𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒔 (𝑫.𝑮.)

𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚~𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Talia finally got the cuff off her wrist as she walked out of the building. "Okay as your spotter I think the best thing I can do right now is put you out of your misery." She heard a familiar voice say.

"Luther! Five! Am I glad to see you to!" She said rushing over and hugging the two.

"Get the hell off!" Five screamed as he pushed her off and turned to Luther. "I know your feeble mind only respond to age and authority, so listen very closely. Yet again, you are experiencing daddy issues, this time with your own brother, which honestly is making me a bit crazy."

"I just went crazy in there. They locked me in a rubber room, interrogated me for murder, hopped me up on I don't know what kinda drugs, and Im hallucinating because I see my dead ex-fiancée everywhere I go! It's great." Talia chimed in with an insane smile.

"But remember this: I'm fourteen days older than him. I have seniority here. So it is me you should be listening to, Luther. I'm the daddy here!" Five shouts ignoring Talia. As the three continue walking behind older five, Luther and teen five continue to talk. Talia was still going a bit crazy. She looked the part too, her hair was tattered, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was wearing a white outfit they put the mentally insane in.

They finally approached the grassy knoll and Talia cheered. "Are we having a picnic? I love picnics."

"No, Talia. We're here so older looking five can assassinate the president." Younger five said to her.

"That's so mean." Talia pouted before gasping. "We should stop him."

"We can't it has to happen. What is wrong with you by the way?" Luther asked.

"I don't know. But I can smell colors and see sound. Your voice is very rough around the edges." She said before getting distracted and walking off.

"You need a leash." Luther sighed before going to find something. He did indeed find an old dog leash. He tied it around Talia's wrist before going back to the task at hand. He was babysitting a drugged up Talia and a homicidal rage induced five, well two fives. Luther got kicked in the nards by teen five before the two fives began to fight. Luther let go of the leash and Talia began to wander.

After the fight Luther finally knocked out older five and grabbed Talia's leash again. He then grabbed the briefcase and teen five opened the portal. Talia looked through the portal seeing fourteen day younger umbrellas. Luther got hit with a fire extinguisher and then teen and older five fought again. Younger five kicked older five into the portal and everything was good. Until, Diego tried to stop the assassination, luckily he failed and the president did die. Keeping the timeline in tact.

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Talia twitched as she stood on the grassy knoll, her mind still playing tricks on her. She scratched her arm as she tried not to fall for them. "Not real." She mumbled to herself.

"Huh?" Luther asked turning to her. She kept repeating it and he soon realized what she said. "Talia, this is real. Very, very real."

"Yeah, we're stuck in the sixties because Luther was an imbecile!" Five shouted. The two fought as she got worse.

"Not real." She got louder, the two still fought. "Not real." The two got louder ignoring the woman who was shouting. "Not real!" She screamed causing the two to stop. After her scream calmed down and she passed out from exhaustion and drugs the two groaned as they realized they would have to carry her back. Luther picked her up and they began their walk back to Elliott's place.

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Luther walked out of Talia's room, softly closing the door behind him. "She in there?" Diego asked, antsy.

"Yeah, she's sleeping." He said letting his brother go in and walking down to meet everyone else.

"My god tals, you gave me a heart attack out there." Diego said sitting down next to her on the bed. He used his fingers to move some of the hair out of her face. Every time the two separated, one of them came back hurt. Luther informed him on what happened when Talia found them and what she told them. Which, realistically, wasn't much. After sitting with her for a moment she started to wake up. "There's my girl."

"My god, my head is pounding." Talia groaned as she squinted.

"Relax for a moment, okay? Don't strain yourself." Diego sighed as he rushed out to grab her a cup of water. He brought it back to her and helped her sit up so she could take a drink. "What happened? What did Lila do to you?"

"Turned me in. Hey, now they think you're my accomplice and the guy I had an affair with. But they don't know it's you." She said before taking a drink of water. Diego sat next to her leaning against the headboard and putting his arm over her shoulder.

"Good lord." He said with a small laugh.

"Then they thought I had a psychotic break, so they pumped me full of drugs. I lost my mind in that room. I got a song out of it though." She said resting her head on Diego's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, my love." He said pressing a kiss to her head.

"Who would've thought we'd ever end up here? We met in a bar eight years ago for you and eleven years ago for me. Now we're in the sixties trying to stop the world from ending and trying to go back home." Talia asked.

"And you wanna know what? I wouldn't change it for the world because when this is all over it will be worth it. You got a new song out of this, on the plus side you've already got an alter ego. You know, Skylar."

"I do have that." She smiled.

"There's that smile." Diego said as he looked down at her.

Talia decided against telling Diego the details of her stay. She didn't feel like telling him that she was yelled at by her dead ex for hours at a time, or that she felt like dying was the only solution at one point. Diego had enough on his plate she didn't think he needed that burden on him.