Mania{Ch.2}
Description: By a twist of fate, a young girl is swept up in the chaos of the Hargreeves family. Ophelia Cortez was never supposed to become close to any of them. She was just a neglected girl who's family pawned her off the moment things started to get abnormal. With new abilities cultivating, Ophelia is forced to face old wounds and new flames.
Pairing: Diego Hargreeves/OC
Warnings: Death
Word Count: 2,842
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Ophelia left behind all the hurt Reginald had instilled in her, after leaving The Umbrella Academy. The Hargreeves siblings were split up across the state and moon, leaving the woman to fend for herself. She did not have any real skills other than her extraordinary abilities. Ophelia had no choice but to use her ability to her advantage. Since her time at the academy, she had been hired for a large tech company that was researching a way to use her abilities for trauma recovery. It became an overnight hit, allowing users a safe way to cope with unforeseeable circumstances. The irony in her new job was hilarious.
"This will only take a moment. Please, relax and do not be alarmed when you start seeing images." Ophelia explained to an anxious patient.
The man sighed, "No matter how many times we do this, it still scares me."
"That's understandable, but am I really that scary?"
The man ignored the chuckling woman as he went through the treatment. He wasn't scared. After suffering from an accident overseas, She had helped him gain control over his life. He was grateful she was in business.
Ophelia on the other hand was always ridden with a sense of guilt. After being left with the Hargreeves family 13 years ago, she never amounted to Reginald's expectations. Every failure after Ben's death was blamed on her, stemming from Ophelia being there for the least amount of time. She eventually got tired of being the scapegoat and left before it could get any worse.
For the next thirteen years, Ophelia hadn't stopped trying to help people. The only thing Reginald assisted her with was control. Now she had the opportunity to support people in need, without the scrutinizing tone of Reginald. It's not like she didn't grow attached to the other members of The Umbrella Academy, but it was just different. They were all so closed off to the idea of a person replacing Ben that it made forming relationships difficult. She didn't take it personally. They were all screwed up by their childhoods, including Ophelia.
"okay, you're done for today so take it easy. I mean it. You need to stay for another 10 minutes after the treatment just to make sure you're alright." Ophelia explained as she broke the mental connection she had with her patient.
The man groaned, "Can you at least put the tv on?
"Sure. The only things we have is the news though."
She turned on the tv and was automatically hit with the breaking news.
Reginald Hargreeves, the Billionaire mostly known for the creation of The Umbrella Academy has died. He leaves behind six grown children.
What the hell just happened? How was that man dead?
Ophelia never would have thought that she would feel such dread at hearing the news about Reginald's death. A part of her seemed to believe he wasn't able to die. She thought that her running away from her problems would help avoid having to interact with them again. He was dead, but he still insisted on tormenting her.
This meant she had to return to the academy.
Lucky her.
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Ophelia sighed as she looked at the enormous doors that seemed to still be outlined with the red engravings of umbrellas. She had only spent a brief moment inside, but she couldn't forget the amount of neglect inflected on her.
What had happened to them. What he did to her.
There was no way a person could forget all the trauma that fell upon her. She didn't want to be here. Maybe she could turn back and pretend the old man was still alive. It wasn't like any of the original six members would care.
Ophelia was about to back out, but was interrupted by the sound of the heavy doors opening. It revealed the familiar face of Pogo. One of the few redeeming parts of this place.
"Hello Ms. Cortez, I am glad to see that you were able to make it."
The monkey hadn't changed from the last time she saw him. He still talked like he was some well polished gentleman. Other than the fact that he was a monkey, She had always considered him as one. For an animal, he did have more empathy and compassion compared to her actual caretaker. Pogo would always read her stories with Grace's help, ensuring the young girl every night she was wanted. Grace and the monkey were her soft spots.
"Hi pogo, I've missed you so much." She excitingly spat out, reaching out her hands in order to hug him.
"I've missed you too Ophelia. It's a shame this is how we meet again." Pogo expressed sadly.
"Well, this is probably the only way I would have came back. Have the others arrived yet? "Ophelia questioned pogo, taking note of his facial expressions for any sign of discomfort.
Pogo looked into Ophelia's eyes, "Miss. Vanya and Allison have arrived. Your brother Luther is also around here somewhere. We are still waiting on the other siblings I'm afraid."
"None of them are my siblings Pogo. That was made clear. I was only here for a year, and Reginald made sure to remind me of it. I don't know anything about them anymore."
The monkey stepped into the mansion, waiting for Ophelia to walk inside, "Maybe this is the chance for that to change Ms.Cortez. I believe you've been brought back together for a reason."
Ophelia thought about that for a moment. Was there a reason she was here? Maybe there had been some universal tampering to get them all in the same room. Whatever the reason was, it still didn't account for the awkwardness that was guaranteed to take place.
"Ophelia is that you? You look great and you've changed so much." Allison's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Yeah, it's me. I'm kinda surprised you remember what I looked like." Ophelia joked.
"Oh come on, not that again. We were kids Ophelia. Also, I couldn't forget your horrible bob and the bad eyeliner"
It was true, she had changed since the last time they were all in the same room. She had filed out and was taller than the last time they were together. Now, she sported long hair and a athletic build. Ophelia wasn't a little girl anymore. She was a woman.
Ophelia offered a genuine smile, "Okay, yeah I get it. You weren't any better. It's nice to see you again Allison."
"You too. Everyone's missed you." Allison said, walking away from her.
Ophelia seriously doubted that. After Ben's death, they wanted nothing to do with each other. There were obviously good times, but they were hard to remember. Being older probably faded a lot of the emotional baggage each of them carried. There was no use in being angry. Everyone was dealing with the torment of Reginald Hargreeves.
While exploring the old home, Ophelia stumbled across her room. Nothing had changed. It was still bleak and barely had any photos. The only things displayed were news articles about The Umbrella Academy. She really didn't have much decor style. As she was admiring her handiwork, Diego appeared in the hallway.
"Hey, long time no see." Ophelia called out catching the man off guard.
"H-Hey. Wow you actually showed up. I wasn't expecting it. Y-Y-You look good." Diego stuttered.
Ophelia knew his stutter would appear again when he was talking to her. For some reason, Diego had always had such a problem talking to Ophelia when she moved in. They had communicated normally before Reginald took her in, but after being integrated with The Umbrella Academy it changed. He barely talked, only stepping in when his siblings got too bold with her.
He had always treated her with such softness. Always making sure the siblings and Reginald didn't make life for her too hard. She had to tell him that she could take care of herself, which she could. But it was nice having at least one person stick up for her, even though they never stayed in touch after the academy.
Things had since changed. They were both grown, and he looked at her as an equal. They both had made a name for themselves since leaving. He had become a man now. It was far different than when they were in their teens. She still didn't get his whole Ninja get up but respected it. Other then the outfit, he looked good. She would even consider him handsome if it weren't for the fact he would probably kill her if he found out.
"Thanks. What's with the outfit?" Ophelia inquired.
Diego looked down at his outfit, "Needed some gear. I'm still helping out the police force."
Ophelia smiled lazily at him, "Helping? I guessed, since you're still with Patch."
"You keeping track of me? Who would of thought. Im surprised after how everyone left. " Diego said, scratching the back of his neck.
Ophelia shrugged, "Well, we were kids. I've seen a lot of family trauma, and you would be surprised by how ours wasn't the worst."
Diego chuckled, "So you weren't just keeping tabs on me Ophelia."
Blushing, Ophelia hastily snapped, "I kept tabs on all of you idiot. Don't get a bigger head than you already have."
His facial expressions softened, "too bad, was kinda hoping it was just me phelia."
His words carried a double meaning that Ophelia was confused by. What was that supposed to mean? What was going on with this family? Obviously, she was in a dream. Diego was probably just trying to get under her skin.
They had left on bad terms. There was a huge fight that had caused a drift. A mission hadn't gone well, with the suspects getting away and breaking Klaus's arm. Ophelia was the only one in the vicinity to stop them, but she decided to let them go in order to help Klaus. They came back stealing more money, and shooting her in the process. After finding this out, Reginald punished her and the team the next day.
Diego was mad that she let them get away, telling her she should've protected herself. He made it seem like she was weak. Could she have fought back? Yes, but not when it was at the expense of Klaus. He knew that, but he had chosen to pretend like he wouldn't have done the same. If Diego wanted to keep living like that he could, but she wasn't sacrificing her own beliefs for Reginald Hargreeves. She hoped he would come to his senses. Ophelia always had a hidden soft spot for the knife thrower.
Luther shouted at Diego and Ophelia, "Meeting down stairs now. We need to talk about things."
"Uhhh. He's still the same isn't he?" Ophelia complained.
Diego began walking downstairs. "Definitely, just a lot meatier than usual."
"Diego, What's that supposed to mean"
The two walked towards the living room, "You'll see." Diego warmed Ophelia.
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The seven members of the Umbrella academy were now all in the living room, pretending it was under normal circumstances. Ophelia hadn't seen everyone in thirteen years. So much had changed, but at the same time nothing had changed. Klaus was still pretending to be sober, secretly pouring himself a drink under the table. Luther was in the middle of the room. Allison and Diego were sitting by the bookshelf, listening to Luther.
"I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot."
Allison's face contorted in confusion, "Dad had a favorite spot?"
"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther had asked.
"No Luther, not all of us were his favorite. Also, can everyone remember that he's your guys's dad and not mine." Ophelia huffed.
"Shush. Shhhh cranky pants. Will there be refreshments?" Klaus asked joining the group. "Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."
Ophelia rolled her eyes, "Don't shush me Klaus. Shouldn't you not be smoking in here? Pogo could get sick"
"Is that my skirt?" Allison asked, eyeing Klaus' eccentric outfit.
"What? Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room." He explained.
"It's a little dated, I know, but it's very uh, breathy on the bits."
" There's still some important things that we need to discuss."
"Like what?" Diego asked.
"Like the way he died."
"And here we go." Diego sighed, looking at Ophelia from across the room.
She couldn't believe this, "Wasn't it a heart attack?" Both Vanya and Ophelia answered at the same time.
"They checked and it all lined up Luther." Ophelia sighed in frustration.
In order to calm her down, Diego put a supportive hand on her back.
"I'm fine. Thanks." Ophelia said to Diego as he slid his hand up and down her back.
"No problem." He replied as they both held each others gaze.
Confused by the outward comfort being given, Luther continued, "Theoretically. He sounded strange, and told me not to trust anyone."
Diego had gotten up from beside Ophelia. "Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles."
"No. He must have known something was going to happen." He relocated his attention towards Klaus. "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad."
"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, Dad could you just... stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?" Klaus snapped.
Ophelia couldn't contain her laughter, causing the siblings to stare at her.
"What that was funny."
"This is why she's my favorite." Klaus responded.
"Since when? That's your thing." Luther refocused on the topic at hand.
"I'm not in the right... frame of mind."
"You're high?" Allison asked.
"Obviously." Ophelia muttered.
Klaus drunkenly pointed at her, "Ophelia my dear, I will retract your title of my least despised number."
Starting to get annoyed, Ophelia alerted the group. "He's totally high."
"Yeah! Yeah!" He laughed. "I mean, how are you not with listening to this nonsense?"
Luther kept talking, "Then there's the issue of the missing monocle."
"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego sighed.
"Exactly. It's worthless. So, whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge."
"Where are you going with this?" Klaus asked
"Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus?" Diego started. "He thinks one of us killed Dad."
This was a serious allegation. Yes, most of them wouldn't have cared if he died. But killing him? None of them would be stupid enough to try. As soon as Luther had voiced his theory, he looked guilty.
"You do!" Klaus yelled in amusement.
"Come on, Luther. Who do you think it is? Who's going to do something that stupid? What a brother you are." Ophelia angrily said.
Luther getting more heated by the second, and aimed his words at Ophelia, "I'm not saying that. I'm just saying it could happen. I mean you hated him, and your track record with people isn't great."
Ophelia became red with anger, "Are you seriously accusing me? She raged, trying to calm herself down. "I know you've never liked me Luther, but don't you fucking dare accuse me of that. Have I done questionable things? Yes, but I'm not a monster."
"How could you think that?" Vanya asked in shock.
"I spent years helping people and that's not enough? I know I had slip ups, but I never killed someone ."
"Yeah, but..."
Unexpectedly, Diego bursted out in anger, "Don't blame her. We're not kids anymore. She didn't kill dad. You've just always had something against her Luther. "
"Look, Diego you can't protect her all the time. I don't know what's happening with you guys, but don't pretend she's above this. Ophelia has a short circuit, always has. " Luther instigated.
"WHEN?" Ophelia put her hands to her head. She couldn't believe this. She blows a goats head off one time, and suddenly she's a hot head.
"Come here, let me show you what a short circuit looks like. " Diego stepped forward to hit Luther.
"STOP. I can handle it myself Diego." Ophelia pressed down on his chest, trying to calm him down. "I didn't kill him. None of us did. If something actually happened, then we'll figure it out like adults. I'm not going to stand here and let you accuse me or anyone else. Get a grip Luther."
"Fine." He huffed.
"Great job Luther. Way to lead." Diego said, angrily walking out of the room.
"That's not what I meant to happen..." Luther tried to defend himself.
"You're crazy, man. You're crazy." Klaus interrupted him.
"I'm not finished!" Luther exclaimed as everyone stepped out of the room.
"Sorry, She's just gonna go murder Mom. Be right back, I'm going to go watch." Klaus said.
"Geez, that went well."
