Hargreeves Manson | Day

[apocalypsehow]

Normally Five didn't care (didn't overtly care) what his siblings got up to so long as they were still alive. But this one time... this one time something was very clearly wrong with Klaus.


Wrong enough to get Five to actually knock on his door rather than barge in. "You okay?"

Klaus	What? A guy couldn't quietly get dressed in his childhood bedroom without attracting attention? "Hey," Klaus said, only half registering that Five had knocked. "Yeah, I just... long night."
Five	"More than one from the looks of it," Five said, leaning in the doorway to give him a serious once over.
Klaus	"Yeah," Klaus sighed, not wanting attention for a change. Which. Well, that was where he was going wrong here.
Five	"Don't remember the dog tags," Five said, jerking his chin up toward where they were sitting on Klaus' chest.
Klaus	"Yeah, they belonged to a friend," Klaus said, tucking them into his shirt. What was with the twenty questions here?
Five	You knew what was with it, you little time traveling shit. "How about that new tattoo?"
Klaus	Klaus sighed and moved to brush right on past him if he was gonna keep this up. "You know, I don't even remember getting it. Like I said, it was a long night."
Five	"You did it, didn't you?" Five called after him before he could get far.
Klaus	"What are you talking about?" Klaus said, pausing in his step like he wasn't immediately giving it away.
Five	"You know I can recognize the symptoms, Klaus," Five drawled. "The jet lag. Full body itch. Headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up your nose and through your brain." Been there. Done that. Killed a bunch of people along the way! "You gonna tell me about it?"
Klaus	"Your pals, when they broke into the house and when they couldn't find you, they took me hostage instead," Klaus said. Like maybe that would make Five feel guilty or something. And you know. Just drop this whole line of questioning.
Klaus	Fat chance! "And in return you stole their briefcase."
Klaus	"Yeah. I thought there was money in it, or I could pawn it, you know, whatever." Like he did with anything valuable. "And then I opened it..." He did a little 'poof' hand motion.
Five	"And the next thing you knew, you were... where?" Well. "Or should I say 'when'?"
Klaus	Oh, c'mon! Couldn't you just let him be sad like Vanya or broody like Diego or something? "What difference does it make?"
Five	"What diff--" Oh, Five could feel the rage migraine building. He took a deep breath to focus here and switch tactics. "Okay. Okay. How long were you gone?"
Klaus	"A year."
Five	"A year?" Five repeated, back to the rage building up. Because they let him have that suitcase for a year. Which meant that the Commission hadn't been aware of it being missing. Which meant... A lot of things! "Do you know what this means?"
Klaus	"Yeah, I'm 10 months older now." Ah, there was the Klaus they knew and tolerated.
Five	"No, this isn't any kind of joke, Klaus," Five hissed, going through potential plans in his head for what to do with that suitcase. "Hazel and Cha Cha will do whatever they can to get the briefcase. Where is it now?"
Klaus	"Gone," Klaus said with a careless little shrug. "I destroyed it. Poof."
Five	"What the hell were you thinking?!" That was his one shot at fixing things now that the eyeball avenue was gone!
Klaus	"What do you care?" Klaus asked.
Five	He was going to commit fratricide, Klaus. "What do I care? I needed it, you moron! So I could get back! Start over--" Hey, don't you walk away from his rant, Klaus. "Where are you going?"
Klaus	"Interrogation over," Klaus called back at him. "Just leave."
Five	He could... he could work with this. It meant Hazel and Cha Cha were in trouble with the Commission for letting a suitcase get into someone else's hands. He could work with that. Five let out an annoyed sigh and grabbed for pen and paper to put a fix into action.

Five	Was it really an investigation or a plan without a murder board of insanity? Because this might have been a family trait. Or just a Diego and Five thing. "Oh, okay I think I've got something, Dolores," Five said, checking his math and the probabilities of it all. "It's tenuous, but promising."
Luther	Oh, that's a totally normal thing to walk into. Your brother writing on the walls talking to a mannequin. Not worrying at all. "Who are you talking to?" Luther asked. "What is all this?"
Five	"It's a probability map." Duh. Get on his level, scrub.
Luther	"Probability of what?" Probability that Luther was going to consider committing you? Because between the hit man thing and this, he was seriously considering it.
Five	Good luck trying! "Of whose death could save the world," Five said, not helping his staying out of the asylum case at all. "I've narrowed it down for four."
Luther	... "Are you saying one of these four people causes the apocalypse?" Seriously, what the hell was happening, here?
Five	"No." You jabroney. "I'm saying their death might prevent it." Totally different.
Luther	"Oh." He really tried to spend a couple seconds to take that in, and work it out for himself. It didn't work. "I'm not following."
Five	Of course he wasn't. "Time is fickle, Luther. The slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum. The butterfly effect," Five said, looking over his calculations with a critical eye. "So all I have to do is find the people with the greatest probability of impacting the timeline, wherever they may be, and kill them." Just that easy! Five frowned before turning away to dig under his bed.
Luther	Luther still didn't understand, but you know what? He was just gonna leave it be. He walked closer to the wall and bent down to look at the four names in question. "Milton Greene? What, is he like a terrorist or something?"
Five	"I believe he's a gardener," Five replied, producing a very large rifle while Luther's back was turned. He went through the motions of checking it over to make sure it would still fire.
Luther	"What--" Luther's eyes widened comically when he turned to see the gun. "You can't be serious. Where did you even get that?"
Five	"Dad's room." Duh. "I think he used it to shoot a rhinoceros. It's a similar model I used at work. Nice shoulder fit and highly reliable." He demonstrated the shoulder fit by pulling the rifle up and into place as though he was going to shoot it.
Luther	Luther sputtered. "But--but you can't. This Milton guy is just an innocent man." Gardeners were always good people!
Five	"It's basic math. His death could basically save the lives of billions," Five said with as much patience as he could muster. "If I did nothing he'd be dead in four days anyway. The apocalypse won't spare anyone."
Luther	Luther crossed his arms over his chest. "We don't do this kind of thing."
Five	Oh, Luther. You absolute idiot. "We are not doing anything. I am."
Luther	"I can't let you go and kill innocent people," Luther said, standing up to his full height like Five could be intimidated by this sort of thing. "No matter how many lives you'll save."
Five	"Good luck stopping me," Five said, just teleporting around him.
Luther	Fine, you want him to play dirty? He'd play dirty. Instead of going after Five he took a couple strides over and picked up Dolores from where she had been placed. Then he held her out the window. "You're not going anywhere."
Five	Five spun in place, rifle coming up as he hissed, "Put. Her. Down."
Luther	Really, Five? You were so lucky Luther knew you wouldn't actually kill him. "Put the gun down, you're not killing anyone," he said. "I know she's important to you, so don't make me do this. It's either her or the gun. You decide." He then was a real dick and went to throw Dolores because how much would it hurt a mannequin, really?
Five	HE MIGHT SHOOT YOU. Five looked stricken for a split second before he dropped the gun to teleport over to catch Dolores before she could fall.
Luther	And that's when Luther went to grab the gun. "I can keep doing this all day." Why did he keep having to threaten his siblings with that? Why couldn't you people just not be stubborn assholes? "I know you're still a good person, Five." Somewhere in that angry, tiny body. "Otherwise you wouldn't have risked everything coming back here to save us all. But you're not alone anymore."
Five	Had you met any of your siblings, Luther? Oh god, he was getting more stupid emotions at the reminder that he wasn't alone. It continued to be awful. "There is one way. But it's just about impossible."
Luther	"More impossible than what brought you back here?" Just wait until he heard the plan that involved duping Hazel and Cha Cha with a fake time traveling briefcase.

[NFI, NFB, OOC O-K! Preplayed with knife_bender and taken from 1x05 "Number Five"]