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

☕️ Chapter Seventeen ☕️

The Handler finishes slurping up her drink, which she was drinking in a disgusting way because of how loud she was drinking it. "And that's how Phil determined that the archduke just had to go."

She looks at both of us with a raised eyebrow. "Care for dessert?"

We've literally spent our entire lunch with The Handler telling us a story of a certain archduke's assassination. Very boring and gruesome, if you ask me.

Five places his glass on the desk. "I had a bad Twinkie in the apocalypse once. It kind of put me off of desserts."

She looks at me. "And you? Surely you haven't had a bad Twinkie too."

I shake my head. "No. I still don't want any though."

'Well, not from you, anyways.' I mentally add.

"Oh, please." She pushes the bowl of candies closer to us. "Indulge me."

We both reluctantly grab a piece and start chewing them, while she begins to smoke a cigarette. "Tell me...what do they taste like?"

This candy tastes so old, but...it's really good? I mean, I can't even explain what it tastes like, but it's making my tastebuds go crazy. It's a really wild tasting candy.

"It's tastes odd and unique..." I reply, while Five replies. "The 1950's?"

"Precisely right." She whispers.

"Huh? What?" I ask. "How can you taste the 1950's?"

She leans toward us. "Well, our clever metaphysics division concocted a way to perfectly distill an entire decade into a single candy. This one's modeled after the Fudge Mutt, America's favorite in 1955."

"Remarkable..." Five and I mutter in unison.

"You'll both be very happy to know that's the very division building your new bodies. Oh, that reminds me! I have something for the both of you." She presses a button on an intercom. "Carla, will you the bring the boxes in?"

'Certainly.' The woman, Carla, replies and almost immediately, I hear footsteps coming towards the door. Soon, she brings in two boxes and sets them down in front of Five and I.

The Handler walks around her desk and stands behind us. "Go ahead...open them."

I raise an eyebrow at the box and lift the lid off of it and find a suit that looks similar to the ones Hazel and Cha-Cha were wearing.

"Clothes make the man and/or woman. Won't it be nice when you two can actually wear these?" She questions.

"Why the hell are you teasing us?" I ask, looking back at her.

She runs her finger down my cheek. "Calm down, sweetheart. I'm not teasing you. It'll be very soon, I promise. They're perfecting your bodies, as we speak."

"Thank you." Five nods at her. "It's a very kind gift."

I put the lid back on the box. "At least it'll be better than wearing these stupid things..." I gesture to our uniforms.

She walks back over to my side and lightly pinches my cheek, making me shiver slightly. "I think you both look adorable in those uniforms."

"Don't touch her." Five growls.

"Ooo! Possessive, I see." The Handler coos. "She really is your favorite, huh?"

I roll my eyes. "Of course I'm his favorite. All our other siblings, they just...they just don't get along with him like I do..."

"Oh?" She raises an eyebrow, interested. "You mean like-"

"Is that a Chinese flamethrower?" Five asks, thankfully, cutting her off. Once she looks over at the flamethrower, I finally use the sleeve of my blazer to wipe my cheek off while she's not looking.