Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 105

Year 5

HER VISIONS WERE the only thing that still kept them going. Only they've been appearing too often in her sleep lately. They were like nightmares -- it was evident that she wanted to get out of it, yet she couldn't find a way to open her eyes.

Number Five had to lift his head from her shoulder as soon as he felt her faintly squirming and jolting. When he noticed the blood trickling through her lashes, he instinctively held her face, gently waking her before anything else could happen to her -- the myosotis in her was already acting up as it is.

A month after she briefly showed him the power of the myosotis last year, the more frequently it lingered. The rash that appeared and disappeared on her arms reappeared larger to gradually spread itself. First came her arm, then her shoulder, and now, the side of her face. Though strangely enough, whenever this happens, the rash subsequently disappears at an abrupt moment; and she would appear fine, like nothing happened.

"Hey, wake up, N/N," he called on her. His voice was soft as he woke her up, "come on, we're almost there." He said after hearing the PA system make an announcement. He still didn't understand what it was saying this whole time.

At every moment within their fifth year, everything that led them to this point had begun to sink in. They were fatigued. They were lost. Their bodies ached from head to toe. They vaguely even remember what they were supposed to be doing.

Nevertheless, by and by did Y/N start to notice how Number Five was acting around her over time.

When Y/N woke up, the remainder of her tears washed over the bloody ones. Number Five came into her aid and wiped some of them off with his thumb. "You okay?" He asked out of habit. His palm remained on the side of her face, although she never leaned into his touch.

Admittedly, Y/N didn't think she would miss his hold until he started doing it again -- holding her hand, cupping her face, playing with her fingers -- it felt just as affectionate as before. Except, she could not find herself to fully reciprocate, because as far as she knew, she feared that he might only be doing this out of an obligation when she's been telling him about their past on certain occasions, or whenever something reminded her of anything before.

And if not that, she still believed that they were merely under these circumstances that he was acting this way, in which they were each other's only companions. And so, a part of her, somewhere deep inside her, still unconsciously held back. Yet, she wasn't in denial of the fact she was selfish enough to let him.

Regardless, her visions were becoming more and more inclined to showing the hints of the coming of the Cleanse, and moreover the people who worship it.

When she let him know that she was okay, Five let his hand fall back to his side. He followed up with the usual question every time she gets visions, "What did you see?"

"Your boss and half of your CIA buddies are Keepers -- they were after Luther and Diego too; Klaus is still buried alive -- Allison and Claire were looking for him," she continued, "and Ben and Jennifer are getting worse.

"They had these bulbs growing in and out of their faces and they get larger every time," she explained. "But they keep running away."

Their chests heaved as they went silent, knowing that there was nothing else they could do when they were in other timelines. And being here for a long time -- it felt easier to accept that, or so they thought.

Soon enough, the train came to a halt and the unfathomable PA system chimed. The doors were sliding open shortly after, yet Y/N couldn't bring herself to get on her feet. "You wanna sit this one out?" Asked Five, softly.