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Prompt idea that I sincerely don't know anywhere else to put out, but what if, one mother of the seven like... delayed giving up the baby idk why, but like, in the end the child goes to the academy, but like... they know the world outside this mansion full of all sorts of abuse and violence, and so is trying to bring good sense and awareness to all of other children somehow, even though like... you don't know very much or correctly the things in general, but is trying anyway because yeah
okay okay i will bite
itâs gonna be Five bc u know how I roll by now and you didnât specify a child, so this is a non-twin world uwu
I see some people naming him Fievel so weâre gonna have to go with that, nicknamed Five by the other kids who thought it was absolutely hilarious to ask âwhich one?â whenever Reginald snaps âFive!â
Though officially, of course, Five is number seven.
So Fievel is born in a park to a mother who was never prepared to have achild, but held him in the hospital and looked into the eyes of a man offering her money for her newborn and she says - no.Â
Because sheâs poor, yes, and sheâs working two jobs to make ends meet, and this man might be able to provide for her child but - she doesnât like the fact that he offered her money. As though he could place a price on a human life.
(His stupid mustache might have played a role as well. Bastard.)
So she keeps little Fievel, and itâs hard. Itâs so hard. Babies are expensive, and she was barely making enough as it was, but her best friend works from home and offers to take him sometimes during the day instead of a more expensive daycare. Some of her other friends ask around relatives and friends and hunt through garage sales until she has a passable amount of baby items.
It would be easier if Fievel wasnât such a precocious child. Heâs curious and into everything, a loud baby that demands attention.Â
âCâmon Fi,â She begs her three-year-old son from where sheâs draped across the sofa. Arenât kids supposed to sleep a lot? Why did she end up with the one kid in the world who is on the go twenty four seven? âCan we please take a nap?â
âNo.â Fievel says with a mulish look in his eyes and he shoves a book towards her face and almost takes her eye out with a corner of it, âWead to me.â
And she sighs, and sheâs so tired, but she hauls herself up and pats the sofa next to her and her little boy beams at her with such - such love that it almost takes her breath away. âDogger, again? How many times have we read this?â
Fievel kicks at her with his little soft foot, and she catches it in a hand and smiles and she drops the book in her lap to bring her other hard over to dust feather light fingertips against her babyâs sides.
Heâs terribly ticklish and giggles even as he shrieks âNOâ loud enough that their neighbors will probably complain to her about it again. But in that moment she doesnât care as she brings her head down to blow raspberries on her sonâs stomach and make him laugh.
She loves him so much.Â
(But she never has any time. Her friendships are more distant now, because sheâs either at work or spending time with her son. Sheâs always exhausted because she works such long hours and Fievel keeps her awake when sheâs a home. She doesnât blame him, he didnât ask to be born into the world any more than she asked for him, really. But itâs hard.)
Fievel is a curious child. She takes him to childrenâs museums and zoos on the discount days and watches him run around with seemingly endless energy. She has to keep a careful eye on him otherwise he will disappear, get distracted and wander off no matter how many times sheâs tried to tell him to never do so.
Then he turns four.
Her baby is so smart. And heâs restless. And even though the place she works has a daycare through them, the people there are one incident away from banning Fievel. She thinks thatâs dumb, considering theyâre the ones that didnât watch Fievel closely enough and lost him almost four times in recent months.Â
So she signs him up for preschool.
She gets him a brand new outfit for the day, fussing over him until heâs all squirmy and pouty and slapping her hands away with all the grump that a four-year-old can muster.Â
She sends him off to daycare with ruffled hair and a wide smile and tries not to worry too much.
Sheâs at work when she gets a call from the school informing her that theyâve lost her son. She hurriedly lets her boss know and sweeps out of work without a backwards glance, showing up at the school just as her phone rings again and a flustered individual informs her that theyâve located him.
âI have no idea how he got out.â The frazzled teacher looks close to tears when she meets with the poor woman, giving Fievel a fierce look that promises that they will be having a talk about this.Â
âI dinât do anything.â Fievel pipes up mulishly, âI didnât go nowhere, the class did.â
She pinches the bridge of her nose, and faces the teacher apologetically. After a pointed comment from a friend, sheâs been vaguely looking into ADHD since her kid is like this, âIâll have a talk with him.â
âIâll - Iâll make sure to keep a better eye on him.â The woman looks floored that she isnât tearing strips out of the school administration for losing her toddler. Actually when itâs phrased like that she probably should be more pissed off. But she also knows her kid and what a handful her is.
So she takes him home and sits him down.
âThis canât happen again, Fi.â She tells him, and heâs got his little arms crossed and heâs pouting with his entire body. âI mean it. I had to leave work, and you know I have to work.â
âYou donât hafta.â Fievel says harshly, âWhat about me?â
She sits on the couch next to him, heart heavy, âBaby, you know I have to work so that we can have things and go places.â
Her son scrabbles up on his knees and puts his hand on her arms and gives her big eyes, âI donât need lotsa toys. Anâ we donât hafta go to the zoo.â
âOh baby,â She pulls him into her arms and lets him snuggle into her, âI gotta work. And you gotta go to school and be good. Okay? You canât be leaving the classroom again.â
âI dinât mean to.â Fievel sniffles, and she hugs him just a little tighter as the tears start to flow.
âItâs okay.â She murmurs into his hair, âI got you.â
To his credit, Fievel does his best. He still manages to leave the classroom somehow, seemingly whenever the teacher is looking away. No one seems to know how he does it. Emma who sits next to him exclaims that he just vanished like he went BAM and wasnât there all of a sudden!
(Oh, the imagination of four-year-olds, the teacher thinks to herself.)
But whenever he does he seems to come back within fifteen to thirty minutes. Sometimes the teacher doesnât even notice heâs gone before heâs knocking on the (locked) classroom door to be let back in. They donât call his mother about the incidents anymore and the teachers nickname him Houdini with a sort of despair.Â
Fievel is four-and-a-half when heâs taking a walk with his mother down to the park. Heâs got his little rainboots on because he always wades into the pond and he likes the slosh of the water on his feet when it goes over the top, and his little duck shirt. Heâs making loud quacking noises which donât actually sound anything like a duck but when he looks at her for approval she nods with a smile.
Theyâre crossing the road at the crosswalk, holding hands because they always do, when the car comes careening around the corner.
She canât react in time, eyes widening and sheâs hollering and she moves to push her son and she only has eyes for him as she places her body between him and the car and -Â
She watches his eyes go wide and afraid and sheÂ
watches
him
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and then the car clips her and sheâs sent sprawling and thatâs the last thing she remembers.
She wakes up in the hospital hours later with a concussion, a broken arm, several broken ribs, and a lots of scrapes. Sheâs lucky, they tell her. She demands to know where her son is.Â
Hours later, when sheâs worked herself up into a right tizzy, her son sprints into the room followed shortly by some very harried looking cops and she has to haul him into the bed so that he doesnât hurt himself getting up.
âGentle, gentle.â She warms him, wincing when he bangs a knee into her bad ribs, âIâm a little tender at the moment, baby.â
âYou got hurt!â Fievel yells at the tops of his lungs and then immediately bursts into loud and terrified tears. So she ignores her bad ribs and messed up arm and cradles him close to her making shushing noises and stroking his back until heâs cried himself out and drops off right there in the hospital bed.
She gets out of the hospital with a cast and a bill she canât afford right now and she sits Fievel down on the couch.
She wants to write off the fact that her son literally vanished before her eyes to the concussion. But - she thinks about a locked preschool classroom and a son that has a tendency to vanish when she takes her eyes off of him and -
It makes too much sense.
âBaby.â She asks, âCan you teleport?â
âWhatâs tell-ee-port?â Fievel asks, scrunching up his nose.
âDo you find yourself in other places without getting up and going to them?â
âYeah.â Fievel states it so easily, like sheâs dumb. âI told you so.â
She pressed her fingers to her face, âCan you do it now?â
Fievel frowns and then scrunches up his face real hard and then -
Heâs gone. And then heâs opening his bedroom door and scurrying back out. He runs over and tugs at her pants eagerly, âI did it! Did I do good?â
She crouches down and ruffles his hair even though it kills her ribs, because she canât pick him up with a broken arm. âYeah baby,â She praises him, mind moving at an hour a minute, âYou did good.â
That night she lays in her bed and watches Fievelâs chest rise and fall as he sleeps. He sprawls out like a starfish but sometimes in the night always buries himself into her side like a tick. Sheâs put a pillow in between them to try and spare her poor ribs, but she has doubts it will work.
Her son can fucking teleport.
Thatâs when she cries. Because she loves her son, but heâs a handful. She didnât even notice. She didnât notice that he son has a superpower. Doesnât that make her the worst mother in the world?
Crying is a terrible idea. Her ribs are painful enough that she canât sleep. She needs to ration her pain medication because they really canât afford it.Â
How is she supposed to handle this? How is she supposed to raise a child that can vanish without a second thought? Her bright beautiful boy who loves feeding the ducks and being pushed on the swings and playing unfathomable games with his friend Emma that she canât even begin to understand the plot of.
(Sheâs almost certain one of them is supposed to be a cheetah for some reason? Or a lion? Thereâs a lot of running involved in the game, and hiding.)
Itâs a few months later when her arm is healed and her ribs are better and Fievel is turning five when everything comes crashing down. Because she doesnât get a call from the school. She gets a call from the police.
Apparently Fievel managed to get out of the school far enough away that he got lost. He admits tearfully to her that heâs been getting further and further away when he âjumpsâ - and itâs not his fault. He tries not to jump. But it happens whether he wants it to or not and if he keeps getting further and further away then -
She thinks of a car and a road and putting her body between death and her son. And she thinks about the fact that when he jumps, she isnât there.
Look. Sheâs not stupid. She always knew that her kid wasnât exactly a normal child.
(Hello. Heâs practically a miracle. She wasnât exactly a virgin but that doesnât really matter when she was very suddenly nine months pregnant where she hadnât been before.)
So she reckons that the powers have something to do with that. And who does she know that definitely has a child who was also one of the miracle babies?
(Heâd mentioned heâd already acquired like, what, four kids when he came to see her. As though that was supposed to make her want to give up her kid even more.)
So she requests some vacation days (that she canât afford) and she pulls Fievel out of preschool for a week (itâs preschool itâs not that important) and they fly over to a city where she can hopefully get some answers.
(Fievel spends the whole flight with his face pressed to the window and his plane toy clutched tightly in one hand and his stuffed dog in the other as he enthusiastically makes whooshing noises.)
And she goes up the the big mansion thing and knocks and goes inside where she smiles at Fievel and tells him to go play with the other children while she talks to Mr. Hargreeves, thank you baby.
As she clenches her hands into fists and listens to Sir Reginald Hargreeves condescend to her about her ability as a mother, Fievel enthusiastically bounces over to the kids his age who stare at him like theyâve never seen anything like him before in their life.
(âIâm Fievel!â He introduces himself loudly, âAnd this is Doggy! My mama is here to speak to your dad.â
âUh. Iâm Six.â A bewildered little girl says back.
Fievel blinks, âOh! I just turned five.â
The girl giggles, âNo! No I mean my nameâs Six. but Iâm five-years-old as well.â
âThatâs a funny name.â Fievel says.
âNuh uh.â The girl refutes, âYour name is weird. See, âcause weâre all numbers ân youâre not.â
And heâs introduced to them all. One is tall and awkward looks. Two hides behind the others a little bit. Three has her hands on her hips and she looks at him, but softens when he tells her that he likes her hair. Four is a skinny wisp of a kid, with big wide eyes and no sense of personal space. Five sticks pretty close to Four. And Six, of course, is the one who talked to him first which obviously means that theyâre temporary best friends.
Temporary, because of course Emma is his best friend. âCause sheâs in his class and they sit near each other and play together with each other first.)
And his mother comes out to Fievel bossing the others around and them going with it, all with bewildered little expressions on their faces. Fievel is balancing on the back of the sofa next to a little girl who is holding Doggy, possibly in the middle of an evil villain speech? The little girl is solemnly petting Doggy like sheâs a Bond villain at the very least.
It makes her smile, just a little bit.Â
âFievel, baby, can you come here for a second?â She asks, and her son beams at him and vanishes from his seat over to by her leg where he pulls on her leg so that sheâll sweep him up into her arms.Â
(The children gape at him, all wide eyes and staring between them and their father like theyâre shocked. And they probably are. Reginald has informed her that none of them can teleport, but they do have a variety of weird powers between them.)
âYou know that youâre getting big.â She says, and she tries not to cry, âAnd youâre not going to be in preschool soon enough.â
âYeah!â He enthuses, âGonna learn real stuff!â
And thatâs just like her son. Voraciously hungry for knowledge.Â
âWell, this is a school for very special people.â She tells him, and watches his eyes go big and round, âPeople who⌠can teleport, for example.â
Fievel considers that. And then twists around to look at the other children, âYou can teleport?â He demands loudly, like itâs a betrayal of the highest form that theyâve been friends for an hour and this hasnât been brought up. And maybe it is. She doesnât claim to understand the intricacies of childrenâs hierarchy.
âUh uh!â A little boy exclaims, frowning. âI can just throw stuff real good.â
âIâm strong.â Another little boy offers. And then proceeds to demonstrate this by picking up half the couch and sending the little girl careening onto the floor with a shout, but she gets up and dusts herself off easily enough.
âOkay.â Fievel says brightly, appeased by this somehow as he twists back to his mother expectantly.Â
âOkay.â She says, her mouth dry. âWell. This is a special school for special kids. Itâs, uh. Itâs a boarding school.â
âWhatâs that?â
âIt means you stay here.â She tells him. âIâll - Iâll come and see you when I can. And you can call me whenever you want. But you have to stay here.â
âLike a sleepover?â Fievel asks, scrunching his face up in confusion.
âA little bit.â Her smile feels weak and forced and she canât even see it. âLike a lot of sleepovers all in a row. And when you wake up, you donât need to go anywhere because you live at the school.â
âUh uh. I live at home.â
âBabyâŚâ She cards her fingers through his hair. âI know itâs scary. I donât want you to go either - â
âThen I donât gotta.â Fievel says, matter of fact as he starts wiggling to get down. She hefts him up in her arms.
âBaby. Fievel. Listen to me.â She says firmly, âI canât take care of you well enough.â
He looks at her with betrayed eyes.
âItâs not your fault. You canât control your powers.â She tells him softly, because she loves him and she doesnât want to give him up but -Â âI canât keep you safe, baby. And the teachers canât keep you safe. But youâll be safe here.â
âI donât want to.â Fievel says, loudly. In the tone which says that a tantrum is approaching.
âYouâll learn how to control your powers!â She says in a forced cheery voice.
âIâm going to school with Emma.â Fievel insists in a slightly louder voice.
âYouâre already getting along great with the other kids.â She insists.
âNO.â Fievel says, at maximum volume, and then heâs gone from her arms and sheâs stumbling because itâs weird to go from holding something to nothing.
âHeâll show up in a bit.â She assures Sir Hargreeves, beyond tired. Heâs been watching the whole interaction and she hopes he hasnât gotten a negative impression of her son.Â
If heâs able to handle six other super powered children then surely he can handle hers. No matter what he asks. No matter how difficult it was to sign over the rights to her child. He promised that she can visit Fievel on weekends whenever she wants, for however long her son wants to do so.
Heâs going to keep her child safe. He wonât be running out onto streets. Heâll be able to train his powers, be able to control them, and maybe one day -Â
(Maybe one day sheâll get her baby back. Safe and sound in her arms and able to control his powers so she doesnât have to worry at all.)
So she leaves, and she leaves Fievel alone. And no matter how much he screams and cries and begs, no one lets him go back to his mother. He tries to run off, tries to jump away and follow after her - but a blond woman in pristine skirts comes and retrieves him.Â
(He tries to jump away, but she keeps coming and finding him until heâs too tired to protest when she carries him back to his new (prison) school in her arms.)
Reginald tries to lock him in his room. He jumps out. Reginald tries to put him in time out. He jumps out. Reginald says he doesnât get any dinner. Fievel jumps downstairs and raids the cupboards in the night.
It becomes an intense battle of wills between Sir Reginald Hargreeves and little Fievel.
Locks go on the cabinets, Fievel breaks them off by bashing them with one of the bookends he manages to snag. Reginald refuses to let Fievel play with the others. Fievel runs away again and has to be brought back by the blond lady.Â
(âYou can call me Grace if youâre so against mom.â she had told him demurely, after he yelled himself hoarse telling her that sheâs not his mother that he has a mother and that sheâs so much better in every way)
Then Reginald takes Doggy away, and Fievel begrudgingly has to fall in line lest he risk his stuffed companion. One of the only links to his real life he has.
(He doesnât even get to keep his clothes. He has to wear the stiff awful uniform that the other kids wear. Itâs the absolute worst. He looks stupid but no one listens to him.)
When his mother comes to visit, Fievel is sullen and still angry with her for abandoning him. He sulks and doesnât talk to her a lot.
He grows like this. The Umbrella Academy turns six, and then others receive names after Fievel loudly points out that having numbers for names is weird and that no one should ever trust a man who names his kids numbers itâs lazy and stupid.
So One becomes Luther and Two becomes Diego and Three becomes Allison and Four becomes Klaus and Five becomes Ben and Six becomes Vanya.
And Fievel becomes Five.
They all think itâs really funny, that they all get names instead of numbers and Five gets a number instead of a name.
Heâs six and Reginald sits him down and tells him in no uncertain terns that his mother essentially sold him. That Reginald controls him. And if Five isnât a good boy then⌠well. Bad boys donât get to visit their mothers.
(Reginald finds a far more⌠effective way of controlling Five than a stuffed animal.)
(Good boys also donât talk to their mothers about their training. They smile and act happy and lie because they want to keep seeing her. They donât tell her about how scary it is, how they desperately want to come home, how maybe their mother could take all the kids because they donât even have mothers and it isnât fair.)
So Five grows bigger, gets new uniform, clashes with Reginald as much as he dares, and settles in to life at the academy. He sprawls across Vanyaâs floor and tries to remember all the story books he read with his mother.
(Thereâs only grown up books in the manor that theyâre expected to read. And Five likes them, he loves to learn, but - he misses storytime. He misses the wonderful books about adventure and other worlds. He misses when he felt like he was going to go on an adventure because he had powers and was special!
He doesnât wish heâs special anymore.)
Vanya asks him once why he hangs out with her, because sheâs normal. Because she doesnât have powers.
And Five looks at her and tells her that thatâs the stupidest thing heâs ever heard. He spend years surrounded by people without powers. He tells her about his best friend Emma, who definitely didnât have powers.Â
âI wish I had a best friend.â Vanya tells him, face sad and drawn and Five pulls her into the fiercest hug he can.
âYouâre not my best friend,â He tells her, and she looks even sadder until he finishes it up with, âYouâre my sister.â
âBut you have a mother.â She says, sounding confused.
Five shrugs, âDoesnât matter. Reginald is legally my dad, and heâs legally your dad, and so we share a dad. That makes us siblings.â
âIs a sibling better than a best friend?â Vanya asks after a long moment of silence.
Five doesnât think so. He misses Emma. He misses his preschool. He misses his life, the life before the Academy. But Vanya looks so sad and pale that he hugs her again and says âYeah, of course. Weâre family.â
The others tolerate him in varied amounts. Luther thinks heâs dumb because heâs always mean to Reginald. Five thinks Luther is dumb, and heâs definitely right. Allison constantly bugs him for information about what she terms âthe outside worldâ and Five has told her about birthday parties at least a dozen times and she still looks wistful and asks him to tell her about them again.
(They turn eight and Five produces a paper crown for his sister because she looked so wistful when he described Emmaâs birthday tiara. Allison wears it until Reginald snaps at her to get rid of it, but Five sees her tuck it in the waistband of her skirt rather than throw it away.)
When Reginald snaps at Diego for his stutter, Five snarls and snaps back, getting between the man and his new brother and yelling because he knows thatâs not how you help kids! Yelling doesnât help! His teacher said so! And his mama!
Diego is never particularly thankful for his interference, but Five doesnât care.Â
Five is nine and he jumps into the mausoleum with Klaus and holds his most fragile brother and snarls, threatens to run away. To take Klaus and just go, that theyâd go to Fiveâs mother and she would take them away from Reginald and this place and -Â
Klaus always buries himself into Fiveâs side with his hands over his ears until the morning when Five either jumps away or glares with furious eyes at Reginald even when heâs punished after.
Heâs nine when he gets into a screaming match with Diego who says that Five isnât one of them that he has his mother and if he had the chance he would abandon them in a heartbeat.
Reginald threatens to cut off his motherâs visits if he finds Five interfering with âNumber Fourâs trainingâ one more time.
Five looks at Klaus, who is his brother. Who is frail and skinny and pale with dark bags underneath his eyes.
Reginald looks satisfied because Five has always backed down before when his mother is threatened. Itâs his ultimate trump card.
Five is so very very tired of his mother being used against him. And he loves Klaus. And these kids, they are his siblings. (He tries not to think about the fact that next year heâll have officially been here just as long as he was with his mother. He hates it.)
Reginald finds Five in the mausoleum with cobwebs in his hair and his brother against his side and a glare on his face and Reginald forbids his next visit with his mother.
Five keeps jumping into the mausoleum. Klaus looks at him with wonder in his eyes and Five pries up the floorboard that hides Doggy (because even after Reginald found a better way to threaten him, he remembers) and cries himself to sleep.Â
âYou chose us.â Ben states instead of asks, very quietly, when theyâre studying together.Â
âMy mother can look after herself.â Five says stiffly, not taking his eyes off the page. âKlaus canât.â
Ben doesnât say anything more, but Five feels eyes on his back for a good long while after that.
When Five is ten, they debut for the first time. They go to the bank, and stop the robbers.
(âWe canât send Ben in,â Five insists, âTheyâll die!â
âTheyâre robbers.â Luther scoffs, crossing his arms.
âDoesnât matter. Theyâre still people.â Five insists. âYou definitely arenât supposed to kill people. Itâs a law.â
âShut up, Five.â Diego says grouchily, âWe just need to get this over with.â
âDadâll be pissed off if we let any of them escape.â Allison says, and the whole group goes quiet as they consider their fatherâs disappointed fury.
âIâll go.â Ben mutters reluctantly, and Five tries to meet his eyes but the other boy slips into the vault before he can. The group stands silently as they listen to the screams and watch the blood splatter.
âThis is wrong.â Five whispers.
âThis is how it is.â Klaus whispers back, sounding defeated.
They donât talk about it, after.)
Five smiles for the camera and lets Klaus lean on his shoulder and steals a thing of tissues from a reporterâs purse and uses them to wipe more of the blood from Benâs face with a tight smile and the world goes on.
(He doesnât know his mother watched. Doesnât know the fury she flew into. Her son was supposed to be safe - he was supposed to be at a school. Why the fuck was he stopping a bank robbery like some kind of little child soldier?
She becomes a problem. And Reginald can be awfully practical about problems.)
Five is ten-and-a-half and he hasnât seen his mother in a year and a half. And heâs tired and heâs rebellious so one day he sneaks out and finds a pay phone and the only reason he remembers his number is because his mother made him memorize it and quizzed him frequently.
(Heâd gotten lost so often from wandering away and accidentally jumping. His rules were to approach either women with children or people who worked wherever and ask them to call her.)
Except the call canât connect. Disconnected number.Â
Five frowns, and end up doing some research which involves massive lies to the library, and then he has a picture of a newspaper obituary in his hands and a hole in his heart.
Car accident, the paper says.
Five crumbles it up, and then smoothes it out again because thereâs a picture of his mother next to the article and Five doesnât have any pictures of his mother. So he hides it under the floorboards next to Doggy and cries himself to sleep and then he gets up and does his training and doesnât talk about it.
He doesnât tell his siblings. Not even when Luther blows up and calls him a stuck up brat who can go cry to his mommy if he think itâs so bad here. Not even when Klaus jokes about running away with a cracking voice in the mausoleum, not really jokes at all. Not even when Vanya asked him for another of his motherâs stories and he started crying in the middle of them. Heâd just told her it had been a hard day of training.
(Vanya never asks him questions if he mentions training. He feels bad about lying to her and using it as an excuse butâŚ)
He waits for Reginald to tell him. He waits, because surely someone would tell him that his mother is dead. Heâs her son.Â
Reginald never tells him. He tells Five that heâs bad and still hasnât earned back his visiting privileges. Five hates him so much. So so much.Â
Five is twelve-years-old and he is sprawled across Vanyaâs bed after a particularly brutal day of training. Reginald has been trying to overtrain Five the day before he puts Klaus in the mausoleum overnight so that Five will be too tired to jump in. It doesnât work, but itâs an exhausting enough punishment.Â
âI wish I didnât have powers.â He tells Vanya.
âNo you donât.â Vanya says back fiercely, fists clenching in her blankets, âNot having powers sucks.â
Five tilts his head and looks at her, âNo.â He says gently, âNo one knew I had powers. And I was loved. I was so loved, Vanya.â
âStop it.â Vanya says, face tight. âIf you were so loved, why did she leave you here?â
And Five opens his mouth and nothing comes out, because it hurts.Â
âYou donât wish you had powers, Vanya.â Five tells her finally, and there are tears in his eyes but heâs looking at the ceiling not at her so it doesnât matter. âYou wish you had a family. A proper family. Not this - this stupid academy. I hate it. I hate it here.â
âDonât call it stupid.â Vanya says, âItâs not fair. Itâs not fair that you have a family and we just - we just have the academy, okay? So donât call it stupid.â
âWe deserve better. We deserve a childhood.â
âWe have a childhood.â Vanya scowls, âJust because itâs not as nice as yours was or whatever - â
âThis is my childhood, Vanya.â Five snarls, propping himself up to face her, âI know you all think Iâm so spoiled and - and Iâm not one of you or whatever, but I came here when I was five. My memories of before - Vanya theyâre fading. I couldnât pick Emma out of a crowd if I tried. Iâve been here for years longer than I was ever there, and itâs not fair.â
âYou still have a mother - â
âNo I donât.â Five cuts her off, his voice ice. Vanyaâs eyes are wide, startled by his tone. âVanya, look around you. When was the last time I saw my mother?â
Vanyaâs lip wobbles as she realized she canât remember.
âItâs been three years.â Five tells her, eyes hard and cold and angry, âSheâs gone. I made a choice, and I chose you. I chose the academy. Because despite everything, I love you guys. Youâre my siblings, even if sometimes you donât act like it.â
âFive - â Vanya tries.
âNo.â Five cuts her off, hopping off the bed and shaking his head, âIâm going to - Iâm going to go to my room. You get some more practice in or something. I think Pogo picked out this piece and you know what heâs like.â
He doesnât let her get a word in before he jumps up to his room.
Five is twelve when he stands in front of Reginald and says âIâm not using my powers anymore.â
âYou have an assignment.â Reginald says severely.
âNo.â Five refuses politely, and his family watches with wide eyes from the sidelines. The only family he has left. âIâve got control now. Iâve decided Iâm going to be normal now.â
Reginald locks Klaus is the mausoleum early and watches with unimpressed eyes as Five picks the lock and strolls in.Â
Reginald handcuffs Five to a rail. Five plucks a paperclip from his sock and picks those as well.
Reginald locks Five in a room from the outside and tells him that heâll get dinner when he jumps out.Â
Five opens the window and shimmies down the drainpipe and has to be picked up at Griddyâs where heâs charmed the owner out of a free doughnut and hot chocolate with a sob story about school bullies to explain his grubby appearance (the shimmy down the drainpipe hadnât exactly been graceful. or clean.)
He locks Five in the basement in a weird room thatâs soundproofed. Five tries to hunger strike but - itâs so quiet. He can hear the sound of his own heartbeat. He canât stand it. Itâs like the room was made specifically to torture him.
(He looks at the little bed in the room. The sheets were dusty. This room has been around for a very long time. He wonders who itâs for, Allison, perhaps? Sheâs always been fairly obedient, maybe this is the reason why.)
He jumps out on the second day, and doesnât talk to anybody. Reginald is smug like the cat the got the canary, and Five hates it.
Then Five is messing around, and something slots into place, and he realizes - oh, he might be able to time travel.Â
Once he figures it out, heâs desperate. Heâll save his siblings that way. Heâll take the to a time where Reginald canât get them. Theyâll be out of reach.
(maybe - maybe they can travel back in time. maybe he can save his mother -)
Five is thirteen-years-old when he time travels for the first time. When he runs out of the house like heâs done so very many times before, except heâs angry and frustrated and heâd tried to bait Reginald into telling him his motherâs dead again and he hadnât and -Â
Five jumps. Itâs snowing. He did it. He jumps again, laughing. He jumps again -Â
Ash.
He tries to jump, but his power fizzles out. He calls for his siblings. No one answers. He finds the academy - rubble.
So Five lives in the apocalypse. He tries to go home, he does. He buries his siblings as well as he can. He wanders around gathering food and textbooks. He picks up a mannequin and names it Dolores.
(He searches the rubble of the academy, but he canât find Doggy or the picture of his mother. Either they were found and removed years ago, or theyâre buried beneath too much rubble. Five doesnât know.)
 He takes Dolores on a road trip. He tells her itâs to see if they can find any people, any survivors.
he arrives in a graveyard and traces his motherâs name with trembling fingers. this is the first time heâs been to visit her grave. this is the first time heâs seen her in four years.
So he survives. He grows up, desperately clinging to life by his fingernails. He does complex calculations, wondering what his mother would think of him now.
He meets the Handler. He becomes an assassin.
(heâs glad his mother is dead, so that she will never see what he has become.)
And then one day, he gets home. He falls into the courtyard, and looks at the faces of his grown up siblings and -Â
(heâs so tired of losing people. heâs so tired of being taken away from his family.)
He hops to Griddyâs, he gets into a fight with assassins, he cuts a tracker from his arm, and he goes to Vanyaâs apartment.
And heâs Five, but heâs also Fievel. And somewhere inside heâs still that same kid who loved his mother and wanted her to fix thing, who trusted her even though she didnât have powers. His mother wasnât ordinary, and heâs never seen Vanya as such.
So he asks her for her help.
(Later, she tells him that they hunted down his mother when they were fifteen, because theyâd been absolutely convinced heâd just run away and gone back to herno matter how much Reginald insisted he was dead.
Thatâs when they found out about her death. Her date of death.
âIâm so sorry, Five.â Vanya says, tears in her eyes as the whole family shuffles and looks away.
And Five puts his hand on Vanyaâs. âI knew, Van.â
Her head snaps up. Klaus blurts out a what in the background.
Five shrugs, âIâve known since we were ten. Itâs okay.â)
Five sends Vanya to investigate the eye.Â
(He asks Klaus -Â âHave you - â
âNo.â Klaus says instantly, shaking his head. He knows what Five is asking.Â
Five considers that answer, then shrugs. Heâs not sure if it would be better or worse for his mother to be one of the ghosts that tormented Klaus. âAfter I - after, did dad get worse?â
âYeah.â Klaus says simply, because itâs true.
Five hadnât been there to jump into the mausoleum and try and shield his brother from invisible enemies.Â
âIâm sorry.â Five says quietly.
âMe too.â)
Vanya comes back and the eye hasnât been made yet. Five swears, loudly and at length.
And maybe in another world Five snaps at Klaus and denies Vanya and goes off on his own and ignores Allison but -Â
In this one, Five was the only kid who not only didnât care that Vanya was âordinaryâ but actively challenged her on it. Who told her in no uncertain terms that he was jealous of her.Â
(Itâs a very different book that comes out.)
In this world, Five shielded Klaus and challenged Reginald. He jumped into the mausoleum and hugged his brother and, most importantly, he chose Klaus over his mother. And Klaus knows that. Klaus has⌠a lot of loyalty to Five, and even though heâd though for a long time that Five abandoned him⌠he knows better now and he feels - he feels guilty for doubting his brother. That guilt may or may not manifest in being a bit clingy.
In this world, Allison thought Five was fascinating because heâd been in the real world. Heâd been to real school. She remembers him telling her about his mother, about trips to the zoo and the museums and the birthday parties, about sleepovers and playdates and parks.
(She has a daughter, and she takes Claire to the childrenâs museums and to zoos. She tries her best for her daughter and hears Fiveâs voice telling stories in her ears. She does her best to be a good mother, she tries so hard.)
Itâs a slightly more united family that stands against the apocalypse.
But thereâs always something with them, isnât there?
âDonât you know?â The Handler says, with her perfect lipstick smile, âI donât have to win, I just have to take you out of the game. Your weak spot has always been the same, hasnât it?â
âYou donât have shit.â Five says, unimpressed. âMy family is fine.â
âAre you so sure about that, Fievel?â
(Five already chose his siblings over his mother the first time. The choice is⌠much more difficult the second time.)
WHERE HAS THIS BEEN?!!?
"YOU'RE NOT DRINKING TIL YOUR THIRTY!"
Ok, oh god how do I start this, well tonight was a night to remember because I forgot to give my moms the keys to the van and now my poor aunt has drive back to cousins house to drop the keys and now I feel guilty.
Here's how it started ok, today was cousin's wife Graduation from college and him and the in laws decided to have a celebration for her. My cousin thought it would be great to invite my moms, little sister, and me the awkward middle child. The party didnt start til 8 pm, we didnt get there til 9 PM. We say "Hello" "Congratulations" to my cousin's wife and we chat and eat with her, him, and the in laws. My cousin tells my mom and stepmom that their were "beverages" and as by that I mean alchohol. My mom grabs a beer and starts drinking and my stepmom thought it would a "FANTASTIC FUCKING IDEA" to give the keys to the van, because 1. The keys dont have a clip to on the belt loops. 2. She doesn't want to lose them. AND 3. BECAUSE I CANNOT SAY NO BACK.
A Few Hours Later
My cousin comes around and offers my stepmom a tiny glass of "Mango Delight" wine and my dumbass curiosity asked what it was and my cousin said it was and gave me a glass with a little orange slice on the side of the cup. I drink it ( in case y'all wondering I'm 20 years old and was not pressured into drinking I did this on my own term). I'm halfway done with my drink and my cousin pours more in the glass and that was my final serving ( Under Mother's Order) . My aunt ( who was there earlier than us and helped set up for the party) decided it was her time to go home because she had work in the morning, she asked my mom's if me and my little sister wanted to go with her, we said yes. It was a good 45 minute drive back home, but there was this ominous feeling that I was forgetting something but I didn't pay much attention. We get back home, I went straight to my room ( After saying "Thank you" to my aunt) I toss my purse on my bed and it jingled and that ominous feeling came back, I reach into my purse and guess what was inside.
My Mother's Keys
I screamed the word "Fuck" and ran out of my room and told my aunt, she laughed and lil sis was scolding me . I call mom immediately she blames for forgetting and that "I'M NOT DRINKING TIL IM 30!"
Now my poor aunt has to drive all the fuck way back to her son and daughter in law's home to give my moms the keys to the van.
The End
Fan idea
Now this is just a idea
Netflix is considering making Resident Evil into a live action show and I'm hoping they go with the game version storyline and if they're gonna put Leon I think they should cast KJ Apa as a young Leon.