But, you're me?

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TW: Death, smoking, addiction, alcohol.

|You're no good for me but baby, I want you|

|Y/n|

The morning came sooner than everyone thought. Y/n's head was pounding, like a tiny person--begging to get out. She started groaning as she finally opened her eyes. Five's arms were wrapped around her torso.

"Fuck, what happened last night?" She muttered to herself, as the body flashed into her head. Her eyes teared up, but she didn't cry. She got out of bed, removing Five's arms from her waist to go make coffee. After all, Elliot wouldn't be. She walked out of her bedroom, seeing Luther passed out on the couch.  What the hell? She walked over to the kitchen, putting a pot of coffee on. Five quickly followed her, without her realizing. 

"Hey," He muttered, grabbing the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup. 

"Jesus, you startled me," She groaned, grabbing his coffee and chugging it. The heat didn't bother her, although her tongue was burning. 

"Sorry, but uh, we need to talk," Five started. 

"About last night?" Y/n questioned, a little worried by her somehow forgettable actions. 

"No, about getting home," Five scoffed. 

"Go on," Y/n murmured, grabbing water from the fridge. 

"You know how we had to make sure JFK was dead?" 

"Yeah? Why?" The realization slowly came to her. "Wait, the briefcase," She mumbled to herself. "Five, that's dangerous, what about the paradox psychosis?" She asked, chugging the water. 

"We'll have to deal with that since our oafish siblings couldn't comprehend a deadline, He sighed. 

"What time do we need to be ready by?" 

"11:30 ish, it's like 10 now," Five replied, checking his watch. 

"Whatever, I feel like shit anyway," 

"You feel like shit? I had to witness everything that occurred last night." He chuckled. 

"Don't tell me, I don't want to know," She blurted, covering his face with her hand. He started chuckling to himself more and more. "Dude, it couldn't have been that funny," She scoffed, uncovering his mouth.

"Oh, it was," He smirked, lifting his eyebrows.

"What happened to you being the crabby one?"

"What happened to you being the positive one?

"And what happened to the whole saving the world plan?" Luther muttered, walking into the kitchen.

"We're trying to come up with one now, but she isn't cooperating, Five sighed.

"Where'd my coffee go?" Y/n mumbled to herself.

"Discuss your plan, I'm going to try and find Klaus," Luther added, heading towards the door.

"Be back by 11:25!" Five shouted as the door slammed shut.

"Can you slam the door a little softer please?" Y/n groaned.

"Where were we? Right, trying to discuss a plan," Five scoffed.

"Five, can we please do this later? I'm tired and it's just-- mmm water," She started. The water jug was on the counter as she chugged the whole thing. After placing it down merely a few minutes ago, she forgot it was there.

"Wait," Five butted in.

"What?" she questioned.

"Do you remember the date?" Five asked.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 19, 2023 ⏰

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