Dysfunctional ~ F.Hargreeves

15} Peculiar Conclusions

Why can't I stop waking up in pain? Ugh, my head hurts so much... Wait, Five? Is he okay? What's going on?

Jenna attempted to sit up, but was slowly ushered back down by Five. He had one arm draped around her waist while the other had been playing with her hair, threading it through his fingers and massaging her scalp.
"Hey, Angel," He whispered sweetly in her ear, "How'd you sleep?"
"Perfect," She sighed, falling against his chest contently, "No nightmares last night. Are you alright? That was a pretty nasty wound, Five."
"I'm doing fine thanks to your lovely patchwork," He gently lifted up the corner of his shirt, peeling back the gauze to show the cut fully healed with zero scar left behind, "How's your head? I noticed new stitches back there."

"Hurts like a bitch, but I don't wanna drain myself by fixing it right now. I'm young again. I'll heal fast. Don't worry about me, isn't that what you always tell me?"
"Yeah, but I'll always worry about you. We always try to be the one in danger while protecting the other. It's our toxic traits. Red flags if you will."
"I'd say we're more caution flags than anything else. Not quite red flags, but definitely not green ones."
"That seems like a fair analogy, I guess."

"So, Bucko," Jenna patted his chest and slightly sat up, "You gonna button up your shirt and go get a move on with me, or are we gonna lay here like bums all day while the world needs saving?"
"Wow, I seem to be rubbing off on you."
"Eat a sock, Pocket Watch."
"Glady if it's yours," He shot her a wink while a lazy smirk played on his lips.
"Ewww. Gross," She hopped out of bed with a grimace while Five chuckled, "Come on, lazy ass."
Jenna grabbed both of Five's hands and yanked him out of bed. She would've gladly laid there all day with him, but time was ticking on the end of the world and they needed to save it. Then, they'd have all the time in the world for a fresh start. For each other. For a family. For a proper life.

He ended up changing into a nice, clean pair of pajamas, lending a set to Jenna as well to cozy up in. They made their way downstairs after hearing Klaus yell down the hallway, 'wakey wakey, eggs and bakey,' all while ringing an oversized bell that echoed past the bedroom doors.
"Here," Klaus poured a very tired Luther a cup of coffee and sat it down on the dining table, "This'll fix you right up."
Five snatched it from him and took a sip for himself. Jenna rolled her eyes and made her way to the fridge where she found some apple juice. She hated coffee and there was no orange juice, so it seemed like the next best thing she was gonna find. She made her way back over to the table and sat next to Five, taking a content sip of her juice in the process.

"Jesus!" Five spit his coffee back into his cup, "Who do I gotta kill to get a decent cup of coffee?"
"Can we get started please?" Luther winced from Five's yelling in his ear.
"Anyone seen any of the others?" Klaus looked around, "Diego? Allison? No?"
"I think they both left after Five and I passed out," Jenna shrugged and continued sipping her juice.
Five stole it from her as she brought it down from her lips and took a sip as well to clear his taste buds from the death that was Klaus' coffee.
"All right, then," Klaus clapped his hands together, "This is the closest thing to a quorum...that we're gonna get. Now, listen up. There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just gonna spit it out."
"This is a bad idea," Jenna heard Ben mutter from across the table. She smiled at him and gave him a wave that he returned, "He's an idiot."
Jenna mouthed 'I know' back at him then pursed her lips, ready to listen to what Klaus was going to share.

"Klaus-" Luther sighed.
"I conjured Dad last night," Klaus spat out.
Silence followed, engulfing the room as everyone tried to comprehend what they had just heard.
"I thought you said you haven't been able to conjure anyone in years," Luther sputtered out.
"Ah, yes, I know, but I'm sober. Ta-da!" Klaus gave everyone a cheeky smile with enthusiastic jazz hands.
"Yay!" Jenna clapped, "I'm so proud of you! I was sober for thirty years until... Well, I'm working on it again. Congrats to you, though."
"Thank you, Jenna," He curtsied, "I got clean, yesterday, to talk to someone special, and then ended up having this... conversation with dear old Daddy himself."
"Has anyone got some aspirin?" Luther grunted, grabbing his head in pain.
"Top shelf," Five messed with his coffee, swirling it around mindlessly, "Next to the crackers."