definitely maybe i will live to love || Five x Reader/OC ||

the clock says it's time to close now

Soul Kitchen

"Hey, Diego. Is your sister alright?"

"Huh?"

Patch gives him a flat stare. "Your sister. Eight. How is she doing?"

The house had burst into commotion upon Eight and Klaus' return, but after of the yelling and questioning and hugging had abated, Eight took Klaus up to a room to calm down from whatever ordeal he had gone through, and she hadn't been back down since.

"Fine, I guess? It's Eight." Diego shrugs. "She's good."

"Wow."

"What?"

"You don't see it?"

"See what?" Frustration clips his tone.

Patch gives her head a small shake. She pats his shoulder. She needs to get back to work and work with the mess the Hargreeves leave behind wherever they go. The Lord is testing her with this family. "You know, it might be good for you to check on her instead of it always being the other way around."

She goes to leave. "I'll be back tonight, Hargreeves, so don't do too much while I'm away."

"You don't have to come back," Diego says, but it's spoken with a smirk. "You can sit down at your desk and pretend everything you've been through hasn't been cool."

Patch reluctantly returns it with a smirk of her own. "It hasn't been cool," she corrects. "It's just made me see that Eight needs all the backup she can get."

She throws a wave over her shoulder. "Go see if she's alright, Diego."

"Yeah, yeah, I will."

Diego watches Patch until she walks from the foyer and is gone.

Mom, who sweeps goose feathers and chips of wood from the floor, says, "What a nice girl, son."

"Ah, she's alright." More to himself, Diego mutters, "She's alright."

-

Vanya finds you back in your room, sitting in a chair facing the window. The sight of it conjures depressing memories of how she often found you after Five disappeared and Ben died. You used to sit in front of windows to dream. Now, you sit to forget, and if not forget, then to repress.

She keeps telling you to go to a therapist.

"Hey," Vanya quietly calls. "You wanna go home?"

You hum, body relaxing somewhat as you shift back into this reality. "I want to make sure Klaus is okay."

"Allison is watching over him. She'll call us if anything happens, but he's settled down, now." Vanya pauses. "I heard...he got stuck in Vietnam."

"Yeah."

"He came back, Eightie. You didn't lose him."

"He went to war."

She purses her lips. "Look, I...I think we should go home. I want you to come home with me. Please."

Vanya phrases it in a way that seems to be asking you to come, that she is the one who needs you by her side. It usually does the trick.

You turn, expression pensive. "Vanya, there's...there is something we need to talk to you about. I need to talk to you about. It's...it's important. It's about the apocalypse."

"Yeah, well," Vanya replies, a smile flickering across her lips, "we have a few days, right? I'm sure it can wait for just a little bit."

She gestures for you to join her. "Come on."