𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ♡

The Day That Wasn't

"I must admit, Number Five, in all the time that I've been here, I've never met anyone quite like you." We were now at the commission walking along-side many men and women that worked there.  "Hazel and Cha-Cha, for example, are talented, certainly, but they can't see the big picture. Your spunk, your enterprising spirit, well, it reminds me a great deal of myself, if I may be so vainglorious. If things work out for you here, you could potentially make a fine successor, Five."

"I'd like to discuss the logistics of my family's safety at your earliest convenience. As well as this body replacement." Five spoke while we walked up some stairs, obviously not caring about the handlers big speech.

"Such chutzpah. It's refreshing, I'll admit. Slow down, Five. All in good time. In fact, now that you've finally agreed to work with us, we've got all the time in the world." She spoke taking us on a sort of tour. "The Commission works in support of a delicate balance between the time line of events and mankind's free will. The briefcase is no longer part of your kit. Free your mind. You're management now. One of us. All the people on this floor are case managers, each one responsible for one major event at a time."

"So many of them." I spoke looking around the place in amazement.

"Impressive, isn't it? Being part of something so grand. Oh and Y/n before you start here you will have to watch a sort of, introduction video." She spoke looking at me. "Come along. Whenever someone chooses the wrong path and the time line is changed, the Commission gets a report from field agents on the ground. These field reports are sorted and assigned to a case manager.
They determine if anyone needs to be removed from the equation to assure that their event happens as it should." She said as we walked into a slightly darker room, tubes filled the room and an older lady stood in the middle. "Based on that determination, the case manager sends instructions via pneumatic tube to temporal assassins like you formerly were, Number Five. Any queries so far?"

"Yeah. Who was the case manager handling me?" Five spoke.

"Ah. You mean the apocalypse." She answered stroking fives jawline with her finger. 

'Ugh, what did these two get up to when Five worked here?' I wondered to myself

"Five, meet Dot." The handler said and we walked into another room full of people and type writers. 'What year are we in?' "Oh, hi." Dot spoke smiling at us. "Dot is responsible for all apocalypse matters. In fact, it was Dot here who first flagged your appearance in 2019."

"No hard feelings." Dot spoke looking at Five still smiling to which he just kept his 'I hate everyone' look on.

"Well, you certainly put us through the ringer. Outsmarting two of our so-called best temporal assassins. If that doesn't spell leadership material I just don't know." The handler continued putting her hand on Five shoulder. Everyone in the room turned around confused. 

"I suspect you like a challenge, Five." She continued walking to a desk and moving the chair out for Five to sit on and handing Five a folder to which he took. "Which is why I've given you a particularly complex first case. It's too bad Joseph Späh decided against sabotaging the fuel tank. It would've been so much easier." She chuckled sending a shiver down my spine. "Anyhoo if you have any questions I'll be right behind you. Alright Eight, follow me."

I looked at Five with a 'please help me' look.

"Hey, can't she stay with me? I'm sure I could show her how to do it." Five spoke standing up making the handler turn around.

"I'm sorry, but that's not how we do it around here. You can see each other during lunch." She spoke walking away dragging me with her Five looked at me and spoke without words. (What I mean by that is like lipsync or whatever u call it.) 'Meet me in the mushrooms.'