When Luther saw the message from Claire Temple, he didn’t waste any time getting to the hospital. Sloane hadn’t been anywhere in sight when he’d emerged from the Hotel Oblivion and before he could question any of his siblings about where she was, he’d been brought here to San Francisco. Most of his siblings were here, too, except for Viktor and Diego who’d apparently been sent back home maybe a day after Luther’s own arrival, but none of them knew any more than he did. They all seemed to be from points in time before him, which left him having to wonder where the hell his wife was.
He didn’t know if he was any closer to having the answer to where she’d gone back home, but Sloane was here. She was in the hospital, which wasn’t great, but Luther had to believe she’d be okay. She had to be. Nurse Claire had said she was stable and Luther would hold onto that for now.
Sloane prided herself on understanding a lot of things that went on around her, but this… this made no sense. First, hotel Oblivion, and the guardians, and the ghost of her husband— suddenly, though she'd been standing on a lit star, she was in an office in San Francisco. They'd rushed her speech, rushed her to a medical facility, and she'd hardly had time to catch up with her own mind.
It wasn't until she mentioned that her name was Sloane Hargreeves that someone mentioned that they would reach out to the Hargreeves family. She didn't know if they had succeeded, if the others had gotten there, but she didn't know what to do other than wait and look out the window… viewing a world not facing imminent destruction.
It took Luther a few minutes to be allowed into see Sloane, because it wasn’t like he could show a marriage license or anything. Finally, he was allowed in to see his wife and he burst into the room, worry lining his face.
“Sloane.” Her name came out in a hoarse whisper and he rushed toward the bed, his hand instantly seeking hers.
She had been startled by the loud noise of him coming into the room, but that quickly shifted into happiness and then confusion. Her eyes swept the room, looking at first for any sign of Klaus bringing him back with his ghost magic, and then any sort of person who could trick, but saw nothing and no one.
"Luther…?" She said softly, and she clung to his hand. There was no question that this was her husband, despite the change in appearance. "How?"
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I think maybe we did it? The last thing I remember was coming out of the hotel and I was alive and, well, different. Then I was here.” He wasn’t sure how it had happened, what had brought him back to life.
“Klaus is outside,” he added, “but this isn’t him. It’s me. I don’t know how, but I’m alive.” He was quiet for a moment as he looked her over. “Are you alright?” he asked softly. After all, she was the one in the hospital bed.
Sloane smiled. Whatever they had done, it brought her husband back to her. It made everything worth it. She brought Luther's hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
"Guardian blade." She half shrugged, "a few stitches, no organs damaged or anything. Nothing I can't handle." She promised him. "Though I'm sure dad would have a way to heal it faster."
Luther shook his head. “Anything Dad had in mind wouldn’t be worth it.” He reached out, resting his palm against the side of her face. “This is good. You’re here. You’re alright. You’ll heal. That’s what matters.”
Sloane turned her head, and pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand. She didn’t even care about the ache in her lower stomach, she was just happy that her husband was here. “Have you been here long? They told me we’re in San Francisco. Have you gotten to see some of the sights?” She couldn’t wait to start their lives for real, out of the clutches of their father and impending doom.
“Less than a week,” he answered. “We’ll have to explore the sights together after they let you out of here.” San Francisco seemed nice enough, but the prospect of exploring it with his wife was even better.
“Klaus is here, too,” he added. “He’s just outside. Allison, Five and Ben are here, too.” Diego had been, too, but Luther hadn’t even really seen him before he’d vanished. “Our Ben,” he quickly amended. “He’s young here, from before he died. I can’t wait for you to meet him.”
There was a mixed feeling when Luther was quick to point out that his Ben was here. She was happy for her husband and his siblings, but on the same coin, Sloane loved her brother just as much as she had loved her other siblings. She tried to sit up a little more, with a wince, so that she could look out the window. “I would love to meet him,” She said honestly, “My Ben wasn’t always so bad, you know… it’s just how things get when there is so much pressure on him.” Of course, the pressure of being number one didn’t seem to affect Luther the same way it had Ben.
“I can’t wait to see them. And to see the sights with you.” She had always wanted to travel, this was her chance.
Luther did understand. It had been a little different for him, in the sense that things had played out differently in his timeline than hers, but the pressure of living up to that number would be hard on everyone. “Dad messed us all up in our own ways,” he admitted aloud. “I really hope I have a chance to see those other sides in your Ben, too.”
Smiling at his wife, he gently squeezed her hand. “And maybe after you get out of here, we can have an actual honeymoon. You know, since the world isn’t ending now.”
“Maybe… one day.” Sloane said softly, but she had to blink back tears. Would Luther ever know her brother? Where she was from, he was dead and her heart was utterly and truly destroyed. She squeezed his hand. “I would love that. Someplace quiet. Tropical. Anywhere with you.” She said softly.
“Just the two of us. No family drama, no apocalypses. Just us and a nice beach.” He smiled, bringing her hand up to his lips. “After you’re better, baby. And we both have jobs. We’ll plan something nice.”