Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 37

"NO, NO, NO, I don't understand. They keep following me." Diego complained to Luther, who was cooking up some breakfast for himself. Y/N rolled her eyes at Diego when he thought the Swedes were after him and him only.

"Wait, who?" Luther asked as he scrambled his eggs in the pan with bits scattered on the stove. 

"Those Dutch sociopaths." Diego replied ignorantly.

"They're Swedish, you idiot." Five corrected. Y/N was starting think the Commission had a thing for Swedish people. "Hired guns paid to eradicate us before we do any more damage to this timeline."

Y/N poured herself a cup of coffee before going back to her seat while she listened to Diego's complaining, "Yeah, but why now? I mean, I'm.." He questioned while snapping his fingers, "fine for three months until you showed up."

"Yeah," Luther agreed, "I was here for a year and no one messed with me."

The girl narrowed her eyes at the both of them after taking a sip of her drink, "I'm surprised to see the both of you are getting along with this." She remarked, "Sure, no one messed with you both before, but where were you both the whole time? Right, you," she pointed at Diego, "were being tortured in a nuthouse and you," then she looked at Luther, "were out there, working for a man who's greedy for money. So you might wanna rephrase that statement that you were fine."

"Yeah, but it still doesn't change the fact that everything went wrong ever since Five showed up." Diego glared at the boy after he said so. Five stared back at him before replying, "Even if it was my fault, which it isn't, we inly have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyone's gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate."

Luther suddenly paused from transferring his pan full scrambled eggs to a bowl. "Well..." He sighed, grabbing their attention, "That's not exactly true."

The rest of them were suddenly intrigued. All their eyes were on him. "What are you saying?" Y/N interrogated.

"I saw him."

Luther told them about his encounter with the old man while he ate his breakfast; the way he got rejected when he told sir Reginald that he's a son of is, how he was humiliated in front of all people, how he got there and so on.

"That's pathetic." Diego commented right after he finished his story. Which Y/N agreed with him.

"Yeah, well, at least he didn't shank my ass." Luther shot back as he took a bite of his breakfast.

"He didn't," Y/N chimed and leaned over to him, "but he shanked your heart." She remarked, receiving a hum from Luther. A part of her felt bad for him. But the other part thought it was an idiotic move to tell the old man, who has a heart of stone, that he was his son.

Elliott noticed what the built man was wearing,  "Is that my bathrobe?" Asked him. Luther looked at him blankly, "No." He denied.

"Look, who cares what he shanked?" Five interjected, "He knows something about time travel."

Elliott suddenly spoke up as he timidly raised his hand to get their attention, "Um... Wait, why don't you just do your thing and, uh, time travel us out?" His question made Y/N exclaim a sigh while Five was getting sick of explaining what happens when he does so. "Anyone care to explain?" He piped up as he went over to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"First time he tried, he got lost in the apocalypse."

"Second time, he ended up without hair on his balls and Y/N got involved with it."

"Last time I tried, I scattered my family across three years in Dallas, Texas, possibly triggering a doomsday." The boy finished as he put the pot back to where it belonged. He looked at Elliott with a smile that was laced with frustration, "Any more questions, Elliott?"