The Fire Within (Five Hargreaves x reader)

*Five runs into the stall and takes out the file as Y/n waits outside the door. Not a minute later she hears heal footsteps coming toward them so Y/n hit the side of the stall to alert five that someone was coming as the sound of heels got closer and the door opens* 

Handler: Hello Blaze, It's good to see you. Are you waiting for Five?

Y/n: I am 

The Handler: (Walks into the second stall) So, how's your first day going?

Five: Couldn't be better.

Handler: Glad to hear it. (She starts making weird coughing noises) I burned my rugae. Ever burn your rugae?

Y/n: Can't say that I have

Handler:  Rugae. The ridges on the hard palate that help pass food to the esophagus. Anyway, I'm on a liquid diet for two days, hence the marathon of urination.

Y/n: (Whispers under her breath) I don't remember asking.

Handler: One faulty cog, and nothing works as it should. You know, we value integrity
at the office above all else. Trust is essential, and that trust is... built over time. But in the event of a breach, the Commission will act swiftly and without mercy. An efficiency I'm sure you both above all people can appreciate. I'm feeling peckish.Have you had your lunch?

Five: Not yet.

Handler: Great. How would you two like to lunch with me in my office? You can eat solid foods,
and I can live vicariously... (she pecks he head over five's stall)through you.

Y/n: (In her mind) What the Fuck? 

Five: Sounds great.

(The Handler leaves the bathroom and five comes out)

Y/n: You think she's onto us?

Five: No but she is definitely acting weird.

Y/n: Okay, let's just go to her office so she doesn't suspect anything. 

(Five and Y/n  leave and go to the handler's office... After eating Lunch)

Handler: (finishing her story) And that's how Phil determined that the archduke just had to go. Care for dessert?

Five: We had a bad Twinkie in the apocalypse once.

Y/n: It kind of put us off desserts.

Handler: Please, indulge me. (Five grabs one but Y/n doesn't) What's that taste like to you?

Five: The 1950s?

Handler: Precisely right. Our clever metaphysics division concocted a way to perfectly distill an entire decade into a single candy. This one's modeled after the Fudge Mutt, America's favorite in 1955. Blaze are you sure you don't want one?

Y/n: Yeah I'm good thank you. 

Five: Remarkable.

Handler: You'll be happy to know it's the very division that's building your new bodies. Oh, that reminds me. I have something for you. Carla?

Carla: Yes?

Handler: Would you bring the box in, please?

Carla: Certainly. (She goes to another room and comes back in with 2 boxes that she places in front of Y/n and Five) 

Handler: Go ahead. Open it. Clothes make the man, Five. And a Dress made especially for a powerful women, Blaze. Won't it be nice when you can actually wear then? Very soon, I assure you. They're perfecting your body as we speak.

Five: Thank you. It's a very kind gift.

Y/n: Is that a Chinese flamethrower?

Handler: Ah I knew that would catch your eye. Great technology for the time but not as officiant as you, Blaze. War. Such a fascinating concept. A temporary salve for a permanent human flaw. Course, it's a bit easier to see from 30,000 feet. These are just some of the things
I've collected in my travels. (She starts pointing out things in her office)  M26 grenades from the Vietnam War. And this, the most noteworthy, perhaps. My Walther pistol. The very one Hitler used to kill himself. We're not supposed to take these kind of things, but... he wasn't gonna use it anymore. Feel... how perfectly balanced that is.( She hands it to Y/n Who hands it to Five)

Five: we have some thoughts we wanted to run by you. Some suggestions
to improve Commission protocol.

Handler: Mm! Shaking things up already. I admire that. Go on Do tell!

Five: Gloria. The tube operator. Wouldn't it be simpler if case managers were to send their own messages?

Handler: I appreciate the thought. I really do. But everyone loves Gloria. I... I would never hear the end of it. She's been with the Commission family for years, and she's this close to making pension.

Five: I understand.

Hander: Wonderful, do you mind if I speak with number Eight for a minute?

Five: (Looks at Y/n as she nods)Sure. May I? (he points to the bowl of candy) 

Handler: Please. (He grabs some and leaves) 

Y/n: What did you want to talk about?

Handler: Blaze, You know.. I see myself in you. You are such a strong, powerful and intelligent women with clear leadership abilities.

Y/n: Where is this going? 

Handler: I believe that one day you could become a leader of the commission, but don't you think that Five is holding you back.

Y/n: What do you mean?

Handler: Come on Blaze, You want power, I can see it in your eyes. If you chose to you could have all the power in the world but Five's abilities are nothing compared to yours, same with your families. They just don't reach your level. I want to give you an opportunity to work with me and be the head of the elimination department. The best assassins would be under your command. And who knows.. I might turn a blind eye if you choose use that power for personal vengeance.  You have done so much for your family and Five, how about do something for yourself? 

Y/n: I'll have to think about it, but it honestly... sounds fun. 

Handler: Wonderful. 

Dot:(comes in) Sorry to interrupt. May I have a moment alone?

Y/n: Of course.

Handler: Duty calls. We'll continue this discussion later,
Blaze. (Dot come in while Y/n walks out and meets up with five)

Five: What was that about?

Y/n: Nothing important. But I think Dot is onto us. We need to keep an eye out. 

Five: Let's go to the tube room. Maybe we can intercept a message. (The walk to the tube room and enter without Gloria noticing and hide)