goldman's detective agency / Five Hargreeves x gn!reader

Several Rude Awakenings

‟ call it down on my head / for these sins are mine „
shallow river, the crane wives

The first thing you saw was three glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to a plain ceiling. Hazy at first of course, but as you slowly blinked your way into consciousness they started to sharpen to a normal visual. There was the sound of someone frantically pacing from somewhere in your room and it wasn't difficult to assume who it was. Grace appeared in your sight suddenly with a pleasant smile.

"So lovely to see you conscious again, dear. How are you feeling?"

You groaned, and pushed yourself up. "I'm... fine. What-"

Five raced over and immediately was just behind Grace at your bedside. His voice was frantic and near the point his words being hissed from between his teeth, "Finally you're fucking awake. Picked a great time to drop again, we need to talk."

"Now now," chided Grace in her calming voice, "that's not very nice, Number Five. [Y/N] has only just woken up from an episode of severe exhaustion. Let's give them some time to adjust on their own accord."

Five muttered something under his breath.

Severe exhaustion. Severe exhaustion. Reginald Hargreeves. Fuck. To say it hit you like a freight train would be underselling the experience; it was closer to being mowed down by a wild stampede of them, as if an entire fleet was out for blood. Despite how unpleasant the man was, you would have to thank Pogo later for the trick.

You sat up properly in bed. "Grace, uh, how did I... exhaust myself?" Was it the sheer experience of having to deal with Reginald?

"You were training with Pogo, silly. You pushed yourself a little too hard and he asked me to take you back to your room and make sure you were okay," she responded sweetly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Grace."

She got up and habitually smoothed down her unwrinkled dress, "Wonderful. I shall leave you to recuperate on your own." With that, Grace was gone.

Five immediately blinked directly in front of your bed where you sat, staring so intensely it was as if he was willing some kind of telekinetic power to kick in. "Did you know? Did you fucking know this would happen?"

"What, what happened?" You scrunched your face up at him. "I've been unconscious, Five, what the hell am I supposed to know about?"

"Did you know Vanya was going to try to kill Klaus and Allison?"

Your breath caught in your throat. It caught for long enough that you stopped breathing for a few seconds before you tried to unscramble your own brain. "What the fuck?"

Five waved some papers around, "You wrote- you wrote originally that Allison got hurt but that she recovered- you said fucking nothing about-"

"Five!" You interrupted, before he could ramble off on an aggravated tangent. "No, no I didn't know. This timeline has strayed so far from my visions, I don't fucking know anything anymore. Even in my notes, she's a day early on the 'getting hurt' front. I didn't know about this- I'm not going to willingly risk sending people to their deaths if I know what's coming, am I?"

Unless you counted the seven-point-something-billion other people on the planet. Whoops.

He took a long breath and tensed his jaw so hard that if he exerted a single bit more pressure all of his teeth might shatter under the force of it. His foot tapped against the carpet.

"Are they okay?"

"Resting," he said quietly, after a moment, "but alive."

"And Vanya?"