"Where's Vanya," Allison asked as she entered the room. She placed her coat down on a distant chair, now in new clothes.

You sat next to Klaus and watched him cross his legs, holding a guitar close to him. "Oh, she's gone."

"That's unfortunate-," Five said after digging through the cabinets, holding up an empty mug.
"Yes"
"-An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, nineteen bathroom, but no, not a single drop of coffee."

Dad despised coffee, so he never allowed it.

"Dad hated caffeine," Allison said.
"Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us ," Klaus laughs.
Can't argue with that.

"I'm taking the car," Five spoke, heading for the door
With his interest peaked, Klaus sat up in his chair. "Where are you going?"

Five stopped halfway towards the exit. "Y/n, you coming?" He peaked an eyebrow.

Five held a finger over his lips and you silently giggled, shutting the door behind you as quietly as possible. "Come on," he said. "I want coffee."
He pulled you away from the building you both called home.

You stood from your seat and dusted your clothes, still wet from the rain. "Y-Yeah."

He tangled his hand with yours and space jumped. You opened the passenger car door and sat in. Five sped off before you could buckle your seat.

When did he learn how to drive...
Oh, yeah, forty five years is a long time.

You wanted to ask him what happened while he was gone, but for some reason you held back. He didn't seem keen on spilling anything to anyone.

You would have to give him time, though, he used the phrase "not enough time" on multiple occasions since he arrived.

I'm overthinking this.

"Griddy's Doughnuts," you read the sign as five practically ran into the shop. Even though the lights were on, the shop was empty. It smelled sweet and inviting.

You took the seat next to his and watched as he tapped the bell on the counter too many times. He really wants this coffee, you thought as you turn back to face the door as someone else walked in.

The older man stepped foot into the shop and took a nearby seat.

"Sorry, sink was clogged," a women says, stepping out from behind a wall. She pulls out a pad of paper. "So, what'll it be?"

"Uh, give me a chocolate éclair."
"Sure." She turned to you and Five. "Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?"

I don't look that young, ma'am.

"The kid wants coffee. Black."
The waitress is taken aback but writes down Five's order.
"I'll take a water, please."

She give you a sweet smile.
"Cute kids."

As she goes to get your orders, Five sighs.
Uh, oh. I know that sigh.

"Don't remember this place being such a shithole. I used to come here as I kid. Used to sneak out with her and my siblings and eat doughnuts till we puked."

S-Simpler times, huh?

He could've phrased it better. Now the man thinks you're crazy.

"I-I suppose," the man agreed with a nod of his head.
"Here," the waitress said and placed your drink in front of you.

"I'll cover for them," the man said, holding out cash for the drinks and his eclair.
"Thanks," you smiled, giving Five a nudge with your shoulder. He paid no mind to your push.

"You must know your way around the city," Five said, his eyes locked onto the man's shirt.
Is this his way of starting conversation?

"I hope so. I've been driving it for twenty years."
"Good. I need an address."

That just sprouted more questions that desperately needed to be answered. Why would he need an address? Could it be to find this Delores?

The man and Five conversed long enough for you to finish your cup of water. Something about a clothing store? You didn't understand why Five would need an address for that type of store. Again, another question you didn't have the answer to.

The man left shortly after and Five tapped your thigh. "Don't freak out at the next person to walk through those doors."

You resisted the urge to snap your gaze onto the doors. You send Five a sideways glare and stare straight ahead, looking for a reflective surface.

If there's a mirror, I can see without looking back.

Five tucked the paper that had the address into his pocket. He lifted the mug of coffee to his lips.

He stopped before ever taking a sip. "Hmm, that was fast. I thought I had more time before they found me."

The reflective bell that Five had rang previously showed four men crowding around the two of you. All had guns and protective armor.

Is this what he meant by 'don't freak out'?

There wasn't anything to do about the spike of fear except push it down the best you could. But, who was this "they" Five was talking about? Why were they looking for him?

"Let's all be professional about this, yeah? On your feet and come with us. They want to talk," one of the men spoke, you can hear his grip tighten on the gun he held.

Do I come too?

"Missy, you come too."

I guess that's me too.

"I've got nothing to say." In the reflection, Five's face was calm, there was a slight tilt in his lips that could almost count as a smirk.

What mess did he get into now? You stay still in your seat, not even cocking your head to look at Five.

"It doesn't have to go this way," the same man said, he was the one holding a gun to Five's head. "You think I want to shoot a kid? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"I wouldn't worry about that-." As Five spoke, he reached for the set of cutlery near him. You wanted to sigh, quickly realizing what was going to happen next. "-you won't be going home."

The second the sound of Five's space jumping was heard, you tightened your fists. A large see-through dome of orange surrounded you.

You flicked out your hands and the force field threw one of the men back. You created a smaller one around the man's head and looked away before closing it around him. The man didn't even get the chance to scream.

Gunshots echoed.

A second one came up to you and tossed you into the lights with surprising strength. You could hear Five grunting as he took care of the other two.

"Ugh, you asshole," you groaned, and sent a large force field his way. He was crushed between the field and the wall he flew into.

The gunshots ceased but the lights continued to flicker. Orange dust shimmered under the scattered light as your powers left behind small piles of the orange sand.

You picked the glass from your clothes, they were now filled with small dots of blood from where you got scratched after being thrown into the light fixtures.

Your heavy breathing matched Five's, though yours was mostly because of the sudden attack. You were not prepared like he was.

"Five," you panted, bending over to catch your breath. "What the fuck was that about?"

He spared you a glance, but didn't answer your question. He picked up a knife from one of the guys and walked over to sit at the same chair as before, holding it up above his forearm.

"Woah! What the hell are you doing," you asked, running over to stop the knife before it plunged into his skin.

He pulls the knife from your hands and runs it across his skin with a grunt. "There's a tracker in me, I need to get it out."

Tossing aside the knife, he dug his hands into the cut he made, pulling out a small, pull-size tracker.

You watch him drop the tracker carelessly and stand from his seat, heading for the exit. Your trail his body with wide eyes.

What the hell just happened?