number 5 x reader//I need you to visit

Chapter 1- a phone call

It was Saturday. Saturday May 22, 2019. I think. I got lost in a time warp, and was gone for a year with number 5. This happened 3 weeks ago, and I still have reoccurring dreams about the events. I brushed my left hand threw my hair, biting the nails of my right. I couldn't get 5 out of my damn head.

"Shit." I said, ruffling up my hair, as I walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I my y/c/h was a mess. Dark makeup pooled underneath my eyes, and as my gaze fixated on that I realized I forgot to take off my mascara the night before. While washing my face, my phone rings from my room. I sprinted to the bed, not realizing how fast I was running shoving my bed in a diagonal position. I had the powers of climate control and super speed. I picked it up.

"Uh, hello?" "Hey y/n...you need to come to the academy. Now." It was 5. I could recognize his voice any day. I heard the worry of his voice and felt him pacing around the room with his hand in his trouser pocket. "What's going on?" I asked worried.
"There's no time for questions right now number 8. Get over to the academy." He said, in his usual bossy voice. But I knew this was serious. "On my way." I said, grabbing a couple belongings and started sprinting to the academy.

As I walked threw the main doors, I saw everyone gathered in the living room. Five walked over to me with a serious look on his face. "It's nice to see you after all this time y/n." He said. "Five...it's only been 3 weeks." I told him, chuckling. "Exactly." He said, with a tiny bit of...solemn in his eyes. He blinked and looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Okay let's get down to business-" Allison began. "FROM MULAN!!!!!!" Klaus screamed, almost dropping his bottle of vodka onto the floor. "THATS FROM MULAN!" He yelled again, pointing to a wall. "BEN DID YOU HEAR THAT?!" We all ignored his remarks, already used to them.

"Anyways." Luther said, shifting his gaze to Allison. "Over the few couple weeks, after you and five returned, people have been after five.  Bad, bad people. We just learned they not only want to kill five, but you too, number 8." He said strictly. I jolted my head up, looking at five. He was staring at me. He had a worried, sad look in his eyes. I caught myself having the same look. I softly smiled at him, trying to lighten things up. He softly smiled back, then he shook his head and looked forward. This...this is bad.