5.

PARTNERS.

a/n: second pov. TUA Netflix series.

warning/s; swearing

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partners.

The air is filled with cheering and music, the band from across the street reaching your ears as you stood next to a cheering woman. She holds a vintage camera within her hands, waiting along with everybody else as you stand still.

Nervousness continue to cling to your chest, and with a trained stoic face, your feet starts to move. You pass along the the crowd, the fake prescription glasses that's on your face clinging to your sweating temples. The weather remains hot, and the cardigan you wore over your floral dress will probably be drenched in sweat if you don't get out of this huddled group.

You sport a prim and proper disguise, one that resembles that of a middle-aged woman on her way to see the president. The screams and drums continue to ring against your ears, and when your eyes lands on the familiar fence, your heartbeat quickens. It's now or never.

It's a big event; large crowds, government officials and plenty of guards but you have planned this with him for a long time now, way before this assignment had been assigned to him. It's a big risk, but you both had long suffered with the desire to get back to your own times; get back to 2019 and stop the apocalypse.

With a deep inhale, you walk in front of the fence, and you meet his eyes briefly before you place your hands behind you. A child passes by you, boring a smile that you reciprocated as she holds a lollipop. Her mother is holding her left hand, and the child halts to compliment the flowers on your dress. Gushing, you pat her head, smiling afterwards to her mother.

Everyone's in good spirits. That's good. The president is coming. That's even better. It's a big fiasco, it'll be a good distraction.

Turning, the empty parking lot greets you and you see his figure hiding behind the trees. Inhaling deeply, you made it seem as though you're on your way to your car, but the moment you reach his turned figure, your eyes roam to check for prying eyes. Finding none, you settle beside him.

"Five,"

"Good, you're here," he places the Commission briefcase behind the thick tree, along with the other briefcase holding his rifle, "just stay close. If it closes before you're through, it's game over."

You nod your head, and you meet his eyes that holds a glint of apprehensiveness. With your smile, the old and worn figure of Five before you relaxes, before he prepares himself to create the awaited portal he's been so busy for. You finally throw the fake glasses on the grass.

One of the 43, that's who you are. The Handler had found you amidst the post-apocalypse, just a few years before she did Five. You've worked under the Commission way before you've turned thirty-five, and you were a whole lot of years younger than the man next to you when she took you in. Years had passed since then, and there was nothing else that you've known aside from the blood that continue to drip your hands.

That was until you met Five.

You heard a grunt of discomfort beside you, and you watch in awe for the very first time in seeing such a powerful force that continue to grow before you. Wisps of blue obscured the image behind the portal, and you couldn't help the breathless noise that left your parted lips.

Partners. In all senses of the word. Five had been with you since the day he came into the Commission. You worked with him, taught him all he needed to know and all you could get your hands on. The day he told you he's planning to travel to 2019 to stop the apocalypse was the second time you've felt a surge of hope. You'd be back to your own timeline, and you're stopping that damned apocalypse.