I Can Read Minds, Idiot || Five Hargreeves x Reader

Chapter Fourteen

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(Y/n)'s pov

Luther drove, with Five in the passenger seat and me in the back middle seat. Soon the car comes to a halt when we reach the post we'd be meeting Hazel and Cha-Cha.

"You know, I never enjoyed it." Five suddenly spoke up. Luther and I looked at him confused.
"What?"
"The killing."
"Yeah, I'd hope not." I chuckle a little.
"Yeah. I mean, I was good at my work, and I took pride in it."
"And this is where it goes downhill." Five gives me a look for interesting him before he goes back to talking.
"But it never gave me pleasure. I think it was all those years alone. Solitude can do funny things to the mind."

"Yeah, well, you were gone for such a long time. I only spent four years on the moon, but that was more than enough."
"Yeah, I was stuck in a coma, alone, for years."
"It's the being alone that breaks you." Luther pauses for a moment before speaking again.

"You think they'll buy it?" he fondles with the suitcase for a second.
"Well, what I do know is that they're desperate. It's like a cop losing his gun. If the Commission finds out, they'll be in deep shit. Oh, not to mention the fact that they'll be stuck here until they get it back."
"Well, I should hold onto it. In case they make a move on you."
"Okay, Luther, but be careful. I mean, I've lived a long life, but you're still a young man. You got your whole life ahead of you. Don't waste it."

He looks at Five with the 'what the fuck just happened' face and then back to me. I lean up in my seat to whisper to Luther, giving five the same face Luther did.
"Did Five just give you... old man wisdom?"
"Yeah. I think so."
"Oh, will you two shut up." Five looks ahead at the road when a car pulls up.

"Here we go." Five jumps out of the car, Luther and I following behind. Five walks over to our side.
"If this all goes sideways do me a favor and tell Delores I'm sorry." with that, he walks over to the two assassins. HE SAYS GOODBYE TO DELORES AND NOT ME!? I feel sooo loved right now.

Five's pov

I walk up to Hazel and Cha-Cha, who meet me in the middle of the two cars.
"The masks really nessecery?" I watch them as they yank their masks off, throwing them to the ground.
"So where is it, kid?"
"Wow, that's how you're gonna start. You know, we can get right back in our car and call it a day."
"You won't even make it halfway there." Cha-Cha pulls her gun out on me.
"Maybe. But as I'm sure you found out in your previous foray, my brother is not your average giant."
"He's right. You dropped a chandelier on him, got right back up." Hazel buts in.

"By the time you took him out, he'd smash your precious briefcase to a pulp."
"Probably us too, right? So, how do we help each other?"
"I need you to get in contact with your superior, so I can have a chat with her. Face-to-face."
"About what?" Cha-Cha questions me suspiciously.
"Well, I don't believe that's any of your concern."
"Just don't tell her about the briefcase." I nod towards her.
"Fair enough." with that we depart from each other.

"What happens now?" Luther questions.
"Now we wait." We all turn when we hear music from what sounded like an ice cream truck.
"Is that her?" I squint my eyes to try and see who's driving the truck. When they get closer I notice Klaus driving it with Diego in the passenger side. Klaus waves at us as he drives by.
"Hi!" I hear (Y/n) yell to Klaus.
"What the hell is he doing here?"
"Go faster!" Diego yells before all hell breaks loose.

Luther pushes (Y/n) and me behind him before time seems to stop. I wait a moment before I peek for behind Luther to see that time was in fact stopped. I dunk under Luther's arm before walking forward to observe the scene in front of me. Soon I hear her wicked and annoying voice.

"Neat trick isn't it?" I turn to face the Handler. "Hello, Five. You look good, all things considered." She motions to his body.
"It's good to see you again." That's a lie. I hate this woman with a passion.
"Feels like we just met yesterday. Course, you were a little bit older then. Congratulations on the age regression, by the way. Very clever. Threw us all off the scent."
"Well, I wish I could take credit. I just miscalculated the time dilation projections, and, well, you know. Here I am." I throw my hands up a bit, placing them in my pockets after.

"You realize your efforts are futile. So why don't you tell me what you really want?"
"I want you to put a stop to it." I say it like it's obvious because, well, it is.
"You realize what you're asking for is next to impossible, even for me. What's meant to be is meant to be. That's our raison ďêtre." I pull out my gun on her. I was getting tired of her bull shit.
"Yeah? Well, how about survival as a raison?"
"I'll just be replaced. I'm but a small cog in a machine." She slowly starts to step towards me. This creepy bitch.

"This fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that. Fantasy. I must say, though, we're all quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-itiveness, really quite something. Which is why we want to offer you a new position back at the Commission, in management." I look at her like she's crazy.

"Sorry, what's that now?"
"Come back to work for us again. You know it's where you belong."
"Well, it didn't work out too well the last time."
"But you wouldn't be in the correction division any longer. I'm talking about the home office. You'd have the best health and pension, and an end to this ceaseless travel. You're a distinguished professional in schoolboy shorts. We have the technology to reverse the process. I mean, you can't be happy like this." I glance at (Y/n) for a second. This could also be my chance to figure out who causes the apocalypse. The Handler lowers my gun with her hand.

"I'm not looking for happy." I look at the Handler just now noticing how close she was. Doesn't she know what personal space is?
"We're all looking for happy." She proceeds to weirdly caress my cheek with her hand. Eww.
"We can make that happen. We can make you, yourself again."

"And what about my family?"
"What about them?"
"I want them to survive." She looks at all my family before looking at me again.
"All of them?"
"Yes. All of them."
"Well, I'll see what I can do. Do we have a deal?" She reaches her hand out for me to take.
"One thing."

I walk over to one of the assassin's guns and unload it throwing each part different ways onto each side of the road.
I walk over to the bullet in the air and move it so it misses Luther and (Y/n). I walk over to (Y/n) and pull out a piece of paper writing a note and placing it in her pocket. I glance at her one more time before walking to the Handler and taking her hand. She zaps us away from the chaos.

(Y/n)'s pov

The truck rams into the other car as it knocks back the assassins. I open my eyes to notice Five is not beside me anymore.
"Five?" I look around Luther doing the same. "God this boy." Luther then throws the briefcase Cha-Cha running after it. Luther and I run to help our brothers out of the ice cream truck and rush them into the car.

Luther gets in the driver seat while I sit in the back in between Klaus and Diego since a saw Ben in the front seat. I wave and smile at him and he does the same in return. Luther drives off and I watch Klaus as he turns around and flips off the two people. Klaus and I laugh as we hear Cha-Cha scream curses at us as we leave the scene.

I put my hands in my pockets and feel I piece of paper which I was sure wasn't there before.

It read:

Dear Eight,
      I'm sorry I had to leave you again. I have a plan. I'll be back as soon as I possibly can. Don't worry about me, because I know you are right now. I'll be back soon. I promise.
Five

Damn. The bastard knows me so well. I'm still worried. Bitch better be back soon or I'm gonna strangle him. Just be careful, Five.

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THIS WHOLE SCENE TOOK UP A WHOLE ASS CHAPTER!? Anyway, yay I wrote a chapter today! It may have taken up most of my free time but it's fine. Hope you enjoy the chapter and vote, please. Okay, have a good day/night. BYE BYE! Bowie out!

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