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

☕️ Chapter Fourteen ☕️

I keep dozing off to sleep, against my hand. Watching Luther sleep on the couch isn't helping matters in the slightest.

I've stayed up the whole night, waiting for Five to come out of the room. He would not come out yesterday. It didn't matter what we, well, what I said or tried to do. Luther gave up after about 5 minutes.

I stretch in my chair, then look at Luther. "At least I have endurance, unlike you..." I yawn. "Your stupid ass instantly gave up and went to sleep."

I hear some rummaging from the kitchen and immediately perk up and get out of the chair and get into a defensive stance. It's most likely Five, but still...it could be anyone.

"Five?" Luther groans, finally waking up. "Is that you?"

I roll my eyes. "Let's go find out, you moron."

He gets off the couch and follows me into the kitchen, where Five is standing in front of the open refrigerator, drinking water from some large jug.

"Uh, Five?" I ask, giving him a questioning look. "What are you doing? Are you okay?"

He places the jug back in the refrigerator. "I'm going to need to be hydrated."

"Hydrated?" Luther asks.

Five doesn't answer, but just shuts the refrigerator door and makes a brief turn to the small table, picking up a bottle of baby powder and begins shaking some down his sleeve.

"What the hell is up with the baby powder?" I ask.

He switches sleeves. "It'll help with the itching."

"What itching?" Luther asks, confused. "There's itching? What the hell is going on here?"

Five then pours some powder down the front of his shorts, really making me confused and a little mad.

"Five!" I exclaim. "Could you please answer us?! It's very concerning that you're pouring baby powder down the front of your shorts!"

He looks over at me with the slightest bit of red dusting his cheeks and sets the bottle on the table again, looking away from us.

'Holy shit?! Did he just...did I just make him blush?' I mentally ask myself. That's something you really wouldn't expect from him.

He clears his throat, as he hops in place, moving the powder around. "Apologies for not answering right away, but I have a plan."

"You do?!" Luther practically shouts.

"Well, it's more of a desperation move." Five quickly corrects, grabs his blazer, and goes to Elliott's old work space. "But since our brain-dead siblings are incapable of meeting a simple deadline. We've got no other choice."

I look at him wide-eyed. "You're not going...there, are you?"

He shakes his head. "No. I'm doing something far more dangerous than that."

"Well, spit it out." Luther demands.

He sighs, holding his blazer over his shoulder. "I have to find myself..." He looks at his watch. "I just arrived in Dallas fifteen minutes ago."

I was still confused, but then realization hit me like a train. "Kennedy...today's the day of the parade...and you were suppose to assassinate him."

"Huh?" Luther hums, quizzically.

"If that small brain of yours can recall..." Five starts stretching. "I was sent to 1963, on a job by the Commission to make sure the president was assassinated."

"Oh! So, your old self is out there." Luther replies, realization finally hitting him.

Five rolls his head around. "Precisely."