Elena Romero was born on the 1st of October, 1989. Elena's superpower, she had discovered, was not keeping her dysfunctional family together. It was, in fact, keeping herself together. She could miraculously heal all of her injuries. All except one...
"Oh how very sentimental but excuse me if I haven't got time for your half-arsed apology."
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Elena loved travelling by briefcase. It was amazing, like going on a rollercoaster with a steep drop. It was like stepping through a door in time, starting in one place and coming out somewhere completely different. She thought she'd never get used to it and she hoped she didn't, every mission was a rush. Elena was starting to think her situation wasn't all bad after all. Sure she'd have to betray someone who'd only tried to help her. But time travel was fun and it was the only way to get back to her family.
Elen stepped through the briefcase portal and into 1960s Dallas. November 25th, 1963 to be specific. She'd programmed the briefcase to transport her to the same alleyway she had seen Five appear only seconds after so they didn't collide and risk merging together. She'd seen it happen before when two agents decided to go to the same place at the same time. It wasn't pretty. Hence why Jerry was now a stickler for paperwork.
She could see Five loitering at the end of the alleyway, staring out at nuclear doomsday. This was her chance. Grab Five and bring him back to the Handler. Easy, right? Easier said than done.
Elena followed Five down the alley and into the street. She had seen the nuclear doomsday on the screen on the Infinite Switchboard but it couldn't have prepared her for the reality of actually standing in the midst of a nuclear war. There were soldiers everywhere, US and Soviet troops lined what remained of the streets. Buildings were half standing at best and little fires were blazing dotted along the sidewalk like apocalyptic lampposts.
Five stood in the middle of the street, tiptoeing over the rubble and looking about him with a look of despair mixed with whimsy. Elena wondered how many apocalypses it would take for him to finally snap and go insane. It was sad, in a way, everything that he had gone through. But it was also her angle to get to him. Elena wouldn't have to tell him that he was going back to the Handler, she could just tell him she was giving him an out. So he wouldn't have to sit through another apocalypse. Yes, that was what she was doing. She wasn't betraying him...
Elena took a deep breath and walked up to Five. But before she could get to him, another briefcase wielding man beat her to it. A man she thought she'd never have to see again.
It made her heart stop just seeing a glimpse of him. He grabbed Five by the arm, capturing all his attention. He never even saw Elena. But Elena saw him, clear as day, and remembered the last time they had met as if it were yesterday. He was there when Eudora had been killed. And when she had been shot.
Despite his probable intention to kill her, she had a lot to thank Hazel for. If he, or his partner, Elena couldn't be sure which one of them it was, had never had shot her, she would never know she had powers. Still, it made her blood boil seeing him after everything that he had done. After Eudora had lost her life, here he was. He was older. He had lived. And she had died.
