Something to Hold Onto
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09-01-2019, 04:49 PM
"If only Sir Reginald could see us now. The Umbrella Academy... a total failure."

The great last words of Diego Hargreeves at the end of it all, and a real Debbie downer they were in Five's opinion as he paced back and forth behind his siblings watching the chunk of the moon hurling towards Earth.

"At least we're together at the end, as a family." Luther, his cringe-inspiring sentimental. Was everyone going to just give up like this?! Five tousled his hair, looking at the floor, to the sky light of doom, to his siblings and finally it dawned on him. Yes, of course!!

"This doesn't have to be the end!" He exclaimed to them, their gaze falling to the wisest of them all (at least mental state wise). He has a rather crazy, insane look in his eyes, the eyes of a desperate man willing to do whatever it takes to protect his family. 

"What? What are you saying Five?" Luther asked, still resigned this was truly it.

"I think I have a way outta here, you gotta trust me on this." He tried to assure them.

A chorus of 'no's' echoed as they all thought it best to watch the bits of the moon come down upon them. Were they all really that blind to the  solution?? Five bit his lip and threw up his hands. " Well, then we might as well accept our fate because in less than a minute we're all gonna be vaporized!"

"What's your idea then?" Diego turns with a curt lip and Five's surprised it's him of all the siblings to give his idea a chance of hearing.

"We use my ability to time travel, but this time, I'll take you with me..." He says, glancing back down at where Allison held the unconscious Vanya in her arms. 

"You can do that?" Diego asks him, sounding uncertain but perhaps more than a little impressed at the notion.

"I don't know, I've never tried it before." He has to be honest. He had been able to teleport with Vanya as kids though, so if he managed that, how much more difficult could time traveling with six other people be?

"...what's the worst that can happen?" Diego looks toward the others, clearly taken with the idea and the others seem to slowly beginning to see that this was their best shot at escaping the end.

"You're looking at it, a 58 year old man inside a child's body so there's that..." Five hated reminding himself of this but hey, he'd rather avoid death a bit longer, so he would take his chances of ending up in an even younger state by going back with them all. And so when they all seemed convinced that this was the plan, Five, trying not to seem too proud of himself for taking Number One's precious leader role, he turned toward where his two sisters were and took initiative.

"Luther! Grab Vanya." They didn't have much time left! He had to do the calculations quickly in his head or else this was not going to work. 

"Wait, should we be taking her? Well, if she's the cause of the Apocalypse isn't that like taking the bomb with us?" Of course Luther, being the true giant dumbass he was, had to be the one to argue with him on taking the most important person back with them. There was no way in hell he was leaving his favorite person behind even if she had been the cause of what was currently happening around them. Besides, he had a solution for that too.

"The Apocalypse will always happen and Vanya will always be the cause- unless we take her with us and fix her" He explained, voice low, as if perhaps Vanya could hear him through her unconscious state, and as if she needed to know the truth just yet. She was probably not even aware of what she had been doing the entire time and Five was convinced of that. But he was adamant about what he said, they would find a way to get back to a safe point in time and work with her on her powers. They were dangerous sure, but with the right training and emotional support (which apparently five had been the last person to give her not counting the nameless one Five didn't even know about at the moment!), she could use them for good rather than total annihilation.

And with that, Five had them all get into a circle, holding out his hand to Diego to take and then toward Allison. He looked upwards, trying to not think about the next few minutes when their bodies would be burned to crisps like burnt bacon, and squared his jaw, closing his eyes as he focused on the ones around him and where in time he wanted them to go. The dates were sort of fuzzy but he knew at least a dozen or so years would be enough time, and found his eyes beholding the great blue anomaly of light that started to appear above them. It was working!

"Hold on! This could get messy!" Five yelled through the static and noise of space and time shifting around them. His eyes looked around for the last few seconds before the jump, feeling the heat and tension in his body and for just a moment he thought he saw them all as they were as kids. Was it a trick of the light? A hiccup in the time equation? But when he looked again just before he felt himself become weightless they were all as they should be. 

And with that, the world turned upside down and they vanished with a pop.

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09-02-2019, 08:52 PM
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November 20th, 1963
You've shown them, now they fear you.
Vanya awoke with a scream. The location no longer the theater, but the park instead. Her head ached, her ears rang like nothing she ever felt before. She was in pain, her eyes stung from tears that had since dried and her very limbs felt weak. What happened? She remembered bits and pieces, things that seemed like dreams and others like nightmares. She rubbed her eyes and rolled to her side where her bow and violin had been laid beside her.  How did she get there? Why was she there? her eyes closed tight, the remnants of black eyeliner running along her cheeks again when she pulled herself to the ground and hands brushed away the grass and dirt from the black suit she had been wearing for her concert.  The concert! " Shit, shit, shit! " Vanya said, her hand running through her hair trying to make something of her knotted dark locks and the bits of leaves that had fallen into it. 

" Damn it! " She scolded herself. The concert had been going nicely, so nicely until her siblings showed up and.. no. No no no! Vanya was running before she even realized, her steps in shoes that were completely uncomfortable no longer phasing her when violin so often held with care was instead held by it's neck as she dashed with bow in her other hand like a sword.  People looked at her, she could hear the whispering and she could feel the power in her building with a need to react. But she couldn't, she had to see something with her own eyes as steps moved forward and she nearly shoved someone over as she made her way to the same street she had been so accustomed to.   Now it looked different, more old fashion. Just.. wrong. It was only then that Vanya focused on her surroundings more, how the cars had all been antique,  how people were muttering of the President, causing Vanya to scoff. How long ago had Kennedy been president!? Her steps slowed, her attention drawn to a newspaper stand which had it's lock quickly obliterated when she merely flicked her finger against it and the soundwaves caused it to crumble into brittle metal. A paper was ripped from it's confines and eyes peered at the top when they narrowed in confusion. " The 60's?! " The paper curled up and tucked just under her arm as the walk continued on that seemingly cool autumn afternoon. 

It was when she reached her old home that steps had slowed.  How was the Umbrella Academy still standing? She demolished it.  And yet.. there it was. Old memories came back, even when Vanya tried to fight them away. She didn't want a repeat, not when the last thing had been her own brothers at her mercy. In her mind, she had her younger voice demanding blood, crying for the justice they had long sought, but that wasn't her. She couldn't let that be her.  It wasn't their fault Reginald had feared her, had they known all along that she was one of them.. they may have cared more.  She winced at the emotions, the door knob of the manor already rattling as she reached out for it in fear.  If her siblings were here, they may have been waiting for her and she hadn't felt that it would be for forgiveness.

Her upper teeth bit into her lower lip so hard she risked drawing blood as she leaned against the door with a straining gasp of air exiting her lungs. A part of her wanted to just scream, but there was no voice coming out and even thought alone hurt from the ringing she still heard in her ears that went straight to her head. Instead, she pounded on the door, one closed fist strike after another, and another, and another as she felt her legs wanting to give under her weight. " Five? FIVE!? " Why was she in the sixties? How did that happen?! There was only one person she knew who could have explained it, and she hadn't even known if he were there. Was this punishment? Was this the way they dealt with her now? A soundproof room couldn't contain her so she was thrown into the past where she could no longer matter? It stung, almost as badly as the very pain in her head as she set her hands over her ears when she could no longer pound on the door and instead soft whimpers left her lips.  

Someone had to help, even if she knew she hadn't deserved it.

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09-03-2019, 05:16 PM
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November 20th, 1963
The Ties that bind you together make you stronger than you are alone.
- Sir Reginald Hargreeves
Five could feel his grasp already loosening as the plunge into the past washed over the seven siblings. He didn't even have the breath to curse as the air seemed to be forced out of his lungs and he felt like he was strangling, gasping for something, anything, but the feeling of falling into that deep icy pool of nothingness remained. Those words of the indomitable old man rang in his ears loudly and annoyingly: 'You must become the master of your own life... or else it will become master over you.'  Five didn't know if those words had been spoken to him or one of the others; it seemed to be a phrase taken out of time, caught between the swirling vortex of the spatial continuum. Going back was akin to jumping forward but more stomach-lurching as he felt like he was doing consecutive back flips underwater. He felt himself almost being ripped apart and his insides going outside his body as he waited for eons for the pain to stop until finally.

He was there- wherever there was at least.

His head felt like a beehive and his body ached all over as he found himself sitting up in a familiar place. The courtyard of the Academy. Five recognized the tall oak tree instantly but a few things were different. For one, the statue of Ben wasn't there and the garden was over grown with weeds, something that wouldn't have been the case if the man that owned the house were there. But he couldn't be there, he was dead. And Five knew that time could be confusing but somethings didn't come back when one reversed the clock. Even still, Five felt an odd presence about him as he stood up shakily and finally looked down at his hands and feet. At least everything looked the same as it had been before, nothing younger, nothing older- so at least his physical state had remained in tact not withstanding. But then he realized. Shit! Where were the others?!

"Guys? Hello!" Five steered around in a circle, as if expecting one of Diego's knives to come hurtling toward him any second now or Luther's big ass knocking down the door to greet him. But nothing happened. It was just quiet. Too quiet. It unnerved him, especially because he wasn't sure when exactly he had landed or if he had screwed up again and was now left alone by himself. But at least the world was still standing in this time at least...

Keep it together Five, just work out the problem to find the solution. A calmer voice than he felt told him as he adjusted his tie, a force of habit, as he turned toward the door to the mansion and blinked on through, already familiar with the layout to not bother with seeing if the door was unlocked or not. And as he came into the house he immediately saw that it was definitely the same Academy he had known from other past and previous present, but it was emptier somehow. Enough dust had collected on the furniture to know that no one had occupied this place in some time. It was cold, and that unfeeling absence of warmth that was there when Sir Reginald was alive was as evident as ever. He shivered. 

It didn't take Five long to find a working television and a frown puzzled him as he saw how very old it looked, even for this house. He switched on what he suspected was the 'on' switch and he was met by a black and white picture of some news broadcaster. The man wore a formal suit and tie and was talking about how the weather would be for that afternoon before they cut to a special report concerning the president. When he saw exactly who that was however Five's brows shot up and he had a sense of grave de ja vu. 

'My fellow Americans...'

The accent and face were unmistakable. Kennedy. And now he knew where they had landed, or at least he had. He cursed himself silently, realizing he had gotten the equations wrong in his head once again. He hadn't meant to go this far back! Well, he thought, it would just have to do, because he sure as hell wasn't going to try jumping forward. So right! Now that he knew when and where he was, now he just had to figure out where the rest of his family ended up.

He wondered if the jump had scattered them in the same period, he could only hope, but they couldn't have been too far apart, right? And if they weren't hurt too badly he figured (or at least he HOPED), they would think about regrouping at the Academy. But then again, most of his family weren't the brightest crayons in the box... Five lifted his hands to his face and sighed, feeling like utter shit, and realizing he might as well regain his strength before going out to look for them. So with that he went to the closest comfy place he could find, the couch, and laid down, closing his eyes, at least for a few hours...

When he opened them again it was to the pounding noise from the front of the house. He immediately sat up, jumping to a stance as his eyes frantically searched around him for something he could use for a weapon (just in case it wasn't one of his siblings) and settled for one of the swords sheathed to a coat of arms on the wall and found himself creeping toward the front door, noting that the pounding had stopped. He tried to shake off the daze of sleep from his mind as he approached the door, keeping the sword low to strike as he unlocked the bolt and braced himself as he opened it just so wide...

When he heard the whimpering he almost thought that it might have been some sort of wounded animal but then he cracked the door open more and he saw the familiar long hair and pale face of none other than Vanya. He immediately opened the door the rest of the way, his eyes frantic with relief and worry as the sword dropped mindlessly from his hand and clammered somewhere behind him as he jumped to her side. 

"Vanya! Thank Christ." He was actually very glad to see that it was her. Because anyone else he probably would have simply glared at and told them 'took you long enough!' but this was Vanya, his Vanya, and regardless of what had transpired over the past 24 hours in their own times, he would have welcomed her in just the same. He found himself pulling her inside, careful not to rush her too much incase she were somehow hurt. He recalled what had happened with the gun and Allison, having watched it all play out in his pain-streaked eyes as he remembered being held up by Vanya's great power. He had been so afraid, not that he might have been facing the end, but watching Allison behind her about to make the choice none of them were willing to make, before shooting to her side, the impacting noise of the bullet knocking her unconscious. Seeing her here now he wondered if she could even hear him as he spoke, not being near deaf from the encounter. So he kept his words low and quiet in case her hearing were still sensitive to sound.

"Come in, don't worry I'm the only one here." He didn't know why he felt the need to say that, perhaps to assure her that she wouldn't be bombarded by all the excess noise, or perhaps to appease her state of mind so she wouldn't feel like she was being threatened by the others. He had always had a better way of handling her than the others, something he hadn't forgotten even after all these years away from her. And so Five guided her inside and made sure the door was properly locked behind them as he waited to see how she would react to seeing him. He had nothing but concern and perhaps a bit of hesitation as he watched her now.  

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09-04-2019, 12:36 PM
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November 20th, 1963
When Extra Ordinary turns Extraordinary
Her hearing that had been forever sensitive was now like a drum pounding against her head repeatedly. The buzzing from within, the constant ringing from the gunfire, it hurt a lot and hadn't helped her mood any. Vanya knew she may have been wrong, but then that was before she was locked away and forgotten about. A part of her angry that somehow they had even escaped her.  No, she hadn't known of the world ending, at least not by her own doing. But she had known that her brothers and sisters had tried to just toss her away when she was more powerful than all of them! She proved that! And yet, Five.  Five was still that weakness. Even having to have him held down by her own abilities when he attempted to jump her like the other bad boys had. Her eyes rolled at the thought once more, ignoring that he seemed happy to even see her. No. She was in too much pain to care about happy reunions. 

" What the hell are we doing here!? " Vanya instead said, her own hands resting against her ears in an attempt to dull the sounds she hadn't wanted to hear. " Why did you take me here!? " She couldn't help not getting upset all over again, her own temper rising which only threatened more use of her powers again. " Where are the others? " The difference between Five and them had been said in her words. A slight disgust in her voice at the mention of the others. Maybe Five was the only sane one, the one who hadn't been there when she was locked up, how he hadn't seemed to try and bullshit her like Allison did with all that fake caring crap that she suddenly wanted to spread.  The others could fear her, that was fine. That was just what she wanted and yet with Five.. Vanya really wasn't sure what she wanted or what she should even expect. 

Instead, eyes that ranged from brown to a glowing silverish color had watched him closely when she had been pulled inside and she merely let herself remain on the floor where she was happier as legs stretched and bended just under her to a more comfortable position and eyes broke their look on him to look at the violin she was still holding. Vanya didn't know what she wanted to do. That was the part that left her the most frightened. One minute her mind was full of avenging the wrong doing that ruined her young life. The other, unsure if her 'siblings' should even be blamed for the injustice.  They were all kids, all stupid kids. Just, one had been lied to all along, one had always gotten the short end of the stick, and that was the one that had now been at wits end and pulled in two different directions. She wanted to hug Five, almost as much as she could imagine throwing him through a wall for leaving her on her own. 

She winced, eyes watering from the pain when at times she felt it intensified so much that she thought her own head was on the verge of exploding. But it were sounds, the sounds around her that she couldn't help but to focus on the most. The sound of a clock kicking away, Five's voice, her heartbeat, his heartbeat, the tv in the distance, everything that was so much at one time for her that she wanted to just scream to make it all go away when some of the books from the nearby bookshelf began falling over when she had to focus on something and her telekinesis had to have at something.  Vanya shuddered, she didn't even know why she was acting like this. It wasn't right, she knew it wasn't right! And so she did the next best thing, something that always seemed to work as a youth. She simply laid herself on the floor with knees curling up and eyes closing tightly with her hands folding over her ears.  Perhaps it was a bit childish, but it made things go away.  Things like the noises, the powers, the boy who ran when she cared.  Everything.

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09-05-2019, 10:08 AM
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November 20th, 1963
Time-Travel is a crap shoot.
Five thought it best not to reply right away as he heard her heated words. She was upset, and she wouldn't listen to anything he had to say, no matter how calmly he said it, until she was past this point. The way she spoke reminded him when they were both young and she was ranting and raving about something Diego or Allison had done to make her mad. Or like the time Klaus had taken her violin and was using it to put on a bed and breakfast show with his tea set stuffed animals (that guy had ISSUES). Seeing her like this as a grown woman was almost laughable, if not a bit off putting. He tried to remain neutral faced as not to set her off as he ignored her questions for favor of blinking to the kitchen and grabbing a clean towel to run it over some cold water. When he teleported back he saw that she had laid herself on the floor in a near fetal position and he wanted to roll his eyes. Oh Vanya, he thought, look what the end of the world has done to you?

He settled with crouching down by her head, moving the rag over her forehead gently as he felt the heat radiating off of her body in waves. He simply stared at her pitifully, wondering what he could say to make her pain go away. He figured starting with the truth might help, but then again, the truth was ugly and could even set her off worse. He was only vaguely aware that there were a few books fallen off the shelves around them, but honestly he was too caught up in Vanya's torture to care.

"Come now Vanya, it's not the end of the world." He soothed, wincing slightly at his use of a the phrase. But wasn't it true?? He was half tempted to tell her she should be thanking him for saving all of them like he had promised himself he would. Even at the end, he had been the sole one to keep them all from dying in the Apocalypse, except for the rest of the forty billion something people... Well, at least they would all get a second chance (hopefully) in this second life. "Years of suppressed powers, shitty siblings not returning your calls, and endless pills diluting the mind make for a lousy pent up frustration headache, hm?" He kept his voice soft and soothing as he wiped at her face now, pulling back slightly as he leaned over her, his mouth firmly set in a line but his eyes taken on a soft leaf green. "Speaking of them, I'm not sure where they ended up: and as for why we're here, well, at the time, it seemed the only viable course of action." He was being purposefully ambiguous, dancing around the elephant in the room, as he laid a hand to rest on her back, finding himself stroking her hair like he used to when she was upset as a teenager. He hoped it would help. Five had never been the most comforting type of person (Dolores could attest to that!), but with Vanya it seemed to come naturally to him. 

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09-08-2019, 12:36 AM
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November 20th, 1963
When Extra Ordinary turns Extraordinary
Maybe it wasn't one of the finest moments in her life, the way that everything had come front and center on the very damaged Vanya Hargreeves. The way that a grown woman was reduced to a near fetal position and powers that were new to her that had been hidden all along were now at their full potential and ready to strike down anything and anyone that stood in their way. It was a lot to take in,  even more so from someone who didn't go a day without being reminded how she was nothing compared to the others around her.  An ordinary person, even less, one who was nothing special.  A painful truth that was now more or less a lie all along. She could have been one of them,  one that got to do missions, one that was seen and loved by others, one that actually fit in with everyone.  And yet,  that wasn't the case. 

Her eyes stayed closed, continuing to wish that she could just reopen them and find everything gone.  There was the pain, that ongoing ringing in her ears that somehow went over everything else that she could hear. She didn't know what happened, or even had known how fortunate she was to not be entirely deaf.  But more important, had been that she failed to even see how her sister had essentially spared her life, and how her siblings did come through in the end to save her. All of which, were things that Vanya had been unable to see.  She only knew that now she was trapped in the age of hippies and LSD and stuck alongside Five. The only person she would have liked to be stuck with, despite the worries that he' d just leave again the moment he was bored or felt like he needed to show off to someone else like he had seventeen years prior.  

She was doing what she could. How all that ugliness was coming out now, the resentment she had towards her siblings and how they had always been complaining of how their Father treated them, when no one had been treated like she had been. At least he let them be something,  all she could do was stay behind and practice on her violin.  Vanya was so unimportant she wasn't even allowed to take part in family portraits.  No one, no one at all would know she was even a Hargreeves had it not been for her book, a book that somehow even still managed to piss everyone else off when she opened up about all their truth. But then there was Five. The opposite of all of that. 

Vanya hadn't even noticed he had gone, much less returned when she only opened her eyes to the shock of the cold water touching her forehead. She was burning up, just from adrenaline, powers spiking and everything all in between. " Did you know? " Words were slow, much lower than they could be. It wasn't as though she were speaking a secret, but right now even the sound of her own voice had been uncomfortable.   " About me? What I could do? " It may have been silly, but she had to know if he too had known all along and pretended otherwise. One thing was certain, she had to nod to his words. She couldn't agree more with what he said, even if he did downplay it just a little.  " So the world didn't end? " They were sitting there, but then again.  It was the 60's, they were in the only home they knew again, and well.  She wasn't sure if maybe that just meant that the two were in Hell and that this was some sick afterlife that they were trapped in.  

Vanya knew she should sit up, but yet made little effort to do so. Her face still red and tears still streaming from her cheeks when she did little to try and hide those emotions she so often kept bottled up and away from others. " It's better they stay away. " For their own sake.  How sad that little Number Seven had to go and burst their superhero bubbles when it turned out that she was not only more useful than they ever chose to give her credit for, but that she could mop the floor with their asses any day of the week.  True, she hadn't wanted to hurt them,  she was happy to see Allison survived her unintended attack.  But it hadn't meant she wanted to face them,  as far as she was concerned she was gone from their lives.  " My head hurts. Did someone hit me? " She had no visible bumps, but damn.  If she didn't know any better she'd swear she was hit by a tractor trailer truck! 

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09-09-2019, 09:51 PM
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November 20th, 1963
Who cares if dad messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us? No.
Five couldn't possibly understand what it must have felt like to Vanya to grow up ordinary apart from six other super-powered siblings to finding out she had powers that had somehow been suppressed all those years until one point in time, only to find those very same powers she had hoped to have (and she had shared that hope with him plenty of times in their youth), be the very thing to destroy everything she cared about. If anyone had a high burden to carry it was Vanya Hargreeves. But he wasn't even sure she was aware of that burden yet and he dreaded the thought of him being the one to tell her. He bit his lip slightly as he watched her tentatively, stroking the rag over her face gingerly as she started to talk to him.

"No, but I had suspected as much." He told her truthfully, and how could he not have suspected? His high intellect and his logical reasoning had always thought Vanya was more capable than she appeared to be. She had the aptitude, just not the ability, that he had been aware of. But all this time it had been right infront of their noses, supposedly held back by the pills Reginald had forced her to take for her anxieties. While she had had those, and probably in fact due to the old man's horrible rearing and constant punishment to Vanya for simply existing as the ordinary Hargreeves, they had been meant for a greater purpose than even she had been aware of. He still wasn't sure exactly how she could have not known she was special as a child, because surely her powers must have manifested at some point then like the rest of them? He remembered one point in time, when they were much younger, when she had been away for a while, separated from the rest and Sir Reginald had mentioned something about her taken ill and needing to be quarantined from the rest for fear of spreading the sick. Could that have been when all of this repression and secrecy had started? Had she been made to forget she was special? That could be the only explanation why she had such that negative idea of herself as the plain ordinary one. 

But as Five watched her now, so oblivious to the facts so clear inside his head, and so much hurting from things she didn't yet comprehend herself, the mentally old adult could understand some of the things she was feeling. Confusion, lost, betrayed perhaps? He hadn't been there before the Academy had collapsed and his siblings hadn't had much time to fill him in, but if they had known about her... they would have definitely been weary of her. And hadn't Allison been hurt? (had that been done by Vanya in some sort of sisterly dispute?) They had never been close but toward the end there Allison had tried to reconcile the sort of relationship she might have hoped for now that she was older and somewhat wiser (though that was pushing it for the superstar). So if that had been the case, Luther, being the God-sent "Number One" of the universe, would have taken it upon himself to lock Vanya away which was a shit move in itself. Vanya hated being locked away and isolated from others. It was one of the core roots to her anxiety and depression, and if Five had been there maybe he could have put an end to the ridiculous fear mongering, and had Vanya out and on her way to a healthy style of living with these new found gifts soon enough. But what could have been will never be, and Five understood that more than most having lived with his past mistakes. Leaving being the paramount example. But seeing Vanya here, it reminded him of when he was stuck in the Apocalyptic waste, so scared, uncertain of what would become of him and struggling to do everything in his power to hold onto life, even when it seemed pointless to continue living in it. But Five had always been stubborn, and not even death could get him to bow.

At her next question Five judged her with a look of sympathy. He needed to tell her. But he couldn't find the words, exactly... "Not exactly, no." not for us at least. He felt that part off though. He pursed his lips and brought the hand holding the cloth back to rest upon his knee as he could see her face better. He wished there was some magic word he could say to cure her sudden pain, the physical at least. He'd take the rest of it away too if he could. But the universe wasn't so generous these days. Not to him at least. He sighed and made to sit down, figuring he might as well be comfortable, a selfish thought amidst her sorrow but hell didn't he deserve it? He'd saved them all! And really he hadn't had a decent comfortable moment for the past eight fucking days. Not since he'd decided to come back to stop this doomed reality from ever happening. 

"They don't hate you, you know." He pointed out softly, reading her mind slightly, knowing how she must think they all think of her. She had said as much to him the day he'd gotten back and she was confessing that fear in light of her book. But she had never truly thought they cared much for her when Five could see that they were simply untrained with dealing with her. They had never spent the time that Five had with her as teens. They were all selfishly enveloped with their own hobbies or pursuits to care about the one odd ball in their group. And it was easier for them to ignore her than try to understand what they didn't know. While Five had been somewhat ignorant to how Vanya felt being the black sheep, he had been drawn to her more than the others because of that. Because he felt a part of him related to her not fitting in quite so well. As far as their temperaments, those were quite different, but they shared the same interests more or less and she put up with his bullshit. She was always so kind and patient to him when the others only had harsh and aggravated retorts to his moods. And with her he didn't see her non-ability as a disadvantage, it was simply a different point of view she held, making her special from the rest. She never knew the glamor of the Academy, the stress of the job, the need to impress, she simply lived to be, well, her. Along with her music, she was simply a humble, caring human being. She grounded Five to the real world, even though she didn't know much more about it than the rest of them had. Not until it was too late.

He couldn't help but run a thumb over her messy bangs, being careful not to apply too much pressure as he let a small smirk show. "Bullet recoil, it's a bitch." He told her, looking ahead off to the farthest wall into the next room of the mansion where his portrait should have been, in an another time-stream, which now housed a picture of Reginald himself, looking much younger but still as cold as ever. He looked back down at Vanya, his lips thin-lined once more as he paused his thumb-stroking. "What do you remember?" He settled with that basic question, seeing if she could fill in any of the dots for him at least. He waited patiently for her to answer.

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She shouldn't have thought anything different, Five had always been one of the only people she could trust growing up. But yet, she couldn't say much when everything in her own life had finally started looking up, and he was busy chasing ways to prevent the end of the world.  By the time it did come down to her possibly needing to speak with him, than everything had already gone to hell and there they were. " I thought so, you were the only person who gave a damn. " She muttered. A part of her ashamed to even assume, and a part of her still bitter from the way the others had treated her all along. " Dad knew all along, and Pogo, neither one of them felt I should know. "  All that time of wishing she were like her siblings, and now Vanya had really no idea if she should be happy she was the same or disappointed that she hadn't been the normal one after all. If she were still normal, nothing would have happened. Everyone would be going on with their lives, and Vanya would still be invisible, forgotten, endlessly alone and possibly better off.  The anger was fading, but what had been replacing it hadn't been better. That depression, that feeling that she wanted nothing more than to simply curl up and vanish. All the trouble she caused, all the pain she inflicted. The way that she at one point felt all that just revenge and punished her siblings, and now, she hadn't known what to do and on top of it, her head hurt so fucking badly that she couldn't even think without wincing. 

There was just so much on her mind, and so much that she had to sort on if she wished to say or not.  She'd been a fool, she let Leonard...or Harold or whatever his name was. Whatever the case, he controlled her and used her as a puppet and then taunted her, just like her siblings would taunt her sometimes. And then things only got ugly from there, so ugly that for awhile Vanya found her own grasp on control having gone out the window.  No, she wasn't psychotic, though some may have thought differently.  Now. She was there, in a time she didn't belong, wounded, and forced to accept what her actions had brought her. But some good news had come out of it, perhaps? The news that the world hadn't ended was good, even if she was somewhat put off by the way Five had worded it.  " Not exactly? " Brown eyes now free from the glowing energies of her power looking to his looking for more explanation. 

At that point, Vanya did want to retain some dignity, and so legs moved slightly and body pulled herself up into more of a sit so that she could look to him easier as hands ran over her eyes to try and grasp everything around her. Maybe the floor wasn't the most desired spot to be, but she wasn't holding him there and she really had just been at a point that movement hurt in her mind.  " I remember going to the theater, I remember seeing Allison. I was happy. I thought maybe she was really there to see me play. No one since you ever did that. " Hell, they were all there.  If she hadn't known any better it might have been a dream. The one time her siblings gave a crap about something she was doing. " And then the audience and orchestra fled and you all ran at me. " Vanya sighed.  Something which upset her greatly. " Everything happened so fast. It was like I was in a daze.. just watching everything play out in front of me. " That much was true, at some points she felt she wasn't even in control of her own actions. She was just lost within powers that had come out at full force and wanted to end everything and anything around her. " Then a bang, and I felt like my ears exploded.. and I passed out. " She had no idea still what happened. It wasn't until his words of bullet recoil that actually made for those dark eyes to widen. " They could have just shot me. " The plain and simple, and yet disturbing truth to it all.  They could have just ended it all then and there, whoever the trigger person had been at least. 

" No. They despise me Five. " At long last she had to bring that up. There was no sugar coating it or pretending otherwise. " I wrote that book and they hated me,  I do this and now there's nothing there. I doubt I could even be in the same city block as them. " Yet he was there, he hadn't hated her. Right? " They'll try and stop me, and I won't go back. I won't let Luther lock me away again! " That alone angered her again. " He would just leave me there forever! That same solution that Dad had. If he can't fix me, he'll just try and get rid of me as best as possible. " Sir Reginald just drowned out her powers, ripped away her emotions, and made her a shell.   Luther just threw her into a soundproof room and called it a day.  " I was never one of them, and even now I never will be. " Dark tired eyes lined in those same equally dark rings had lowered, what old dried tears that had been were fast to be touched once more by fresh tears when arms wrapped around her waist. " I'm sorry for everything. " Even if, there was a part deep down that Vanya hadn't been so sorry for.  If only Reginald could see her now. Would he be happy? Did she do something to be more than insignificant number seven? OR would he cower at her might? But then she realized something even worse, much worse. " You're not.. going to lock me up. Are you? " Not Five. He couldn't.  Well, he very much could. And that may have been what scared Vanya the most. She couldn't bring herself to want to harm him, not like she nearly had before in the theater. 

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Five couldn't argue much there. He had been one of the few who even bothered to talk to her. Ben and Klaus had tried but they were going through their own personal demons to really get to know the anxious Vanya. Five was selfishly glad of that though, she didn't need the others, and they were all too ignorant to understand her. Then she was telling him about how dad and Pogo kept the secret of her powers from her. But why? Was the old man too stumped by them to be able to use them for his own gain? Were they really that unpredictable to control? Sure, they might have been a bit more destructive than the others' but surely Reginald could have come up with a way to get her to control them? But apparently he hadn't and had settled on suppressing them instead. Coward! And it was unbelievably selfish of him, but what else was new? He depraved Vanya of something that mad her incredibly special and unique, and had given her instead a life of worthlessness and insecurity. For that Five could not forgive him, but he wouldn't forgive him for a lot of things really. Five frowned and looked at her with a question. "The old bastard was only trying to protect himself. He probably didn't want the rest of us to know that he couldn't control you like he did us."

With her probing question, Five couldn't hide from the truth any longer as he met her eyes, the first time he'd seen them their normal brown color in a while. They looked so soft and innocent that he almost didn't believe that they belonged to the same person that had destroyed a part of the moon. He hesitated as he looked away from her, as if not looking at her might make the truth easier to admit. "After Allison knocked you out with the gun, your powers sort of... blew up the moon." He took on a tone of pensiveness as he continued. "Would have been pretty cool if a huge chunk of it didn't come hurtling toward Earth a few minutes later and disintegrate everything in its' path." He was afraid to look at her reaction so he settled on staring at his black shoes and socks.

Five listened to her words and tried to analyze the situation. So she felt like she was in a daze? So she must not have been quite aware of what she was doing. An effect of her powers? He knew she wouldn't have attacked them intentionally, at least, maybe not him... "Sort of like an out of body experience you think?" He asked, looking at her then with a knit brow. "What was the moment like right before you felt yourself losing control?" There had to be some sort of trigger to it, and he suspected the whole locking her up didn't help matters.

Why did she keep saying that? He had read her book and he hadn't hated her, what he had hated really was the reality of growing up under that man's rule. He was sure that was what the others hated and couldn't admit due to shame. "It wasn't you they were hating, just what you had the guts to point out about how fucked up our family really is. None of you guys stayed in touch, right? It was dad they hated, not you, you were simply easier to confront then the old man." He pointed out, looking off before she asked the last question, which surprised him to say the least.

"Don't you think I would have already done that if I planned to?" He asked her, not being able to help the slight frustration in his tone as he looked at her glaringly. He didn't want her to be afraid of him, or afraid of what he'd do to her. He would only ever hurt her in self-defense, and even then he wasn't entirely sure if he could do that. He wanted to protect her, even from herself, but that solution wasn't locking her away and further fueling her lack of worth. No, he would find a another way, and so far, things were going relatively smoothly by just talking to her. "You're not some animal Vanya, I wouldn't subject you to that sort of treatment." He assured her, voice softer now as he gave her a tight knit smirk. "If anyone belongs in a cage its' Luther's ape ass." He chuckled slightly, trying to make her feel better in light of everything he'd told her already. 

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" I don't remember any of it, not until recently. Allison said he told her she needed to rumor me.  Even she didn't understand why. " The truth was there, that she couldn't even blame Allison. She had been a pawn just like they all had been in one way or another. And yet, that hadn't mattered. What did was that reality that Five had told her, the one that made her realize she'd been holding her breath when he gave her that grim news. Not only had Allison spared her life, something in which Vanya felt she hadn't deserved.  But that she did still do something far more dangerous, that she was the very source of the end of the world. " Oh. " She didn't even know what to say. The word leaving her lip through that breath forced to finally pass through her. " Five. " He wasn't even looking at her, not that she could blame him.  The idea that he even came to her had been something more than she felt was fair. " It was me then, I ruined it all. " A hand ran over her eyes, her own pain and misery no longer the topic.  No. She had no right to complain, to be bitter, nothing. Not when people there had it far worse. 

" But you took me here. " She was hopeful, that trembling in her voice showing through even when she could have begged that he say what she wanted to hear. " Does that mean that everything there didn't happen? That maybe the world won't end and everyone can be safe? " Once more, those tears had been streaming along her cheeks and teeth dug into her lower lip as a hand had reached out for his. " That's not what I wanted.. I just.  I was just angry at everyone. " Maybe not everyone, he'd done nothing wrong. She was angry at Reginald and his lies, angry that Pogo who for so long had stood by and comforted her had known the truth all along, and her other siblings all of which treated her like dirt. " Allison let me live. That's more than I even tried to do for her. " He could look at her again, if only because Vanya had gone to burying her face in her own hands. There was so much guilt,  how foolish and how stupid she could even be. And this had been the outcome, her own outburst had led to everyone suffering. 

But he was back on how she was behaving, something she had difficulty explaining. " When Luther locked me in the room, I used my own heartbeat to escape. Then, I could just hear myself telling me again, reminding me about how badly I was always taught, and I dismantled our home. Then I went to the theater, and when I saw everyone I felt okay. But then that spiraled out of control quickly and next thing I knew I was lashing out and I hadn't cared any more who was who. " Did it make her guilty? Possibly. She looked to him when he was possibly the only person that she hadn't wanted to have had upset at her. He'd always been there, and now she had let him down in a big way.  It was an awful feeling that made Vanya wish she hadn't been there! " I know it doesn't help. " She said, shaking her head. " I'm so sorry for everything. All these years I wanted to be like you and the others and now it's only caused chaos. " Maybe she was better off drugged up and forgotten. Maybe Reginald had been on to something.  

Fingertips had left his hand, if he even were willing to allow her touch before she drew back. She had to find Allison, even if she wasn't sure if her sister would rightfully ever forgive her.  God, what if Claire was dead? What if the world wasn't saved due to her despite their escape into time? Even she couldn't forgive herself. Much less expect an already estranged sister to do the same. She winced at the thought, droplets of tears leaving her eyes when she had pulled herself up without so much a word to Five and slowly and somewhat staggered her way into the kitchen for water. She could manage. She'd been on her own for so long as it were and now it very well looked like she was facing a similar life with what she had done. 

" Are you going to leave me here? "  Maybe it was wrong, but she almost expected that Five would have followed her,that he had no reason to trust her on her own.  But then, was this the punishment? She was just abandoned to a spot in the past that may help her be better off? She didn't face him, but rather looked at the cup of water she'd poured before sipping it slowly and awaiting what he had to say. A part of her feeling that she couldn't even argue with him.  Her eyes fell on her sleeve, dirted but black once more when it had previously been turned a snow white color with her gift. " I never deserved you. You always looked out for me and this is how I repaid you. " An almost blank stare, Vanya hadn't even looked to see if he were there or if she hadn't just been going on talking to herself.  Lord knows she'd talked to herself so many times in the past hoping Five might've heard.  Seventeen-years to be exact.   And now.  Now she really couldn't say shit to make anything better.

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