Love With a Deadline

(S1) chap. 13

"I can't fuck this up."

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Y/n Hargreeves ↓

Me and Five ended up finding the motel that Hazel and Cha-Cha were staying at and we left them a note saying that we have their briefcase and we left a location.

We brought Luther, too. Just in case.

We were sitting in the car, Luther driving, Five in the passenger, and me in the back.

It was pretty silent for a while, until Five spoke. "You know, I never enjoyed it." He said.

"What?" Luther asks.

"The killing. I mean, I was..." He trailed off. "I was good at my work, and I took pride in it. But it never brought me pleasure. I think it was all of those years alone. Solitude can do funny things to the mind."

"Yeah, well, you were gone for such a long time. I only spent four years on the moon, but that was more than enough. It's the being alone that really breaks you." Luther said. "You think they'll buy it?"

"Well, what I do know is that they're desperate. It's like a cop losing his gun. If the Commission finds out, they'll be in deep shit." Five says. "Not to mention, they won't be able to get back without it."

"Well, I should hold on to it." Luther said.

"Huh?" Me and Five asked in unison.

"In case they make a move on you." Luther explained.

"Okay, Luther. But please be careful. I mean, I've lived a long life, but... you're still a young man. You got your whole life ahead of you. Don't waste it." Five tells him. We hear a car parking in front of us and we look up. It was Hazel and Cha-Cha.

Me and Five get out of the car, but he stops me. "What?" I asked him.

"Stay." He said sternly.

"No-"

"You said you'd do what I say."

I clenched my jaw and stared at him for a moment. "Fine." I mumbled.

"Thank you." He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking away.

Five Hargreeves ↓

I walk over to Hazel and Cha-Cha, standing across from them. "Were the masks really necessary?" I asked.

"Where is it, kid?" Cha-Cha asks, ignoring my question.

"Wow, so that's how you're gonna start?" I say. "You know, I could just get back into the car and call it a day."

"You wouldn't make it halfway there." Cha-Cha says, pulling out a gun.

"Five." I hear Y/n's voice in my head.

"I'm fine. Don't do anything stupid." I replied.

"Maybe." I say. "But as I'm sure you've found out in your previous foray, that my brother is not your average giant." I continue. "And by the time you've taken me out, he would've smashed your precious briefcase to a pulp."

"And the girl?" Hazel scoffed.

"She'd probably kill you without even having to use her powers." I told him.

"So how do we help each other?" Cha-Cha asked.

"I need to get in contact with your superior so I can have a chat with her." I said. "Face-to-face."

"About what?" She asks.

"Well, I don't believe that's any of your business."

"Just don't tell her about the briefcase." Hazel says, walking over to a payphone.

"Fair enough." I said.

I walk back over to the car, standing beside Y/n. "What happens now?" Luther asked.

"Now we wait." I said simply.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" I hear Y/n ask me in my head.

"Not yet." I replied.

We wait for a few more moments, and we start to hear faint music. Me, Y/n and Luther look around and see an ice cream truck.

"Is that her?" Luther asked.

It was fucking Klaus and Diego.

"It's a setup!" Cha-Cha yelled.

She fires her gun at the ice cream truck. Luther went to smash the briefcase, but a bullet comes flying at him, and then just stops in mid air.

Everything stopped. Luther, Y/n, the ice cream truck, the bullets. Everything was frozen.

"Neat trick, isn't it?" I hear The Handlers voice as I turned and started walking towards her. "Hello, Five. You look good, all things considered Feels like we met just yesterday. Course, you were a little bit older then. Congratulations on the age regression, by the way. Very clever. Threw us all off the scent." She says.

"Ah, well, I wish I could take credit. I just miscalculated the time dilation projections, and... Well, you know. Here we are." I say.

"You realize your efforts are futile, so why don't you tell me what you really want?" She asks.

Stupid fucking question.

"I want to put a stop to it." I told her.

"You realize what you're asking for is next to impossible. Even for me. What's meant to be is meant to be. That's our raison d'être." She says.

"Yeah? Well how about survival for a raison?" I say as I pull out a gun from my pocket.

"I'll just be replaced. I'm but a... small cog in a machine. This fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse... is just that. A fantasy." The Handler says as she takes a few steps towards me. "I must say, though, we're all quite impressed with your initiative, your...stick-to-itiveness, really quite...quite something. Which is why we want to offer you a new position back at the Commission, in management." She goes on. "Come back to work for us again."

"Well, that didn't work out too well this time." I said.

"But you wouldn't be in the correction division any longer. I'm talking about... the home office. You'd have the best health and pension, and an end to this ceaseless travel. You're distinguished professionals in schoolboy shorts." She said as she lowered the gun in my hand a bit. "We have technology to reverse this process. I mean... you can't be happy like this."

"I'm not looking for happy." I said sharply.

"I know that's a lie." She pressed. "We can make you... yourself again." She said as she slowly stroked my jaw with her finger.

Why was she always so touchy?

"And what about my family?" I ask.

"What about them?"

"I want them to survive." I told her.

She looked around a bit. "All of them?"

"Yes, all of them." I snapped.

"Well, I'll see what I can do." She said. "Do we have a deal?" She held out her hand.

"One thing." I said.

I walked over to Luther, moving the bullet so it wouldn't hit him. I looked at Y/n for a moment.

I can't fuck this up.

I walked back over to The Handler. "We have a deal."

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So like I'm not dead 😼

Idk guys I js wanted to write something but I miss Wattpad so much

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