The Sparks Between Us | Five Hargreeves x Reader

SEVENTEEN

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༻ FIVE'S  POV ༺

"When is it supposed to happen?" Luther asked, his voice tense, breaking through the haze of my grogginess as I woke up fully. "The apocalypse?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I can't give you the exact hour, but from what Y/N has calculated, we have four days left."

"Four days?" Luther repeated, his voice rising. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

"It wouldn't have mattered," I said flatly, my tone betraying my exhaustion.

"Of course it would have mattered!" Luther shot back, his voice sharp. "We could have banded together. We could have tried to stop this thing."

I tilted my head, meeting his gaze, my expression deadpan. "For the record, you already tried."

"What do you mean?" Luther asked, frowning deeply.

I didn't answer right away. I let the weight of my words settle before finally speaking. "I found all of you," I said quietly. "Your bodies."

Luther stared at me, his expression shifting into disbelief. "We die?"

"Horribly," I replied.

Luther looked away, the weight of my words sinking in. He struggled to respond, so I continued. "You were all together, trying to stop whoever it was that ends the world."

"Wait, how do you know that?" Luther asked, his voice shaky now.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a folded napkin and unwrapped it to reveal a small glass eye. "This was clutched in your dead hand when I found you," I said, tossing the eye to him.

Luther caught it and turned it over in his hand, staring at it like it might hold all the answers.

"Must've ripped it out of their head right before you went down," I said matter-of-factly.

"Whose head?" Luther asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Like I said, I don't know," I replied, shrugging.

Luther flipped the eye over again, noticing a serial number etched into the back. "There's a serial number here. Think maybe you could try—"

"No," I cut him off sharply. "That's a dead end. It's just another hunk of glass."

Luther sighed, clearly frustrated, and handed the eye back to me. Before either of us could say more, the door flew open with a loud bang.

"Piece of shit," Diego muttered as he stormed inside, his face twisted with anger.

"What's going on?" Luther said, standing quickly as Diego barreled toward me.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" Diego snarled, pointing a finger in my direction, his eyes blazing with fury.

"Let me—get your ape hands off me!" Diego snapped as Luther grabbed him, holding him back.

"I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down," Luther said firmly, his grip on Diego unwavering.

Diego breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Fine," he hissed, relaxing just enough for Luther to let him go.

Luther stepped back. "Now, you want to tell us what this is about?"

Diego took a step closer, jabbing a finger in my direction. "Our brother and his walking machine have been pretty damn busy since they got here," he said, his voice sharp. "They were in the middle of that shootout at Griddy's, and then at Gumble Brothers, right after those masked freaks attacked the Academy looking for them!"