Inseparable

Chapter Ten

Five and I landed on the table in the living room. I toppled off of it, yelping in shock and groaning as I hit the floor. The briefcase then landed on me, then Five landed on the briefcase. I groaned in pain, pushing him off.

All of our siblings were hollering about different crap. Five yanked Allison's coffee cup out of her hand.

"Five, Y/n! Where have you been??" 

"Eternal hell." I say with a groan, still on the floor.

"Who did this to you?" Luther asks.

"Irrelevant." Five says drinking the rest of Allison's coffee. I snatch the cup away from Five before he throws it, taking off the lid quickly so I can vomit the remains of my lunch into it. I put the lid back on and put the cup on the table behind me.

Five gave the Harold Jenkins order to Allison, who unfolded it and read, " Harold Jenkins?"

"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?" Diego asks.

"We don't know.." Five says.

"Yet." I say, giving him a small nudge, "But we do know he's responsible for the apocalypse."

"So we have to find him. And we have to do it now."

"How is he connected to what's gonna happen?" Luther asks with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know." Five said again, his voice on edge.

"So you just know his name?" Diego asks, "That's it?" 

"That's enough." I say, experated.

"But there are probably hundreds of Harold Jenkinsons in the city." Diego says, I bite my lip so I don't punch him.

"Well we better start looking then." Five says pointedly.

Allison then butts in, "I'm sorry, am I the only one sceptical here?" She says with an irritated sigh. Five looks pained for a minute, I raise an eyebrow and shoot him a worried, 'You ok?' look.

"I mean, how exactly do you know all this about what's his name." Allison says.

"Harold Jenkins. You know those lunatics' who attacked the house?" Five hisses.

"Oh yeahh, I think I remember those guys." Klaus says, I feel guilty immediately, that I wasn't there for him..

"Yeah the ones who attacked us while you guys were getting drunk." Diego says with a fake smile.

"Yeah. Them." I say quickly.

"They were sent by the Temps Commision to stop me from coming back, and Y/n from waking up and preventing the end of life on Earth." Five states quickly.

"The Temps what?" Allison asks, crossing her arms.

"Our former employer the monitor of all space and time. To make sure everything that's supposed to happen.. Happens." I say trying to get this moving along.

"They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days." Five says, finishing for me, "So we went to Commision headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics.

"Project Harold Jenkins." I say with a frown, "So he must be responsible for the apocalypse."

They all stand there silently, then break into all sorts of different questions.

"Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?" I hear Allison say.

"You know what else is insane." Five hisses, twitching with rage, "Y/n and I look like 13 year-old children, Klaus talks to the dead, and Luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat."