ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ [ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

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The next morning, Luther was making a large serving of scrambled eggs as they all stood around the kitchen, discussing the three men that had attacked them.

"No, no, no, I don't understand. They keep following me." Diego said as he paced around the room.

"Wait, who?" Luther asked from the stove.

"Those Dutch sociopaths." Diego told him.

"They're Swedish, you idiot." Five said from his spot, leaning agaisnt the doorframe "Hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do anymore damage to this timeline."

Kira frowned, standing against the kitchen counter, confusion in her tone "What?"

"Yeah, but why now?" Diego questioned "I mean, I'm. . ." He snapped his fingers ". . . fine for three months, until you showed up." He points at Five.

"Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me." Luther commented, not fully taking his eyes off of the food he was making.

Y/n turned to them from her seat at the table "Hey, hey, hey, let's. . . let's not start pointing fingers at each other, alright?" She said, mainly darting her eyes at Diego.

"Thank you." Five said to Y/n, who nodded a 'you're welcome', as he continues "Even if it was my fault, which it isn't, we only have six days till the end of the world, and the closest anyone's gotten to Dad was that driveway at the Consulate."

"Well. . ." Luther sighed ". . . that's not exactly true."

Five stepped forward "What do you mean?"

Luther shrugged slightly "I saw him."

The group all look at Luther, confusion on their faces as Luther began to explain as he plated his food.

It turns out, Luther set out to find their Dad shortly after he had arrived in Dallas, travelling back to the Academy. In which their father humiliated him, said he was not his son, and kicked him out of his party. Average Reginald Hargreeves treatment.

Y/n sat across from Five at the table, with Luther sat inbetween them, sadly eating his scrambled eggs. Diego stood behind Y/n's seat, his arms resting on the back of it. Kira stood behind Five's chair, leaning against the wall as she raised a brow at his story.

"That's pathetic." Diego commented.

"Yeah, well, atleast he didn't shank my ass." Luther sulkingly spoke.

"No, bro. . ." Diego lenaed closer to Luther "He shanked your heart."

Kira, Five and Y/n all look at Diego and gave him an odd look while Luther nodded slightly as he hummed agreeingly "Mm."

"Is that my bathrobe?" Elliott suddenly questioned, pointing at the robe Luther was wearing.

"No." Luther bluntly replied, mouth stuffed with egg.

Y/n scrunched her nose at the smell of the egg as Five said "Look, who cares what he shanked? He knows something about time travel."