Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

ALTHOUGH KLAUS REFUSED to welcome his powers back into his system, he remained to be in tune with his spirituality.

He sat on the passenger seat, keeping himself warm as he shuffled his deck of tarot cards. Perhaps he could give himself a reading while he waited for his family to return with Jennifer Grossman, he thought. Maybe he could anticipate what's about to come in.

Ironically enough, the first one he pulled was the Lovers card, to which he dismissively groaned. "Oh, God. I mean, that's obvious," he remarked to himself, "I haven't been laid in months."

He tossed the first card on the dashboard and pulled another one. "The Tower." He winced at the card once more, "Loss of self-control." He stated, placing it next to the Lovers card.

Centering himself in one, deep and wishful breath subsequently had him pull another one. "Oh, shit!" This time, however, was a hard drop to the stomach, "Card of Death."

All of a sudden, he was finding it difficult to believe all these cards. He liked to believe that all of this was his paranoia talking rather than his strong intuition.

However, his dilemma got even more complicated when his eye spotted the Six of Cups card at the bottom of the deck. Thus, adding another bean for his gut feeling on his paranoia/intuition scale.

No longer having the energy to decipher what the cards were trying to say, Klaus cleaned up his tarot cards, "Well, that's enough tarot for one day." He commented, "I think I'll just leave that there."

It wasn't long before he was starting to realize that his family was taking their sweet time looking for Jennifer Grossman in such a small town. He was running out of things to do, "Come on," he sighed, "Where are they?" He asked himself.

His eyes landed on the glove compartment in front of him, knowing full-well what his brother, Five had put in it. Klaus hooked his finger on the handle and gingerly popped it open, pulling out the jar half-full of marigold.

"Hey, old friend."

He couldn't tear his eyes away from it, no matter how much he wanted to. Its glow and thrums of energy was drawing him in. I suppose it wouldn't be so bad, he thought as he watched pulps of the marigold swirl around inside the jar. It's not as if he mastered them with Reginald for nothing.

Then again, he did master it with lots of assistance -- substance assistance.

"No," and that's a risk he was not willing to take, "not today." He strained, plopping it back in the glove compartment.

With that being said, he focused all his thoughts wondering what's taking his family so long once again.

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Y/N was pulling on Diego's gear strap and Five's sleeve, urging the three of them to quit entertaining their curiosity and start running. "Let's go!" She gritted her teeth.

Unfortunately, the only cue they were able to get was when all townsmen pulled out their guns from every nook and cranny of the town. "We should go!" Diego declared.

"You think?" Y/N scoffed as they ducked and ran from the flying bullets.

The two pairs began to split, preventing to have all of them earn a deadly hit from their behind. The heat of the moment caught on as Five unconsciously took Y/N's hand and pulled her along with him as they ran.

"Gotta be Sy the dry cleaner!" Five shouted, "He screwed us--"

In the blink of an eye, Five and Y/N found themselves at a train station. Subsequently, it stopped them on their tracks. Both of them were perplexed, but Y/N was further into it, "What the..."