When Peter was around the age of 21,(they had kept track of ages through a noted marks of each summer since they had arrived. All joining the other notes Five scribbled in Vanya's book. Peter had read the book almost as much as five did) they found an old record player in the back storage of a half ruined museum. It was boxed and dusty and hidden amongst the storage of papers, artefacts and old coins which they had been rifling through for the last four hours. Amusing themselves with the things they found. Five commenting on various historical documents he found interesting while Peter played around with the old technology he found littered around. He was taking apart a broken typewriter to see if there was anything he could add to a toy car that he was trying to fix, when Five unearthed the box from a corner.

"What's that?" He asked, looking up from the skeleton of the typewriter. The little smoke stained toy car beside it half dismantled.

"A lovely piece of machinery", Five had grinned at him as he clicked open the case and pulled out the little wind up record player. It was battered like everything else. The apocalypse didn't leave things untouched. Peter abandoned his project and floated across the room to join him in putting the pieces together.

"Ouch", Peter hissed when the sharp edge of a broken record sliced across the fragile skin of his index finger. Blood welled up and dripped down his hand. It traced its way past other scars, over joints and dirt. He stared at it as a drop left his hand and landed on the dust and ash covered floor.

"Careful", Five muttered as he took the bleeding digit and pressed it into his mouth. Peter stilled and felt his feet touch the floor as he stared into brown eyes. Five's tongue rough on his sensitive finger. Once, twice then he was releasing it and lowering Peter's hand from his mouth. "Don't go getting an infection and dying on me here Peter".

"It's just a tiny cut", Peter huffed, ignoring the way that five was holding his hand. Five rarely used his name (there wasn't much point when there was no one left in the world but the two of you), and it made him feel warm.

"But that's how it starts. A tiny cut gets infected then you become feverish and within two weeks you're dead", Five grinned, obviously taking joy in the horror of the fate. A fate that was painfully easy in their current post apocalyptic world with little supplies or health. Peter just scowled at him and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah. Now do you think we could get this to work?" He turned his attention to the old wind up gramophone.

"Should do. The machinery all looks fine". Five's lithe hands began winding the machine up, the bronze handle turning with some stiffness. Peter watched over the other's shoulder. Five having stoped growing back when he was seventeen while Peter had only recently finished. He was a head taller than the brunette when not hovering in the air. (Not that Five didn't make up for his lack of height by seer rage and spite). He began to thumb through the records in the box they had found the gramophone in.

"Hey they have Queen", he spoke up as the handle turned and squeaked. "And some tunes from the fifties. Abba. Oh-" he broke off at the sight of a record he recognised. The sight of the familiar album cover brought memories of summer Sunday mornings in the little apartment above the Chinese takeaway in London as his mother danced around the kitchen. Her blonde hair golden under the sunlight and smile wide as he held her hands.

"The Cranberries?" Five's voice brought him back to the present. "Do you like that band?"

"Yeah", Peter muttered, throat choked up. Dreams. His mother had loved it ever since it had come out in 1993, Peter had been three, almost four.

"Well, let's see if this works", Five muttered as he snatched the record from Peter's hands and placed it on the wheel. He flicked a switch and lowered the needle. It took a second but soon the slow guitar of the opening track of the album was filling the air. The two men stood and listened to the crooning voice for the entirety of the first song until the one that plagued Peter's childhood memories began.

"I remember my mother loving this song", he murmured as he closed his eyes. He could feel the way Five stared at him as he began to hum and sing softly along with the lyrics. When he opened his eyes again, the song still playing and the chorus melting between them, Five's face was unreadable. He wondered what his partner was thinking as those brown eyes seemed to etch into his face.

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Peter was wondering what Five was thinking as he watched his husband begin the preparations of a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich. They had been together for so long and yet there were still moments where Five was just as unreadable to Peter as he was to anyone else. He knew Five like he knew breathing, but that still didn't mean that he understood it. Your body needed oxygen to survive, but why oxygen? Why not some other element? why not hydrogen or another gas? That was how it felt being unable to read Five's emotions. He knew why Five did what he did, or acted like that, but he didn't know why he chose those actions exactly. It was a unreliable science.

The five adults who were apparently the other members of the Hargreeves family, all sat around the kitchen table as Five gathered his ingredients. They were watching the two apparent teens with various looks of confusion and concern. The concern was mostly aimed at Five. Peter, who was standing on the floor in his too big suit and dress shoes, got the glances of confusion. "I need the date, the exact date", Five stated as he grabbed the bread.

"The twenty fourth", the woman who Peter knew was Vanya answered. (He recognised her from the author picture of her book).

"Of what?"

"March".

"Good", Five nodded as he set out four pieces of bread, not needing to ask Peter if he wanted a sandwich but already knowing the answer. Peter had never had a Peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich before but he definitely wanted to try one.

"So are we going to talk about what just happened?" Luther voiced, sounding confused. Peter glanced over the siblings again. Vanya and Luther were seated at the table, with Klaus cross legged on the table and Allison and Diego standing on each side. Luther stood up as Five turned to him. The man comically big against Five's thirteen year old frame. "It's been thirteen years".

"It's bee a lot longer than that", Five stated as he blinked out of existence only to reappear behind the man as he collected the peanut butter off the shelf, teleporting back to the table.

"I haven't missed that", Luther muttered. Peter hid a smirk behind his hand.

"Where did you go?" Diego called.

"The future. It's shit by the way".

"Called it!" Klaus raised a hand. "Also who's the cute blonde Five?" He grinned giddily at Peter, pupils wide with intoxication. Peter smiled charmingly back, all blonde hair and mischievous green eyes.

Five paused to stop and stare at him. Then he stepped closer and caught Peter's chin in his grip, forcing the other boy to look at him. They were practically the same height again. For a second they just stared at each other, Five with a frown and Peter with a slowly growing smile. He could see the frustration building in the other boy's eyes. "What's going on in that head of your's love?" He muttered, practically hearing the stunned silences from the siblings at the table.

"Weird, I had forgotten how young you were", Five muttered as he let go and went back to making the sandwiches as if nothing had happened.

"You're looking pretty young yourself Darling", Peter reminded. Five scowled at him again.

"I should have listened to the old man", he continued to his siblings as if his moment with Peter had never happened. "Jumping through space is one thing but jumping through time is a toss of the dice". He set the bag of marshmallows on the table and looked up at them all. "Nice dress".

"Ah, danke", Klaus flipped a hem of his skirt.

"Wait, how did you get back?" Vanya voiced.

"In the end we had to project our consciousness forwards into a suspended quantum state versions of ourselves that exists across every possible instance of time".

"It wasn't easy", Peter commented.

"That makes no sense", Diego muttered.

"Well it would if you were smarter".

Diego surged to his feet but was stopped by Luther's arm. "How long were you there? And who even is he?" The big man jerked a finger at Peter.

Five blinked and paused. "Ah I didn't introduce you. He's my husband".

"Hi", Peter waved a hand at the gobsmacked expressions. "My name is Peter, Peter Pan. Or is it Hargreeves? We didn't sort out the whole last name situation".

"I thought we were double barreling it". Five pressed the sandwiches closed and held one out to Peter wordlessly.

"But is it Pan-Hargreeves or Hargreeves-Pan?" Peter took the sandwich and bit into it. "This is better than I thought it would be", he muttered through a full mouth. A slight pleased twitch of the lips crossed over Five's face for a split second before he took a bite of his own sandwich.

"Wait, You're married?" Allison spoke up, finger pointing between the two boys. "I thought you said you were in the apocalypse".

"We were", Peter nodded. "And for about forty five years, give or take".

Luther sat back down in his seat. "So you're fifty eight?"

"No, my consciousness if fifty eight", Five sighed. "But apparently my body is now thirteen again".

"I'm fifty seven", Peter grinned. "But it seems that I'm thirteen too. It seems that we're the same age". He smirked at Five, who rolled his eyes.

"Wait, how does that even work?" Vanya asked.

"I kept saying the equations were off", Peter grumbled. Five rolled his eyes again.

"Yeah yeah. Just like the time you said that house looked safe".

"That doesn't count", Peter huffed. He spotted a newspaper on the table and went to pick it up, other hand holding the remains of his sandwich. "It seems we missed out on introducing me to your father", he waved the paper at his husband.

"How did you know that?" Luther eyed him suspiciously.

"What part of the future do you not understand?" Five shot him a look. "Heart failure huh?"

"Yeah", Diego nodded.

"No", Luther cut through.

"Hmm, nice to see nothing's changed". Five muttered as he turned to leave the room.

"Nice to meet you all", Peter nodded at his new sibling's in law with a smile.

"You too new adorable brother in law", Klaus waved with both hands as the blonde jogged after his husband. "Awww who would have thought that Five would get married?" His voiced echoed after them. "Especially to a boy like that". Klaus laughed. "I love family reunions, full of surprises".

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