𝗟𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀 ˢᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ᵒⁿᵉ

1.2

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Five placed a cooking board on the kitchen table. They were all now in the kitchen, watching how Five moved around to prepare himself something.

"What's the date?" He grabbed the bread. "The exact date."

"24th."

"Of what?"

"March." He nodded slightly.

"Good." After the small interaction it was silent for a moment.

"So, are we gonna talk about what happened?" Five completely ignored Luther and placed two bread slices on the cutting board. Y/n, who was sitting on the table next to Klaus, turned to her father's ear. "Are interactions with your family always an argument?"

"Most of the time." He shrugged. "You get used to it."

Y/n just nodded slowly in response. Luther then got up from his chair. "It's been seventeen years."

"It's been a lot longer than that." He then jumped, appearing on top of a box behind Luther. He grabbed the bag of marshmallows that was on a shelf.

"Didn't miss that." Luther murmured barely above a whisper, making an irritated face at the sight of Five's powers.

"Where'd you go?" Diego was the next to ask a question. "More like, when did you go?" Followed rapidly by Y/n.

"Now, that doesn't make sense. I know because normally I'm the one that doesn't make sense." Klaus spoke, bopping Y/n's nose with a little smile.

"It actually does make sense, Klaus. I can jump through space and time. And, answering your question." He jumped again and placed the bag on the table. "I went to the future, which is shit by the way."

"Called it!"

"Good for you, Klaus." The kid and the drug addict celebrated his random accomplishment with a high five.

"I should have listened to the old man." Five rambled while he rummaged through the fridge in search of peanut butter.

"You know, jumping through space is one thing and jumping through time is a toss of the dice." He finally stopped moving and looked at his siblings. "Nice dress."

"Danke."

"I still don't understand how Five's back."

"There's many methods, the easiest one would be by projecting your consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state of yourself that exists across any possible instance of time." All eyes slowly landed on the kid. "But, even then, you'd still be playing the roulette."

"That made no sense..."

"It would, if you were smarter." Luther lifted his arm to hold Diego down. Five muttered something, though Y/n was the only one that heard him. "I see you're still quite the genius."

Y/n smiled at the compliment.

"And... How long were you there?"

"For forty-five years." He shrugged, as if it was nothing. "Give or take."

"So... You're fifty-eight?" Y/n facepalmed at that. "Does he look fifty-eight to you?"

"No, but– "Then why did you ask such a dumb question, Loser?"

"It's Luther." Y/n ignored Luther's correction.

"Answering your question, Luther. No. My consciousness is fifty-eight." He finished preparing his sandwich. "But apparently, my body is thirteen again."