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[n5]

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! ]

Comments

3-ish

[garb4ge]

It's no secret that Klaus doesn't exactly keep regular hours either, given his own propensity for sleeping in two or three hour spurts at most -- and in fact, that's what brings him into his room this afternoon. He drops onto the edge of the bed and makes what amounts to a very undignified sort of squeak when he realizes he's almost sat directly on Five, who has burrowed himself like some sort of invasive rodent into the nest of clothes, blankets, and feather boas that Klaus has strewn over his bed.

He clamps his hand over his mouth as soon as he realizes he's made the noise, though -- mostly because Five probably does need the rest, given how ill he's been, and he should at least try not to interrupt him...even if he too needs the rest.

3 bc why not

[ouiking_ouija]

Checking the bed for a stray Five before throwing himself across it was something that Klaus had learned to do after only the second time he'd almost landed on top of his now-technically-oldest brother. Really as far as Klaus was concerned given how infrequently he used the bed himself -instead napping on other furniture and never the same place twice in an effort to keep the unquiet dead from finding him right away- he figured that if Five was there first, he was welcome to it and Klaus went to find somewhere else to nap.

But at that particular moment he wanted an actual bed so that he could actually stretch out and maybe use his own pillow for once and the fact that Five was already there wasn't even a hiccup, given as how Five was wedged far enough back that he was practically between the mattress and the wall. Something that Klaus figured was to prevent anyone from sneaking up on him, which made a twinge of some kind of emotion tug in his chest, though it was gone again just as quickly and he dropped himself down to sit on the edge of the bed, yanking his shoes off before flopping himself over more or less the right way around and throwing an arm over his eyes to block out the light.

2

[the_horror]

He had been so grateful to Five bringing him back, and it was taking him a few days to get 'living' under control. Five had passed out, nose bleeding when they made it back. Ben felt frantic. Why would he do that! It could have waited. It wasn't worth Five getting hurt!

He stressed, feeling week and tired once returned. He let others hold him back as they took Five to be cared for. And he hugged everyone of his siblings before he ended up passing out as well.

Days later, he had gone to make food for himself and for Five. Something small. He knew the other was still out of it and hadn't eaten. He walked to the dorm floor, looking to see if Five was in his room, or anyone else. That was when he heard the sneeze and then the slick squeak of someone falling in the bath tub. He moved that way, going into the bathroom to see Five there, looking like he was going to sneeze again.

"You okay?" he asked, sitting the plate of sandwiches down. And just as he went to go check on his brother in the tub, he sneezed again and was gone. Ben looked startled, looking around for him.

That was when he heard the faint alarmed shriek from the main hall. He staggered out of the bathroom and down a hall, headed for the main hall. "Five?!" he called, looking around. He was right under him, turning in a circle, lost looking as he couldn't find the other.

1

[throwsknives]

It'd been one hell of a ride, but somehow despite getting some innocent people killed along the way, they'd made it out alive. Diego grins, looking around at his siblings and letting something like hope settle in his chest for a second before Five suddenly falls.

He moves to catch him, but he's not quite fast enough, only managing to grab the back of his jacket before he slams his head down on the ground. Diego curses and sets him down the rest of the way as gently as he can. He pats his face roughly.

"Come on, Five," he says, concerned by the blood leaking out of his nose.

2

[channellings]

Klaus has grown used to the tell-tale sound of Five's spatial jumps. When he begins hearing them all throughout the house (on the days he's actually sober enough to do so), he sometimes tries following the noise, attempting to catch his brother in whatever he seems to be doing, but he's never quite fast enough.

So far, he's run into rooms and seen random items-- things from the kitchen counters on the floor, broken bottles, scattered hygienic products. What the hell is Five up to with these random jumps and why's he throwing shit all over the floor?

His answer comes in the form of a high-pitched scream that he wastes no time running toward, rounding corners and stumbling down stairs, until he comes across— Number Five clutching the chandelier. Klaus leans over the bannister, eyes narrowing and head tilting. Okay, he knows he's maybe coming down from something, but that is literally his brother hanging from the ceiling.

"What. The fuck. Are you doing?" Such eloquence, and so very observant. He bends further over the railing, like it'll help him see better, even if he can only tell that Five looks a little flushed. "Have you lost your damn mind?"

[bestfuneralever]

Food. Food is necessary for survival, and if he's going to do this 'being sober' bullshit, Klaus is going to need to eat more of it. You know, since he'll actually have an appetite to speak of. Which is why he's headed to the kitchen just now. Of all the things, both expected and unexpected, that Klaus might think he'd find there, he has to say, Five on top of the fridge is definitely not in the ballpark of thoughts. He blinks and stands in the doorway, staring for a moment, trying to decide if this is real, or just another side-effect of detox. "What the fuck're you doin' up there?" He asks through the laugh that bubbles up from the back of his throat.

#3

[obediences]

After Five rescued them all, it was hard to forget how much they owed him, for plucking them safely away from the apocalypse. Luther had a tendency to treat Five with kid gloves anyhow; he had trouble seeing past the boyish facade despite all Five's cutting wit (just as sharp and exasperated as it had always been, even moreso with forty years appended). Luther tiptoed around him, let him rest, and treated him gently. With gratitude. It was like looking after a sickly sibling, except Five was suffering from some sort of... inexplicable extra-dimensional flu, having pushed his abilities too far.

So when Luther entered his bedroom and saw the boy(slash-man) asleep in his bed, Luther simply let him doze safely. He turned his attention to the bookshelves instead, and did some quiet reading at his desk, the shades drawn against the sunlight and a small desk lamp lit instead. He was good at whiling away the time by himself. The two of them had the most experience with it, after all.

Eventually, there was a creak of the floorboards: Grace poking her head in at the doorway, carrying a tray with some plain buttered toast and a mug of soothing honeyed tea.

"Hello, boys! I thought Five might like something for his throat?"

Luther looked up from the jigsaw puzzle he'd been working on, glanced over to crumpled form as Five stirred. "How are you feeling?"