Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

27 | little runaway

Blending into her new timeline wasn't as difficult as she had previously believed it would be, seeing as she spent most of her time moving from place to place. Y/N had landed in Dallas, Texas when she first came, but at the end of the week, she was in Tulsa, Oklahoma, and then the week after, in Kansas City. 

She tried to stay with Mortimer and Elliot, but after learning her old Commission partner was possibly still alive, Y/N decided it was best to look for clues elsewhere. Besides, there was no other trace of Mitch besides the discolored photograph Mortimer had blessed her with. Y/N only hoped that he'd be able to do the same for the rest of her family.

After a month, Y/N started to become a little paranoid, the nagging feeling of being watched, or tracked down consumed her. It wasn't what she felt when she found out that Mortimer had an invested interest in her powers, and in the future, no. It was something much deeper.

Y/N's paranoia was vouched for the first appearance of the Swedes. The three platinum haired siblings arrived with her in Indianapolis, and since then, have been one step behind her everywhere else she went. It was exhausting, and simply aggravating having to shake them off her shoulder every place she went, but killing them would do her no good, because the Commission would send another pair of mindless drones.

Before she knew it, a year had passed by, and there was no sign of Five, of Mitch, or of the rest of her family. Y/N had no other choice but to make an effort to settle in, wherever she went. Unfortunately for her, going back to Dallas to live in Morty's would only put Mortimer and Elliot at risk, which she didn't want to do, and getting a place anywhere else would be fruitless seeing as she'd have to get up and leave as soon as the Swedes located her, so she needed a new disguise.

Y/N was able to lie about her age and get a fake ID, with a new name. Lenora Jenkins. It wasn't her first choice, especially after seeing the identical last name to Vanya's manipulative boyfriend, but it was a deal or no deal situation. Lenora Jenkins would have to do.

When it came to having to find a job and make a living for herself, Y/N didn't come across much difficulty, seeing as she specialized in pretty much everything. At first, she was levitating towards serving as a police officer, and then she remembered their brutalities in the time period, and their unwillingness to allow women to serve. Y/N dumped that idea straight to the trash. But after a while, she found a job at the local primary school as an educator.

Y/N was reluctant over working with kids, but after getting used to her new job, it came to her quickly and she found herself loving her job more than anything. Sadly, her job was taken away after one of the Swedes was able to locate her in the middle of a grocery run. 

So that was how the next five years of her life played out. Running, getting a new ID, then settling down, then having to leave the life she built so she could escape again. Y/N noticed that in the years she'd spent in the past, she hadn't aged, and it was overwhelming and concerning until she realized it was the effect of the hormone injection she got back in the Commission.

In 1951, Y/N decided to leave the country. Six years after the events of WWII, Europe was still in a state of disrepair, but as Five had told her all those years ago, it took nothing off the scenery. A part of her felt like she was betraying Five by exploring all the things they had agreed to explore together, but it was for her own safety, so to Yugoslavia she went. And, oh, it was gorgeous. It was almost like the gardens of Eden fell down from heaven and landed right into what was once a warzone. Tall, towering mountains capped with snow, and long and winding rivers sweeping at its feet. The meadows and lakes and caves, and that breathtaking coastline. Y/N couldn't help but wish she wasn't experiencing it all alone. 

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The melancholics of the past only managed to sink in at night, when the only thing Y/N did was lay in bed and peer out the window. She was right back where she started, in Dallas, but she was isolated, and not in one of the most comfortable confinements.

Jail was cold. Lifeless. Driving Y/N a little crazier as the days went by. She didn't know whether it was the constant nagging and whining of her cellmates, or if it was the suspecting eyes from the young officer seated across from her. It went on like that for 10 grueling days. 

"We can't find anything on you, except for 17 different fake IDs, and 5 different fake social security numbers," the officer said slowly, tilting his head as he made eye contact with the girl before him.

Y/N didn't say anything as she stared back at him, her arms crossed and her back rested against the metal chair. She was in a war with herself, one side shaming her for getting caught, and the other side shaming her for not having a back up plan. It was 1961, and it had been a long ten years.

"Look, you're gonna have to cooperate with us, alright?" the officer sighed, running a tired hand down his face. "One of the higher ups thinks you're worth something more than behind these bars."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, raising a brow. It was then that she parted her dry, cracked lips, the first time since she was obtained. "And what might that be?"

The officer was stunned by the sound of her flat voice and he quickly shook his head to get back on task, caught off guard by her curiosity. "They saw how you fought those troops back there in the riot. You took down a whole squad of fully grown men all by yourself. Needless to say, it's impressive."

Y/N allowed a small smirk to curl her lips and she scoffed, averting her eyes down to the floor. "That's not what you said a decade ago."

"Well, things are changing," the officer retorted, leaning forward on his elbows. "You're being recruited as soon as you finish your community hours. Congratulations, and welcome to the force."

"Woah, woah, woah," Y/N interjected, heavily confused. "What about all my charges?"

"What charges?" the officer grinned, lighting his cigarette. "You're free to go."

Y/N opened her mouth, then closed it, her brows furrowed as she processed the information. Recruited? After being charged guilty of assaulting multiple officers? What the hell was going on? She'd spent seventeen eventful years stuck in the past, but whatever was happening now had to be at the top of her list of unexpected occurrences. 

"I...don't have a say in any of this, do I?"

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