Nuclear // Number Five

0.15 × Gerald Jenkins

I don't really know what I'm heading for. I got a lot of problems, I ain't looking for more.

Everything was moving so fast around Libby that she could barely get a grip on reality. She quickly followed her siblings upstairs, hoping desperately that her sister was going to be okay. Allison was laid out on a gurney with Grace applying pressure to her throat. Blood oozed still out of the open wound, staining the rag Grace was holding a deep red. Libby clutched Five's hand tightly, lacing her fingers between his.

"One of you will need to give blood," Grace explained, glancing around the room for a volunteer.

All of Libby's siblings jumped at the request, except for her. She knew radioactive blood was too much of a danger for her sister, yet still she felt guilty for not at least offering. Luther's blood was too inhuman, Klaus's was too 'polluted,' and when Diego jumped to give blood, he fainted at the sight of the needle, making Libby chuckle to herself.

The two of them left the room to let Grace work, reconvening in the living room with Klaus and Diego. Libby relaxed into the couch as Diego started outlining his plan. She sighed, leaning forward to rest her head in her hands as Five passed by her. He sat next to her on the couch, gently rubbing his hand across her back.

"The bastard that nearly killed out sister is still out there, with Vanya," Diego explained, pacing the room in front of the coffee table. "We need to go after her."

"Vanya isn't important," Five snapped back, prompting Libby to give him a baffled look.

"She's our sister too," Libby fought, pulling herself away from his touch to make eye contact with him. "We can't just leave her in the hands of the man responsible for the apocalypse."

"A little heartless, even for you, Five," Diego backed Libby up. It warmed her up inside to know that her siblings were starting to feel more comfortable with her. Though she knew they were together under dire circumstances, she hoped it would last even after the apocalypse issue was solved.

"I'm not saying I don't care about her, but if the apocalypse happens today, she dies along with the other seven billion of us," He hissed, "Harold Jenkins is our first priority."

"I agree," Libby said, getting up off the couch to follow her brothers.

"Me too. Let's go," Diego led the way, but when Libby turned back to get Klaus, he just shook his head.

"You guys count me out," He muttered, chewing on his nails. "I mean, you know, no offense or whatever. It's just I kind of feel like this is a whole lot of pressure for newly-sober me, so..."

He trailed off and Libby rolled her eyes. "You're coming," She demanded, stomping her foot like she was his mother.

"No, no, no," He protested, "I mean, I think we can all agree that my power's..." He trailed off, gesturing at the air with his hand. "I mean, it's pretty much useless. I'd just be holding you guys back."

"Klaus, get up," Five commanded, giving him a stern look.

"You can't make me," Klaus quipped, returning the favor with one of the snobbiest looks Libby had ever seen.

Diego pulled a knife out of his holster and flicked it toward Klaus. It landed in the couch cushions a fraction of an inch away from Klaus's balls. Klaus flung his hands up in defense.

"Oh, then again, a little exercise wouldn't hurt," He sassed, getting up off the couch and following them out of the academy.

The drive to Harold's house was just as long and tedious as Libby had remembered, and she silently braced herself for a struggle as she watched Diego lightly push open the door, which was still unlocked. The house was silent, but there were signs of a struggle as they passed the messy living room. She followed her brothers quietly as they stumbled upon the body in the dining room.