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1- We're canceling the apocalypse
The world ended.
Twice.
And both times, that wasn't quite right with Five Hargreeves. So he got back in time to change it, taking his family with him. They were, after all, the ones to blame for the long list of mistakes that culminated in their sister blowing up the moon. If Vanya was the bomb and Harold Jenkins was the fuse, Reginald Hargreaves was without a doubt the maker of the explosive. They had to do better this time and they had to do it together.
Time traveling was a messy business, more so when you were doing it in a rush and without the proper calculations. But they made it back in time to the morning of their father's funeral, in one piece against all odds, and after some trouble, their brother Ben was back with them.
His family was alive, hurt but whole.
Five gave a small smile before his eyes rolled back into his head and he promptly passed out from the effort, nose bleeding.
2 - (You Give Me) Fever, In the morning child, Fever all through the night
A few days later, the pain in his body had yet to subside and Five wondered if it could be a permanent effect of time traveling. You could only gamble with time so much until it started getting pissed off at you. His family was still dealing with the last week's events, either mourning, keeping to themselves or thinking about the future, but everything was relatively stress-free.
For the past 40 years, Five has never lived a single day that wasn't pressure-packed. And now, his body has decided that ey, this would be the perfect moment to crash. Bright lights made his eyes burn and increased his headaches, his throat hurt so much that he had stopped eating, his cheeks were constantly flushed and he felt hot a minute and freezing the next.
But the worse of all was that he sneezed.
Actually, the worst of all was that the sneezing made him space jump without intent or control. So far he had accidentally teleported himself to the basement, atop the kitchen's fridge, to the bar -knocking several bottles in the process-, to their mother's lap while she was sitting in front of the paintings, and into the bathtub.
The alarmed and frustrated shriek that Five gave out could be heard all around the house after a sneeze had teleported him to the chandelier, leaving him holding onto it for dear life several feet above the ground.
3- Another One Bites The Dust
When tiredness got too much or he had accidentally teleported himself somewhere, Five gave up and slept. Never in his room, if he could avoid it. He hadn't used it for decades and it was a reminder of the life he had lost, filled with books and toys and memories of a lost innocence that felt unpleasant.
Vanya's room was spartan and clean in all ways Klaus' wasn't but both reflected their owners and brought Five a sense of comfort, familiarity. Allison's bed was the comfiest, a soft mattress and softer pillows, while Luther had the biggest one. Five liked to curl into a ball in the middle of it and let himself feel small for once.
Diego and Ben's rooms hadn't been used in some time but Grace made sure to keep them both clean and they had signs of his sibling's personalities all over the place. A peaceful sleep still didn't come easy, though, with the fever only making his usual nightmares worse.
4- Wildcard
[ Do you want Five anywhere? Feel free to write your own starter, I'll adapt! ]
The world ended.
Twice.
And both times, that wasn't quite right with Five Hargreeves. So he got back in time to change it, taking his family with him. They were, after all, the ones to blame for the long list of mistakes that culminated in their sister blowing up the moon. If Vanya was the bomb and Harold Jenkins was the fuse, Reginald Hargreaves was without a doubt the maker of the explosive. They had to do better this time and they had to do it together.
Time traveling was a messy business, more so when you were doing it in a rush and without the proper calculations. But they made it back in time to the morning of their father's funeral, in one piece against all odds, and after some trouble, their brother Ben was back with them.
His family was alive, hurt but whole.
Five gave a small smile before his eyes rolled back into his head and he promptly passed out from the effort, nose bleeding.
2 - (You Give Me) Fever, In the morning child, Fever all through the night
A few days later, the pain in his body had yet to subside and Five wondered if it could be a permanent effect of time traveling. You could only gamble with time so much until it started getting pissed off at you. His family was still dealing with the last week's events, either mourning, keeping to themselves or thinking about the future, but everything was relatively stress-free.
For the past 40 years, Five has never lived a single day that wasn't pressure-packed. And now, his body has decided that ey, this would be the perfect moment to crash. Bright lights made his eyes burn and increased his headaches, his throat hurt so much that he had stopped eating, his cheeks were constantly flushed and he felt hot a minute and freezing the next.
But the worse of all was that he sneezed.
Actually, the worst of all was that the sneezing made him space jump without intent or control. So far he had accidentally teleported himself to the basement, atop the kitchen's fridge, to the bar -knocking several bottles in the process-, to their mother's lap while she was sitting in front of the paintings, and into the bathtub.
The alarmed and frustrated shriek that Five gave out could be heard all around the house after a sneeze had teleported him to the chandelier, leaving him holding onto it for dear life several feet above the ground.
3- Another One Bites The Dust
When tiredness got too much or he had accidentally teleported himself somewhere, Five gave up and slept. Never in his room, if he could avoid it. He hadn't used it for decades and it was a reminder of the life he had lost, filled with books and toys and memories of a lost innocence that felt unpleasant.
Vanya's room was spartan and clean in all ways Klaus' wasn't but both reflected their owners and brought Five a sense of comfort, familiarity. Allison's bed was the comfiest, a soft mattress and softer pillows, while Luther had the biggest one. Five liked to curl into a ball in the middle of it and let himself feel small for once.
Diego and Ben's rooms hadn't been used in some time but Grace made sure to keep them both clean and they had signs of his sibling's personalities all over the place. A peaceful sleep still didn't come easy, though, with the fever only making his usual nightmares worse.
4- Wildcard
[ Do you want Five anywhere? Feel free to write your own starter, I'll adapt! ]
~♥
Klaus was right in his assumption about Five's sleeping habits. On an average day he was also a light sleeper but this whole week was like an ongoing nightmare and when his body crashed, it crashed hard. He didn't react while Klaus made himself comfortable on the bed, yet when the mattress dipped under the extra weight, Five shifted. He was shivering slightly and now that there was an extra heat source next to him? Yeah, even subconsciously he was going to press himself against Klaus side.
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He managed to get it more or less spread over him, though didn't tuck the edges in for fear of waking Five up when he clearly needed the sleep. That done, however, debated for another moment whether or not to roll over onto his back again, but decided against it, figuring that less jostling would be better, and just settled in to see if he could get any sleep before one of the ghosts decided he'd had enough.
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There's a small, almost unnoticeable content sound coming out of his lips once the knit wrap is covering him and after a little while he stops shivering. After that, there's no further shifting and it looks like they can both get some much-needed rest. Five can't tell how much time passes, could be a few minutes, could be almost an hour, but when he turns on his sleep his right arms connects with something. It's harder than the clothes and blankets he buried himself under and his brain realizes something's not right as he blinks slowly. Someone's in the bed with him.
His eyes, only minutes ago foggy with sleep and disorientation, snap open. He pulls himself away from the other in an alarmed rush, back hitting the wall and making him hiss in pain and curse under his breath.
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As it was, however, he drifted off to sleep easily, which was something of a surprise, and it was a pleasantly uninterrupted nap. At least until the sudden interruption of movement and the thud of a body against the wall, which was enough to have him moving before he was actually fully awake himself, and his instinct -as it often had been recently- was to protect Five. Which meant that he rolled to his feet to put himself between where he'd last seen Five and whatever might be incoming.
Except that nothing did. Which was when he blinked blearily, turning to regard his brother, "Five? You, uh, okay?"
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'Do I look okay!?' Five wanted to growl back but he was too busy holding his head and murmuring a trail of soft. Ow, ow, ow... There was a persistent throbbing pain behind his eyes as if someone were taking a jackhammer to his brain.
When he looked up, he finally took notice of how close was his brother, as if he tried to shield him about someone or something. Blinking a few times to clear his head, Fives eyes left Klaus to look around the room and... there were far too many things everywhere for this to be his bedroom. Shit.
"I'm fine." It didn't sound sincere even to his ears but Five was trying to save face even as embarrassment colored his cheeks a deeper red. "You should have woken me up sooner, I'll go."
'And then we will never speak of this again', was not said but implied.
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Which given the way Five reacted -as if he had the kind of migraine that made gravity seem wrong- was probably exactly why he was there in the first place. His brow creased a little as he regarded Five with concern, "Headache? No more nosebleeds, though?"
They were all concerned for Five after what he'd put himself through to save them after all, it was just that he was slippery enough to avoid most of it and Klaus figured he'd probably be making an escape soon, but hopefully Klaus could get some medication into him first.
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It got like that for him too after so many years being the only one traveling the earth. While it was a blessing to see people alive and thriving, hearing conversations and music everything could be just too much for his senses. It's not surprising that Klaus, now dealing with withdrawal, feels like that too.
"Not anymore, no." Five voice softens, the closet he can get to sounding apologetic. He's taking Klaus space, he knows, and his brother would have all the right to want him gone but somehow he doesn't. "Does your head hurt too?"
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He did, however, shift forward to drag a zippered canvas bag with a stamped 'emergency preparedness kit' logo on it, unzipping it to sort through the contents before handing Five two pill bottles, "Painkiller and a caffeine pill, you'll want two of the first one and half of the second, that way you won't actually stay awake, but it'll help the painkiller work faster." He had carefully and meticulously removed any and all of the remaining illicit substances from his room, but he'd kept anything that might have a practical use.
"And if it's been a while since you ate, you should probably eat something, otherwise you'll just get queasy." That one he knew from experience, and while he knew Five didn't like people -namely any of the rest of them- trying to take care of him, and so he hoped that just offering instead of insisting would actually work.
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Taking the pills with a slightly shaky hand, Five gives a brief nod. His eyes go to the kit and he's relieved to see that everything is there is suitable for all audiences, so to speak.
"Thank you, Klaus." Contrary to popular belief, Five is capable to show gratitude and be polite. He might not like being seen that a kid but Klaus handled his youthful look better than most. "I've gone longer without food, trust me. If I ate anything now I'll be seeing it a few minutes later."
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There was a small smile at the thanks, followed by a shallow shrug, "Just because you're an insufferable know-it-all doesn't mean I'm just going to let you suffer." There was no real bite in the insult, in fact it bordered on being a term of endearment. At the mention of food making a return trip, he fished another pill bottle out of the pouch to offer it over as well: "Anti-nausea. Because you really should eat something with those, even if it's just toast or something light and bland."
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"Ah..." Now, those pills really sounded like a Gdsend and they distracted him from their previous conversation.
It was sweet of Klaus to care and he had no idea how to react to such thing. God, he will be happy if the stomach cramps he's been getting all day turn into something more manageable. After another 'thanks' an a gulp of water, the new pill was gone and Five eyed the door with something like dreadful resignation.
"I'll go to the kitchen to grab some toast then. It's better if I don't jump." He's too sick and who knows where he can end, he doesn't want to risk it.
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That and he had to get another glass of water, since Five had finished the one he kept next to the bed, and he should probably eat something himself while he was at it, since he couldn't even remember if he'd had breakfast, which, if he hadn't, might account for the fact that he needed to sleep like he had instead of just napping wherever was convenient like he usually did.
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"Thank you." He was saying that a lot today, uh? Another clear sign that he wasn't fully feeling like his usual self. But no one had looked after him since they were kids and it meant a lot to him.
There was a high chance that while Klaus was gone, Five borrowed again under as many covers and clothes as he could find and dozed off again. However, he made a point of staying close to the wall and felt enough space for Klaus to lie down once he came back.
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He did definitely move out of smacking range once he'd said it, smiling crookedly and heading down to the kitchen to make toast. He also made a mug of chamomile and peppermint tea, since that would be good hot or cold, and could be used to take another dose of whatever Five needed after his nap.
It didn't take him more than about ten or fifteen minutes to get to the kitchen, make the toast and tea and return, nudging the door open with a shoulder, plate of toast triangles in one hand and mug of tea in the other, "I'm baaack."
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"Yay." The reply is flat an without an ounce of actual cheerfulness but Five does give Klaus a snicker. He's shivering less despite the red flush of his cheekbones seems to be forever present.
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He couldn't help but grin at the response to his return, setting the mug carefully on the dresser and offering over the plate of toast, "Probably easier to eat if you're kind of upright, but if you want to have a go at it still laying down I won't stop you."
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Five stared at the toast with some apprehension, as if ti had personally offended his mother. His stomach still felt weird and he didn't want to make a mess if he suddenly got sick. Maybe he would have time to teleport to the bathroom if that happened. With a long-suffering sigh that made it clear he was humoring Klaus, but without further protests which made it more obvious he appreciated the food in some way, he sat up on the bed. Immediately, a full body shudder rippled it's way through his body, ugh.
"L-lets get this over with." He grabbed the smallest piece among the toast triangles, leaving the others for Klaus "When was the last time you ate?"
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He plopped himself down facing the opposite direction, leaning against the foot of the bed, one leg curled up underneath him and the other hanging off the side of the bed, foot swinging idly, "Can't remember." He said around his mouthful of toast, just in case the shrug hadn't been answer enough.
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"Why? We have plenty of food in the house." And to him, who had to go to great lengths to make sure he found anything to fill his stomach while in the future, not eating regularly when you have the chance it was such a wild concept to understand. Unless...
"Does your stomach hurt too? Cramps?" He was aware those were some of the symptoms of withdrawal. "Maybe we could ask mom to make some soup."
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'Busy' in Klaus' case could mean any number of things, though this time it mostly meant trying to figure out what some of the louder, more insistent ghosts wanted and how he could help them with it, just in case helping them actually made them go away, and tests so far were inconclusive, and then multiple failed attempts at getting a nap.
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"It happens, I..." Five stopped again, nose scrunching up and eyes widening. Oh, no. Not now. His free hand flew to his face to pinch his nose but he was too slow.
The boy sneezed and space jumped out of view.
Only to re-appear a second later, on Klaus's lap, with a small shriek of frustration.
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What he said, once he'd actually managed to chew some of that bite of toast was: "Shorter range, maybe you're getting better." Or maybe it had been a fluke, but he was trying to be optimistic about it.
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He didn't pull away from the arm saving him from a fall, grateful for that. He looks over his shoulder at Klaus, eyes glassy and voice filled with the kind of borderline frustration that made it sound as if he was about to cry.
"I just want this shit to be over already. Knock me unconscious." Best plan, right?
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He did prefer having the individual dosages of each thing just in case he didn't need everything that was in the cold-and-flu tablets, but it couldn't hurt to have some on hand just in case.
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"Please." He reached for the tea as Klaus suggested, holding it with both hands carefully just in case he sneezed again and they had an accident. Is the last thing they needed. "We can go shopping once we had some rest. Maybe we should take Vanya to an Otolaryngologist, I'm not sure if his right ear took much damage after the gun went off so near it."
Both Klaus and him know how much gunfire close to you sucked. Five didn't had to go into specifics as to why, he had seen Klaus cover his ears at loud noises often enough.