Lost in Time ~ Five Hargreeves

Chapter 39

"Now what?"

"Now nothing, Luther, all right? Make your peace with God."

"What? What about Allison and Vanya?"

"Screw them both. They should have been here."

"What about Diego?", Klaus murmured. "He's quite a responsible young man, no?"

"Sometimes", said Riley and shrugged.

"Something must've happened to them."

"Screw Diego, all right? Screw everybody–"

"What was that?", Riley said, raising an eyebrow.

"Except you, Love, of course," assured Five.

"Thought so."

"– We were better off on our own in the apocalypse."

"Five! Come on", Luther addressed him.

"You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for themselves now. How 'bout that?"

Five took Riley's hand and pulled them back into the house.

"Five, wait. What are you doing?", Riley wanted to know as the two walked up the stairs.

"Hey! Guys, doomsday is still coming," Luther called after them. "We gotta think of a new plan."

"Don't you get it, Luther? It's over, all right? We're already dead."

"Then where are you going? Riley, please help me out of here."

"I can't. I have no idea what he's up to either."

"I'm going to do the unthinkable," Five explained.

Riley and Luther stopped.

"Five, sweetie–"

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this," the Teenager mumbled.

"Come to what, Five?"

Five continued walking, leaving the other two standing there confused.

"Five. Five! Come to what? Five!"

Riley and Luther looked at the spot where Five stopped for a second.

Then—

"Oh no," Riley mumbled, realizing what Five was planing.

"Riley?"

"No, no, no… Five! That is a very stupid idea."

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"Here you go," Five said, handing Riley a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Five? Riley?"

Luther entered the kitchen and stopped at the door when he saw Five finish an entire bottle of water.

"You okay?", Luther asked worriedly.

"We're going to need to be hydrated," Five replied, closing the fridge.

"Hydrated?"

Luther looked at Riley, hoping for an answer, but they also just finished their water bottle.

Meanwhile, Five already grabbed the baby powder.

"What's with the baby powder?"

"It'll help with the itching," Five explained, as if that made any sense.

"What itching? There's itching? What the hell is going on here?", Luther wanted to know before he realized: "You do have a plan."

"Well, it's a desperation move, but… since our brain-dead siblings are incapable of meeting a simple deadline, we got no choice."