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Blink & You'll Miss It - Five Hargreeves

Bright. That's all I could see around me. Bright white and blue lights warping themselves around my form, it being seemingly weightless and suspended in mid air. The only other thing I was sure of was a warm hand clasped in my own. Rough and worn with time and work. Fives hand. He was my anchor, and I was his, especially as we attempted to transcend the barriers of time and reality. Both of our free hands were posed in front of our floating figures, attempting to break the strong invisible forces forcing us back to the year 1963, just before President John F. Kennedy was set to be assassinated. Squinting, I could make out a courtyard with several figures standing, watching our struggle. One had attempted to disarm our temporal anomaly with a fire extinguisher. Spoilers, it didn't work.

Feeling a tug from Five, I cry out in pain matching his own as we're suddenly thrust forward a foot, then dropped to the ground. His hand leaves mine as we both brace ourselves for the harsh impact of the grassy ground. Groaning from the collision, I lift my head, turning to look at Five, finding him in a similar position. Only flipped onto his back, and... much younger?

"The hell?" I mutter to myself, slowly getting to my knees, then to my shaky feet. He follows, groaning lowly as he rubs the back of his neck sitting up, then pushing himself onto his feet. He turns, eye's growing wide when they catch a glimpse of me, before sharply looking down at himself. I hold in a dry laugh at how big his nice suit looked on him at the moment.

"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?" Looking behind me, a group of five diverse and interesting individuals stand in a group, slightly gawking at the two of us.

"Shit." I hear Five say from behind me, his voice just a few octaves higher than I'm used to.

...

Leaning on the wooden table, I watch Five place a cutting board down along with a butter knife, working in silence. The rest of the people stood and sat watching him with utterly confused faces.

"What's the date? The exact date?" He asks, walking over to a shelf and grabbing a loaf of bread, turning it over in his hands as he walks back to me, inspecting it.

"The twenty fourth." The smaller of the girls that was seated replied.

"Of what?" Five asks, clearly already annoyed at her failure to answer his simple question fully.

"March."

"Good." I smile, letting my head drop forward in relief, causing a few over their stares to briefly flicker to me, then back to him.

"Wh- so are we gonna talk about what just happened?" The larger man asks, his question directed to Five specifically. He shifts the bag, taking out four slices and putting them in a row on the board. I watch him as the others shift uncomfortably.

"It's been seventeen years." The now standing man states while rounding the table to stand closer to Five, attempting to get the message across.

"It's been a lot longer than that." Five states before blinking behind him, grabbing a large half-filled bag of marshmallows from a tall shelf.

"I haven't missed that." He states bluntly.

"Where'd you go?" A man completely wearing black asks.

"The future." Five blinks back over to me, placing the bag of marshmallows down. "It's shit by the way."

"Called it!" The last man calls out, tapping the side of his head knowingly.

Is he wearing a skirt? Five blinks again, this time to the fridge, opening it and examining its contents.

"Should've listened to the old man. Jumping to space is one thing." He grabs a jar of peanut butter, turning then walking over to his work station. "But jumping through time is the toss of a dice." Placing the container down, he un-lids it, scooping out a small portion. Glancing up, he takes in the group, and mainly their appearances.