Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

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THE GRANDFATHER PARADOX

It's New Jersey, 1953, and Elmer Tatelman hates his Grandfather.

Elmer Tatelman blames everything on his Grandfather. His mother's pain; his father's death; and his own, sad life.

"How many times do I have to tell you, no goddamn peas!"

"If you don't like what I cook, you go make it yourself!"

This could have been just another sad tale about soup, except for one thing. Elmer is about to invent time travel.

You see, Elmer has decided the key to his future happiness is to go back in time and kill his grandfather.

"Sidney Tatelman?"

"That's me."

All of a sudden, Elmer pointed a gun to the younger Sidney Tatelman. "Whoa!"

BANG!

Elmer completed his mission, but his made one, crucial mistake.

He went too far back in time.

You see, murdering his grandfather in 1905 meant that Elmer's mother didn't exist to meet his father in 1925. Which made certain that Elmer himself was never born.

Elmer killed his grandfather, so his mother was never born. But if his mother was never born, Elmer no longer exists. But if Elmer no longer exists, how could he possibly kill his grandfather?

And around and around we go.

Elmer has created a paradox, the Grandfather Paradox. The most pernicious problem in the Commission Handbook of Paradox Protocols.

This story is not true. But if it was true, Elmer would have placed time, space, and every living thing in grave peril.

Don't be an Elmer!

We've been lucky so far.

With your help, constant vigilance, and a little strategic violence, the Commission will make certain that nothing like this ever happens.

Or God help us all.

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Luther's night just got better after him and Sloane had a 'talk' before he left the Academy. As soon as Sloane let him out with stealth, he was prancing around the town as if he was a part of a musical.

It was definitely one thing that confirmed his relationship status with Sloane.

Once he reached the park, he danced and walked up to a lady who had small bouquets of flowers. He took one and gave it to one of the old women that sat on the benches.

He thought he was free to do whatever as if he was from the movie Enchanted. When in reality, he needed to pay for those flowers.

Following up were drunken men. When he bumped into them, one of them belched out his meal to the concrete floor. Making Luther pause in disgust.

But who cares? He's never been this happy his entire life, after all.

"Beautiful evening, isn't it?" He grinned at the drunken man.