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

Retrieve and Reveal

‟ i am stuck in traffic / waiting for the light to change „
crying at the dog park, crooks & nannies

You weren't sure exactly where you were for the first ten seconds of waking up. The person to blame for this was the same person to blame for a lot of things, Five Hargreeves, and the action being to knock loudly against your door in a way reminiscent of your desk back at the Umbrella Academy building in 2019.

"Come on, we've got things to do. Nine days until the apocalypse and you're deciding to waste it all in bed," Five called from the other side of your door.

You consulted your alarm clock. It was eight-thirty in the morning. Your bed seemed rather inviting, and this was not helped by the knowledge that all you really had to do was let events pass as they were intended to in order to get back home. What point was there, really, in joining?

Oh, right- the possibility that much like the Handler and Cha-Cha, the Swedes didn't know you had made a deal with Eight.

"On it," you replied, begrudgingly pulling the covers from your body. "Have you showered in the past twenty-four hours?"

You could not see the glare Five gave your bedroom door. "Yes, and I don't see how that's any of your business."

"Have you eaten?"

There was no response.

You grabbed some clothes from your wardrobe and threw them down on top of your bed and tried not to miss the feeling of being asleep. "You better go eat something while I get dressed. You can't save the world on an empty stomach."

"I'll be fine," he mumbled.

"Find something in this flat to eat, or I'll pull a Luther and stop caring about the apocalypse."

"Empty threats don't work! I know you care, and I know you wanna go home!"

You finished getting dressed in record time and pulled open your door to give him a judgemental stare. "Can you please just fucking eat something?"

Five jolted slightly at the opening of the door before sighing and blinking across to your kitchen. "Fine!"

You nodded approvingly at the sounds of the fridge and various cupboards being opened. Now that there was some free time while Five ate, you decided to get ready for the day, whatever it would bring. You'd scanned over your notebook in your bedroom drawer the previous night before sleeping; when you'd first arrived you had frantically scribbled down everything you could remember. Most of the specifics for this had faded over the months and refreshing your memory was necessary at this point, otherwise you would probably somehow end up dead.

The two of you arrived at Elliott's twenty-eight minutes later. The front door was locked.

"If you even think about-" you began, before being swiftly interrupted by Five grabbing your arm and blinking the pair of you inside. The world spun and twisted and your stomach lurched as your body adjusted to its new location. As soon as your vision stopped spinning you glared at Five. "Why couldn't you have just opened it from the other side?"

He shrugged, letting go of your arm as you steadied yourself. "This was quicker."

Elliott's head peeked over the top of the mezzanine cautiously, a bowl of cereal in his hands. "Oh you- you're back? You're back!"

Five blinked up to the mezzanine, leaving you on the ground floor and began a conversation with Elliott. You heard words floating from the dialogue as you climbed up the staircase, blinking away the remaining dots of dizzy static swimming around your vision.