The Space Between Us (S2) || Five Hargreeves x Reader

☕️ Chapter Three ☕️

"Elliott, did you develop these pictures yourself?" Five asks, as he looks through a magnifier at a picture of Allison.

After coming back last night, we both fell asleep on the couch and when I woke up for no apparent purpose at six in the morning, I noticed that I was laying up against Five.

I was happy Five actually got some sleep in for once, but that was definitely a different way to wake up, warm, but very different. It made a fluttery feeling appear in my stomach.

"Of course." Elliott nods. "I can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. The government has eyes everywhere."

"So, you have a darkroom here?" I ask.

He points in a certain direction. "Yeah. I converted the hallway closet into one."

Five marks out the date on the box we found last night and hands it to Elliott. "Can you develop this?"

He takes the box from Five's hand and immediately turns it over. "Huh. Frankel Footage...are they friends of yours?"

"Please don't ask any questions, if you don't want to confuse yourself even more after I tell you this." I reply and he only raises an eyebrow at me. "They're cousins on our robot mother's side."

"Can you do it or not?" Five quickly adds.

Elliott gives me a weird look, then proceeds to wave the box around. "Sure I can."

"How long will it take?" Five presses further.

"Well, I mean, I'm running low on acetic acid." He replies, walking away from us. "Beeker's Cameras is open today, but it's two miles away. I mean, I'd have to take the bus. On the other hand, Gibson's is only ten blocks away, but I've got to cut through the park, and then there's pigeons-"

"Elliott." I interrupt loudly, making sure to grab his attention. "How long will it take for you to do it here?"

"Like five, maybe six hours." He finally answers.

Suddenly, a radio starts blaring behind Five and I. 'Attention all units. We have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium.'

"What's a code 3-15?" Five asks.

"Mmm." He swallows the bite of cereal he had. "Fugitives on the run."

I turn the radio up with my powers, since I'm interested in what's being said. 'Twenty-five patients still at large. Many are considered armed and dangerous.'

"Diego..." I mutter.

"Who's Diego?" Elliott asks.

Five sighs. "Imagine Batman, then aim lower."

He looks over at Elliott. "You get to work on that film. We'll be back as soon as we can."

He goes to lay something on the table then walks back over to me, grabs my hand, and jumps us outside somewhere.

"I'm guessing we're here for Diego?" I ask.

"Yeah." He points at the building across the road from us. "That's where Oswald works and he's about to get off."

"And we know how much Diego's wanting to save Kennedy. So, he's got to be camping out somewhere close." I continue, scanning the area.

Then, I see a car parked quite some distance in front of us. I can see Diego and some girl right through the windshield. "The dumbass is literally sitting in plain sight. He's in that car with a girl." I point to the car.

"Let's have him introduce her to us." He replies and I lay my hand on his shoulder, so he can jump us into the back of the car to be unnoticed.

"Then why are you doing this?" The girl asks with a British accent.