Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

3} Night At Vanya's

"Hey, Jenna, I-" Five looked over to the passenger's seat to find Jenna fast asleep, leaning her head against the frigid window, all while First Love/Late Spring echoed through the car. She'd put that on his mixtape and custom CD the moment she stumbled upon a beaten up disk and radio that she rigged to burn CD's in the apocalypse. He'd never truly understood why she added it to his mix until he ran away. He continued to stare at Jenna's peaceful, sleeping face while he was stopped at a red light. It'd been years since she got proper rest it seemed. The apocalypse always posed threats in the middle of the night, she was always up every time she heard a creek thinking Stephen needed something during their horrid time at the Commission. To top it all off, her sleeping habits worsened when Five was gone and she couldn't hardly sleep at all. She was left just hoping he'd stop by in the middle of the night. Hell, even when she was growing up she was burdened with constant nightmares of the Upside Down and Hawkins Lab. So, technically, she'd never truly gotten a proper night's rest since her childhood. A blaring car horn honking at Five knocked him out of his daze and he sighed before looking back at the road. Realization hit him that Vanya's apartment was fairly close by and made the executive decision to stop there for the night to let Jenna rest.

He got out of the car as soon as he parked along the side of the road and walked over to the passenger's side to pull Jenna out. He placed her securely on his back as he began to climb up the fire escape to the apartment he hoped and prayed was Vanya's. He would've spatial jumped inside, but he was way too tired and exhausted to jump that great of a distance. When he finally reached the window, he noticed that it was conveniently unlocked as he carefully pushed the sill up with a couple fingers.
Doesn't she know how unsafe this is? I'm related to idiots!

He pulled himself through the window, careful to not hit Jenna's head on the frame as he did so. Once he was full through, he walked over to Vanya's couch and laid Jenna down with meticulous ease. While doing so, he grabbed a blanket from the back of a nearby chair, spreading it out over her body and lightly tucking her in. He was about to move and sit on the armchair next to the couch, but stopped his movements when Jenna grabbed his wrist in her sleep. He looked down, amazed at the small gesture. Before he could overthink the act, he sat down on the couch and rested her head in his lap, soaking up every moment of her touch.
God, I missed this so much.

Five clicked on the standing lamp next to him as soon as he heard Vanya unlocking the door.
"Jesus!" Vanya jumped back and grabbed her chest in shock.
"Shhh. You'll wake Jenna," He said while stroking Jenna's hair. If she woke up, she'd more likely than not shove him away and he didn't want to give that up any time soon. He was relishing every second he could get. "Also, you should have locks on your windows."
"I live on the second floor," Vanya deadpanned.
"Rapists can climb," Five shrugged with a slight raise of his eyebrows.
"You are so weird," Vanya muttered as she hung up her coat.
"Tell me about it," Jenna groaned and sat up, rubbing her eyes, "Are we in her apartment?"
"Yeah, why?" Five removed his hands from her so she could sit up.
"Just asking," She yawned.

Vanya sat down across from them and stared at the blood covering Jenna and Five's clothes from head to toe.
"Is that blood?" She pointed at their white shirts.
"It's nothing," Five dusted her question off.
"It is blood," Jenna rolled her eyes, "He's a messy kill-" Five quickly placed his hand over Jenna's mouth to stop her from revealing any further information that would later be regretted sharing. Jenna licked his hand, causing him to yank it back with complete and utter disgust covering his features.
"That was disgusting," He wiped his palm against his trousers.
"Yeah, for you and me both," Jenna tried to lick the bloody, metallic taste from her tongue away.

Vanya shook her head at their stupidity, "Why are you two here?"
"I've decided you're the only one I can trust," Five informed her, "Other than my wife here, of course."
"Ex-wife," Jenna corrected.
"No. I won't sign the papers," He wiggled a finger in her face, "Never ex-wife."
"Can you two stop fighting for five seconds?" Vanya broke their bickering up, "Why am I the only one you can trust?"
"Because you're ordinary," Five explained.
"Because you'll listen is what he meant to say," Jenna elbowed him in the side.
Five retaliated by lightly smacking her arm. She winced slightly due to her unhealed tracker wound, which Five had forgotten about entirely since she'd healed his own.
"Oh, shit, Jenna," His eyes softened as he gently cradled her arm, "I'm sorry, I forgot. Vanya? Do you have any supplies to clean up cuts?"
"Uh, yeah," Vanya stood up from the chair, "Let me go grab stuff real quick."