1 | thrown into the future | | terra nova, the umbrella academy

three

jason, stephanie, five . . .

nine days later . . .

jason and stephanie's apartment . . .

chicago, illinois . . .

december thirtieth, 2140 . . .

Five was discharged from the hospital nine days later. During that time he'd gotten to know Jason and Stephanie, both together and separately. He'd learnt that Stephanie was a professor at the University of Chicago teaching Forensic Criminology and that Jason worked for the CCPD with his brother Jim, working Homicide. That was also when he found out about the fracture. Jason was more than happy to lend Five his plex, and the time traveller read everything he could about the fracture, completely fascinated. He went on a ten minute rant about all the practical applications as well as all of the possibilities of how it happened to Jason, who was happy enough to indulge him, only asking questions when he didn't understand something. 

Five had, however, been completely taken back when, upon arriving at the apartment, he found out they'd set up the loft room entirely for him. He stood at the top of the stairs, looking around the small room in surprise. There was a small twin bed against one wall, with a blue comforter on it and two pillows. There was a holographic projector similar to the one Elisabeth had let him borrow while he was in the hospital set up along one wall that had a low shelf that reached his knees with holes - likely for storing clothes, books and other bits and pieces - a small bedside table with a lamp, and a desk set up with another lamp, several books of that reusable paper, and two wrapped boxes.

"All of this, is for me?" Five asked, frowning.

"Of course." Stephanie smiled, leaning against the wall beside him. "The holographic projector is from Liz. She said you mentioned that sometimes the equations come to you in the middle of the night and you just write on any available surface. This way you can look back at them later and make corrections. Tomorrow if you're feeling up to it, Jason can take you out shopping for some clothes and other essentials. For now..." Stephanie pulled out a small fabric box from under the bed and put it on the bed, opening it up and showing him the contents. "Toothbrush, toothpaste, socks, underwear, pens for the paper and the projector. And we got you a few extra things." She nodded to the wrapped boxes, so Five opened them up. The first box had the latest Plex, equipped with a stylus, charger and a spare promethium core to power it. The second box held a phone - or their version of it - which was attached to a strap that went around his forearm.

"You..." Five was completely speechless.

"I programmed my, Jason, Jim and Elisabeth's numbers into it. We figured you could be trusted, considering your mental age doesn't line up to your physical."

"Hmm, mentally, sure, i'm somewhere around sixty or seventy at this point? But that's just my memories of a life that never happened, of a future I stopped. I'm really fifteen." Five shrugged a shoulder, running his fingers over the plex. "My memories are muted. It started happening about a month after I got home."

"Why do you think that might be?" Stephanie asked.

"Lila - my sister in law - theorised that it might be because the timeline had been fixed. The human brain isn't capable of holding memories of that many years, not unless said person has an eidetic memory, and while my mind is sharp and I tend not to forget things I hear or read, I don't have perfect recall." Five shrugged, sliding the small memory card Elisabeth had given him with the equations from the projector at the hospital into the back of the new projector, the equations appearing in front of the wall.