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

my life is sunshine, lollipops and rainbows

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

"Oh, shit, Hazel. Look."

Cha-Cha points to the entrance of your apartment. It didn't take much to figure out where you lived; they just found your sister's address in the phonebook and connected her comment about the two of you living together in her tell-all autobiography.

Reading the bits and pieces he did hadn't done anything good for Hazel. He never liked knowing their targets were decent people.

Which is why outrage fills him upon seeing a strange man carry you to his truck that's parked outside. He glances around to make sure nobody in the immediate area is watching him, and then he puts you into the passenger's seat. He acts like he's trying to help you, assist you, concerned for you, but Hazel has the refined ability to recognize a killer when he sees one.

This man plans to do something bad to you.

Cha-Cha, noting the exact same thing, tosses the autobiography into the backseat. "Well, damn," she says with a chuckle. "Guess somebody wants to do our job for us."

"We should follow him," Hazel says. He covers the concern in his voice, but Cha-Cha still questions him.

"Why? Dude's on a mission."

"Well, it would be bad if we immediately assume that he can do the job himself. What if she gets away somehow? Or he tries to kill her and can't? We need to at least make sure whatever he does is final."

"Hm. Yeah, you're right. Okay. Then, once we're done, we can hunt down that damn druggie."

Hazel pulls onto the road behind the truck with you and the man inside it. He shouldn't be feeling this way about a target, but lately, he's been feeling all sorts of ways that are, objectively, off-putting. Agnes and her donuts, the end of the world, Five going rogue for his family, you and your determination about stopping the inevitable, the increasing ridiculousness of the Commission's demands...

It makes him start to dream. That's a dangerous thing to do in his line of work.

"I just wanna know how he took her down," Cha-Cha says. She idly smooths her hair. "Maybe we'll torture him to find out? Blow off some steam?"

"Yeah, we could do that."

If your family doesn't get to him before they do, of course.

-

"Vanya? Vanya, slow down, I can't—what? Eight? She's been—oh my god—Vanya, hey, Vanya, honey, just listen, breathe, you gotta, hey—"

Five rips the phone from Allison's hands. She lets him, however, because tears fill her eyes, and she has to brace herself against the wall to compose herself. Luther swoops in to check on her, but she can't talk because of the terror in her throat. Diego, Klaus, and Ben also circle around the phone.

Before Five can put the phone to his ear, he hears Vanya's panicked voice on the other side. Shit.

"Vanya." His tone is crisp and cut. "Talk to me."

"It—it's Eight I came home and, and I just got my meds I had just stepped out and the door was open a-and the room was trashed and I couldn't find Eight anywhere—" Vanya harshly sobs. Five hears another crash in the room, like a low shaking. He grits his teeth together and shoots everyone else a forlorn look. "And I think someone took her! Someone took Eight! You were right, you were right, we should have stayed. Someone took Eight an—and—and I don't—I don't—"