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(Set in S2 kinda when they were planning, and right before Luthor threw five off the staircase)
"It's your fault we're stuck here!" Luthor says with a venom in his voice directed at me. How do they not know how much I've sacrificed for them. I've gone through so much just to save their sorry asses, and the thanks I get is complaining.
"Without me you would all be dead. All because dear old dad couldn't love us. If you want to blame someone blame him." I retort back. Ugh, I need a decent coffee and 5 minutes to myself.
"If you wouldn't have left us..." Allison starts, but doesn't get a chance to finish. Interrupted by me blinking infront of her and pointing my hand at her.
"You... you all think I wanted to leave! To be alone in a wasteland to survive off of bugs and expired food for 45 years! Yeah, I definately chose my only companion to be a maniquin because I had so many choices. I was 13! I was an assasin, they took my body apart and modified it, took out my organs, and bones. Made them better, fixed my lungs from the ash damage the apocalypse did to me! Wanna know the best part! I was awake the whole time. I couldve died. Finally get to die, but no, im here saving you and getting blamed for every bad thing that happens. I made a mistake and I payed for it! So don't you dare blame me for your trauma!" I yell at my family, who by the end of it is either awkwardly playing with their hands, Staring in shock at me, or starting to cry.
"I don't want your goddamn pitty. The least you guys could do is help me stop the apocalypse, since I've done so much to try to stop it." I say. Immediately trying to ease the awkwardness and the guilt in the room. I knew I shouldn't have said anything, how else would this have ended up. Them disowning me, or trying to kill me. Not like I haven't tried the second one.
"five" Luthor starts, quickly closing his mouth and swallowing. "Five, we had no clue. You don't deserve our blame, your right."
"Always am." I grumble.
"Its just easier to blame you, since you haven't been here." Diego adds.
"Well help you stop the apocalypse, but you gotta get some help once we get to 2019. I'm sure you got a ton of trauma." Allison adds, I hate it when her mother instincts reflect onto me since I look like a child.
"No, you help me stop the apocalypse, and you guys don't have to die a horrible death." I counter.
"I can't tell if he means from the apocalypse, or from him killing us." Diego says.
"Where would the fun be if we did know!" Klaus adds enthusiastic. "Soooo, Fivey, what's the plan little man."
"Call me that again and you won't live to stop the apocalypse." I threaten. Klaus makes a frowney face and leans back in his chair with his arms crossed like a child.
"Yknow five. We are glad to have you back." Luthor says.
"yeah. Now, to work. Diego, you can't save the president!" I Yell.
"Too hell I cant-"
Thanks for reading, I got random inspiration at midnight and decided "hey, ima make a fic" and bam here we are. I'll be posting on AO3 when I finally get approved for my acc, so yeah.
thanks for reading
-cheerio