore his comment. "Nice to see you too, Luther."

Luther gave him an irritated look. "What do you want?"

"For you to stop hovering like an ambitious stripper and sit down with me." He rolled his eyes and sat as the boy continued: "how long have you been here?"

"A year, thanks to you. "There was clear bitterness in his brother's tone.

Five sent him a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, Luther. I know that couldn't have been easy."

"I thought everybody was dead," the man snapped.

The boy sighed. "If it makes you feel any better—"

Luther's attention was captured by commotion towards the back of the bar and he stood, ready to go to his boss' aid. "I gotta go."

Five quickly grabbed his arm to prevent him from leaving. "Luther, wait. Look, I get it, okay?" His voice softened. "I know what it's like to be stuck in time, thinking this is how you're gonna live out the rest of your life. On the run, not knowing if you're ever gonna see the people you love again." Here, Dolores came to mind and to resist the urge to rub at the sudden ache in his chest, his left hand went to his right wrist where the ring sat comfortingly. "And to be in an unfamiliar world. But we have to find the others because the world ends again in ten days and I have no idea how to stop it."

Luther's eyes narrowed as his brother spoke before he met the boy's gaze. "I don't give a shit," he responded bluntly before walking away to help his boss.

Five watched the man make his way through the crowd, rather surprised at how quickly he'd been turned down. Hurrying after his brother, Five caught his arm again. "The hell is wrong with you?" he snapped. "I just told you the world ends in ten days."

"Yeah, well, you're always saying that."

"And so far, I've been right."

"Look, you want to go and save the world? Knock yourself out. Hell, bring your wife along if you want to, alright? I already got a job."