"Jesus", Vanya gasped as Five turned on the light. She exhaled loudly and set her keys on the side near the front door.

"You should have locks on your windows", Five commented.

"I'm on the second floor".

"Rapists can climb".

"You are so weird". She put her bag and violin case down near the sofa and shut the door. As she glanced around, she frowned. "Where's your husband? Peter, wasn't it?"

As if called by the mention of his name, Peter floated out of the bathroom clutching a first aid kit. He paused, midair and several feet off the ground as Vanya stared at him. "Hi. Sorry to break in but we needed somewhere to stay". He smiled and sunk down until his feet were resting on the rug.

"You fly", Vanya stated. "You're another one of the 43 like us, aren't you?"

"Yeah", Peter paused. "I thought that was obvious. By the way, you should update your first aid kit. You don't have much ibuprofen". He walked over to the arm chair where Five was perched and knelt on the floor as he set the first aid kit on the arm.

"You're bleeding", Vanya voiced as she caught sight of the stains on the boy's sleeves.

Peter tried to pull up Five's sleeve but the brunette huffed loudly and grabbed his wrist. "Peter, dear. You're dripping blood on Vanya's carpet". Peter cursed and held out his arm. Five pulled back his sleeve and set about bandaging the blonde, touch gentle. Vanya watching them for a few seconds before disappearing into her room. When she returned, Peter was finishing tying the bandage around Five's forearm, his own bandage hidden under his sleeve.

"So why did you come here?" She asked as she perched on the edge of the sofa. Peter rose from where he had been kneeling and began to hover in the air at Five's side. His legs curled up and body language looking as if he was seated when actually he was floating. Vanya stared at him.

"I've decided that you're the only one we can trust".

"Why me?"

"Because you're ordinary", Five replied, then corrected himself. "Because you'll listen". He sighed deeply, eyes dark. Peter reached out a hand and interlocked their finger's together wordlessly. Five squeezed his hand slightly as he spoke again. "When I jumped forwards into the future, do you know what I found?"

"No", Vanya was listening, watching them.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive". Five then paused and lifted their joined hands, tugging Peter closer. The blonde floated towards him, hovering a few inches over the armrest of the chair, close enough for Five to rest his hand in his lap. "I was alone for almost a year before he turned up. Sometimes, I thought he was nothing but an illusion, a hallucination".

Peter smiled gently. "I am not a hallucination".

"You're a dream", Five countered.

"I can see him. He is real", Vanya voiced. "Was the name Peter Pan because you could fly? Or because you are now stuck in a child's body?" She tried to joke.

"I have always been Peter", Peter replied. "But Peter Pan was my favourite book growing up and when my mother died and I ended up in the apocalypse, that is the name I chose".

Vanya nodded at the explanation. Five took the opportunity to continue. "We never found out what killed the human race, but I did find something else. The date it happens. The world ends in eight days. We have no idea how to stop it".

"I'll put on a pot of coffee", Vanya stated. "How do you take it?"

"Black", Five replied.

"You?" Vanya turned her gaze to Peter.

"White with two sugars", the blonde boy smiled. Vanya began making the coffee. When she glanced back over it was to see the two boys talking quietly with each other. As she watched, Five brushed the hair off Peter's forehead with a tenderness she was unused to seeing from him. Peter smiled and leaned into the touch and Vanya was suddenly struck with the feeling that she was intruding on something private. The kettle began whistling.

"Here", she handed each boy their mugs, noting how they didn't let go of each other to take them. "How did you survive?" She asked as she sat down with her own mug.

"We survived on scraps", Peter answered, his tone matter of fact and honest. "Canned food. Cockroaches, whatever we could find. The ground was too scorched to grow anything and the rain was full of ash and pollution. It was a miracle that we survived there as long as we did".

"You know that rumour that Twinkies have an endless shelf life? Total bullshit", Five scoffed.

"I can't even imagine", Vanya murmured.

"You do whatever it takes to survive, or you die. So we adapted. Whatever the world threw at us, we found a way to overcome it".

"We had our close calls though", Peter smiled. Five chuckled and held up his mug.

"You got anything stronger?" Vanya poured him some whiskey. She tried to offer Peter some too but the boy shook his head. One of them should remain sober if Five was drinking.

The brunette stood up the take the glass and downed it. "You think we're crazy, don't you?"

"No! It's just a lot to take in", Vanya defended.

"Exactly what don't you understand?"

"Why didn't you just time travel back?"

Five scoffed. "Gee, wish I thought of that. Time travel is a crack shoot. I went into the ice and never acorned. You think I didn't try everything to get back to my family?"

"Also he didn't want to leave me", Peter spoke up. He was standing quietly at the side. "I can't control my powers very well. Flight is really the only thing I can control. When I get emotional, the energy inside me just breaks. The first time it happened, I was transported to the apocalypse. The second, I almost blew up a building. Five has been trying to get me to control it for decades but its too unpredictable". He sighed and his shoulders slumped.

"If you two grew old there, in the apocalypse, how come you look like kids?" Vanya asked the question that had clearly been bugging her.

"I told you already. I must have got the equations wrong", Five gritted as he crossed over to the kitchen to pour himself some more whiskey.

"Dad always did say, time travel could mess up your mind", Vanya spoke hesitantly.

"Stop", Peter snapped as he fixed her with his green eyes. "You're not helping".

"This was a mistake", Five huffed as he drained the last of his whiskey. "You're too young. Too naive to understand". He set down his glass and made for the door. One hand reaching out to grab Peter as he went. The blonde following him wordlessly.

"Five! Wait!" Vanya called. Five stopped with a hand on the door handle. "I haven't seen you in a long time and I don't want to loose you again.  That's all. And you know it's getting late. I have lessons early and I need to sleep. I'm sure you do too. Here". She crossed the room and spread a blanket across the couch. "We'll talk in the morning again. Okay? I promise. Besides"- she smiled softly- "I want to get to know my brother in law". She smiled at Peter and the blonde blinked in surprise before smiling back.

"Night", she nodded at them as she left for her room.

"Night", Five and Peter murmured in synch as the door shut behind her.

Peter waited a few seconds before speaking. "We're not staying here, are we?"

"Nope", Five replied as she checked on the glass eye in his pocket. "Vanya means well but she doesn't understand. We shouldn't risk it". Peter hummed as he watched the light reflect off the shiny surface. Five wrapped the eye back up in the fabric he had been keeping it in and tucked it in his pocket. "Let's go".

Peter sighed. "Darling. We have eight days till the apocalypse. Can we get one night in a bed? Or a sofa? I haven't slept in a proper bed since the apocalypse".

"What about our marriage night?" Five reminded as he unlocked the door and pulled it open.

"Which one?" Peter huffed as he followed his husband into the corridor. "Our first one? Cause we definitely didn't have a proper bed then. Just some camping mattresses in a cave. It was a nice night though. We had actual baths that night". He smiled at the memory. Then paused. "Actually, we didn't have much of a bed the legal one either. Just a crummy motel mattress".

"That was a bed, wasn't it?" Five asked as they left the building.

Peter yawned. "Still. The prosthetics place isn't going to be open until morning. Lets go back to the house and sleep, please". Five sighed.

"Fine. Do you want to fly us there? It will be quicker than walking". Peter grinned and wrapped his arms around his husband's waist. Five clung back as their feet lifted up into the air. The night streets empty below them.

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