You will dive deep into the life of Five Hargreeves, exploring scenarios where you are his partner in crime, confidante, and love interest. Each short Story offers a unique glimpse into different aspects of Five's multifaceted personality-his wit, h...
A/N: I've never written a second part to any of my stories, so I'm not so sure if the second part is any good.
Warnings: spoilers for season 4 episode 5-6, angst
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Five wandered through the fractured remains of countless timelines, driven by a singular purpose: to find y/n, the woman he had unwittingly erased from existence. He had become a phantom, slipping between realities like a shadow, his resolve hardening with each failed attempt. Every timeline, every world was a dead end, a cruel reminder of the life he had obliterated with one careless choice. But giving up was never an option. He had to find her.
Weeks blurred into months as he tirelessly pursued the faintest hints of her existence. Fragmented memories, distorted whispers, and fleeting visions of a woman whose face he had never truly known. Each clue led him deeper into the labyrinth of time, and each step weighed heavier on his conscience. He was close—he could feel it.
Finally, one day, in a timeline that felt strangely still, as though it had been waiting for his arrival, Five found her.
She was sitting in a small, secluded garden, surrounded by overgrown ivy and vibrant flowers. The sun cast a warm, golden light over the scene, but there was an air of melancholy that clung to the place, as if it remembered the things that had been lost. Y/n was there, her back to him, her head bowed as she absentmindedly traced patterns in the dirt with a stick. She looked almost like a statue—beautiful, but untouchable, frozen in a moment that he had shattered.
Five approached her cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. His footsteps crunched softly on the gravel path, and y/n looked up, startled. Her eyes met his, and for a brief, agonizing moment, it was as though she recognized him. But then the flicker of familiarity vanished, replaced by confusion.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice tinged with wariness but not fear. There was a gentleness in her tone that cut Five deeper than any anger could have.
He swallowed hard, his mouth dry, and for the first time in a long time, he hesitated. How could he explain the unimaginable? How could he make her understand what he had done?
"My name is Five," he began, his voice rough with emotion. "I'm not sure how to say this, but... you were supposed to be someone important to me. To all of us, actually. But I made a mistake, a terrible mistake, and I... I lost you."
Y/n's brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of his words. "Lost me? I'm sorry, but I don't understand. We've never met before. How could you have lost me?"
Five's chest tightened with the weight of his guilt. "You're right. We've never met. But we should have. I was supposed to find you, fall in love with you. You were supposed to be my anchor, the person who kept me—and all the other versions of me—grounded across the timelines. But instead, I got involved with someone else, someone named Lila."
At the mention of Lila's name, Y/n's expression softened, but only slightly. "Lila?" she echoed, the name unfamiliar and distant.
Five nodded, his voice trembling. "Yes. I thought I was making the right choice at the time, but it was the wrong one. Choosing Lila... it erased you from our lives. You were supposed to be there, and because of me, you weren't. I took away your life, your future, and I didn't even know it until it was too late."
Y/n stared at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deception or malice. But all she saw was a man haunted by his mistakes, a man who had come to her not for forgiveness, but for something even more elusive.
"What do you want from me?" she asked quietly, her voice laced with a sorrow she didn't fully understand.
Five closed his eyes for a moment, gathering the strength to continue. "I don't know if I can make things right, but I had to find you. I had to tell you what happened, even if it doesn't change anything. I'm sorry, y/n. I'm sorry for what I took from you, for what I took from all of us. I just... I wanted you to know that you mattered. That you were supposed to matter."
Y/n looked down at the ground, her hand still clutching the stick. She was silent for a long time, and Five feared that his words had only hurt her more, that there was nothing left to say. But then, she spoke, her voice soft and distant.
"Do you really believe we could have been happy?" she asked, almost to herself.
Five's heart ached at the question, at the lost possibility of what could have been. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice breaking. "But I would have liked to find out."
Y/n nodded, her expression unreadable. "I can't remember you," she said softly. "But something in me feels... something. Maybe it's just the idea of what could have been. Or maybe... maybe there's something more."
Five watched her, his breath catching in his throat. This was it—the moment that could change everything. But even as hope flickered within him, he knew the truth. He had come too late. The damage was done, and there was no going back.
"I wish I could change what happened," he whispered. "But all I can do is tell you the truth. You deserved so much more than what I left you with."
Y/n looked at him, her eyes filled with a sadness that went beyond words. "Maybe we were never meant to be," she said quietly. "Maybe... maybe this was always how it was supposed to end."
Five shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. "No. This isn't how it was supposed to be. But it's what I've made it. And for that, I'm sorry."
Y/n stood slowly, the stick falling from her hand as she faced him fully. "I don't know if I can forgive you," she said, her voice trembling. "But I appreciate that you tried to make things right. Even if it's too late."
Five nodded, the tears finally spilling over as he met her gaze. "I'll never stop trying to make it right," he vowed. "Even if I never see you again, I'll keep looking for a way to fix this."
Y/n gave him a small, sad smile, the kind of smile that spoke of acceptance and resignation. "Goodbye, Five," she said softly. "I hope you find what you're looking for."
And with that, she turned and walked away, her figure growing smaller and smaller until she disappeared into the distance. Five stood there, alone in the garden, the weight of his actions pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. He had found her, but he had also lost her—again.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the garden in a blanket of twilight, Five knew that this was his burden to bear. He had made a choice, and now he would live with the consequences for the rest of his existence. The woman who was supposed to be his anchor, his salvation, was gone, and he was the one who had pushed her away.
And so, with a heavy heart and a mind full of regrets, Five turned and walked back into the shadows, disappearing from the world that could have been his. The timelines would go on, fractured and unstable, and he would continue his endless search for redemption. But deep down, he knew the truth—some things could never be undone. And some losses were meant to be permanent.
The garden, now empty and silent, bore witness to a moment that had passed, a possibility that had slipped through time's fingers. And as the stars began to twinkle in the darkening sky, Five's silhouette faded into the night, carrying with him the memory of what could have been, and the sorrow of what never was.
