Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 94

IT DIDN'T TAKE long for the Umbrella Academy to fully regain their consciousness. When they did, they got conscious enough to dwell in defeat around Diego's disaster he calls his van.

Y/N sat on the side step with a pounding headache, just like the e rest of them. Trying to summon an ice pack would only make it worse for her, especially when she didn't exactly know the ropes behind her new power. The best she could do was to occasionally squeeze her eyes shut.

"So Jean and Gene are that serious, huh," she quietly said to Five. He stood next to her, leaning on the passenger door after getting out of the van.

"About what?" Replied Five.

"The Cleanse." Y/N answered, "I mean, I don't think they'd go through all that for a girl if she didn't have anything to do with the Cleanse." She added.

"That's a possibility," Number Five replied. He sat next to her with his legs stretched out. His mind circling back to the Thibideaus' motives for the Cleanse, "but still, we can't just jump into conclusions. We don't even know what they want from Jennifer."

Y/N itched on her palm, giving the boy more space to sit on by scooting away a tad. "Luther did say the old man was behind that playhouse of a town. Maybe he knows something about Jennifer, we can ask him about it." Her selfishness allowed her to refrain from avoiding the littlest contact she was getting from her former lover.

"Maybe." Five nodded, although he cannot bring himself to play the fool of the old man anymore. As much as he wanted answers, Reginald Hargreeves was the last person he wanted to ask -- not after the Oblivion project. "Or we can just break into the Keepers HQ at the East, find intel firsthand," he suggested.

The girl nodded in understanding, "Right, I guess that's better than getting played by the old man." She chuckled softly.

Five could feel her relax as their upper arms remained to lightly graze together. The contact they were having became gentler than before, where she remained tense and stiff -- it's as though her urge to move away had simply faded. He could feel her warmth even when they were wearing their coats. He wasn't sure if he wanted to stand back up.

But his thoughts remain to conflict. His mind began to race, questioning himself as to why he was feeling more comfortable with a stranger's unintentional touch than his own brother's embrace. He didn't know her the same way she knew him.

So, why has he been going after her since this morning? Five couldn't tell for himself at all, even though he knew to himself that he shouldn't let his guard down for her so easily.

Besides, he would hate to admit that Y/N was doing a finer job at that than he was. She rarely explained herself today even when she swore she would. Perhaps now was the perfect time to remind her, he thought, I shouldn't be this close to her, too.

Yet, he didn't move; and not a word came out of his mouth.

In the meantime, Luther held his hand up by the highway, still holding onto the possibility that they can hitch a ride. Alas, it seems as though they were the only ones who took this route other than the people that side swept their vehicle.

Ben wouldn't feel worse if that was their only problem, "Leave it to this clown car of a family to botch a simple search and rescue." He piped up.

"For a second there, we had her." Luther said, still waiting for someone kind enough to provide them a ride.

"Who were those weirdos with the fanny packs?" Viktor questioned, struggling to keep his head up as it still made his vision spin.

Lila followed up with the most random question, "Was it me, or did they smell like wet sheep?"