✧ THE DAY THAT WASN'T ✧

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(Y/N) Hargreeves

𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗔𝗧 𝗔𝗟𝗟. The way she talks, dresses, and walks were all too sickeningly gratifying. And I don't know if it's just me, but she's too touchy with Five and I just wanna (👩🏼🤛🏻).

"I must admit, Number Five, in all the time that I've been here, I've never met anyone quite like you." The Handler spoke with full anticipation. The people around us were all dressed in some kind of 50s style kind of clothing wherein I found kinda fetching in some way. The atmosphere was strange, it felt different. I have no idea where we were. We literally came out in some kind of planetarium. "Hazel and Cha-Cha, for example, are talented, certainly, but... they can't see the big picture."

The woman continued to blabber on despite having Five and me uninterested with whatever she was informing us about. I can't seem to let my hand go out of Five's reach, and he didn't seem to have the intention to release as well explains how his hand is still firmly compressed against mine.

Suddenly the woman put his arms around Five for a quick moment wherein I shot her a glaring look. 'Whatever you are up to woman. I don't like it.'

I just wanna barge in the conversation and say we'd rather chew off our own foot than listen to her talk.

"If things work out for the both of you here, you kids could potentially make a fine successor."

We entered the antiquated building. Employees that didn't seem to look like killers to me flooded the area with their cute yet formal looking outfits that complimented the entire organization. "I'd like to discuss the logistics of my family's safety at your earliest convenience. As well as (Y/N)'s employment."

"So I really am going to work here?" I murmured, squeezing Five's hands. He gave me a scowl, making me swallow back my words. I don't know what he was really up, but I do know he wants my mouth shut.

"Such chutzpah. It's refreshing, I'll admit... Slow down, Five. All in good time. In fact, both of you've finally agreed to work with us."

"Eight dear, will be first put into the lecturing room where we introduce ourselves to the new workers. But before that how about a little tour to boost things up, shall we? We've got all the time in the world." She cheers sounding in glee knowing that both of us were hired to her association.

"Five are we seriously going to work here for the rest of the years." I pulled Five back before he could follow the blonde woman's track. "What? Of course not." He retorts.

"Then wh—" I got cut off when the Handler suddenly saw our uncanny interaction. "What are you guys waiting for? Let's go. Chop-chop." she keenly spoke.

"We'll discuss things later. Just trust me." Five hisses, letting out a short smile in a subtle way by not making his lips part and letting his tongue do the talking inside his mouth, assuring that there will be no growing suspicion towards his boss.

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We then entered a room with dim lighting that is also occupied with their employees who are looking hectic with what they do. "The Commission works in support of a delicate balance between the timeline of events and mankind's free will. The briefcase is no longer part of your kit, Five. Free your mind. You're management now. One of us." Five closely examines the 'Briefcase Room' that also made me caught my eye.

Oh, how much I wanna talk to Five about it right now.

"Now, Eight. All the people on this floor are case managers, each one responsible for one major event at a time." She leads us to what seems like the endless hallways avidly, explaining every detail of what they do and the purpose. We then break off our walking session to give some short attention to the enclosed room.

"There's so many of them," I uttered as I watched with astonishment the perfectly aligned people engaged with their typewriters and phone calls. "And you will be part of them soon, young lady." The Handler smiles, bopping my nose with her pointer finger delicately. "Being part of something... So grand. Come along."

"Whenever someone chooses the wrong path, and the timeline is changed, the Commission gets a report from field agents on the ground. These field reports are sorted and assigned to a case manager. They determine if anyone needs to be... removed from the equation to assure that their event happens as it should." We came in another area with faint lighting filled with pipe tubes pairing with a single elderly lady assigned to the room.

"Based on that determination, the case manager sends instructions via pneumatic tube to temporal assassin like you formerly were Number Five. And what you're going to be Number Eight, though I do plan to place you too in the case management after you earn some experience in the field. Any queries so far?"

"Yeah. Who was the case manager handling me?"

"Ah. You mean the apocalypse." The Handler caresses Five cheeks once again as my internal beast from within me arose.

'I'm boutta hit a woman today'

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"Five, Eight, meet Dot." The Handler then routed our way to another room that looked similar to the previous one she showed, only it was smaller and more mellowed out considering the number of heads inside.

"Oh, hi." The lady smiles sweetly. Her pleasant spirit made her look like she was an innocent lady. "Hi." I gave off a small little wave to acknowledge her address wherein she appreciated.

"Dot is responsible for all apocalypse matters. In fact, it was Dot here who first flagged your appearance in 2019."

"No hard feelings." Her befitting attitude didn't seem to fit the workspace she is in, she seems like a genuine person with a wholesome personality.

"Well, you certainly put us through the ringer. Outsmarting two of our so-called best temporal assassins. If that doesn't spell LEADERSHIP material... I just don't know." The Handler emphasizes earning the different colored orbs around the room with full engrossment.

"I suspect, you like a challenge, Five." The Handler bubbled as she pulled the available desk's chair just at our front. "Which is why I've given you a particularly complex first case. It's too bad Joseph Späh decided against sabotaging the fuel tank. It would've been so much easier." The still unnamed Handler hands out a portfolio to Five that he opens, which consists of the documents of a famously known incident about an aircraft.

"Is that the Hindenburg Disaster? Ben Dova. He was supposed to sabotage the airships? The guy that used his acrobat skills to survive the crash."

"Precisely Ms. Eight. So you're very pretty and pretty smart. Such a perfect combination for the commission. A man wants a woman that knows history." She chuckles, pleased with my knowledge. She then takes a hold of my arm rather vigorously as she clutches her fingers around my (S/C) arm firmly. "Anyhoo, now I shall lead little Ms. Number Eight on to the orientation room. If you have any questions, I'll be right behind you."

"Can I have a word with my sister before you go?" Five requested, drawing me back to his direction roughly, our hands never disconnecting the entire time, freeing me from the Handler's grip.

We were about to boost out, but the Handler looked like she was going to follow us along the way.

"Privately." Five italicizes maintaining his rigorous facade.

"You know I can't do that. Though, I must say that you guys are very cute for 16-year-olds." The Handler giggles as she leaned half of her body to the unoccupied desk Five is supposed to be in pertaining to the 'holding of hands' the whole time we were with her.

Five then pulls me out of the room rather aggressively while the Handler took the exit from our opposite direction, still supervising our visitation. Everyone in the room watched with full curiosity. I too was confused with his intentions.

"What is it, Five?" I questioned, raising a brow with his unlikely behavior.

He clemently slams me on the wall just beside the door, almost at an immediate pace as soon as we got out. The former hand that was holding on to me shifted its position towards my wrist as the other one reaches the other wrist only to be ended up cuffed with his single dominant hand.

"What are you doing?"

Five inches closer to my cheek and then to my ear. "The Handler has her ears everywhere, so be careful choosing your words we don't want to expose ourselves too much." He whispers, sending shivers down my spine because his breath engulfed my neck despite it being unwittingly sexual. "And there she is now." Five coughs fakely as he covered his mouth with his empty hand.

"Ah. So, are we done with the chit-chat?" The Handler wails from the other side of the entrance door as she observes us closely from a few feet' distance.

"One more thing." Five answers to her, giving her a glance before shifting it back to me intensely.

And then the next thing I know was his lips against mine without warning.

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Fun Fact: When Five first learned about (Y/N)'s name in Vanya's book it got stuck on his head and would often say it with no context involved.

A/N: god i wish that were me bruh skrt 😩

QOTD: First kiss?

I have never even held hands with a boy 🚶🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️