When the story ends (UA AU)

Arrival

Five's POV:

Six years of this crap. The dark subway, always the same shit, rats everywhere same unreadable map. A new timeline each time, always being shot at, or being chased or whatever fresh hell the timeline can conjure up. I just cannot be bothered any more. I am tired, my muscles ache more than I thought was possible, and I have stopped being able to smell myself. I just want to rest, the last timeline I came across was nice, a small town with fields as far as the eye could see. I sighed as the thoughts begin to lull me into the closest thing I get to sleep these days. 

When I wake again I practically fall off of myself as my elbows slide off of my knees practically throwing myself awake. I shake my hair out of my face, wishing I could cut it off without making myself look like a complete fool. 

I stand up, stomping out the ruminants of my fire, I look both sides of the station, the decision weighing on my shoulders. I wouldn't be turning my back on my family, I am just taking a break to refresh and come back to my family ready to stop the end of the world, again. 

I stop trying to justify myself, I could spend the rest of my life down here before I could make it back to them so whats the harm in spending a few months showering and eating real food. 
As if this weird void of trains could read my mind the train heading east back the way I came pulled into the station, the doors sliding open seamlessly, the only thing down here that doesn't seem to be affected by the passage of time. 
I step on hoping it will still get me to that timeline I was dreaming of. 

Y/N POV:

I thought moving to this small town was going to be brilliant, a way to get away fro chaos and drama, living my best life. But turns out being the owner of a farm comes with more drama and problems than being a florist in the big city. As the sun begins to set on yet another day I allow myself to think about filling this house with more than just my produce. They always tell you in the movies that moving to some small town always leads to finding the love of your life. I knew it was bullshit, but even still... Just to have anyone actually look at me and see me.

I sigh, my decaf coffee going cold in my hands, no point on dwelling on the colossal fuck up I made of my life. Just as I was about to turn in for the night I swear I can see someone running from the old well, going into my old barn. It used to be a converted flat with a small greenhouse attached, but I haven't had the time or the fund to fix back up. 
I know what I saw, but decided that it was probably just one of the local kids messing around, there was nothing worth stealing in there anyway. I closed my curtains and began to walk up the stairs. But I just couldn't shake the feeling, who would have been in the well, the stairs down the back of it have been in complete disrepair for years, they are dangerous, no one could possibly be running around or messing around down there. 

I reached my bed, all I had to do was climb in and try get some sleep, I pulled back my covers and opened up my book, I must have read the same paragraph a million times, nothing really going in my focus was completely on that figure. I put my book down, getting my coffee and going over to my bedroom window, there were no lights or signs of life in the barn, so I make my way back over to my bed, but I cant seem to get back into bed, a few hours must have passed by now and the last of my coffee is stone cold, the idea of finishing it completely out of the window. 

My curiosity had got the better of me, before I can think it all through I was throwing my joggers on and putting my trainers on, reaching instinctively for my pistol. While I was rationalizing that this was just some stupid kid, my gut told me to be prepared.  I open my door, the cool spring air hitting me and my tank top, a small shiver running down my spine, the goosebumps forming all over my arms, the hairs on the back of my neck standing to full attention. 

Five's POV:

I slowly begin to climb up the stairs, ready for this to not be the timeline I am hoping for, the last time I was here it was the dead of night, the harsh winter making the field look like it went on forever, now that the crops are beginning to blossom, it feels like spring, and the field now feels very small, but what worries me, is the figure in the main window, the house lights making them just a silhouette. Keen to not be caught I stay low and race to the converted barn, not daring to try use my powers in case I end back up in the station, further away from home than I already am. 

I know full well if that figure was even half paying attention that they would have seen me, so I know I need to hide, but this barn does not give me much hope, or any options in all honesty. I scramble and find some old boxes on the top floor, in the corner, seems like as good a place as any in all honesty. After half an hour, I realize that whoever that person was, wasn't coming, I slowly rise from my hiding place and slowly approach the window, the lights from the main window were off, a top floor light was on, clearly a bedroom of sorts, so I resign myself to getting up early and being out of the barn before they woke up and came looking for me. I sigh, annoyed at the fact that I am still not out of trouble. Literally feels like it follows me no matter where I go. 

I turn away from the window my shoulder releasing some of the tension from my body. I study the room I am in, finding the best place to try grab at least a few hours of rest before finding the best solution to this crappy situation. As i scan the room, I notice a small single bed, it has clearly seen better days but it has a decent looking pillow and a wool blanket. Its better than what the subway has been offering it, so I take it gladly. 

As soon as my head hits the pillow I can already tell that this is going to be a good nights sleep, the first in a very, very long time. 

Before long I can feel my body on high alert, my eyes still closed but all my nerves are wired to feeling like I am under attack, I slowly open my eyes, I am met with a single sight, a pistol aimed directly at my head, and the dangerous woman stood behind it.