Life as We Know it [Five]

Twelve

Do you have a favorite holiday?

After a quick stop at Emery's home for a new outfit that did not consist of a full-fledged suit, they were back at Elliott's and to their surprise, the moment the trio walked through the doorway, Luther was there frying up a large pan of eggs and wearing a bathrobe that was twenty sized too small on him.

"No, no, no, I don't understand. They keep following me." Diego said the moment they entered. He was raging about the Swedes they had fought last night.

"What, who?" Luther asked.

"Those Dutch sociopaths."

"They're Swedish, you idiot." Five said, leaning against the doorframe with yet another cup of coffee clutched in his hand. "Hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do any more damage to this timeline."

"Yeah, but why now?" Diego asked. "I mean I'm fine for three months until you showed up."

"Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me." Luther agreed, looking up from the eggs to glance at Five with stipulated blame.

"It was just under a year for me." Emery shrugged. "But they were probably waiting until we were all here in the 60s. The last person to arrive could have been anyone." Emery said though he knew Five would have been last anyway since he was the one controlling the vortex that doomed them all here.

Five snapped his fingers. "Thank you!" He said. "Even if it was my fault, which it isn't, we only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyone's gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate." Five said.

"Well..." Luther began. "That's not exactly true."

Emery paused, head turning to Luther as a frown made its way onto his face. He stepped forward in time with Five.

"What do you mean?" The boy asked delicately.

"I saw him," Luther said. "I took a bus to his house. He was hosting a party. A gathering of sorts. I talked to him, told him I was his son but he kicked me out, saying he didn't believe me."

"That's pathetic." Diego scoffed.

"Yeah, well, at least he didn't shank my ass," Luther said, pouring himself a large bowl of eggs and sitting down.

"No, bro," Diego said. "He shanked your heart.

"Is that my bathrobe?" Elliott asked from where he had appeared in the doorframe.

Luther swallowed. "No." He said.

"Look, who cares what he shanked?" Five said. "He knows something about time travel."

"Um." Elliott raised his hand like a schoolboy before lowering it when he realized what he was doing. "Wait, why don't you just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out?"

Five scoffed. "Anyone care to explain?" He asked, getting up to pour himself another cup of coffee.

"First time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse," Luther stated, mouth full of eggs.

"Second time, he ended up without hair on his balls." Diego added.

"And the last time, we all got scattered 60 years in the past- your future- In Dallas," Emery said, rubbing his tired eyes. Maybe soon he would have to resort to coffee to keep him awake if he wanted to survive this shitshow.

"And now we've possibly triggered another doomsday." Five said with that maniac faux smile of his. "Any more questions, Elliott?"

"Uh, no." Elliott rushed out.