ROSES AND FLAMES - Five Hargreeves

𝟮𝟭. your new home

She felt she was was going to pass out, screaming her lungs off we she felt herself fall hard— onto a garbage lid. Josie's back ached as she laid on the lid, looking up and her eyes being blinded by the sun.

"Remind me never to trust you again, Five." Josie groaned, sitting up and noticing nobody else was with her, looking up to the portal slowly closing and disappearing into the air. She swallowed the lump in her throat, standing up and seeing nobody near her, being a little worried.

Josie stammered, trying to find the words of the person she cared most, not even with her anymore, breathing heavily as her hands curled into fists. "Five! Five!" She yelled at, turning back and forth, hoping he would appear— like he always does.

Kicking the garbage can when she didn't get a response, josie angrily walked out of the alley way and onto the Main Street, being hit with Deja vu, and not in the way she liked.

The cars were different, everything seemed more lively, and not to mention the way people were dressing. Josie turned to the right, knowing exactly where she was, coming to check the date on the newspaper.

August 12 1962, Dallas,Texas.

The brunette scoffed, winding up exactly where she and Give started everything, wanting an escape from their jobs, now back to the place they once were. "I'm going to kill you Five." Josie groaned out, putting the newspaper back before she ripped it.

Running a hand through her hair, josie looked on her wrists and felt blessed, quickly putting her hair in a braid, looking down and realizing she didn't even have proper shoes on, except the bowling shoes.

Having no money on her was the harder part, pressing her lips into a fine line, groaning and feeling herself go into the spirit of a sixteen year old.

"Fuck you five— what the hell?" Walking away from the newspaper stand, Josie cut herself off when she saw a familiar face on the poles, furrowing her eyebrows.

Josies jaw dropped, reading up on the article, and a picture of Diego's face smacked on it, trying her hardest to not laugh at that, covering her mouth with her hand, letting out a little squeal. 

"Funny, huh?" Said a voice beside her, causing her to stop laughing, turning to look at the person with a glare. Her smile turned into a frown, wondering who this lady wearing a bright blue dress with a large ball necklace could be, crossing her arms.

"So, was running away from the commission really worth it Josie?" Squinting her eyes for a brief second, Josie wish she had Diego's knives, realizing this lady could either kill her or send her back to the commission.

"What do you want me to say? I mean you saw everything, I cheated death." Josie hated the fact they were in a public street in the middle of the day, acting like they were just two friendly people talking to each other.

"Well for starters, you're 16 again; and it's you're birthday soon, so which is it, 32, or 17?" The lady sassed, crossing her own arms. Josie noticed the lady didn't have a briefcase, tilting her head and trying to be sassy again. The woman must've been in her 30's, clearly absorbing to the life of being in the 60's.

"Great joke," Josie scoffed, unfolding her hands and becoming a little tired. "Now are you going to tell me who you are, or should I just run now and yell stranger danger?" The brunette tried to sound threatening, her eyes telling a different warning, clenching her hands into fists.

"The people you've been with for the last week, are all scattered around Dallas, not to mention, your lover hasn't arrived yet, and we don't know if he will." The lady said, almost needing josie to trust her, even if it's a last resource.