Promise [Number 5 X Reader]

- Siblings (Not Really) -

I felt that the following scene was necessary for the plot! ^u^

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You heard Dzie chittering down the stairs as Five led Klaus down the hall. You knew he would never get Klaus into any of the old man's suits, it just wasn't his style. But hey, maybe you were wrong.

While you attended to Dzie, you heard Allison down the stairs on the phone. She was sniffing, and her voice was strained: whatever was happening, she was hurting.

Curiously, you headed for the stairs, you saw Vanya a step ahead of you, already heading down.

"I'm only missing one session, it can't be that big of a deal," Allison insisted over the phone. "Patrick, my father is dead! I'm sure that counts as an extenuating circumstance!"

Her husband . . . Ex, you recalled immediately from the headline of some tabloid column.

"Is Claire with you?" she asked.

The kid - her kid.

"Yes, I would like to speak with my child," she hissed as Vanya reached the bottom of the stairs. You silently watched from the top of the stairs, absentmindedly running your digits over the bandages that Five had tied oh-so tightly. "Hey, Patrick! Wait - "

You could hear the faint sound of her sniffling increase in frequency as she hung up the phone. "Is everything okay?" Vanya asked out of concern.

"Sure," was her quiet reply.

"You're ex-husband sounds like an asshole," she offered in support, so obviously trying to help Allison it was almost painful to listen.

"That's one way to put it," Allison replied stonily.

"It's probably better that you're here, y'know, without him," Vanya said. Bad move, you thought, wincing on her behalf for the outburst you knew would be coming.

"Actually, I'd be better off with my child."

She stuttered. "Oh, yeah, absolutely . . .  S-Sorry, I just - "

"And to be honest, you're the last person I would ask for advice - on anything." Here we go. You got up and started down the stairs.

"Meaning what?" Vanya's wounded voice echoed up the stairs.

"You've never had a relationship like this - or a relationship period."

"Hey, that's not true!"

"So you know what it's like to love someone like this? Like, when you're apart from them, you can't breathe? Like you would, you would actually . . . die, to know that they're okay, and happy?"

Vanya didn't respond.

Allison wasn't done. "You have always forced the people around you away!"

She was still quiet for a while. "It's not like I had a choice," her timid voice replied.

"I'm guessing you didn't have a choice about writing that book, either?" I'm still struggling to understand what the big deal is about that book, you thought. Allison went to walk down the hall, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. "You're an adult, Vanya. There's no one around to blame you're problems on but yourself."

By the time Allison had turned around, you were standing there, looking down on the scene with a scowl. The three of you found yourselves in a familiar situation, one that took place frequently when you were children.