The boy who died and the girl who couldn't.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you told me the world was going to end, again."
"uh... about that-"
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A Ben Hargreeves Fan fiction
season 1 - complete ✓
season 2 - writing
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season 2, episode 1 'right back where we started'
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15th November 1963
Elliot was a fucking nut job.
Five had blinked into his house no more than two minutes ago, searching for answers. He had been terrified of him, naturally, but he was incredibly annoying and unhelpful at first.
That was until Five discovered he was a complete stalker.
He had walls and walls covered in pictures of his siblings, some from the alley, some were newspaper clipping and magazine articles. He was mental.
"I've been waiting." Elliot smiled and Five furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Waiting for what?"
"For you. For all of you." If Five wasn't confused before, he definitely was now. He voiced that confusion to Elliot who immediately jumped into a long winded explanation about how he had witnessed a strange skinny man landing in the same spot he had. Except that was in 1960.
"So, for the past three years i've witnessed six energy surges in that alleyway out back. Same thing every time. A bright blue light, then something appears." He smiled like that was the most exciting thing ever.
"Did you get a good look at any of them?" Five questioned.
"Yeah... the first one. And then the big sensitive one."
"Sensitive?" Five scoffed
"Yeah, cried a lot, kept coming back to the alley. Sat around for hours calling a woman's name... uh... Allison!" Elliot laughed. "Yeah, Allison!"
"Luther." Five whispered to himself, scrunching his eyes closed in thought for a second.
"Yeah, he wasn't the only one. Uh the others came too, off and on over the years, looking for each other."
"So my family is alive." Five whispered.
"Eventually, they... they all stopped." Five sighed again and turned away from Elliot. How the hell was he supposed to find his family if they could be anywhere. Scattered around the 60s?
"Well, apart from her."
That caught his attention.
"Her?" he asked, spinning back to Elliot who flinched at his sudden movement.
