Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

17| my skin is on fire

"So? Who is Harold Jenkins?" Diego demanded once more, frustration edging his voice.

Five drained the last of his coffee, his expression pensive as he flung the empty cup across the room. "I don't know...yet."

"But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him," Five added, his tone resolute. "And we have to do it now."

"How do you know? That file we got in the Commission was a dead end," Y/N inquired, puzzled.

Five handed her a familiar half sheet of paper and she unfolded it to see instructions sprawled over the front. It seemed a little different from the usual orders they had to terminate people, because this one said to protect.

Y/N crossed her arms, feeling her temples pulse in an upcoming headache. "Well...okay, then."

"How is he connected to what's going to happen," Luther asked, his usual dumbfounded expression etched over his features. 

"I don't know."

"Wait, so you just know his name," Diego approached, his left arm held in a black sling. "That's it?"

"It's more information that any of you could've found," Y/N snapped, feeling an odd urge to defend their month-long efforts in the Commission.

"Maybe if you told us about what's going to happen sooner, we would've done more to help," Allison stepped in.

"Besides, there's probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in the city."

"Well, we better start looking then," Five's voice rose, irritation evident in his tone as he glowered at his siblings.

"I'm sorry, but am I the only one who's skeptical here?"

A small silence enveloped the group as Y/N glanced at each person before tilting her head in Allison's direction. "Yes, you are."

"Let me talk, Y/N," Allison pressed.

"No, Allison. What the hell are you getting at? We got a name, that's all that matters," Y/N sneered, feeling a prickling annoyance aimed at her sister. 

It felt like Allison was belittling her and Five's efforts, especially since she had no concept of what they've been through to get the information they were currently explaining.

From beside her, Five faltered, placing a hand over his chest as he scoffed, looking up with a clenched jaw. "Look, you know those lunatics in masks who attacked the house?"

Klaus feigned a curious expression as he scratched his neck, looking up in thought. "Oh yeah, I think I remember those guys."

"Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you two were getting drunk."

Y/N scowled, sending a pointed glare in Diego's direction as he widened his eyes mockingly.

"Yeah, them," Five answered, ignoring the interaction. "They were sent by the Temp Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth."

"The Temps what," Allison crossed her arms, head bobbing with each word.

"My former employer. They monitor all time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen...happens. They believe the Apocalypse is coming in three days. Me and Y/N went to the Commission, and she distracted them while I intercepted a message meant for said lunatics."

Luther sent a wary look in Y/N's direction as she began to speak. "This order says "Protect Harold Jenkins.' That means he must be responsible for whatever happens."

Y/N and Five stared expectantly at Luther, Diego, and Allison as they processed their words. Suddenly, they sprang out of their dazed expressions and erupted in questions, while Klaus sat cross-legged on the couch, lost in his own mind.