Number Eight was of the first batch, Number Nine, Ten, Twelve, and Thirteen born 11 years after the first eight were adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves, and Number Eleven, Fourteen, Fifteen, and Sixteen born two years after the second batch was adop...
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MAEVE HARGREEVES looked over at the young boy, younger than her at least, who slammed the kitchen's chopping board onto the kitchen's small table that they used to eat breakfast at. She knew from her siblings reactions that it was indeed the missing Number Five, but that did not stop her from having her own doubts and many questions. "What's the date? The exact date." The boy sighed as he walked over to the kitchen counter and pulled a loaf of bread from the shelf.
"The 24th." Vanya answered staring at the boy who seemed to have come back from the dead at least to the first wave. The second and third waves had only heard about Five, but they knew already that he had come with some news that wasn't exactly good.
"Of what?" He questioned the group again taking two pieces of the loaf out of its packaging.
"March." Vanya, again. The rest of the group had been too stunned by Five's sudden arrival to even answer his questions. Vanya seemed to be the only one who was happy by his arrival. The boy only nodded his head in response.
"Good."
"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther broke the ice with the already tense family meeting. The boy only arranged the bread onto the cutting board as the other watched. The others looked at each other and Luther stood abruptly. "It's been seventeen years."
The boy only scoffed at the man mockingly. "It's been a lot longer than that." He spacial jumped back to the counter.
"I haven't missed that." Luther mumbled in annoyance with the boy who was dodging all of their questions.
"Where'd you go?" Diego asked crossing his arms. Maeve merely rolled her eyes and sat on the table in boredom. The boy halted at Diego's words, but continued in his search for the marshmallows which had been hidden by Maeve earlier that day. He found them and spacial jumped back to the cutting board.
"The future. It's shit by the way."
Klaus pointed a finger up in the air. "Called it."
"I should've listened to the old man." The boy walked over to grab the jar of peanut butter from the jar and continued making his sandwich. "You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice." He looked up and looked at Klaus for a moment. "Nice dress."
"Oh, well," Klaus twirled the ends of the dress playfully. "Danke!"
Vanya, who seemed overwhelmed by this information, interrupted Klaus. "Wait, how did you get back?"
"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time." Five never looked up from making his sandwich.
Maeve shook her head in confusion. "What, quantum what now?"
Five merely looked at her. Diego butted it before he could say something. "That makes no sense."
