Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

5} Not The Fucking Mannequin!

"You have got to be kidding me," Jenna stared up at the Gimbel Brothers department store sign in disbelief while getting soaked through in the pouring rain. They'd wandered around the city for a few hours just trying to feel like their old selves again, getting lunch and just chatting about meaningless small talk, but he had to ruin Jenna's attitude once more by taking them to get Delores.
"Hey," Five glared at her, "Don't act like I'm the only one attached to her. You would've been stuck with just me all those years in the apocalypse if it weren't for her. Admit it; you like her as much as I do."
"I do not. Yes, it was nice having a companion other than you sometimes, but I'm not attached to that... thing," Jenna shuttered at the thought of being that attached to an inanimate object.
"What about your stupid crowbar?" Five challenged.
"Do not talk about Quesadilla like that," Jenna snapped at him, "If it weren't for Quesadilla, I'd be dead hundreds of times over by now. I have a very different relationship with my crowbar than you do with Delores. At least I was never in an intimate relationship with my thing."

"Whatever you need to tell yourself, Love," He shot back at her, "Come on."
"God, you are ridiculous," She huffed, "The stupid ass things I do for you that you'd never do for me."
Jenna begrudgingly followed her idiot husband into the Gimbel Brother's to fetch his emotional support mannequin. He spatial jumped in while she phased through the door.
"Stay behind me," he whispered and walked in front of her.
Jenna rolled her eyes and pushed past him instead, tired of his bullshit. He briefly stopped and grabbed a flashlight off one of the nearby racks while Jenna used her powers, emitting a small ball of light from her hands.
"Found her," Jenna nudged her shoulder in the direction of Delores, "She's all yours, Five. God, I can't believe I'm doing this right now. I'm so stupid"
Five slowly walked down the aisle giving Delores a look of pure adoration, one Jenna hadn't seen in over a year.
What the fuck did she do to earn that kind of look?

"Delores. It's good to see you. I've missed you... we both have. Obviously," Five tacked on that last part quickly.
"He's a nut job, am I right?" Jenna whispered to another mannequin standing right next to her.
"Well, I... it's been a rough couple of days," Five continued to ramble to Delores.
"Uh, Five?" Jenna tried to gain his attention when she noticed two figures approaching.
He ignored Jenna's warnings and kept staring at Delores.
"Five! We're in trouble! Hide!"

(Start playing Heartache Tonight for a more fun reading experience. Yes, the show uses Don't Stop Me Now, but I wanted to mix it up. Plus, Jenna's already had a massive fight scene to that song in Escape and I'm trying to break her character off from Queen a bit. You know, have her branch out a bit. Enjoy!)
"Duck!"
Jenna grabbed onto Five and yanked him down behind a mannequin stand to avoid the gunshots. They crouched as they ran behind a clothing rack, taking a closer look at the two masked figures shooting the mannequins, including Delores.

"Shit, Jenna. It's them! I have to save her," Five panicked as he saw the bullets flying towards Delores.
"Don't you fucking dare, Five Hargreeves," Jenna warned through gritted teeth.
He looked back and forth between Jenna and Delores a few times before deciding to be the hero and rescue the fucking mannequin from the gunfire. By the time he got back to the hiding spot, Jenna had disappeared. He started to panic, until he saw her notorious glow from across the room. She leapt out from behind a counter and jumped onto Hazel's back, shocking the shit out of him with her electrical charge.
"I'm sorry, I really liked you, Hazel!" Jenna half-heartedly apologized.
"Get off of me, Jenna!" Hazel thrashed around trying to flick Jenna off of him, "I liked you too. We could've been friends!"
"A bit too late for that now, don't you think?" Jenna scoffed.
"Cha Cha, don't you dare shoot at her, you'll hit me!" Hazel stared at Cha Cha with wide eyes under his mask as soon as she pointed her gun at him.
Jenna slid off of Hazel's back just before Cha Cha started shooting, ignoring Hazel's pleas.
"Not cool, Cha Cha! Not cool," He grabbed his wounded shoulder.