It was a struggle to get Five back to the house. He would drift in and out of consciousness, each time mumbling things that wouldn't come together to make actual words.

The entire way back you tried to think of way he could've gotten the wound. It looked well placed like an experienced person had shot him. And you round it up to being the Handler that did it.

He seemed perfectly fine till he disappeared with her. You assumed when he reappeared with the briefcase he hid the pain from the family, wanting to "solve the apocalypse".

You would've praised him for being so determined but not if it involved his life being on the line.
It's too risky.

At one point he had reached for your hand in the backseat of the car and your fingers stayed intertwined with his all the way until the end when Grace had to patch him up.

It definitely raised a few questions when Grace landed a soft hand on your shoulder and took your place to help stitch him up. How was she walking?
You thought she died.

You let her help, glad she was fine -somehow- and glad she was able to help Five. After patching him up, she let you sit by his side, hands interlocked and worked on stitching you up. She gave you a serum that would help close up the wound to heal quicker with less pain.

Faintly, you could heard Allison and Diego talking in the other room, voices hushed but quick. What were they talking about?

"Y/n."
Five looked at you through half-closed eyes, voice groggy. "Is that you?"

You squeezed his hand on instinct and smiled down softly. "Five, hey. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. You?"
You weakly scoffed at his terrible communication skills, though the way his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand made up for it.
Actions speak better than words.
"I'm good. Grace helped take care of me."

There was a long beat of silence where you two just looked into each others eyes. No words were spoken but you felt like you could understand him clearly.

His flushed and sweaty face, breath slightly raggedy, lips pulled into the softest smile; it was louder than any word or words could be.

The years spent apart, the heartbreak and pain of that hollow feeling was being filled with happiness.
Even in the end of all days, in the presence of an apocalypse, you felt happy in the few moments you spent lost in Five's bright eyes.

"I missed you," you said, words barely above a whispers. You looked away shyly.

"I'm sorry."

You snapped your eyes back to his, not expecting him to say that. Why is he sorry?
"What," you asked, reaching your other hand up to cup his face.

His eyes glossed over and he closed them, leaning into your warm hand. "I'm sorry for leaving you and the family like that, I wish I could take it all back."

Using your thumb, you rubbed out the crease in his mouth from the frown he had, lightly pulling his lip into a smile. "Hey...it's okay."

"It must've been harder for you, harder than I could ever imagine; being stuck there, alone, all those years."
"It was."

He reopened his eyes, blue orbs seeping deep into yours. It felt like he was reading into your mind and feeling everything you felt. "But I managed. I fell asleep to the sound of your voice, and memories we shared together."

You had to tilt your head up to stop the tears that quickly flooded your eyes from falling. Shit, I love him. Your throat seized up entirely and you couldn't get out any words without crying.

Five knew that.
"Come here," he said, tugging you closer by your intertwined hand. His gaze flickered to your lips, actions speaking for themselves.

You let your mouth mold with his, hand sliding from his face to tangle in his hair. It was dirty and filled with knots but you didn't care, you wanted to be close to him.

He raised a hand to the back of your neck to keep you close, lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. He was meant to be with you, and finally, after all these years, he was here with you.

He pulled away sooner than you wished, lips slick from the kiss and stretched wide with a smile. "I missed you too."

Your chest swelled with happiness and you traced back over his cheek, watching him struggled to keep his eyes closed.

"Promise me you'll get some rest? The next two days are going to be more than difficult and we need you to be at the top of your game for this apocalypse, okay?"

He nodded, letting his heavy eyelids close, grip loosening on your hand. "Okay..."

You let his hand go and walked out of the room, letting the stupid smile morph your features.
I've fallen. Hard.
But you didn't mind at all.