A pyromantic wife and a spacial jumping husband face the dawn of a dead tomorrow; but what did it matter so long as they were hand in bloody hand?
As Lena Flores attempted to save the world, it all began to collapse in on them and they began to won...
This chapter is all over the place, because I've been struggling to write it for months and months and months, but I finally got somewhere - so fuck it.
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As Lena went looking for Five, a bit of a hollow feeling in her chest, the only sound that followed her was bad singing from downstairs. Though amusing, she couldn't find much joy in it considering their situation.
When she did find him, Five sat with his head in his hands on their bed.
She leant against the doorway, folding her arms with a gentle look on her face.
"The boys are waiting for you, you know?" She mused.
He lifted his head, a tired expression on his face. He rested his chin on his hand, trying to smile. "To do what? Sing bad show tunes?"
"Something like that." She hummed, trying to lighten her tone. "You gonna go?"
Secretly she wanted him to. A last chance to be silly and sing bad kareoke with his brothers before the world went to complete shit. He deserved the chance to just exist instead of fighting so hard to survive like they had for the last three timelines.
He sits up straight. "Are you going to the bachelorette party?" He asked in return.
"I'd rather jump out the window." She deadpanned flatly. "Besides, I don't want to start any more fights."
