His Only End -- Five Hargreeves x Fem Reader

All I Was, All I Am

From the moment your eyes had opened in the new timeline, you'd felt the distance separating you from Five. From Lila, too, and Klaus and Diego and all of them.

But especially Five.

After everything -- after saving the world for what felt like the 16th time -- you were once again torn from your family. Last you remembered, Five had been holding you in his arms as you stared up at the golden ceiling of the hotel you died in. You were supposed to be dead. Gone. Not still here, on your own, all alone...

Fuck Allison. This was all her fault. Certainly she had thought you would be grateful, to be back with your "family". But now that you knew they weren't real... that they never had been... this was just scary. Were you in some absurd dream? How had Allison created these people out of thin air? Reginald must have had something to do with it. Their sick plan they had created.

"I don't know you," you said carefully, backing away from the man and woman slowly approaching you. It was fucking with your head. You knew them, so well, and yet you didn't. All you felt was desperate, desperate to return to your family. 

If they were even out there.

"Oh, but you do," the woman said, smiling with too many teeth as she strode closer. "You're our daughter, sweetie." You backed up until you stumbled against the wall, eyes wide. You didn't know where you were, how you were there, even the year. But you did know that you were creeped out. 

Your hands shot forward, and you waited for the familiar (F/C) light to spark to life on your fingertips. 

You felt it burning beneath your skin, but only a faint light pushed through. No shield appeared.

Your mouth dropped open, and you looked down at your hands in confusion, a million questions flashing behind your eyes. But you didn't have time to figure that out.

Dodging under the woman's arm, you shoved past your "father", into the open hallway. You ran past a shocked little girl you assumed was your fake sister, forcing open the door of the apartment and throwing yourself down the hall and into an elevator. It was dark, and the metal was cold beneath your feet as you pressed the 1st floor button quickly, watching anxiously as the doors slid shut.

"Oh my God, oh my God," you gasped, shaky breaths contrasting the painfully cheery elevator music. "I need my power, I need..." Your hands went to your pockets -- why the hell were you in pajamas? You didn't have the monocle. You didn't have anything. No way of reaching your siblings.

The doors slid open with a pleasant-sounding ding, and your eyes rose to meet an older couple standing calmly at the opening. 

"Oh," the woman said, appearing surprised. "It seems she's met us half way." She let out an agreeable laugh, and her partner chuckled. His facial hair didn't match his face, you thought. Too much hair for such a little, round head.

"Makes it so much easier, doesn't it?"

"What?" you asked, brow furrowing. It occurred to you that they probably knew more about this place than you did. "Where are my siblings? What's going on?"

"Oh, sweetheart," the woman said kindly, her accent reminding you too much of Colleen's. "This will be so much nicer if you don't get all worked up like that and just come with us. We can explain everything on the way." She opened her arms as if you welcome you into an embrace.

But you had known too many liars in your lifetime to listen to her. 

You bolted forward, trying to squeeze between her and the wall, but the man had your arm in a vice-like grip. You gasped, yanking desperately, before something sharp found its way to your neck and the world began to go dark.

You knew what came next. They would take you, maybe torture you for information, maybe use you and then kill you as fast as they had taken you. Without your power, you wouldn't even have a chance to defend yourself, to find Five. In a way, you briefly thought that maybe it was for the best. You'd died too many times to count.

One of them was bound to stick.

You had time to turn, looking up at the couple's smiling faces as your eyes fluttered shut. "Gene and Jean," the woman said politely in that little southern accent of hers. "But you can just call us Mom and Dad."

...

A special girl with special powers. A girl with a family. Adopted siblings. You had 7 of them. 6 brothers and 1 sister. No, 5 brothers and 2 sisters. 

There were more boys than girls. 

You had a father. An unkind one. And you had a boy who you loved very very much, and he had beautiful green eyes and rich, dark hair. Or was it blond? He wasn't bald, at least.

...

7 siblings. A father. Some sort of robot, an explosion, superpowers, and someone you loved.

...

Siblings. Parent. Powers. Love.

That is all I was.

...

You woke up slowly, your head pounding, eyes as good as glued shut. Your throat was dry and heavy with thirst, and when you swallowed, your temple ached painfully.

Through your sluggish thoughts, you gathered that this was maybe the tenth time you'd waken up in the past... however long. But this time, you weren't going to allow yourself to be dragged back under. With a groan, you forced your eyes open, sucking air through your teeth in a sharp hiss when the sudden light assaulted you. 

"You finally awake, Sunshine?"

Your eyes snapped open, too surprised to feel the sting of sunlight after so long. Sitting in a chair by the small bed you were on was a woman. She was familiar, in a way that triggered panic. You inched up on the bed so that you were sitting with your back against the wooden bed frame, posture rigid. She was older, maybe 50's or 60's, and wore a wrinkled smile.

"So glad you're finally outta that coma, honey. We were startin' to get worried. You must remember me. I'm Jean."

A coma. Why was that familiar? 

"What do you--" Your voice came out croaky and dry, your vocal cords straining uselessly. You coughed quietly, glancing down at the tubes running from your arms and beneath your shirt. Feeding tubes? 

"Three years, Sunshine," the woman's smile widened, "is a very long time."

Your blood went cold in your veins. You looked down at your hands, a cold, ashy gray color. You wondered if your brain was the same, cold and dead. Surely, if it was alive, it would remember who you were. Why you were here. Your own name.

This bed. These tubes. Jean.

This is all I am.

A/N:

For a little bit of context, I would like to start off by saying that this story is NOT set 6 years after where we left off in Season 3, like the actual show. I changed it to 4 years after, specifically because Five and (Y/N) were 15 rather than 13 in my previous books. Now they're both 19! Physically, anyway. It doesn't mess with the story hardly at all, don't worry! Anyway, I'm so excited to be writing again! I hope y'all liked the first chapter!

Don't worry, she'll be reunited with Five... within the next few chapters, anyway.