#hargreeve

every other sibling:

Luther

Diego

Allison

Klaus

Five

Ben (deceased)

Vanya

“And I thought women like you didn’t exist.”

The words made her chuckle as she patched the cut on his head. He stared up at the woman dressed in the nurses uniform with wonder.

“I think your delirious soldier. All that fighting has you feigning for someone mediocre.” The woman said with milky words. Her eyes were half lidded from how tired she was, working endless hours patching the wounded men.

“Someone like you isn’t mediocre. From where I come from I’ve never met someone like you.” He said, making a blush shadow her cheeks. She shook her head, applying the baindaid to his forehead and stood back to check out her work.

“And where exactly is that?” She asked with a slight smile, her eyes radiating curiosity. He smiled back, leaning foreword a bit.

“Can’t say.” He answered, locking eyes with her. She rolled her eyes and leaned in, kissing the spot where the bandage had been placed. He stood silent for a moment as she spun on her heel and sashesyed away.

“Well then, maybe you should take me out sometime. I’d love to figure you out.” She said over her shoulder, winking as she added,

“I love mysteries.”

———

The music blasted as the two danced around each other rhythmically. Her cheeks were pink from the heat of the body packed room. He placed his hand on her hip, guiding her away.

They both stood outside, passing the cigarette back and forth. The music still echoed out into the small alley they sat in. She smiled at him, both their foreheads dotted in sweat. The bandaid is was long gone, a mere shadow of the wound present.

She smiled at him with pearly white teeth, eyes again half lidded as she placed the cigarette back in his mouth.

“You’re amazing.” He said, brushing the hair out of her eyes. Her smile widened as she leaned closer to him.

“Not every soldier spends their day off trying to win over some nurse. Most men would of given up and called me a prude by now.” She said, eyes searching his.

“But you, Klaus, I don’t know what you want.” She admitted, her smile faltering.

“I would spend every day of my life trying to win you over, (Name). I want your heart. It’s only an even exchange considering you’ve taken mine.” He said with a wink. She giggled, leaning in closer.

“You’re a spectacular man Klaus.”

“As you are a woman.” He replied. They were only a papers width away from each other. Eyes searching the others.

“You know you have it already. You had since the day I met you in the infirmary.” She said, her voice a mere whisper. The sounds of music seemed to drown out around them.

“And what is that.” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My heart, dummy.” She said, crashing her lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss.

He pulled away, grabbing her hand and taking something from his pocket.

In his hand was a wooden ring, which looked as if it was carved from hand.

He slipped it onto her finger, kissing her lips gently again.

“When this is all over, I’m taking you home with me.” He whispered, watching her eyes well with tears.

“I don’t think I’m allowed to say no.” She joked, still crying as she stared down. He shook his head,

“I know you wouldn’t say no anyway.”

“You know me too well Klaus Hargreeves.”

———

Five watched as his brother downed another beer, twirling something in his hands.

“Whats up with you?” He asked, walking up to him. Klaus stared blankly down at an old Polaroid, a wooden ring in his hands.

“I loved her.” He said, making Five move closer to see the picture. It was old and stained, but on it was Klaus, and beautiful woman on his shoulders smiling. She wore sixties era clothing, as Klaus wore an army uniform. The ring was placed on her finger.

“Who is she?” Five asked quietly, knowing of where his brother had been.

“Her Name was (Name). She was a nurse in the war. I wanted to marry her.” He said blankly, finishing the beer as he popped open another.

“She’s beutiful.” Five said, realizing just how hard the situation had been.

“She is, isn’t she. I was going to take her back with me.” He said laughing sadly.

“If only I could see her once more.”

Hey y’all.

Here’s just a little something I wrote today when I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. It’s my idea of what might’ve happened if the Hargreeves would have come to find Allison and Vanya first after Vanya slit Allison’s throat. Please let me know how you like it!

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The screams coming from the house were unlike any the group has heard before.

           “Come on!” Luther calls as they jump from the car, though there is no need. They run up the stairs of the cabin and crash through the front door. The scene confronting them is almost beyond comprehension. Vanya lays atop Allison on the floor, screaming and clutching at her lifeless hands. A pool of blood spreads outward from the two of them, covering their clothes and skin, the source indiscernible were Allison not on the brink of unconsciousness.

           Without thinking, Luther rushes forward and throws Vanya back. She’s sobbing, in a panic, almost unable to form coherent sentences.

           “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She sobs over and over.

           “What happened?” Luther demands, not connecting the dots. Klaus scoops Vanya up from behind, wrestling the bloody violin bow from her weak fingers. Horror dawns and he allows it to clatter to the floor. He holds her to him, unsure if he should be disgusted or afraid. Diego examines her bloody hands and then the fading Allison on the floor and comes to the same conclusion.

           “Shit,” Five swears under his breath, in disbelief.

           “We have to go,” Diego croaks, not knowing how else to take the first step. “Now!” Luther turns on the others, his eyes lost in rage and sorrow.

           “Did you do this?!” He screams at Vanya, who sobs and crumples to the floor. He makes a move for her, but Diego steps between them.

           “We’ll deal with her later,” He promises. “Allison can’t make it much longer.” Knowing he is right, everyone snaps out of it and springs back into action. Together, they gather Allison’s weak form and Vanya’s distraught one and march back to the car. There aren’t enough seats for them all.

           “There isn’t room for her,” Luther snarls, indicating Vanya, who has quieted and descended into concerning despondence. She looks back at him with fearful, glassy eyes.

           “I’ll take her,” Five volunteers snappily, stepping between them and seizing Vanya’s arm. “I’ll be back for Allison in just a second.” Though he knows it would be logical to take the dying one first, he does not want to leave Vanya alone with the others for even a second. Not before he’s had a chance to talk to her. With a pop and a flash, they disappear from the lakefront and reappear in the living room of The Umbrella Academy. Vanya blinks and wheezes, unaccustomed to teleporting.

           “You’re alright,” Five says, leading her gently to the couch.

           “I can’t – I don’t…” She mumbles, pawing uselessly at his hands as she settles down.

           “Shhh,” He says. “I’ll be back in just a second. Wait here. Got it?” Vanya nods numbly and he disappears again, grimacing. He wouldn’t like to imagine what happened, though he fears the truth is inescapable. He jumps the others one by one back and forth, sending them to the infirmary of The Umbrella Academy where Pogo happened to be waiting. They get to work on Allison, and not five minutes later, Five returns to the living room to question Vanya before anyone else can.

           “Are you okay?” He asks severely. Vanya looks up at him like a child caught red handed. And what a coincidence there is still blood on her hands.

           “Is Allison…?” She gapes at him, lost in herself.

           “They’re seeing to her now.” He tells her, settling on the opposite couch. She nods, moving her gaze back to some nothing across the room.

           “What happened?” He asks again, not wanting to lose his patience but needing answers.

           “I don’t… we were fighting, and… things just” – she shakes her head, closing her eyes against the memory – “got out of control.”

           “What do you mean?” Five presses, clenching his fists. He can’t imagine Vanya snapping in such a way.

           “I” – she lets out a noise between a squeak and a moan – “can’t… explain. I’m sorry,” She sighs, leaning forward and wrapping her arms around her legs. Tears squeeze from her shut eyes. Five fights his instinct to be annoyed and looks at her a long time.

           “Vanya, what does this have to do with Har… Leonard?” He catches himself wisely before using the wrong name. Her eyes open and she stares, scarred, at the floor.

           “Oh no,” She whines. “I left him there. I–”

           “No, Vanya, this is a good thing. He’s… not what you think.”

           “What do you mean?” She whines, louder, taking him by surprise. “This is what Allison wouldn’t shut up about. And now she’s… she’s…”

           “She was telling the truth.” Five admits dully. “Leonard is Howard Jenkins. And he’s been using you.”

           “No,” Vanya breathes, disbelieving still.

           “Yes.” Five is adamant. “Though using you for what, exactly, I don’t know…”

           “My powers.” Vanya says, barely more audible than a thought.

           “What?” Five says, unsure he’s heard her correctly.

           “I have powers,” She says simply, looking through her lashes at him for the first time. “I discovered them with Leonard and… he’s been… helping me.” Five decides not to correct her on the use of the name.

           “What do you mean ‘powers?’” He asks, skeptical.

           “I mean I can control things, make things move, sometimes when I want to and when I don’t.” Five couldn’t believe his ears. How is it possible that ‘extra ordinary’ Vanya could have powers?

           “I don’t see how that’s possible…” He admits.

           “It is.” She snaps, looking at him more fiercely now. “But I… and then…  Allison…” She breathes, folding back over and hiding her face. Five swallows and hesitates. Everything about the situation screams caution! but right now his heart is going out to her. Perhaps this isn’t the best time to resolve this.

           “Come here,” Five says, moving around the coffee table and closing the space between them. He takes her hands and finds them still sticky with Allison’s blood. “Let’s clean you up.” He says, pulling her defeatedly to her feet and leading her in a shuffle to the second-floor bathroom. She turns the water in the basin pink as it swirls down the drain. She gags, crumpling to the floor, and unable to continue. Five takes a rag to her skin and scrubs the drying blood away vigorously, not unaccustomed in dealing with the stuff himself. But his sister’s blood, on his other sister’s hands? The thought nearly makes him shudder, but he represses it for Vanya’s sake. She has gone back to staring despondently into nothing. Her lips move.

           “What?” Five snaps unintentionally, leaning in to catch her words.

           “I have to get out of here.” She whispers dazedly. “They won’t let me stay. I can’t ever explain it. They won’t believe me. They’ll despise me.”

           “Who?”

           “The Umbrella Academy.”

           “Look at me, Vanya,” He says earnestly, grabbing her chin and forcing her to respond. “I’m right here, and I don’t despise you.” She stares back at him, nothing in her face changing, but looks away again and falls silent. Five sighs, worried for her and wanting to protect her from the others if it comes to it. How will Allison feel towards her once she wakes up? If she wakes up, he reminds himself, and suppresses another shudder. Her hands and arms are clean, but her clothes are still stained.

           “Come on,” Five says, pulling them both up from the floor. “Lets get you come clean clothes.” Vanya allows him to pull her through the house, ending up eventually at her closet of an old bedroom. He pulls open the drawers of the dresser left behind, but they’re all empty.

           “Uh,” He hesitates. “Looks like we’ll have to borrow some from someone else.” They make their way further down the hall. Five decides that none of Allison’s clothes will fit her, so he pushes his way into Klaus’s bedroom and helps himself to the closet and the drawers, coming back up with a tie-dye t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants which he can only pray are clean.

           “Put these on,” He commands, placing the garments into her unresponsive hands and shoving her into Klaus’s room to change. He has to knock when he thinks she’s finished, and peaks inside cautiously to find her sitting emptily on the end of Klaus’s bed, changed in fit but not in manner. He picks up her shed clothes from the floor. The sweater can only be Leonard’s.

           “We’ll burn these.” He says with a small smile, hoping to humor her but failing. Tucking the clothes under his arm, he wraps one arm around her shoulders and tugs her along with him from the room. Her feet shuffle lazily along the floor, as if she has no care whether she trips or not on one of the many thick rugs that lay in the hall. Five says nothing as they slowly descend the staircase, move into the living room, and settle down shakily before the fireplace. He gracefully heaps kindling and newspaper together and sets a match to the pile, sending it up in flames. Dusting off his hands, he leans back to sit with Vanya and silently wait for the flames to grow high enough to destroy the blood-stained things.  

           “Do you think Leonard will come looking for me?” Vanya asks quietly, staring into the flames. Five can’t tell if that’s something she would want or not.

           “That bastard better not,” Five says, clenching his fists. Vanya flinches at his words.

           “He isn’t bad,” She says mournfully in her childish voice. “He can’t be. I…” She sighs. Slowly, her eyes wander to his blood-stained sweater sitting between them and the hearth. Five fears she’s going to start crying again.

           “You look like you could use a drink,” He grumbles, rising stiffly to his feet and sauntering across the room to the bar. He pours them both a glass of vodka and juice before returning to find her fondling the material of the sweater with an absentminded hand. He scoops it atop the toe of his shoe and flings it into the fire. Vanya lets out a pitiful, protesting yelp and lurches forward for it.

           “Ah ah ah,” Five scolds, squatting and stretching an arm before her to hold her back. She gives up quickly, collapsing against his arm. “You must forget about Leonard as you knew him – there is no Leonard, only Howard Jenkins.” He pulls away and crashes down next to her, offering up a glass.

           “How do I know you’re telling the truth? How am I supposed to believe you?” She says, rising both in stature and in volume.

           “Listen to yourself, Vanya! You’re in denial. If you can’t believe Allison, at least believe me. We have no reason to lie. We just want you to be happy.” He’s risen to rival her, and thank god they’re still the same height.

           “When have you ever wanted me to be happy?” She screams, clenching her fists. A tremor shakes the walls and rattles the furniture. Five whips around and understands suddenly.

           “Vanya,” He says warningly. “You need to calm down now.”

           “That’s all anyone has ever wanted me to do. My entire life.” She says darkly, shaking with sorrow and uneasily restrained rage. Five watches her carefully.

           “Believe me when I say,” He says slowly. “That I know all too well the consequences of letting my power get the best of me.”

           Vanya shakes on the spot a moment longer. Then, she relaxes, allowing her chin to hit her chest and her shoulders to slump. Her hands fall open and the world is still again.

           “Good,” Five says with a breath of relief. He eyes her continually. Stepping forward, he offers the glass once again. “Drink up. We’ll figure this out together.” She takes it and they sit once again, watching the last dregs of the sweater disappear into smoke. Eventually, she takes her first sip, grimacing. He joins her easily and tries to think up his next question. Before he can, however, there is a crash from out in the hall.

           “Where is she!?” Luther roars, stomping through the door into the living room. Vanya slides lower to the ground, concealing herself behind the cabinet they sit against. Five sighs and teleports to the spot directly in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

           “Tread carefully, friend.” He warns, spreading his arms out to keep him from going any further.

           “She’s lucky she didn’t kill her!” Luther snarls. Diego and Klaus rush in behind him.

           “Just hold your horses, alright? I’m handling it.” Five snaps.

           “Oh, yeah? Handling it with what? This?” Luther yanks the empty glass from his hand and lobs it towards the fireplace. It hits the brick and shatters, tinkling to the floor. Vanya lets out a cry, giving herself away. Luther’s expression darkens, and he begins to press forward.

           “Stop, I said!” Five protests, placing one scrawny hand on his chest and trying to keep him still, but its no use. Luther shoves him aside and stomps towards the fireplace. Vanya leaps up, cowering in place.

           “Luther, wait.” Diego warns.

           “Yeah, man, we can talk this out.” Klaus says. They both trail behind him but are helpless to stop his advance. Five jumps through space to stand next to Vanya defensively. Grabbing her hand, he teleports them both to the opposite side of the room, behind the bar. Luther shouts in frustration.

           “This isn’t how we’re doing this, Jumbo.” Five spits, releasing Vanya, who slumps against the bar and eyes Luther fearfully.

           “We’re going to do it however I say we’re going to do it.” Luther insists, pushing a chair aside and starting his advance all over again.

           “I’m sorry,” Vanya moans, beginning to shake. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” Diego grabs Luther by the arm.

           “Stop it,” He begs.

           “Get off,” Luther snipes, throwing his arm around. Diego holds on and Klaus follows suit, latching on to the other side. “You guys.” He groans, taking one lurching step forward.

           “Just cut it out! What do you think you’re doing? This is our sister we’re talking about!” Klaus tries desperately. Luther comes to a stop. Five lets out a small sigh of relief, but then he sees the real reason for his distraction.

           Allison stands swaying in the doorway, stripped from her bloody clothes and bandaged around the throat, looking back and forth between the two parties separated by the room in alarm.

           “Good morning.” Klaus says in a falsely cheerful voice. She opens her mouth to ask but can’t. A weird noise comes from the floor of the bar. Five looks down to find Vanya, cowering at his feet, hands shaking and letting out a stream of apologies and admonishments for herself. He looks back up towards the others pleadingly, at a loss in his caregiving abilities. With a flash, they both appear on the couch and slump down onto the plush cushions. Vanya curls forward and sobs bitterly into her knees. Allison rushes forward and places a hand on her shoulder, but she flinches away, apologizing once again. Allison replaces her hand gently. Vanya looks up at her, eyes and nose streaming, but winces upon seeing her bandaged throat, and recoils back downwards.

           Allison tries to choke out a word but fails again.

           “Stop that,” Diego says. “You’ll just hurt yourself mo–” Allison shakes her head at him but it’s too late. Vanya interlaces her fingers behind her neck and breathes out as if in immense pain.

           “Please, just go away.” She begs helplessly. Allison squats before her. Klaus comes around her other side, looking like a forlorn puppy.

           “We want to help you, Vanya.” He says, being the most serious he’s been in a long time. Vanya glances towards him, but ultimately squeezes her eyes shut against his kind face and sighs again.

           “I don’t want your help.” She lies. “You don’t want to help me. You just want to see what I can do with… with… my powers.” She says the word like it’s a curse. Five eyes Luther cautiously.

           “What is she talking about?” He asks, dumbfounded.

           “Perhaps, I could provide some insight.”

           Pogo hobbles into the room, taking them all by surprise.

           “Pogo?” Diego says, asking for an explanation.

           “Please, all of you, sit down. There’s… something you all should have learned a long time ago.”

           As he explains, the room grows darker and darker as the world outside the windows shifts into light. Everyone is silent with misunderstanding, wonder, and, more reservedly, fear. The entire time, Vanya listens silent and still. Finally, when the telling is over, it is a minute before anyone talks.

           “So,” Diego says. “‘Extra ordinary’ Vanya Hargreeves is actually…?”

           “Extraordinary.” Luther finishes, still in a state of shock.

           “But why would Dad–” Klaus begins.

           “Cause he was an asshole.” Diego answers, rising to his feet and spinning a knife around his finger. “Jesus.” He sighs.

           Vanya rises too, taking one shaky breath in and out. She crosses to the window, clenching and unclenching her fists, and stares out into the dusk.

           “I don’t know how to feel.” She admits after several seconds of silence.

           “I’d be pissed.” Diego says.

           “Yeah, man, me too. I’d want to bring this whole goddamn building to the ground.” Klaus agrees, gesturing widely to the room and the walls around them. Allison gives him a look and he shrinks back down. Five’s mind begins to work seriously. Pogo had said she was capable of such damage. He remembers the future he landed in all those years ago, where the house really was reduced to rubble, with all his siblings inside. Well, all except…

           The truth nearly knocks the wind from his lungs. He lets out an involuntary murmur of realization. Everyone turns to him.

           “What was that?” Luther asks absently. Five clears his throat, still trying to recover.

           “Nothing, nothing. Just a tickle.” He ventures, giving a couple more coughs. “I need some water. Excuse me.” He wanders off to the kitchen. Everyone watches him go but quickly forgets his absence in the presence of the new discovery before them.

           “So,” Klaus asks to Vanya’s back. “What do you want to do?”

           “I don’t…” She says. “I need some time. This is all… so much. I think I just want to go home for tonight.” She turns and looks forlornly at the group of them standing around. They stare back blankly.

           “Maybe that’s not…” Luther begins, but trails off when Allison holds up a hand to silence him. She tries to find the words, but once again is unable to speak. Vanya grows despondent once more as she watches her struggle and moves instinctively away. Allison locates a pen and pad of paper on the coffee table and scribbles a quick note.

           Come back tomorrow morning, she wrote. Vanya nods, surprised yet still cautious. She gives her a small smile, but then lets it disappear.

           “But…I hurt you.” She says in a small voice, not meeting anyone’s gaze.

           “I agree.” Luther says, crossing his arms and rising menacingly to his feet.

           “Oh, shut it.” Klaus says suddenly. “We can figure this out?” He tries. Vanya begins to shake her head.

           “No, listen. Vanya needs our help. We’re the ones who were trained to use our powers. She wasn’t. We can help her learn, though. This isn’t some sort of sentence. If anything this is a… a miracle!” He finishes proudly.

           Vanya blushes and looks away.

           “And what if she loses control and hurts someone else?” Luther asks. Allison smacks his arm and begins writing another furious note.

           It was my fault, she holds up. Work kinder this time.

           “Right,” Luther grumbles, still skeptical.

           “Look,” Vanya chimes in, surprising everyone. “I need some time. I understand why you’re so skeptical, but… I don’t even know if I want to keep this, if it’s just going to cause more pain.” Everyone understands her meaning.

           “No,” Diego says finally. “You shouldn’t have to give up your power just to make us feel more comfortable. We’ll figure it out. Do what you need to do for now. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

           Vanya awards him a grateful smile. Allison moves towards her finally and pulls her into a hug. Vanya tears up but keep her composure, whispering one final I’m sorry into her ear before pulling away. Allison shakes her head and mouths it’s okay.

           “I’m afraid we can’t do that.” Five says out of nowhere.

           “What do you mean?” Klaus ask.

           “The apocalypse might still be on. If that’s so, then there’s just one precaution I want to take until tomorrow.”

           “And what’s that? What are you talking about?”

           “I think…” Five hesitates, unsure if he should tell them, but unsure how to proceed if he does not. “Vanya, I’m sorry, but I think we need to lock you up. Just for tonight.”

           “What?” She balks, swallowing hard.

           “Like I said, I’m sorry. But just in case something goes awry tonight, and you suddenly feel like… bringing down the house, quite literally–”

           “Woah woah woah,” Diego says. “Are you suggesting–”

           “That Vanya might not be in total control of her powers yet? Yes. Yes, I am.”

           They all stare, mulling over the words.

           “Guys, I mean… come on.” Klaus protests meekly.

           “No,” Vanya says. “He’s right. I’m not very experienced. I think I need…” She looks up at Five hopelessly. He sets his mouth into a line.

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The color reminded her of the days she spent in that foresaken building. The hours she spent being tested and questioned. Sometimes she wished her mother never agreed to let Reginald Hargreeves examine her in her childhood. Her mother couldn’t bare to depart with her daughter, but agreed to let him test her every other day when she began showing signs of odd powers. She loathed it, and the man responsible. But then she remembered him, and she was reminded of why she sucked down her protests for so long.

He was why she was reminded of pale yellow. He was innocent, much like the color. He was her happiness and joy. She couldn’t recall a day she was mad at him, expect of corse after he left.

The boy was also a sign of caution, much like the color. He, along with his mysteriously vague name, was a ball of fire. The boy was almost too strong willed, and mixed with her spontaneous nature got them into more trouble than either bargained for. He was dangerous to her, like tinder and a spark in vast woods. And yet they couldn’t stand to be apart for long.

So why did he leave?

She had been wondering that for years. Why would he leave her, his best friend and first love. Along with his whole family. To just disappear like that. It tore her in two.

“Do you love me, Five? Because I think I love you.”

She remembered that sentence. It came to her mind whenever she forgot it. They were young, only thirteen. Still children, but no one is too young to love. She knew that better than anyone else.

His response was simple. A kiss, their first. It was also their last, because not long after he ran away.

She wasn’t there that day, although she wished she was. It was her biggest regret, she was sick, and her mother have her the option to go to the academy. She declined, and everyday she hated herself for it. Because one day he was gone, and she hated him for it. She absolutely despised him for so long.

And all the while, she never stopped loving him. It was like she was cursed.

“He’s gone, (Name). Why do you still talk about him like he’s in the other room? He’s gone!”

They all were sixteen when Diego yelled that at her. Her visits became scarse, as everyroom in that house reminded her of Five.

“Why do you talk about him like he’s dead?!” She screamed back. No one ever heard the girl so distraught before. She was tough and witty, her skin thick. Nothing fazed her. Except this.

She swore she would never love again. The heartbreak of loosing him was too much. She assumed it was her downfall.

“Why can’t you love me back as much as I love you? Is it too much to ask for?” Diego asked her once. It was the night of their fourth anniversary. They were twenty five, still young. He had tried to propose to her. The words rang in her head as she looked blankly at the man on one knee.

That night she walked out, turning her back on the ring.

And her future.

Comment which of these you’d like to see!

“When you said, come over and help me garden, I didn’t expect this.”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still can’t tell?”

“I thought you would be dead by now.”

“Promise me you’re going to save yourself, and no one else.”

“Operation ‘super market’ in action.”

“Make yourself at home, and I mean it.”

“If you don’t help me out of this hole I will end you.”

“Youre adorable, but that was disgusting.”

“Kissy kissy!” “Back off!”

“This party’s lame, wanna go rob a bank or something?”