You parted ways with your adoptive family after they saved the world for the fourth time. It was too much, too overwhelming.

Too many people.

Mainly, it was because you couldn't stand to be around Five. Not because you hated him, no, you two were inseparable well into your teenage years. It was just two weird. Allison and Luther had gotten together, Ben had died some years back and the family was back together. You were 26, while Five was in the body of a 17 year old. Mentally, he wasn't that, and you knew it. It was just weird because you loved him like he wasn't your family.

And he loved you like a lover would.

When the news came of the family needing you back to save the world once again, you reluctantly showed up. With a new image, far different from how they had last seen you. You had lost weight, become fit, chopped your once brown hair to just above your shoulders and dyed it white.

Your ability was all the same, though. You had a demon attached to you. Visible only through the darkness of your eyes, and the black tattoo on your throat that trailed it's way in a line to your bottom lip, there since birth. You were just as dangerous as he was.

It was fair to say he had missed you. He was still his... Bitter and blunt analytical self, but he had become kinder with you.

Enough for it to be noticeable.

You walked into the living room and Five did a double take, nearly choking on his coffee ever so subtly. It had been nearly a year and a half since he had seen you, and his eyes nearly lit up. Nearly.

"Well, she's back, the matchstick herself. Care to elaborate on your absence or why you just, I don't know, dissapeared? I've been dying to know." He said with an air of heavy sarcasm, expression soft behind the facade of cynicality.