"Five?
"Lexa?" We both shared a smile as we pulled each other in for a long, overdue hug. "Where have you been?" He asked me in disbelief.
"It's kind of a long story," I said with a shrug. "Basically, I was sent back to my past, which is technicall...
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My eyes were glued to the small pan filled with an abundance of golden scrambled eggs that Luther was currently cooking on top of Elliot's oven. I knew the man was basically built like an ape and he had super-strength, but that seriously seemed a bit excessive, even for him.
"No, no, no," Diego said. "I don't understand. They keep following me."
"Wait, who?" Luther asked. I still couldn't stop looking at the food. I mean, he could probably feed a whole family with the amount he was making.
"Those Dutch sociopaths," Diego replied.
"They're Swedish, you idiot," Five remarked. "Hired guns laid to eradicate us before we do any more damage to this timeline."
"This would be the second timeline I screwed up then," I spoke up. Five turned to me with a confused expression until I gave him an explanation. "I might have changed a few things in my original timeline by accident."
"You're lucky it didn't affect the future," Five scolded me.
"I know, I know," I sighed.
"Why are those Swedes after us now?" Diego asked, bringing back the previous topic of our conversation. He snapped his fingers and shook his head in annoyance. "I mean, I'm fine for three months until you showed up."
"Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me," Luther added.
"I'm sure you gave them plenty of reasons not to," I remarked quietly.
"Even if it was my fault, which it isn't," Five stated. "We only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyone's gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate."
Luther looked up from his food suddenly. "Well.. that's not exactly true," he said.
"What do you mean?" Five asked.
"I saw him," Luther said. He went on to explain to us how he took a bus from Dallas, Texas, to Reginald Hargreeves' future Umbrella Academy building. Luther explained how he crashed his Dad's event in an attempt to tell him that he was his future son, but the old man didn't believe any word he told him.
My eyes rolled as I smirked. "That's really embarrassing for you."
Diego nodded in agreement. "Pathetic."
"Well, he doesn't even know who you are," Luther replied. I faked a hurt frown. Sarcasm was clearly evident in my expressions. "And, at least he didn't shank my ass."
Diego shook his head as he placed his hand over his chest. "No, bro, he shanked your heart."
Elliot walked into the kitchen and stared at Luther. "Is that my.. bathrobe?" he asked hesitantly. I felt bad all of a sudden. We were all crashing at his house and using all of his things.
