You will dive deep into the life of Five Hargreeves, exploring scenarios where you are his partner in crime, confidante, and love interest. Each short Story offers a unique glimpse into different aspects of Five's multifaceted personality-his wit, h...
A/N: @PriyaNichal wanted a second part and here it is. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think
Warnings: none
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The soft, sterile beeping of the hospital machines had become an odd comfort to Y/n, a constant rhythm in the otherwise suffocating silence. She never let go of Five's hand, even in her sleep, as though her grip alone could anchor him back to the world. Weeks had turned into months, and while his progress was painstakingly slow, it was progress nonetheless.
The first time Five opened his eyes was like a miracle. Y/n had been leaning against his bed, her head resting near his hand, dozing lightly. A faint groan escaped Five's lips, raspy and weak, but it was enough to jolt her awake.
"Five?" she whispered, her eyes wide with hope.
He blinked slowly, his unfocused gaze struggling to find hers. "Y/n," he croaked, his voice barely audible.
Tears streamed down her face as she clasped his hand tightly. "You're awake," she said, her voice trembling with relief. "You're really awake."
Five's lips twitched into the faintest semblance of a smirk. "You... didn't give up on me," he murmured.
"Never," Y/n replied firmly, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "I'm here, Five. I've always been here."
Recovery was slow, but Five tackled it with his usual determination, grumbling all the while. Physical therapy was a particular sore point for him.
"Who knew walking would be so hard after a coma?" he muttered one day as Y/n helped him maneuver down the hallway with a walker.
"You've literally jumped through time and space, Five. A little walking should be a piece of cake," she teased, though her eyes sparkled with encouragement.
"Time travel doesn't involve these godforsaken hospital socks," he quipped, glaring at the grippy, pastel-colored footwear.
Despite his complaints, Y/n could see his progress day by day. The spark in his eyes grew brighter, his movements steadier. He even started making sarcastic remarks to the nurses—a clear sign he was on the mend.
One sunny morning, Y/n brought Five outside for the first time since the accident. They sat on a bench in the hospital courtyard, the warm sunlight kissing their faces. Five tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he soaked it in.
"Fresh air is underrated," he admitted, his voice stronger now.
Y/n chuckled, leaning against him. "You've missed a lot. The world hasn't ended yet, in case you were wondering."
"Good to know," he said, smirking. Then, his expression turned serious. "I owe you an apology."
Y/n looked up at him, startled. "For what?"
"For being a stubborn idiot," he said. "For walking out that night. For...making you think I didn't care."
Her heart clenched as she reached for his hand. "You don't have to apologize, Five. We both said things we didn't mean. What matters is that you're here now."
He turned to her, his green eyes filled with emotion. "I've been through every timeline imaginable, Y/n. But no matter where I end up, you're always my anchor. I need you to know that."
Y/n felt tears welling up again, but this time, they were tears of joy. "I know," she whispered, squeezing his hand. "I've always known."
he turned to Y/n. "You stayed," he said quietly, his voice still raspy but stronger than before.
She looked at him, her heart aching at the vulnerability in his eyes. "Of course I stayed," she said softly. "I told you I'm not going anywhere."
He reached for her hand, his grip still weak but steady. "I don't deserve you," he murmured.
Y/n shook her head, tears running down her face. "Don't say that," she whispered. "We're a team, Five. We always have been. And we always will be."
Months later, Five walked into their home under his own power, his arm slung around Y/n for support. The once-quiet house now felt alive again.
"You know," Five said as they settled onto the couch, "I think I'll take a break from saving the world for a while."
"Oh?" Y/n raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "And what will you do instead?"
"Spend time with my wife," he said, pulling her close. "Maybe bake cookies. Isn't that a thing normal couples do?"
Y/n laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I'm not sure 'normal' is a word anyone would use to describe us, but I like the idea."
And for the first time in a long time, the Hargreeves house was filled with the sound of laughter, love, and the promise of better days ahead.
