Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 97

But how? How, when they'd gotten rid of it? She felt the doctor remove a part of her that day. She remembered seeing it after they pulled it out. She and her partner haven't done anything after that, in fear of making the same mistake.

She wasn't pregnant anymore ever since that day. She can't be in labor when she hasn't been pregnant in months. She can't just magically be in the third trimester in seconds.

That's impossible. That's absurd. Even more so, when images of a young lady surrounded by glowing forget-me-nots suddenly flashed before her eyes. She always adored those flowers. The best she could do was to close her eyes, and believe that this was all just a nightmare.

Alas, reality already felt real as soon as she heard a baby's cry after her last, forceful push.

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Present

"I'm so glad you're all right." Abigail exclaimed.

Y/N look around behind Abigail to see the rest of them watch this interaction. She could already hear their thoughts; and half of them -- particularly Five, Diego, Allison, and Lila -- are already jumping into a conclusion that she's a spy for Reginald Hargreeves.

Abigail pulled away just to get a good look at her. She brushed off a strand of hair out of her puzzled face, "My, you're even more beautiful when you're awake." She sighed out.

"Uhm... I hate to interrupt, but do you know each other or something?"

"Believe it or not, Luther, I have the same question." Y/N remarked.

"It's no matter," Abigail chimed, "I've only met her once, when she was unconscious. She was as peaceful as a myosotis." She explained as she turned back to Y/N. "And it's lovely to see you again, reunited with your family, despite their partial memory loss."

"Thanks." Y/N forced a tight-lipped smile, it would be lovelier if they remembered me, she replied internally. Nevertheless, this visit wasn't really about her; and she would prefer not to be stared at anymore. "So, about Ben..."

"Right." The awkward segue seemed to work as the others simultaneously looked away and back to the document Diego had at hand.

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The Thibideaus were feeling their own home, dancing and prancing the night away to Cher's Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves. They jammed with their own choreography, unaware of the massacre that was going on outside.

Outside was Ben battling against all their goons. This was where he felt Jennifer's presence, where there were loads of armed men guarding the whole area. And so, he had to take violent measures to get to her.

He tore each body from limb to limb with his tentacles -- if some of the guards were lucky enough, the would only get thrown out to the woods. They would scream bloody murder, nonetheless.

Because of those screams, Jean and Gene's dancing had taken a pause. "What was that?" Asked Jean while Gene looked out the window to see Ben with his tentacles out, making his way to Jennifer.

"Nothing we can't handle," Gene said as he caught his rifle.

"No shit."

On the other hand, Jennifer heard the way the lock was being fumbled outside. Her blood ran cold. What if it's Jean and Gene? She had to cover up her escape hole -- better yet, she should stall. That is, until the barn door slid open.

She felt a sense of relief as Ben waltzed in. He walked up to her, feeling each other deeply as they felt drawn to each other.

"I see 'em!"