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: That's it, the end of my little story. Let me know what you thought of it.
Warnings: none
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The flight to Cape Town was tense. Max stared out the plane window, his mind racing with thoughts of Allison. Of all his siblings, she was the one he was most nervous about finding. Her memories, if they had returned, would be heavy—weighted with regret and betrayal.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Y/n asked softly, her hand brushing against his.
Max turned to her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Just... worried about Allison. If she remembers everything, it might be harder for her than it was for the others."
Klaus leaned over from the next seat. "Oh, she'll remember. And when she does, expect tears. Lots of tears. I might cry too, for solidarity."
Luther, sitting across the aisle, rolled his eyes. "Klaus, not everything is a joke."
Klaus feigned offense. "I'll have you know that my humor is what holds this family together. Besides, Allison's stronger than you think. She always has been."
Max glanced at Viktor, who had been unusually quiet since joining them. "You've been awfully quiet. What do you think?"
Viktor shrugged, his voice soft. "I think... we need to be patient with her. She carried a lot of guilt back then. She might not want to face us."
Y/n squeezed Max's hand. "If she's anything like the rest of you, she'll come around. You just have to give her time."
Finding Allison wasn't as simple as walking into a bar or an orphanage. She worked with a nonprofit, and their first attempts to contact her were met with resistance. Eventually, they tracked her down at a shelter for women and children.
When they entered, they found her sitting on the floor, surrounded by children. She was reading a story, her voice soft and soothing.
Max's chest tightened. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure how to approach her.
"Allison," he said finally, his voice breaking the quiet.
She froze, the book slipping from her hands. Slowly, she turned to look at him. Her eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "No, this isn't real. You're not real."
"Allison, it's me," Max said, stepping closer. "It's Five. And they're real too."
Klaus stepped forward, his usual theatrics replaced by genuine warmth. "Hey, sis. Long time no see."
Luther and Viktor stood silently, their eyes filled with hope and concern.
Tears streamed down Allison's face as she stood, backing away slightly. "I... I can't do this. I remember. I remember everything."
Luther moved toward her, his voice gentle. "Allison, it's okay. You don't have to face this alone. We're here for you."
