Dallas 1963 -Discontinued(Maybe...)

Chapter 26

"NOW WHAT?"

"Now nothing, Luther, all right? Make your peace
with God," Five shouted exasperatedly.
"What? What about Allison and Vanya?" Luther
asked. "Screw them both. They should have been
here," Five replied.

"What about Diego?" Klaus
groaned as I helped him sit up. "He's quite a
responsible young man, no?"

"Something must've happened to them," Luther
tried. "Screw Diego, all right? Screw everybody! I
was better off on my own in the apocalypse."

"Five! Come on." I said looking at him pissed.

"You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for
himself now. How 'bout that?" Five stated, walking
back inside. "Did Five just get meaner?" Klaus
whimpered.

" I don't think that's possible." I said

"At least you weren't yelled at by y/n." Luther said as they all laughed.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" I asked but they all walked away leaving me in the alleyway with my hands hanging up like an idiot.

                                        ~•~

I teleported inside and walked up the stairs behind
Five. "Come on, you can't just give up!" I shouted at
him.

"She's right! Doomsday is still coming. We gotta
think of a new plan." Luther followed us.

"Don't you get it, guys? It's over, all right? We're already dead," Five snapped.

"Well then, where are you going?" I asked. "I'm going to do the unthinkable,"

"Come to what, Five?" Luther questioned. He
walked into a room and locked the door. "Five.
Five! Come to what? Five!" Luther knocked on the
door. He looked at me again

"Fine. I'll get him."

I traveled inside and saw him sitting in a chair.
"You okay?" He scoffed. "T'm fine, actually. Let me
debrief you on the new plan."

                                          ~•~

"Five?" Luther asked, He got up and made his way towards the
kitchen.

"Five? Five what-"

He walked in to see me sitting at the table and Five
chugging a bottle of water. "You okay?" He gasped
heavily. "I'm gonna need to be hydrated," Five
stated. "Hydrated?" Luther questioned, looking to
me.

I shrugged. I'd rather have Five explain.
Speaking of Five, he had pulled out some baby
powder and began to cover his body in it. "What's
with the baby powder?"
"It'll help with the itching," Five responded. "What?"

"You do have a plan."
Five shook himself out. "Well, it's a desperation
move, but-"

"-the rest of our family couldn't meet a simple
deadline, he's got no choice," I completed.
"No choice about what?" Luther questioned.
have to find myself," Five replied, checking how
watch. "I just arrived in Dallas 15 minutes ago."
Luther tilted his head.

"Should I be worried about you?"

"Luther, if you recall, I was sent to 1963 on a job by
the Commission to make sure the president was
assassinated," Five began, stretching on the carpet.
"Oh! So, wait, your old self is out there," Luther
realized. "Precisely," he confirmed. "What, just
walking around Dallas?"

"Walking around Dallas with a briefcase that can
get us home," He replied. "Oh, my god. Guys, you're
geniuses," Luther stated, astonished. "Thank you.
But, there are a few significant flaws with our plan.
Five, care to explain?"

"Problem number one: I am a trained assassin,
arguably the most dangerous assassin in the space-
time continuum. If I know me, I'm not going to
react kindly to bumping into myself," Five said,
pacing back and forth. "Problem number two, and
this one is the real fly in the ointment here: you're
not supposed to exist in close proximity to yourself
in the same timeline. The side effect can be
disastrous."

"Side effects? What sort of side effects?" Luther
asked.

"Well, according to Commission Handbook
Chapter 27, subsection 3b, the seven stages in
paradox psychosis are.
stage one: denial,
two: itching,
three: extreme thirst and urination,
four: excessive gas,
five: acute paranoia,
six: uncontrolled perspiration,
and seven: homicidal rage."

"Homicidal rage?" Luther questioned. "Yep,
nodded my head.

"Jeez, I don't know. This maybe
isn't such a good idea," he replied.

"It's a Hail Mary. But what choice do we got, Luther?" Five asked with his arms out.

"I don't know, you already
seem a bit squirrelly if I'm being honest," Luther
stated.

"Look, Luther, I'm gonna need you to help me get
through this one, all right?" Five said, going up to
Luther and gripping his shoulders. "I..I need a
spotter."

"Yeah."

"What is that? Like, a wingman?" He asked. "In
case the paradox psychosis gets too severe, Five
will need us to keep him in line and prevent him
from going insane." He nodded at me. "So,
whatever happens, whatever I say, we need to get
that briefcase. Okay?"

"Okay," Luther agreed.

Just FYI there are going to be a LOT of time skips because I ain't writing all that. That's doing to much.