Prosthetics¹||Five Hargreeves

Five

It had been six months since Five and Matthew's argument inside of Matthew's apartment, they hadn't spoken to each other unless they had to.

And that was usually when they were on a job explaining what their plan was, other than that they never spoke outside of the Commission. As much as both of them tried to accept the fact that they hated each other, it always led back to one thing.

The kiss from that night.

Now Five was still confused and in denial, he felt like he was crumbling from this situation. Did he really kiss Matthew first? Was he telling the truth? Five knew one thing about him, and it was that he wasn't a liar.

He sat in his office debating whether or not he should go and apologize to Matthew, You're not two Five thought to himself. But if I do, will he forgive me?

Five rolled his eyes at the voice in his head, if it's one thing he hated with a passion, it was his conscience telling him what to do. Half the time he told Jimmany cricket to go fuck himself.

Just when Five was about to get up the Handler came in the doorway, he noticed her and now stood in his awkward position. Only because he froze in the middle of standing up.

"Have you seen Matthew?" she asked, Five shook his head, "I haven't, not since our job yesterday" Five spoke looking down at his desk.

The sound of the Handlers heels clicked louder as she had shut the door behind her and stood in front of Five's desk now. "Then that's a shame, but really it's only you I needed to talk to.." the Handler started.

Five looked at her, "About what?"

"I'm taking you off the board until you're.. well enough, so until then you'll stay here and help out Herb," the Handler said, putting her hands together in front her.

The reply from her only led Five to scoff, "May I ask why you're doing this?" he asks, now standing straight up. "The last few months you've almost gotten killed is why-"

"That's because I've had a lot on my mind these past few months, I'm fine," Five replied, "And what about Matthew?" the Handler laughed letting go of her hands, "He's not the one I'm worried about, plus.. you're the best assassin we have."

Five clenched his jaw, wanting to say one of his smartass comments to her, he cared if something happened to him, could Five possibly be having feelings for him?

Why else would he be having these kind of defensive thoughts about Matthew?

"Even if Matthew did die then I'd just put you back on the board and you would have his place and work alone.. like you wanted," Five looked out of the window and back at the Handler.

"You know, I have actually grown pretty fond working with Matthew, so either you leave me on the board or I'll just break my contract right now and quit.." Five said, the Handler hummed quietly.

She wasn't happy with Five's response or the way that he was defending Matthew, the Handler didn't say anything and walked out of the office shutting the door behind her.

Five sighed loudly, being glad he was the only one in the room. He looked at the watch that was on his left wrist and looked back up, "Fuck it.." he mumbled.