—𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉!

❛❛ 𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙉𝙊𝙒? ❜❜

~  ☂︎︎  ~

"𝙄 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘼𝘿𝙈𝙄𝙏, Number Five and (Y/N), in all the time that I've been here, I've never met, or seen anyone quite like you two."

The clacking of the Handler's heels against the floor were annoying me, but I continued to walk. Five's hand slipped into mine, and he squeezed it for reassurance. "Hazel and Cha Cha, for example, are talented, certainly, but they can't see the big picture. Five's spunk, and," The Handler paused to look back at me, "and Eight's powerful spirit. If things work out here, you could potentially make fine successors." I rolled my eyes at this woman. Everything about her annoyed me, down to her perfect blonde curls.

"I'd like to discuss the logistics of my family's safety, of your earlier convenience." Why do they all sound so polite? I honestly just want to yell "Fuck this!" and leave. "As well as this body replacement." I sighed, knowing that he was still 58 mentally. The Handler smiled. "Such chutzpah."

Such what now?

"It's refreshing, I'll admit. Slow down Five, all in good time. We have all the time in the world," she said, gesturing to the space around her. We continued to walk through the building. I was barley listening to a word she was saying, only nodding every time she looked over at me. "Based on that information, the Commission sends messages via pneumatic tube to temporal assassins like you formerly were. Any queries so far?" Yeah, why are you still talking? Of course, I didn't say that out loud, but I still had the urge to suck the life out of her with my powers. "Five, (Y/N), meet Dot. Dot is responsible for all apocalypse matters. In fact, it was Dot here who flagged your appearance in 2019," she said, gesturing to a woman with a bright happy smile. I hated her already.

"I suspect you two like the challenge," The Handler said, leading us over to two desks. "Which is why I've you two a fairly complex first case," she added, handing me a folder with what I suspect is information. "Any who, if you have any questions, I'll be right behind you."

Surprisingly, I caught on quickly to Five's system and equations. An hour and a half into our work, we seemed to be doing pretty well. I felt someone tap my shoulder. "Hiya Five, (Y/N). How's it going?" Dot asked, her wide smile reaching her ears. "We must have utter silence in order to complete this task," Five said, not bothering to face Dot as he typed away. Trying to be a little sympathetic, I gave her a small smile and a thumbs up. She smiled even wider and turned back to her work. Five and I typed away until our paper popped out. "Done!" I declared, and gave it to Five, who rolled it and shoved it inside a tube.

I followed Five into a room. "Five, it's not there."

"Just follow me (Y/N)."

We continued to walk until I heard a voice. I jumped, slightly startled, and turned around, grabbing Five's hand. "I'm afraid that's not procedure," The Handler's voice said behind me. "Meet Gloria. This is her job, not yours," she said, gesturing to a lovely old woman. "Gloria, meet Number Five and (Y/N)." The old woman gave us a smile. I shook her hand while Five stood to the side.

The Handler grabbed the paper Five rolled into the tube. "Oh, Karl Weber. Now tell me, why unfortunate Karl?"

"Karl Weber is the butcher at the shop where Captain Ernst A. Leghaman acquires his weekly roast," I began. "So, if Karl dies, his store is passed on to his son Otto, who never washes his hands," Five continues. "Which is disgusting," I add. "So he's the one who gives the Captain his roast!" The Handler exclaims, a look a realization beginning to form on her face.

"That would give him food poisoning."

"That would make him late for work," Five continued.

"Which delays the take-off," The Handler proceeded to contribute.

"And to make up for lost time, the Hindenburg flies through a weather front of high electrical charge and humidity," I said. "And the static electricity inside the aircraft makes it a virtual tinderbox," The Handler said, a small smile appearing on her face. It was nice to know we all had the same train of thought. "And just like that we have..." Five completed, making an explosion sound and gesture with his hands. We all laughed, well, more like me giving an awkward chuckle. The Handler sent our paper down the tube and we walked back to our workplace where she began to talk to everyone working there. "I'm sure you've all heard that Mr. Five and Ms. (Y/N) have proven to be as adept with a pen as he was with a sword, and she was with her powers," The Handler said, placing a hand on each of our backs. "Let their efforts serve as inspiration." Five and I only gave short, curt smiles.

Five led me away, grabbing a folder off the top of Dot's desk. "What are you doing?" I whisper-shouted at him. "Come on," he said, leading me into a bathroom stall. He closed the door, making sure no one was was inside the bathroom. "What happen-"

I was cutoff by a kiss from Five. We pulled away for air, but quickly went back into another kiss. His hands went around my waist while my arms rested on his shoulders. I heard the sound of heels clacking on the floor.

"Shit," I said, and gestured for Five to get into another stall. He did as I said, making sure to be silent. "How's your first day going Eight?" The Handle asked. I looked under, checking on Five to see if he was ok before responding with, "Couldn't be better." I, in no way, sounded enthusiastic. But, I try. "Glad to hear," The Handler replied.

I cringed in disgust hearing her pee. I know, we all do it, but I honestly don't think you shouldn't be talking to someone on the toilet. The Handler went into a coughing fit. "I burned my rugae. Have you ever burned your ruage?" The Handler asked. "Not that I remember," I said with a nervous chuckle. "You know, we value integrity above it all at the office," The Handler said.

"I'm feeling peckish, have you had your lunch?" she asked. "No, not yet," I replied. Why the hell is this woman still talking? "Great! Would you like to have lunch in my office?" She leaned over the door to look at me. "Sounds great." God, this woman is a psychopath.

"And that's how Phil decided the archduke had to go," she said, sipping on her drink. I've had enough of this. "I'm going to the bathroom," I said, getting out of my seat, wiping my hands on my skirt. "If you will excuse me," I muttered, quickly walking to my workplace. I placed a note on Five's desk.

Meet me at the academy (this morning). Bring a briefcase.

-Eight

I straightened my jacket, and left.

—𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀!
Hello hello hello! Happy Pride Month!!! Sorry for the late update, had a pretty busy weekend. On that note, I sprained my ankle on Thursday. Take into consideration I had sprained the other ankle one week beforehand. With that ankle, I did my hip hop performance and my volleyball tournament (we won 5/6 games). Also, I went to my first ever concert, which was Wazzmatazz at the Shoreline Amphitheatre. Halsey was amazing. Anyway, thank you so much for the 5k reads!
-AJ

QOTD: Favorite regeneration from Doctor Who? (if you haven't watched, then are you going anywhere over the summer?)

AOTD: Matt Smith or David Tennant. Sorry to say, but I wasn't a super big fan of Capaldi. (to answer the second question, I'm going to Japan at the end of the month!)

Oh, also: