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let's save the world

season two, episode ten

five hargreeves x reader

summary: you finally manage to actually save the world.

warnings: not proofread, cursing, violence, ridiculous amounts of fluff (i had a hard time writing it because i kept on smiling too hard lmfao), probably some other stuff, tell me if you see anything

word count: 7.4k (that's 13 pages on google docs!)

a/n: wow. i never thought i'd be able to finish this series after the long break i had, but i'm so happy i got my motivation back because- wow. this is the longest thing i've ever written, and i'm so proud of it.

i left the ending open, without them seeing the sparrows yet, because i don't know yet if i will continue this when the next season arrives. it all depends on what you guys want- and if i disappear again lmfao

anyways, a lot happens here- including what we've all been waiting for. but yeah, i hope you like it, because i sure do.

“authorities are asking for help identifying several persons of interest at dealey plaza at the time of the assassination. the fbi believes they may be have been acting in concert with the alleged shooter, lee harvey oswald.”

your arms are crossed over your chest as you watch the television, where the grainy image of an older looking man reads from his script. the picture begins to change, starting with the mug shot of oswald, before moving on to the others’ faces.

“vanya hargreeves, wanted in connection with the deaths of several fbi agents inside the federal building at dealey plaza.”

the mugshot from when vanya was taken in. it switches to the picture of diego’s own mugshot from his time spent in the mental institution- you had forgotten that that happened.

“a cuban exile known only as diego-”

“cuban?” diego mutters out loud.

“-who recently escaped from the holbrook sanitarium.”

now a picture of luther with the man he previously worked for appears. “a bare-knuckle boxer with suspected mafia ties who fights under the alias ‘king kong’. when you glance over at the large man, you can see him roll his eyes.

“allison chestnut, a negro radical responsible for instigating and organizing the recent riots at stadtler’s lunch counter.” the picture shows her standing with the protestors outside of the mentioned location, holding one of the many signs.

“and finally klaus,” instead of a picture of him like the others, the tv shows one of the paintings of him from when he was a cult leader, “a controversial cult leader and known tax evader.”

“the fbi is asking the public to be on the lookout for an unidentified boy and girl” a picture from when you were looking over the fence at what was happening appears, both of your looks of shock, “who they believe are being held hostage by the suspected terrorist network.”

“well, it’s true.” five speaks from where he stands as the report continues, “i do feel like i’m being held hostage most days.” he glances around at his siblings.

“you can say that again.” you mumble, mostly to yourself. they all seem to ignore your guys’ comments.

“i hate that photo.” diego states, still staring at the television.

allison is in disbelief, “they’re saying i instigated the riot?” her hands clap together quietly as she looks away, “that’s unbelievable.”

“look, the good news is that we restored the timeline, and we stopped doomsday.” luther cuts in, trying to lighten the mood up. “so-”

“yeah, a bunch of goddamn heroes,” diego states, “we let kennedy die.”

allison pushes away from the railing of the staircase, “yeah, and now we’re officially the most wanted people in the world.” you see klaus making his way down the stairs, “the fbi is after us, the dallas police, the secret service. it’s only a matter of time before they hunt us down here.”

“where are we supposed to go?” you question, an eyebrow raising at her. what was the plan now? was there anything to do? were you just supposed to wait around until the government finds you, maybe try traveling back in time again?

klaus puts his hand up in front of him, making his way down the final steps. “i have this yurt just outside reykjavik. we could totally lay low there. folks there are a little weird, but lovely.” he shrugs.

“hey, numbnuts.” five cuts in, “hiding isn’t gonna make a difference here. the commission will hunt us down wherever or whenever we go.” you run a hand down your face, feeling the frustration wash over you.

“he’s right.” diego states, and you look at him with furrowed eyebrows, “they’ll never stop.”

you take a short breath in, “uh, i’m sorry, but since when are you an expert on the commission?”

“since i got back from there.” he tells you, his gaze on the ground.

“what?” five questions.

“yeah, they headhunted me, offered me a job.” he confirms, “full time with benefits, which i had to turn down.”

“they headhunted you…” five states, “...the village idiot.”

diego looks genuinely offended, “what, am i not allowed to be headhunted? only you two, the almighty, need to be in demand?”

everyone is clearly fed up already, allison taking a seat on the steps and klaus turning away from the argument. “listen, diego, you’re not exactly commission material.” you explain, “you’ve got an… obstinate nature to you.”

“who do you think it was that figured out vanya was the one that causes doomsday and stopped it? me.” he pushes away from the pillar he was leaning against, getting closer to you, “that’s who. i figured it all out on the infinite switchboard.”

“you were on the infinite switchboard?” five questions.

“hell yeah,” diego confirms, “and i made that machine my bitch. yall need to recognize that i got shit going on yall don’t even know about.” he is basically towering over your thirteen year old body, and looks around at everyone else.

allison looks at him, surprised, “oh i’m sorry. you’ve got things going on?”

“this isn’t helping.” luther mutters.

“look, i met the resistance in their secret lair. all right? i went through orientation and i passed and i stopped doomsday.”

an argument breaks out between the siblings and you roll your eyes, not believing what was going on.

between all of it, when luther is laying out that all of you need to move, and diego is disagreeing, vanya comes down the stairs. “i’m leaving.” she tells everyone, and it stops the talk as everyone looks at her.

“what?” you ask in confusion, “to go where?”

“sissy’s farm. something’s wrong with harlan, and i need to help him.” she explains.

“vanya, we need to stick together, okay?” luther steps towards her, “now more than ever.”

“that’s why i’m telling you this. whatever is going on with harlan, i think i caused it.”

god, another thing that she did that contributed to the shit happening. you couldn’t care less about some random, mute kid.

“how?” luther questions.

she looks around, almost hesitating. “he drowned, and, uh, somehow i was able to bring him back to life, and now it’s like we’re connected.” luther asks what it means, which you’re also wondering, but she has no answer. “i don’t know, i can’t explain it. but, i know that he needs my help.” she takes a moment, “and i need your help too.”

“i’m scared.” she tells you, “and for the first time in my life, i don’t want to do it alone. i want my family by my side.”

diego has his arms crossed over his chest as he slowly moves towards her, “look, i’m sorry.” he tells her, “we have other priorities right now.”

from your side, five speaks up. “diego’s right. for once. we need to make our stand here and now.”

the woman looks around at all of you, and you could see that she was close to tears. you felt bad for her, but what diego said was true. “okay.” she breathes out shakily, “i guess i’ll see you when i see you.”

she leaves the room and you bite your lip. vanya was so sweet, and you felt so bad for brushing her off like this. but it was some kid, what was the point?

“we should help her.” klaus breaks the silence between all of you, his lips pressed together, “like you said, we have to stick together.”

“go ahead.” you wave your arm towards the door, “go help her. i just don’t see the point. he’s a kid who’s got something weird going on, it’s probably just… the flu, i don’t know.”

he sighs, “i don’t think so.” he shrugs, “but if you guys aren’t going, fine.”

he leaves the room through the same door, and the others all look around at each other.

“he’s got a point.” allison says softly, and you sigh.

diego looks to her, “let’s go then, i guess.”

they make their way to the door. you see five look at you out of the corner of your eye and you turn your head to meet his gaze.

“you want to go, don’t you?”

“kinda.” he mumbles to you.

“because they’re your family?”

“because they’re my family.” he confirms, and you sigh.

wherever five goes, you suppose you’ll go to. that’s how it’s always been. so you push away from the wall your leaning on and make your way out of the building with him following close behind. you hear a groan from luther and something about, “i guess we’re doing this.” as he follows a bit further away.

the door closes behind you as you see diego and allison get into the backseat, and you head towards the front seat, opening the door. poking your head in, vanya looks at you, “look, you guys don’t have to-”

“i’m only here because five is.” you sigh, looking at close, “children sit in the back.” he nods, hopping over the seat and you slide onto the middle of the long seat.

five sits next to you, shutting the door. “you owe me one, sis.” he tells vanya.

she’s stunned as klaus settles in between the two behind you, looking around at the people who joined her in the car. “guys, i don’t know what to say.” the smallest hint of a smile is on her face.

a second later, the trunk door falls open and luther climbs into the open space as the back of the car sinks down, hitting the ground, kind of ruining the sweet moment. everyone looks at him and he sighs, “anyone makes a fat joke, i’m out of here.”

and so, vanya starts the engine and pulls out of the alleyway, the tailpipe of the car dragging along the road. you suppose this is better than waiting around and trying to think of something better.

when you get to the farm, pulling into the long driveway, you realize you may have been wrong about the kid. over the barn, there is a giant cloud, and in contrast to the green fields surrounding the house, there is snow coating the ground.

“you think whatever’s going on inside is causing the cold front?” diego questions, raising his voice to be heard over the crackling of the storm as everyone gets out of the car.

“well the correlation is high.” five tells him.

a woman comes running out of the barn with a shotgun, pointing it at the group of you. vanya is yelling out to her.

“get back!” she shouts, cocking the gun, “all of you, just get the hell back!”

“sissy!” vanya, who is standing far closer than the rest of you, holds her hand out, “what’s wrong?”

the woman’s eyes dart between her and the rest of you, “carl.” is all she says.

“what did he do to you?”

she shakes her head, breathing shakily, “he’s… he’s dead. harlan tossed him aside like a rag doll, same way you sent those policemen flyin’.” she explains, “what did you do to him? vanya, what the hell did you do to my son?” she asks her.

“we don’t have time for this.” diego begins to move forward, but sissy points the gun at him.

“where you think you’re going?”

he holds his hand out, “to help your son.” he grits out.

“look, sissy, i found my family.” vanya tells her calmly, motioning to the group, “these are my brothers and my sister. and uh- his girlfriend.”

your eyes widen slightly at her remark, feeling your face begin to warm, “hold on, we’re not-”

“oh, you may as well be!” klaus cuts you off, and you sigh. you want to look at five, to see his reaction, but you’re scared that he could be looking at you. so you keep your eyes straight ahead on the armed woman.

her breathing is heavy as she looks at vanya. “were you lyin’ to me the whole time?” she asks.

“of course not.” vanya breathes out, “look, i didn’t know who i was. but i do now. and we are not the monsters that they say we are. we did not kill the president, we are not terrorists. we’re not here to hurt anyone.”

“then…” sissy stares at her, the gun is no longer pointed at all of you, “who are you?”

“the only one who can help harlan.” she answers, and sissy nods hesitantly.

it seemed to get to her, because without saying another word, she allows all of you to rush past her to the barn, behind vanya as she pulls the door open.

you’re met with a swirling vortex of energy, harlan floating in the center. shit, whatever vanya did really messed him up.

as you all gather around, vanya is yelling, trying her hardest to be heard through the whirlwind, but it doesn’t seem that anything will get through to him.

as she takes a deep breath and takes a step into the spiraling energy, klaus calls out to you guys. everyone looks to him, standing at a hole in the barn. “who are they?”

you all join him at his side. “one’s the handler, the other’s diego’s girlfriend.” five informs him.

“lila. that’s my ex-girlfriend.” diego corrects him.

“you know what?” luther joins in, “doesn’t matter. they both look angry.”

allison stares at the two, “yeah, these two have that effect on people.” she waves towards you and five. your face scrunches slightly.

“we’re gonna go find out what they want.” five tells all of them, “you guys stay with vanya and the kid.”

“i’m coming with you too.” diego tells him, and the three of you move across the barn to leave through the door, passing by the still floating boy.

as you cross over the line of snow that lead into the grassy fields, the handler chuckles. “i love the smell of that fresh country air, don’t you darling?” she questions lila.

“makes me want to vomit.”

“all right, what do you want?” you question shortly as the three of you stop in front of them.

lila’s gaze could cut through you if given the chance, “to watch you suffer.”

“what about me?” diego asks, seeming offended for some reason.

she looks at him, her eyes furrowing, “you’re not even worth my wrath.”

“easy.” the handler intejects, “we’re here on official business.”

five straightens his posture slightly, “and what business is that?”

“as the head of the commission, i’ve decided to eliminate the criminals responsible for the assassination of the former board of directors.”

you glance at five as diego chuckles bitterly, “yeah, right. we didn’t kill the board.”

“uhm, actually, diego,” you clear your throat, “that’s not entirely accurate.”

“you didn’t tell them.” the handler states. neither of you answer, “oh, guys.” she pouts her lips.

diego leans towards his brother, “five, what did you do?”

“what i had to to get my family home.”

“until somebody reneged on our deal.” you add in, glaring at the handler.

“somebody wouldn’t have reneged on the deal if somebody could’ve met a simple deadline.” her voice is annoyingly condescending, “alas.”

“you set us up to fail.” five remarks.

“you set yourself up to fail, friend.” she shoots back. “you and your brothers and sister, and of course your little girlfriend.” you roll your eyes at the continued speculation of your relationship with five, “kinda the running theme of your little life, isn’t it?” she laughs.

diego looks at him, “dude, i can’t believe you killed the board of directors.” he seems to be stuck on that fact, “you have no idea how messed up the commission is right now.”

“messed up, who’s saying that?” the handler questions, concerned.

“everybody.” he answers, “christ, even the janitors think it’s going to shit.”

lila decides to join back into the conversation, “that’s not all they’ve killed.”

you all look at her, apparently none of you knowing what she’s talking about. “what are you talking about?” you ask in confusion.

“don’t play dumb, you prepubescent piece of shit.”

“enough.” the handler stops the argument before it can even start, and it seems suspicious to you as she sets her briefcase down. “the point is, all of you are going to die today, hmm?”

“oh,” diego tilts his head ever so slightly, “well i don’t like your chances. eight of us, two of you.”

the handler looks at him with a sly smirk, “you know what, you’re right. let’s change that.”

she lifts her hand up, snapping her fingers together, and not even a second later there is hundreds- thousands, maybe- of commission agents popping into the field in a blue haze. the three of you look in shock as they continue to appear as far as the eye could see.

you let out a shaky breath. damn, how are you going to get out of this?

“what are we going to do now?” diego asks quietly.

“well, we have to choices: fight and die now or run and die later.” five answers, “either way, we’re food for worms.”

he looks at the two of you, “preference?”

you look at the two of them, shrugging your shoulders, “i wouldn’t mind a few more minutes, breathing through these old windbags a bit longer.”

“all right.” the handler interrupts your conversation, “let’s get this over with, shall we?”

she lifts a red cloth into the air, and your eyes widen as you take a few steps back. “run!” five shouts, and you turn on your heel. you’re surprised you don’t fall flat on your face with the first few steps you take, and as you run next to the two boys, you hear the yelling of the commission agents.

they begin to fire, and you feel your heartbeat speed up. you watch as luther, klaus, and allison jump behind a barrel of hay to escape the bullets. you feel five grab onto you and you are on the snowy ground a moment later.

“i feel like i’m gonna puke!” diego groans.

“no time!” you shout back at him.

you take cover behind the wheel of a tractor and you suddenly feel a stinging pain in your thigh. looking down, you see blood beginning to soak through your clothes and you groan. the same leg that had been pierced with glass now, presumably, has had a bullet go straight through. “shit!” five looks at you, and before he can say anything about it, you rip off a piece of your shirt to wrap around it and stop the bleeding, “i’ll be fine.”

he looks to diego, “what now?”

diego has to curl up to fit behind the wheel with you two, “we blink into the house, man!” he yells at him.

five grabs onto the both of you, and instead of being teleported through space again, all that you see is the blue glow around his hands. nothing happens.

“shit, i’m out of fuel.” he breathes out.

diego looks at you two, “go! go, i’ll cover you!”

“diego what are you-” you try to speak, but he simply yells at you to go again. five grabs your hand to pull you up from the ground, and you do your best at running as diego steps in front of the gun fire and slows the bullets in the air. you manage to get up the stairs of the porch and five pulls you into the house as you fall to the floor, the bullets firing resuming as it breaks the glass of the windows.

you crawl under the table next to five, covering your head as you breathe heavily. you think this might be the moment that you actually die, until it all stops. the gunfire ceases and you’re left in a ringing silence.

you lift your head in confusion, poking your head up through the window as five stands up and looks out. all of the agents are dead.

but in the center of all the bodies on the ground, you see your former employer and her daughter standing unscathed. there’s a glowing orb around them that falls a moment later.

suddenly, lila begins to float up into the air, just like vanya, and your eyes widen.

“get down!” you practically scream, dropping back down to the floor and covering your head. the ground shakes and you can hear the energy wave that pushes past you.

luther falls through the ceiling in the living room and you stare at him in disbelief- not at him, but at what just happened.

“luther, are you okay?” you ask urgently as you use the table to push yourself up and stabilize as he lies on the ground in dust.

he groans, “oh, i think i swallowed my tongue.” he rasps.

five stands over him, rolling his eyes, “luther, if you swallowed your tongue, you wouldn’t be talking, you big moron.” he holds a hand out to him to help him up, “come on, on your feet.”

“what happened?” you ask out loud, “how the hell did she do that?”

five looks back at you, “she must’ve redirected vanya’s energy wave.”

“yeah, i know, but how?” you repeat your question.

he’s about to answer, but before he can, the bricks of the chimney begin to crumble. “luther, watch out!” he shouts, pushing him out of the way just before they all fall- right on top of him.

“five!” luther calls out to him, dropping to the ground to start pushing away the bricks.

you look with wide eyes, almost not believing what you just saw. five- he just got smushed by a ton of bricks. it feels like you might break down, but you quickly move towards the pile of rubble, falling and ignoring the searing pain in your leg as you begin to help him move everything.

“oh my god,” you breathe out as you frantically push bricks out of the way, feeling tears begin to fall down your face.

you hear what would usually be five blinking into a room, and your head whips around, hoping that he managed to get himself out, but instead, lila is standing there.

luther quickly stands, “what are you?”

she looks at him, “someone who wants to kill your brother.”

“well, that’s understandable.” luther shrugs, “diego can be a lot to handle.”

you look up at him, “she’s talking about five.”

he glances to you, “him too. but, unfortunately,” he looks back at lila, “they’re family, so you’re shit out of luck.”

he goes for a punch, but you’re surprised when she grabs his hand and holds it back with no problem. he struggles against her, “how is this possible?”

she grins, “you’ve got to believe in yourself, big boy.”

a second later she throws him and he crashes through the wall. you can hear allison outside, calling for him. with all your strength, you push yourself off the ground.

when she’s still distracted, looking out of the hole in the wall at allison, you take your chance. you’re weak, you know it. the wound in your leg slowed you down and made it hard to walk much, but you wouldn’t let her win this.

you grab at her waist, arms quickly wrapping around her as you use all of your strength to pull her back and slam her onto the ground. it takes a moment for her to process the quick change in position, and before she can stop it, your flaming fist is flying at her face.

you get a good punch in before she grabs for your wrist, her skin igniting with flames. so she could copy your powers. that explains that giant shock wave and how she threw luther, the biggest guy you knew, through a wall.

“that’s cute.” she laughs devilishly, before all of a sudden she’s the one on top. you groan in pain as you feel the sharp pains in your thigh. “where’s the help of your boyfriend when you need him?” her hand curls around your throat, cutting off the flow of air.

“screw… you…” you breathe out with all that you have left, and the last thing you see is her maniacal grin.

when you come to, the house is empty, and through the hole in the wall, you can see that allison and luther had moved from where they previously were.

you take in deep breaths as you push yourself up from the floor, gritting your teeth at the pain you feel.

you glance around, seeing that the pile of bricks had been disturbed- five wasn’t there anymore. there was the possibility of his safety. you limp out of the house as fast as you can, and you see the rest of the siblings gathered around diego, helping him out from under the tractor you had been hiding behind. when he gets up, he goes for a high five with luther, who is just confused. “team zero!” the man shouts, “yeah, unstoppable!”

you stop beside the group, bending over slightly to press your hand over your wound. “has anyone seen five?” you question, gaze passing over each person.

“i don’t know, he’s around here somewhere.” luther answers as everyone glances around. he looks to diego, “by the way, your ex-girlfriend can blink like five.”

“yeah, that bitch just rumored me so i couldn’t breathe.” allison added.

klaus waves his hand around, “yeah, and destroyed like, half the farm with a shock wave. so unoriginal.”

“if she can do everything we can, then she might as well just be one of us.” vanya shifts her weight.

suddenly, the siblings go quiet as they look around each other, shock written all over their faces. “no.” luther mutters, “no, there’s no way. it can’t be.”

you look up at them, “it’s a reasonable conclusion. there’s me, i’m like you guys. i just… didn’t grow up with you.”

“she’s right, we need to consider that there’s more out there.” vanya nods along.

as they begin to talk about how their dad could be lying, about what she could do and how she could copy your powers, you notice something in the barn.

blue flashes of light.

your eyes widen, tuning the rest of their conversation out as you begin to hobble towards the building, getting in through one of the holes large enough for a small person to fit through. you didn’t have time to use the door, and this way, you could get behind lila.

as you get in, she has her boot on five’s throat, watching him struggle. “doesn’t feel so good, does it?” she mumbles to him.

your eyes darken as you move towards her, seeing red. you hear five rasping, “eat shit and die.”

it’s your perfect moment, as you tackle her. her balance was already off, seeing as she had one of her feet up.

she rolls on the ground as you fall to the side, scrambling to your feet. you were ready for this to be over. “let’s finish this thing.” you breathe out, knowing that five would have to do most of the work here. you would barely be able to move quick enough to fight- you only got lucky with her being distracted both of the times you managed to get her down.

“no,” lila sniffles, looking between the two of you, “you’re going to suffer for what you did.”

five lowers his fists, looking at her in annoyance, “lady, i got no idea what you’re talking about.”

“ronnie and anita gill.”

he shrugs, “mean nothing to me.”

her head tilts to the side, “nineteen ninety-three, east london. you hog-tied them,” she pointed a finger at you, “and you shot them in the head.” she moves it towards five.

you stare at the ground for a moment, before you remember what she’s talking about. “the flower merchants?” you uttered, looking back up at her.

five looks to you, his eyes widening for a moment before he looks back at lila, “they were your parents?”

she nods, “and they never did anything to anyone.” you can see the tears gathering in her eyes, “they didn’t deserve to die like that.”

“you’re right, all right?” five tells her, “we killed them. but we killed a lot of people over the years.”

you gulp, “it was all just a job, all right?” the pain in your leg is starting to become unbearable- but it’s not exactly possible for you to sit down and take a break. “that was never personal. it’s never personal.”

the woman laughs, “‘never personal’, my ass.” she steps towards you, “yeah, i’ve killed. it’s always, always, personal.”

“that’s why you’re not cut out to be an assassin,” her head turns towards five at his words.

she pulls a knife from her boot and you immediately tense, focusing your attention away from your pain as she inches towards the two of you, “bet your life on that?”

you nearly fall as you try to move back, “look, you wanna blame someone?” you ask, her gaze shifting to you as she continues to move towards you, “blame the handler, all right? she faked the kill order.”

“bullshit, i saw the kill order!” her voice raises, “aj carmichael ordered it, and you carried it out.”

five is holding his hand up, trying to keep her from stabbing you guys right then and there. “lila, listen to what i’m telling you, all right?” she stares into his eyes, and you can barely breathe, “the handler gave us the kill order. she came on the job which she’d never done before.”

you take a short breath, “you’re commission.” you state, “you know execs never go on jobs. but that day in london, she was there. ask yourself why.”

the knife lowers, but her deadly gaze never wavers. “don’t try to muddy the waters.”

five shakes his head, “i never realized what she was up to at the time, but now it all makes sense.”

“what?” lila asks the question that you’re thinking. your mind is going into overdrive trying to think of why she would send you that order. until it hits you.

“she never cared about your parents.” five tells her, and it confirms that you’re on the same page, “she was looking for you.”

you can see lila beginning to realize what was actually happening. but she still doesn’t want to believe it as she whispers, “why?”

“because you’re one of us.” diego’s voice cuts through your talking as the rest of five’s family comes into the barn. “the handler stole you, lila.” the knife is back up again, pointed at him as he speaks, “just like our asshole father took all of us.

“no. it’s not the same thing.” she continues to deny the truth that is staring her in the face.

“you’re right.” diego leans forwards, “because he didn’t have our parents murdered.” he holds a hand out in front of him, “listen to me, lila. you were born october first, nineteen eighty-nine. same as all of us.”

“stay back!” she suddenly shouts, causing everyone to jump back. you nearly lose your balance, but luckily five is there to catch your arm.

diego’s voice raises as he tries to calm her back down, but she’s still unbelieving. “i trusted you. i got you a job, i even introduced you to my mother, and then you took off on me.”

“because i needed to save the world!” he argues back, “she’s using you, lila. the handler.”

“you’re wrong.” she pushes, “she raised me. she loves me.”

“yeah, you know what?” luther suddenly speaks up from the side, “love shouldn’t have to hurt this much.”

the line is cringy. it takes everything in you to not make fun of it- but lila doesn’t mind. she fakes a gag, pointing a finger in her mouth.

the big man sighs. “all right, i tried.”

“he’s right.” five says from your side, “we have to kill her.”

“hey! five, stop.” diego quickly holds his hand out, “i got it. hey, lila.” her head whips back around to him, “truth? she’s dangerous. and you’re scared of what she’ll do with all that new power. that’s why you dragged me to the commission.” he is closer to her now, and you think he may have gotten her to understand. “because i know what it’s like to love dangerous people. difference is…” he looks around at all of his siblings, all who also seem to be impacted by his little speech, “they love me back.”

lila backs away, “shut up.”

“the only thing she loves is power.” he continues, “now, the minute she can’t use you, she will turn on you, and deep down, i know you know that.”

her knife is pointed towards his throat. “you don’t know me, diego.” she tells him.

it feels like you’re watching a movie as he inches closer to her, “don’t i? i know that we can be your family. if you just let us.”

a tear finally falls from her eyes as she begins to look around at the others, who give small smiles and nods. she looks to him, and before she can say anything- gunshots.

your head darts towards the doors- but it’s too late. the last thing you feel is the sting of bullets entering your body before you fall to the floor.

and then everything’s black.

“i know that we can be your family. if you just let us.” as diego speaks, you notice that five suddenly isn’t at your side anymore.

you see him blink by the door, seeming shocked as he pats his body. he looks to the entrance and your gaze follows before your eyes widen, seeing the handler with a gun walking in.

before she can pull the trigger, five grabs her arm, bringing it behind her before being able to pull the weapon from her hand.

her hands are up in the air as he points it at her. “it’s true, isn’t it? what five said.” lila asks as she looks at her ‘mother’. the handler glances to her, but doesn’t say a word. “answer me!” she yells, “is it true?”

there’s a moment of quiet, before she opens her mouth. “well-”\

before she can say anything to worm her way out of this, to manipulate the woman, there are suddenly bullets pelting through her.

she grunts as her knees hit the ground, and she looks up on final time before falling onto her side, blood spilling from her mouth.

you see behind her the one remaining swede.

in the silence, lila begins to move, and luther lunges forward. “the case!”

before he can get to her, diego steps in front of him, tumbling to the ground with the big guy as lila grabs the briefcase the handler dropped and blinked away.

the silence returns as five cocks the gun he holds, standing in front of the swede. everyone looks to the two standing off against each other.

slowly, five lets go of the gun. you feel your breath catch in your throat. “enough.” he says as it clatters to the ground.

the blonde man is silent for a few beats, and you feel like your heart might pound out of your chest. after a few seconds, he says something you don’t understand before dropping his gun as well.

he slowly backs up a few steps before turning on his heel and taking his leave.

“oh my god.” you breathe out, feeling like everything came rushing back to you as you limp forward. it takes you a bit, but you get to five, wrapping an arm around him to stabilize yourself. he looks at you, and you can see the relief that flooded over him.

“who the hell was that guy?” klaus motions to the door, before everyone hears sissy calling out from below.

your head turns as everyone rushes towards the old, wooden stairs, and you sigh. before you can try to move on your own, five puts his arm around your waist, allowing you to lean on him. “i got you.” he whispers.

for the millionth annoying time, you feel a flutter in your heart, but you ignore it as you whisper back a thanks.

he helps you down the stairs as vanya pushes past the swirling energy around harlan, speaking to him frantically. “whatever it is i gave you, i can take it back, okay?”

the rest of you watch as she takes a breath and you see an orange glow on her hands as she places them on harlan.

after what feels like forever, the energy surrounding him disappears, leaving a silence that overwhelms you.

everyone looks at the little boy, not knowing what to expect- but expecting it. he looks around at all of you, before his mom stumbles towards him, wrapping her arms around him.

five helps you limp towards herb and dot as they meet you halfway, stepping over the dead bodies of agents.

“herb, dot.” five greets.

diego is a little more friendly, saying “sup, herbie?” and then they have some sort of elaborate handshake… when did that happen?

once they’re done, the short man looks between you all, “i can’t believe it.” he states, “is she..?” he swipes a gloved hand across his neck.

“really dead this time?” you finish his sentence.

“oh yeah.” diego answers.

“now that the handler’s gone,” five speaks, “what happens at the commission?”

herb seems to be nervous to tell you all- and you start to think it might be bad news. after encouragement from dot, he finally tells you, “we need to elect a new board of directors.” that was your doing, “but, until then, i… uhm… i’ve been voted in as acting chairperson.”

his smile is huge as dot claps beside him. “no shit,” diego nods his head, “congrats, herbie. that’s huge.”

“i’m so goddamn nervous!”

“you’ll do fine.” you tell him, the hint of a smile on your face- but it’s more of a grimace.

he thanks you, and there’s only a second of quiet before five breaks it. “herb, we need a favor.” he nods, telling him he could offer anything, “a briefcase. to get back home, where we belong.”

it had been such an eventful… hour, or so? that you forgot entirely that you weren’t in your time. herb points a finger at him, clicking his tongue as he and dot slowly turn to look at their dead colleagues. he motions around at all the briefcases stranded on the ground, “take your pick.”

the sun had set. everyone had said their goodbyes- allison left raymond a note, luther tried to call jack ruby but had no answer. vanya said goodbye to sissy before the mother drove off with her son, going god knows where.

and you limped out to the back porch after calling the diner you called home for a while, dropping onto the steps next to five. they had asked where you went, why you were known as a hostage on the news, if it had to do with ‘that boy who stole you away from us.’

you couldn’t explain much, but you told them that you loved them and would miss them. it wasn’t a lie. you knew that you would think of them, always.

five gently grabs your hand, pulling you out of your thoughts as your head turns to him. there’s the smallest smile on his face. “we saved the world.”

hearing those words- man, you never thought you’d hear those words. it brings a smile to your face. this time, everything you did was for a reason. you failed so many times to get back to your time, back home, but it wasn’t going to end the way it did last time. the world will be kept in one piece.

you lace your fingers with his, “we saved the world.” you repeat, almost inaudible. “that is- if the other one isn’t back on when we get back.” you chuckle softly, but it’s a bit nervous. what if that did happen? god, you don’t know if you’d be able to handle that.

“let’s hope it’s not.” he sighs, his thumb soothingly rubbing circles on your hand. “i’ve been thinking about what- well, everyone’s been saying.” he tells you after a moment.

many things rush through your mind about what he could mean, but you won’t jump to conclusions. “they’ve been saying a lot.” you chuckle.

“about us.”

“oh.” your gaze drops to the ground, and yeah- they’ve said a lot about the two of you. “yeah, they’re a bit-”

“-i like you.” he interrupts, “more than a partners saving the world way.”

your face begins to warm in the chilly air as you smile at the ground. “that’s not normally how people say it.”

he chuckles, “well, it’s what applies to us.” he softly pushes your chin up so your eyes meet again. “you don’t have to feel the same-”

before he can even think any longer about not feeling the same- my god, how long you’ve felt that way- you lean in to catch his lips in yours. it’s quick, but it’s enough for your heart to basically jump out of your throat. “god, hargreeves, of course i feel the same.”

your mind falls back to your night at gritty’s- the night you took out many of the commission’s men after they interrupted your confession. but then, you thought the feeling was old. you thought that after being away from him for forty-something years, they were gone. these past weeks have proved you wrong- so wrong.

“well that’s good.” he smiles, “it would be weird for you to kiss me if you didn’t feel the same.”

you slap his arm lightly, “quit being annoying.”

“all right, fine.” he laughs, “only if you kiss me again, though.”

rolling your eyes, you lean in once again- your lips only ghost over his before- “called it!” klaus’ voice cuts into your sweet moment.

looking at him with a glare, five sighs, “klaus, what are you doing?”

“telling you that we’re ready to leave.” he points his thumb behind him.

you sigh, “all right. let’s go.”

it’s a bit rough for you to push yourself up from the stairs, but five is quick to help you up and wrap your arm around his shoulder. you guys make your way through the house, the others following behind you.

“guys, these two lovebirds finally kissed!” klaus claps his hands together.

“klaus, are you kidding me?” you glare back at him as five fiddles with the controls on the briefcase.

he tries to look all innocent, “i mean, you did. i saw it!”

you can see the rest of the siblings grinning and you ignore it, turning your head towards the briefcase to focus on that instead.

“okay, everyone ready?” five questions, ignoring everything that klaus had said. it became a second nature for him.

everyone gathers around, “yeah, let’s do it.” luther answers.

“okay.”

everyone grabs onto each other’s hands, looking around at each other, ready for what comes next.

“wait!” everyone looks at klaus, who stands there for a moment before running out of the circle to grab one of those cowboy hats that rested on the porch.

diego leans towards five as the man runs back, putting the hat on. “fifty bucks if you leave him.”

he runs his fingers over the rim of the hat before joining hands with luther and vanya.

you close your eyes as five activates the case, blue energy surrounding you before you disappear from the farm, reappearing in the umbrella academy. everyone stumbles back, and since they’re not use to the effects of time and spacial travel, they have to take a moment to gather themselves.

“wh-what day is it?” luther points to a newspaper on the table and you lean forward grabbing it. “april second, twenty-nineteen.” probably the biggest smile you’ve had in years appears on your face, “the day after the apocalypse.”

“wait, so we stopped it.” allison looks around.

vanya looks at her in surprise, “oh my god, so it’s over?”

“did we…” klaus whimpers, rubbing his head, “actually succeed at something? that’s incredible!”

everyone laughs, and you look at five. “we actually did it.” you say, only loud enough for him to hear as everyone celebrates, talking about drinks.

“we did.” five smiles, and this time, without caring about his family seeing, he kisses you.

you’ve never been happier.

wow i made them kiss, about damn time

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