𝐅 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 '𝐒 𝐏 𝐄 𝐓 - 𝐹. 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝗖 𝗛 𝗔 𝗣 𝗧 𝗘 𝗥 - 𝐈

𝟯𝗥𝗗  𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪

❝𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞

                               _______
𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 since the siblings have gone their separate ways. They were now located in Canada.

(Y/N) waited for Five as he was sitting inside of a gym for a meeting. The meeting was discussing different timelines and peoples beliefs. She could overhear what he was saying due to the door being slightly opened. "Hi, my names Jerome." Five introduced himself by a fake name. Everyone said hi in union. "I'm still new to all this, but I can tell you folks, what you're talking about is real. You're not crazy," He sighed. "And I know because I've been to other timelines. I don't look it, but I'm 63. I spent 45 years lost in a future apocalypse. And I was involved in the Kennedy assassination. All that's unraveling now. I don't know what's real and what's not anymore. I feel like I can't trust anybody, except for my wife. All I know is I'm glad to have found people like you. That's it. That's all I got." He finished before everyone applauded for him.

Both (Y/N) and Five rushed into work as fast as they could. They had been working in the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States for a long time now. "We're late," (Y/N) reminded. "I know, baby," he said as he took off his fake mustache. He put on a coat that matches his suit as they walked into their boss's office.

"The Keepers function mainly as a support group, but with strong cult-like tendencies. Membership is rapidly growing across all metro areas in the U.S., as well as Europe. It's all there in the report, sir." Five explained to their boss. "What's the organizing principle?" He asked and looked at both. "They believe we're all trapped in the wrong timeline," (Y/N) answered. "Well, just a bunch of loony tunes, if you ask me. Drop this Keeper nonsense. Move on. I think it's time you got back to your other cases. Ladybug, Panama, Chicken wing—" He added. Before he could speak Five interrupted. "Sir, I am making progress with this." Five said with no emotion. "Now, you listen to me. You have the makings of a fantastic spook. A suspicious mind. A love of complexity and detail. A certain maturity that most of my young agents lack. Play your cards right, you'll be running this place someday," he told Five. "Thank you for saying that, sir." Five replied.

"Are you going to Diego and Lila's thing?" (Y/N) asked Five. "What thing again?" Five asked her, as he fixed his tie. "The birthday party, remember?" (Y/N) said. "Everyone's going to be there. Even Allison and I know you still hold a grudge. So I don't know. You tell me." Five responded. "How can I not hold a grudge? How can you not hold a grudge? I mean I get why she did it. But we get fucked and she gets whatever she wants," (Y/N) rolled her eyes as Five opened their car door for her. She got in and Five smiled at her before closing the door. He got in the drivers side and turned on the car. "Maybe going can help resolve whatever issues you two have left," Five suggested. "I doubt it. I see her face everywhere. She got everything she wanted. Her family, fame, money." (Y/N) disagreed. "Technically we have money. Just not fame or family. You can at least say we have that," he tried to change her mind. "Plus, the family thing can start happening if you want one." He added. "We're not ready for that yet. You know that, Five." She said. She could hear a hmph coming out of his mouth as he pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive on the freeway. "You're right." He broke the silence. He placed his hand on her knee as he drove and slowly made his way up to her thigh. His hand then touched the end of her skirt. His fingers played with her skirt and he would take some glances at her. "Come on, Darling. Lighten up. You're going to see your family. Especially your favorite sibling." He told her whilst his hand gripped onto her inner thigh.