Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

WAKING UP TO cold mornings was always a pleasure. Everything that surrounded anyone would all suddenly feel nice -- the air is crisp; beds become cozy; and drinking hot beverages now is way better than drinking some in the middle of summer. Cold mornings always felt like a breath of fresh air.

Sad to say, this particular cold morning was far from feeling like so.

The revolting sound of Y/N's alarm clock was one thing the one noise she had always tolerated every morning, considering that she was well-acquainted with the snooze button. But today seemed to push her to wake up at the wrong side of the bed.

Despite her alarm clock being silenced, distant chatters can suddenly be heard.

“Oh shit, I'm late!”

“I think should eat burgers for lunch.”

“7:00 A.M. Susan's probably already at the diner.”

“Oh, damn. I forgot to brush my teeth.”

She would've mistaken some of them for her own thoughts, if it weren't for the various range of voices. Not only that, but random images that were vigorously flashing across her mind was another thing forcing her to wake up. And man, did they push her buttons.

"Just shut the hell up!"

She was met with a pounding headache as she sat up to realize that there wasn't a single person in the room. Y/N inhaled sharply, thinking that she just woke up from a last minute, vivid dream. But the burning sore in her throat was saying otherwise, and it was conflicting with the crisp air. Furthermore, she found it unbelievable that she still felt delirious even after a long slumber.

Regardless of the way she felt ill hardly gave her the will to get away from her covers, Y/N stepped out of her bed. She let out a sneeze, unaware of how she flickered a like a hologram. For her mind was fixated on breakfast even with the town being louder and busier to her than usual.

Then again, perhaps this was merely another shitty morning after ending up with a shitty night, to which she didn't stop herself from bawling her eyes out to sleep.

When Y/N was on her way to the café, everything seemed to have been going smoothly like clockwork. She would sniffle up her runny nose from time to time, but other than that, she was starting to forget she had a bad morning.

Or so she thought.

Images people shooting with guns instantaneously flashed through her sight. The abrupt sounds of gunshots almost led her to drift her motorcycle to hit a post if she hadn't forgotten about her brakes.

She didn't quite understand why the people surrounded her looked at her with awe rather than with worry. Not to mention, they were looking around her as if she had an arch over her. It was even weirder when she could hear them comment on her out loud.

“Whoa...”

“How the heck did she do that?”

“That was remarkable.”

What the hell is wrong with these people? It was all the more reason she just went ahead and revved the engine to ride off once more.

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Number Five was getting to the bottom of Sy Grossman's case in his office at the CIA. But damn, was it so hard to concentrate when everything from his nose to his throat felt clogged, sore, and runny altogether.

And it was even harder to focus when last night's fiasco haunted him restless. It gotten to a point where he barely slept a wink. He didn't think he'd be so caught up with what he did to the girl last night.