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

☕️ Chapter Twenty ☕️

 ~ Five's POV ~

I woke up in my bed, meaning Y/n, Allison, and Diego must've brought me here after I passed out and also took the shrapnel out of my side, which feels a lot better now.

I get out of bed and look in Y/n's bedroom, only to find that she's not there. Then I go look in the others bedrooms and don't find them either. So, I go downstairs and hear talking from in the kitchen.

Thinking they might be there, I walk into the kitchen only to find Luther and Klaus. Klaus pours Luther a cup of coffee and right before Luther takes a sip, I take the cup out of his hands and sit down beside him.

I take a sip and immediately grimace. "Jesus! Who do I have to kill to get a decent cup of coffee?!"

"Five!" Klaus exclaims. "Just in time! I was about to begin a little meeting."

"Can we get this started, please?" Luther asks in a groggy tone.

"Have either of you seen any of the others?" Klaus asks. "Diego? Allison? Y/n? No?"

"They were with me yesterday, but then I passed out and I have no idea where they are now." I answer.

"Alright then. This is the closest thing to a quorum..." He picks up a spatula and hits it against a plate. "...we're going to get. Now, listen up. There's no easy way to say this, so, I'm just going to spit it out." He hesitates. "Yeah..."

"Could you hurry this meeting up?" I ask. "I have stuff I need to do. I've got people to find."

"Klaus, what is it?" Luther asks.

He hits the spatula against his hand. "I conjured Dad last night!"

It goes quiet. I can't trust that he's actually conjured Dad, since he may just be high. 

Luther looks at me, then back at Klaus. "You said you hadn't been able to conjure anyone in years."

"Ah yes, but I'm sober. Ta-da!" He waves his hands. "I got clean yesterday and talked to someone special, then ended up having this, uh, conversation with dear old daddy himself."

"Has anyone got some aspirin?" Luther asks, getting out of his seat.

"Top shelf, next to the crackers." I reply, taking another sip of the terrible coffee.

"Hey, hey, hey! This is serious, guys. Alright?" Klaus remarks, making Luther sigh. "This really happened. I swear."

I place the cup down on the table. "Ok, fine. I'll play. What did the old man have to say?"

"Well, he gave me the usual lecture about my appearance and my failures in life." He explains. "Yada, yada, yada. No surprise there. Even the afterlife couldn't soften his damn heart, right? He did however mention something about his murder, or lack thereof, because..." He does a drumroll against the table. "He killed himself!"

Luther drops his fist on the table. "I don't have time for your games, Klaus."

Klaus points at him. "I'm telling you the truth, Luther. I'm telling you the truth."

I'm a little confused as to if I should believe him or not. "Tell us...why'd he do it then?"

"He says it was the only way to get us all home again." Klaus answers.

Luther stands up. "Dad wouldn't kill himself."

"Ah, you said it yourself. He was depressed." I take a small sip of the coffee. "Holed up in his office and room all day and night."

"There wasn't any signs." Luther replies. "Suicidal people exhibit certain tendencies, strange behaviors."

"Like sending someone to the moon for no reason?" Klaus throws out a suggestion.