Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

1} Going Awol

BEEP!

I fucking hate that alarm clock.

BEEP!

Oh, shut the fuck up.

BE-

Jenna slammed her hand down on the alarm clock just like she'd been doing for the past few months since her husband ran away from her. On a normal day, she and Five had a deal: she'd set the alarm at night and he'd turn it off in the morning. Now, she was left all by herself and she hated every fucking moment of it. She was in between missions as the Commission was trying to figure out what to do with her since Five started working by himself leaving her without a partner. The last one they gave her, Sam, blew up on their last mission to the WWII front lines, so she was apprehensive for a new partner, to say the least.

Regardless of that, today was the day she was going to hunt down her coward of a husband and get their divorce finalized. She'd been looking for him since he ran away and had finally figured out how to find him, and all it took was threatening Herb a little bit while he was operating the Infinite Switchboard, though it did hurt her to threaten the little guy. Five and Jenna had been the best assassins at the Commission by a long shot. Their powers helped them greatly and as a team they were flawless, even though they were both almost 60 and hated killing people. Jenna threw on her suit and grabbed her assigned briefcase. She put on her headphones and clicked on Super Freak from her ancient Walkman that had been through hell and back with her. Literally.
You've got this. Just hand him the papers and smack him with your crowbar if necessary. I mean, he fucking deserves it anyways.

She opened the briefcase and was brought straight to November 22, 1963; not even an hour before JFK would be assassinated. She wandered down the street until she found an alleyway that she could hide in and wait for Five to show up to kill the president. And like clockwork, he appeared about five minutes before showtime. He stopped next to the white picket fence near the grassy knoll and started to assemble his gun. As soon as the coast was clear, she marched her ass across the street but stopped a few meters behind Five. He'd put his gun down and was messing with calculations and his powers. His face lit up after finishing an equation and his hands started to glow bright blue.
"Five!?"
"Jenna!? What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm here for you. What are you doing?" She asked in complete and utter confusion.

Before he could answer, the glow had spread from his hands to a big portal in front of them. After a few seconds, a fire extinguisher flew through it, almost clocking Jenna in the face if it weren't for her stopping it mid air with her powers.
"What the fuck was that, Five? I know you hate me, but I didn't think you'd want me dead!"
"I didn't do that! Ugh, I can't hold it much longer. I'm going through. Don't you dare follow me. This doesn't involve you."
"Why wouldn't I follow you, asshole!?"

Jenna pushed through the portal at the same time as Five, completely ignoring his pleas to stay out of his business. It felt like she was being sucked through a vacuum, but with her husband screaming next to her. Her body felt like it was being morphed into a different version of itself; like it was being compacted down and smushed into a smaller version.
Oh, great! I don't die from the Upside Down but will from my husband's idiocy and shit calculations!

They suddenly pushed through the morphing tunnel and fell to the ground with a hard thud.
"God, that fucking hurt!" Jenna grabbed her chest, "Why the fuck did you do that? Where are we, Five?"
Jenna stood up and dusted herself off with a grimace after accepting the helpful hand of a random man who looked high ass fuck with a skirt on. As she did so, the portal closed as well.
"Does anyone else see little Number Five and a random little girl, or is that just me?" The same man asked, looking between the two of them and rubbing the back of Jenna's hand, "Ooooh, soft. What lotion do you use?"
What? Little?