When the story ends (UA AU)

Introductions

Y/N POV:

The sun is still not up when my alarm starts vibrating, I groan as I roll over, it will never be enough sleep, but life moves on. As I drag myself out of bed, my feet recoiling as they touch the stone cold wooden floor, I did never get round to getting carpets or rugs put down. I stretch as I force myself to move. I instinctively move to the shower hoping the hot water will wake me up a bit more. It never does but my body lives in hope. 

As I finish throwing my hair back into a basic ponytail, I look round for my boots, forgetting that they are still at the cobblers in town, getting fixed. Most people would just throw the old boots away and buy better ones, but call me sentimental I just cannot bare the idea of not having them. I look around hoping to find my trainers, but I kicked them off last night in the hall, not wanting to bring them into my room after they had been in the barn, god knows what has been left in that barn over the years.  I shudder at the thought, which only leaves one choice for footwear until I can clean my trainers. I sigh in defeat, pink fluffy slippers are not exactly going to make my leggings and hoodie look all put together but I don't fancy cold feet. 

I make my way out of my room, making sure to tread carefully, I don't know how light of a sleeper that guy is, but best to leave him in peace. I notice his old clothes, and go to pick them up ready to wash them. I creep down the old oak staircase, careful to not trip on the torn carpet. As I get through the kitchen door, closing it behind me, I move more freely, knowing no one can hear anything past those doors, or the stone walls. Having an old Victorian farm house does come with its perks. 

I throw his clothes in the washer, setting the cycle on the go, looking out into the fields, watching as the rain comes down, thankful for the job of watering the crops has now been taken off my hands. I finish washing all the dishes as the sun comes up and decide to make a start on my new book. 

A few chapters in I decide I have held out long enough and start grinding the coffee beans. 

Five POV:

The smell hits my nose long before the rest of my body can even register where I am. It is a smell I have missed more than anything. I have been dying for a cup of coffee for years. Even if it was some shitty instant decaf, I don't care, I just want coffee. This gets me out of that comfy ass bed quicker than I think anything has in my life.I scramble to throw on the jeans and jumper I found last night and I race out of the door, not even bothering with socks. I trace my steps back to the front door where I came in last night, my shoes have disappeared from the hall, I find it out but I move past following my nose to a big oak door, pushing it open I find an old Victorian kitchen, the smell of coffee in full affect as it assaults my nostrils. The smell like ecstasy. Filling my blood with unfiltered joy. A genuine smile forming on my face for what feels like the fist time in my life.

As I open my eyes to find where I can get a cup I am met with a unfamiliar domestic scene, she sits there, in a kitchen chair that has definitely seen better days, the varnish coming away at almost every crevice, and two legs shorter than the others, causing a very unstable arrangement on the old cobbles. The simple light oak table stand in the middle, clean dishes sit in the drying rack, and my clothes sit folded on top of the dryer. She is sitting reading a book with a hoodie and leggings on paired with... pink fluffy slippers? I chuckle at the oddity of it. 

She catches me staring, and laughs awkwardly, her cheeks going a bright pink, she looks away as she says, "They are the only pair of shoes I had left, I didn't want cold feet." 

I just smile back, "It's a wild last choice but fair enough, I smelt coffee, may I?"

She nods, holding a hand out to the only other chair in the room, as she got up and grabbed a mug from one of the many cabinets. She places is in front of me and I grab the pot in the center of the table. 

Y/N POV:

As he helped himself to the pot I sit back in my chair, not really sure where to look. The silence is deafening and I can feel his gaze on me. I'm not sure what to make of him. I just know I can't keep these awkward silences going. When he came down in those clothes I swear my heart fell out of my ass. And not in the good way. I knew what I was expecting when I told him there were spare clothes in the cupboards but even so. It's still like looking on a mirror of the past. It's spooky how similar they look. I shake my head as I realize I'm staring, and have been caught.
"So now that I'm no longer pointing a gun at you I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Y/N, moved here 3 years ago, I grow fruit and flowers for the grocery store in town. 21 years old"
He keeps his mug held to his lips as he ponders my introduction before placing it down, "I'm 5."

That's it? Seriously? I want to push further but that statement feels incredibly loaded and I don't think I want answers.
"Nice to meet you Five. Well, it's up to you, town is about a mile away if you want to go shopping for more clothes, I have a few errands to run in town so I'll be heading there later. Or if you want to stay here you can. Feel free to go strawberry picking there's loads, I always plant too many."
His eyes sparkle. I take it that's his way of smiling. He nods taking another long and quite frankly painful sip of his coffee before responding.
"If it's okay with you, I'm happy with the clothes I have on. I haven't had strawberries in quite some time so I'd like to explore."
I nod, his sarcastic tone feels very defensive, but I won't push, we all have secrets behind our walls and I don't want him finding mine.

The dryer begins beeping, interrupting the intense staring contest we were having. I stand up, opening the door and pulling out my shoes.
"I washed them, that barn is a mess and had god knows what littering the floor so I thought best to wash them, I took care with your shoes, I know an Oxford shoe when I see one, so they are polished and under your clothes. But I'd recommend the walking boots under your bed if you are going strawberry picking, those fields get muddy when it rains."

He nods, "Thanks for the heads up."

I smile, as I begin to put my shoes on. "I shouldn't be too long. My number is by the main hall phone so if you need me to pick anything let me know and I'll do my best."

"Thank you." He says earnestly as he pours himself another cup.

I stand up grabbing my coat and bag as I take my cup to the sink and awkwardly excuse myself. As I walk towards the hall I feel nervous, I know there's no way he can find anything, the house is a maze, and he will probably going to find himself lost in those fields. I shut the car door, I take a deep breath, I was always one who over thinks. 

Fives POV:

She was painfully awkward. As she left, I turned to look at my old clothes, I sigh, it feels so good to be clean and that coffee was impeccable. She knew what she was doing. What put me on edge was when I noticed that my clothes, they weren't just washed, but they were pressed, like professionally ironed out and folded, it reminded me of the way we would get our uniform at the commission. 

I shake the thoughts off, she was probably just ex-military or something, she definitely held a gun like one. Not every timeline is going to threaten my existence or having some apocalypse level threat to it! This timeline is not my problem. 

I turn to go back upstairs, I stop in my tracks, turning to put the empty coffee pot and my mug into the sink, tucking my chair back under the table and going upstairs. I am so ready to have some food other than subway rat.

AN:

Hey guys, so next few chapters might take a while, I start a new job soon and then I go on a holiday. So give me 2 weeks and then we should have an upload schedule coming into place! But hope you're enjoying so far!