𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒, diego hargreeves

CHANGING.

AMBER HARGREEVES present day.

"it's not like me to be so mean, you're all i wanted."

LUTHER IS HUNCHED OVER, cradling Allison's unconscious body. I try to pretend I can't hear him sobbing quiet 'sorry's into her torso as he holds both of her hands in his one, far larger, hand. But I know he knows that I could probably hear him talking from down the street, so I step into the room anyway.

"She's going to be okay, you know?" I half-state and half-question to Luther as I make my way over to him, sitting on the other side of Allison.

I take one of my hands and gently stroke her hair, more for my own comfort than hers. "And if she's not okay?" Luther questions.

"She will be." I swallow, momentarily dragging my gaze away from Allison to see Luther's head in his hands, his words muffled from his sleeves.

I look back over to Allison, her shut eyes and her calm expression, her bandages soaked in blood but not ready to be changed just yet. She looks peaceful, or at least, as peaceful as she can be in this state.

"You can go off, do whatever you need, go see Diego. I'll be fine on my own." Luther waves me off with one hand, wiping his eyes.

A frown takes over my lips as I rub at my forehead, trying to find somewhere to put my hands. "I don't mind."

Luther and I were close when we were kids, nearly inseparable, and our bond only grew when Diego and I begun to despise one another, Luther and Allison being the two people I'd constantly be with around the academy. Up until my accident, then I didn't talk to anyone from the academy for years, so being here with Luther now feels surreal. It's like the two of us don't know how to talk to one another, 'family' or not.

"I want to stay." Luther insists, and I sigh out, rubbing Allison's arm before standing up from where I was sat. I make my way to the room's exit and stop walking just as my hand is on the doorknob.

"Sure you're gonna be okay?" I call over to Luther.

When I receive a grunt in response, I shrug my shoulders and exit the room.

As I walk around the academy aimlessly, my mind drifts back to what Klaus had said, about how my powers aren't useful, or helpful, whatever he'd said. The fact that he wasn't saying it in an offensive way confirms that it's what he genuinely thinks.

I swallow my pride and walk into the living room, where I see Five leaning over with a cocktail in his hand. "Room for another?" I call out to him, and I hear a faint 'whoop' sound in response.

Does Five usually get this drunk?

"Cheers to saving the world." Five hands me a glass as I sit down and the two of us clink them together, some liquid from my cup splashing out and dripping down my hand. I ignore the cool, trickling sensation and place the cup up to my lips, taking a sip from it.

"Minty." I comment, and Five shrugs from behind his glass. "Hey, Five?"

"What?" He questions, placing his cup down.

I do the same as I turn to face him, spinning slightly on my bar stool. "Are my powers useful?"

"No." Five picks his glass up again. "But why do you ask?"

"Seriously?" I groan, throwing my head back and sighing out. So Klaus was right about my powers.

"I'm screwing with you." Five leans over, pressing an awkward hand to my shoulder and patting me. He moves away after a couple of seconds, and I pick my glass back up to take a long sip.