December 2007. Five Couldnt Decide If This Was Good News Or Bad News. He Definitely Messed The Jump Up

December 2007. Five couldn’t decide if this was good news or bad news. He definitely messed the jump up in a much bigger way than he anticipated, and now he’s 12 years early. He ran his hands over his face briefly and exhaled a sigh. At least it was more time, and he wasn’t too far back that he could run the risk of running into his younger self. But, this meant his siblings were likely not going to be as much help as he needed them to be. Wherever they were, they were probably still playing crime fighters with Dad. 

“Coffee, I could use a cup myself.” Once invited in, Five took the chance to step around Ben and move inside. His mind began to rush, trying to figure out just where he went wrong, while also trying to focus on the situation at hand with this stranger, “Really fucked up that calculation,” he mumbled to himself, “Back to the drawing board, but what went so wrong...?”

He turned to look at Ben once again, this time taking the opportunity to really look him over. Late teens maybe? And the state of himself and his clothing seemed to imply he was some sort of mechanic or builder. To what extent, well, maybe Ben would be willing to share that information.

“Family, yeah - Ben is one of my brothers, but it doesn’t matter right now. The time is wrong, which means none of my family is going to be of any help. And you likely won’t either. But,” his eyes narrowed briefly as he took the paper out with Ben’s name and address on it, “one thing I want to know is what your connection to the Umbrella Academy is. you aren’t - part of it, so... Who are you then?”

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Five could think of at least a couple of his siblings that probably jumped ship as soon as they turned 18. He didn’t blame them, but he still had to wonder if any of them thought it through first. Allison surely wouldn’t have to worry, she could get anything she wanted, and Luther would probably follow her like a lost puppy. Klaus might get into trouble, but that seemed normal for him. Ben and Vanya... They might like their own lives away from the crime fighting. Diego on the other hand - 

“Split up, maybe. The house was empty when I arrived. But... it didn’t seem quite like they’d left entirely,” there was also the matter of Reginald not being there either. Where had they all gone? “I was the smartest of the team, so, without me I think they’ll be lucky to still be alive.”

He stopped slowly in his steps, his back to Ben as the thought sank in. If they were alive. The sight of their faces the last time he had seen them flashed in his mind. Older, but cold and still buried under the debris of the academy. Different, but he knew them. It was a weight he carried all these years, even though he knew they were all alive and well somewhere in the world at that moment. Walking around like they don’t know the world is going to end sooner than they think, and he still had no idea why or how to stop it. 

Five turned quickly to look at Ben, focusing in on what he had said, “Theoretical blackholes... Maybe you could help me after all. If you are as intelligent as you seem to be implying - I can make jumps across space and time, though one is much easier -” he leaned into a jump and popped onto the couch beside Ben, looking up at him “- than the other. I got the calculations wrong somewhere, but perhaps...” he took a breath and sighed, shaking his head, “I need to get to March of 2019. It’s of dire importance. Because I can’t wait around in this time line in case they come for me - and they will come for me. It’s not safe.”

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you're only making him stronger

on all levels except physical i am sitting on top of the moon with my legs swinging back and forth

I just think that Five should have a pocketwatch in the show

Seeing this kid tense and start to really examine him made Five tense in return. Eyes narrowed, following his gaze down to the crest on the jacket of his uniform. The Latin mantra of the Umbrella Academy was about as ridiculous as it sounded. They had figured it was their father’s strange sense of humor, but maybe he just liked to keep things seriously on brand. And umbrellas were his motif. 

Five shifted his shoulder back almost defensively, as if the observation of the crest and how the boy seemed to focus on it bothered him. It was taking away from the conversation when all he needed was answers. But, the answers that did come at last just yielded more questions. 

“You’re Ben,” Five repeated, giving a slow nod, “But you’re not Ben. Shit, I knew that had to be too easy,” he reached up to scratch at the back of his head, glancing back behind himself briefly. His only lead was a bust. Trying to find the others could take way more time than they had. Time would move quickly and they really didn’t want to waste any of it. He rocked back on his heels, anxiously wanting to move on and start over again, but the train of thought brought him back once more to Ben, this other Ben. 

Five turned quickly back to Ben, the serious look on his face as he narrowed his eyes slightly, “I’ll answer whatever questions you want, but I need you to answer some of mine. We don’t have as much time as I would like, so we need to move quickly. First off, what is the date? The exact date today?”

@bottledmoonlight​ / xxx