The Space Between Us (S1) || Five Hargreeves x Reader

☕️ Chapter Nine ☕️

"Like I explained to your son and daughter earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you." The man we threatened earlier informs.

We're now back at MeriTech again and believe it or not, they actually believe that Klaus is our dad. He even told them his ridiculous cover story. A real surprise was that he actually remembered his own story.

Five slams his hands down on the desk and leans toward the guy. "Well, we can't get consent, if you don't give us a name."

I grab the back of his blazer and pull him back. "Don't get so aggressive already. Calm down." I whisper.

"It's not my fault when the man in front of us is being a complete asshole!" He replies, obviously not caring for the man to hear.

"Well, that's not my problem." The man answers smugly. "Sorry. Now, there's nothing more I can do, so-"

"What about...my consent?" Klaus interrupts him.

Five and I glance at each then continue to watch Klaus to see where this is going to go. Does Klaus actually have a plan? I don't know, since his thoughts are way too jumbled right now.

"Excuse me?" The man asks.

Klaus starts to cry, but anyone smart could easily tell it's fake. "Who gave you permission...to lay your hands...on my son and adorably sweet daughter?"

The other three of us look at Klaus simultaneously. "What?!"

"You heard me." Klaus retorts.

The man glances at Five and I. "I didn't touch your kids. As a matter of fact, your son-"

"Oh, really?" Klaus interrupts again. "Well then...how did he get that swollen lip and how did she get that bloody nose?"

"They don't-" The man starts, but Klaus abruptly stands up, punches Five in the lip, then punches me in the nose.

Five and I both inhale sharply, since we're now in pain, and hold the spots we were just punched.

Blood was already seeping from my nose, some getting on my shirt. Great. I have to change shirts again. Anyway, I hold my hand under my nose, so any dripping blood will just land in my hand, even though I should just let it hit the damn floor.

"I want it. Name, please. Now." Klaus demands.

"You're...you're a sick bastard." The man stammers.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Klaus shake his head. "You have no idea..."

Then, he looks down at the desk and picks up a snow globe. "'Peace on Earth.' That's so sweet." He proceeds to smashes it against his forehead and starts groaning. "God! That hurt!"

"Then why the hell did you do it?!" I groan loudly, since my nose is still in misery.

Five reaches over to the tissue box, after paying attention to the state that I'm in and grabs a tissue. Then, he disappears, reappearing in front of me.

I take the tissue and hold it up to my nose. "Thanks."

He hums with a short nod and wipes some blood off his lip.

The man picks the phone up off the hook. "I'm calling secur-"

Klaus rips the phone out of his hands and holds it up to his own ear and gasps loudly. "There's been an assault in Mr. Big's office! We need security now! Schnell!"

He throws the phone on the table. "Now...here's what's going to happen, Grant."

"It's...Lance." The man corrects.