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The Understudies, Season 2, Chapter 8

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Warnings: gun violence, character death

“She was looking for you!” Five proclaimed, “for all of you!”

“All of who?”

“You…Delores…Brianna…Danielle…” he answered, “it’s because you’re one of us. The handler stole you away though, Lila. Like how our asshole father took all of us!”

Lila began to get nervous. She shook her head as she looked at the siblings, “no…it’s not the same thing!”

“You’re right,” Diego agreed, “because he didn’t have our parents murdered. Your parents sold Dani and Bri off, but they kept you and Dot. They realized that someone was after them right around the trip to Canada, where they left Dot with someone who promised to take care of her. But the handler stole you. Listen to me, Lila. You were born on Octboer 1, 1989, just like the rest of us.”

“STAY BACK!”

“HEY! Hey! Stop!” Diego begged, “Wait. Hey, Lila! Lila, STOP!”

“I trusted you,” she cried, “I got you a job. I even introduced you to my mother. And you took off on me!”

“That’s because I HAD TO SAVE THE WORLD!” he reminded her, “She’s just using you, Lila. The handl-“

“YOU’RE WRONG!” she yelled, cutting him off, “she raised me. SHE LOVES ME!”

“Yeah, but you know what,” Luthor began sadly, cutting in, “Love shouldn’t have to hurt this much!”

They were all silent for a few moments, before Lila put her finger up to her mouth and made it seem like she was throwing up.

“Enough…come on!”

“HEY, FIVE!” Diego yelled, stopping his brother from charging Lila, “Stop. I got it. Lila. The truth? The handler is dangerous. And you’re scared of what she’ll do with all that new power. That’s why you dragged me to the commission. It’s because I know what it’s like to love dangerous people. The difference between us, is that they love me back!”

“SHUT UP!”

“The only thing that she loves is power!” Diego began, “and the minute that she can’t use you, she will turn on you. And deep down, I know that you know that!”

“You don’t know me, Diego!”

“Don’t I?” he asked, “I know that we can be your family, if you just let us!”

He took a step closer to her, closing the gap between them. Lila still looked around the barn, cautious around the rest of the siblings, but no one gave the impression that they were dangerous to her. She sighed, ready to give in. She knew that Diego was making sense, and that he was more than likely right. And here these unknown people were, ready to just accept her.

Gunshots rifled through the barn, breaking up the moment. The siblings’ bodies jolted, each one of them littered with bullet holes as the handler ripped her way through them. Lila ran to Diego when the gunfire stopped, “Diego! NO!”

“Awww!” the handler mocked, looking between Lila and Diego, “Dot…isn’t that sweet? She’s still got feelings for him.”

Dot didn’t respond, and she didn’t think much of it as the handler stalked towards Lila and Diego.

“It’s true what five said, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she replied honestly, “and I need to know that we can get past this. Be a happy little family again, hmm?”

“They’re my real family!” she whimpered, looking around at the siblings who were bleeding out, “do you even love me?”

There wasn’t enough time for her to answer as she pulled one of Diego’s knives and attempted to stab her.

More gunshots littered the air as the handler shot Lila, killing her.

“Que sera sera!” she commented simply, making her way over to five who was choking on his own blood, “oh good…you’re still alive. Lucky you! You got to see how this all played out.”

Again, gunshots littered the barn, killing the handler. The last of the swedes walked in, his gaze momentarily caught up in the dazed look Dot had across her face as she stared at five. His brow furrowed as he followed it. With simple steps he made his way into the massacre, stopping short of where five stood.

He pointed his gun at him.

Dot dropped to her knees, silently begging for him not to. Five closed his eyes, using the last of what little energy he had, to attempt to turn back the clocks.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion for five. His siblings lost the wounds from the handler, the bullets flying back into the gun. He charged at the door, ending up beside it, when his powers cut out.

It was perfect timing in every sense of the word.

He caught her right as she came in, knocking the gun from her hands, forcing the siblings to be surprised at what had just happened. Dot stood obediently at her side, unwavering.

“It’s true, isn’t it? WHAT FIVE SAID? ANSWER ME! IS IT-“

This time it was two singular gunshots that ripped through the air. The handler and Dot crumpled to the floor as the Swede entered the room. Five rushed towards the shell of the woman that he loved, but she was already gone.

“THE CASE!”

Diego tackled his brother as Luthor attempted to stop Lila. She had grabbed onto the case and disappeared.

The Swede cocked his gun, and five, lost in his grief did the same, pointing it at the assassin, tears in his eyes.

“ENOUGH!”

The Swede looked from Dot and the handler, to the siblings, before repeating ‘enough’ in Swedish. He sighed, and turned on his heel, leaving the siblings alone.

“WHY DID YOU STOP ME?” Luthor growled at Diego.

“Because I love her!”

“Yeah, well now we’re stuck!”

The siblings heard a noise outside, and their attention turned towards the two people walking towards the barn from the field.

“No way!” Diego breathed, his smile reappearing on his face as he dragged five out of the barn with him.

“Is that-“

“Herb…”

The siblings were shocked. Five dropped the briefcase on the entrance floor as Luthor gawked at him, “oh god…we’re back…we’re home…”

“Someone check the day!”

“What day is it?” Luthor asked.

Five gasped as he picked up the newspaper on the rounded table, “April 2, 2019…it’s the day after the apocalypse.”

“Wait?” Allison asked, “so we stopped it?”

“So wait, it’s over?" Vanya asked.

“We actually succeeded at something!” Klaus said in disbelief, “That’s incredible.”

The siblings all seemed to be in a happy agreement, while Five looked around, saddened by the fact that Dot wasn’t with them.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I need a drink!” Klaus smirked. The siblings, again, seemed to be in agreement, as they followed him into the parlor. While the siblings split off, all starting their own conversations, it was Diego who stopped, curiously looking at the picture over the fireplace, “Hey guys…why is there a picture of Ben over the fireplace?”

“I knew you’d show up eventually!”

The siblings were surprised to see Reginald Hargreeves stand up from his chair and turn towards thme.

“Dad!”

“You’re alive!”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” their father asked.

“Yeah…yeah,” Luthor agreed, “you’re right. I’m just happy you’re home. And that we’re together again!”

“Home?” the man scoffed, “this isn’t your home!”

“What are you talking about?” Allison asked, “This is the Umbrella Academy!”

“Wrong again,” the man said matter of fact, “after that night, I made a few decisions. This is the Sparrow Academy!”

Footsteps were heard above them. The siblings turned around, their eyes not catching on the group that was on the second floor balcony, but rather to the two siblings that they thought they’d need again. Ben stood in front of the bar, with Dot by his side.

“Dad who the hell are these assholes?” Ben asked snarkily, sneering at them.

“Want us to get rid of them?” Dot asked, cracking her knuckles.

Season 3, Chapter 1

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Someone - Ghost Ben Hargreeves x Ghost!Reader

Request: Ben hargreeves x reader who is also a ghost??? And klaus ships the hell out of em & Ghost ben x ghost reader with klaus third wheeling hehehehe i need more platonic klaus and reader stuffss

Warnings: mentions of drugs (well.. it’s Klaus) and death (uhm bc ghosts?)

Word count: 2 045

“TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR-!”

Klaus jumped up so quickly that he almost fell out of his bed. The bright sunlight that was shining into his room was blinding and hurt his eyes, mostly, but not only, due to the terrible hangover he was suffering from.

“What-“

He blinked and noticed two figures standing at the end of the bed. One was Klaus’s deceaced, adopted brother Ben, and the other was you, the also deceased neighbor, who the Hargreaves kids had been friends with for as long as they could think. Now both ghosts stood in Klaus’ room, staring down at him in worry. Klaus usually loved his sleep but today your obnoxiously loud and off-key singing had woken him up for good; saved him from the lost souls that chased him in his nightmares.

“You were screaming,” Ben explained, crouching down to his brother. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Klaus shook his head no and slowly untangled himself from his blanket, earning an unnerved screech from you.

“Seriously, you sleep in a shirt but without pants?”

You turned away, deciding that it was too early in the day to be faced with Klaus’ bare legs in all their pale beauty.

Ben just chuckled.

“You hang around all the time anyway,” Klaus answered, reaching for the hand Ben had offered him, but was only met with thin air, causing him to sigh and get up by himself. “I bet you peek when I take a bath!”

“Oh, he’s fine,” you answered Ben’s question that had originally been directed at Klaus. “If he can hit on a dead person this early in the morning, he’s fine.”

And with these words you left the room. Through the wall.

Ben watched as Klaus wandered over to the chair by his desk and grabbed a flower skirt which he put on.

“Oh man, seriously?”

“What? Flowers match my aesthetics!”

“I meant the stupid lines you throw at (y/n) all the time. You know they don’t like it! You’re just gonna chase them away eventually,” Ben complained.

“Oh, they know it’s just banter,” Klaus disagreed, “and you’re just jealous that you don’t have the courage to be so open.”

Ben’s eyes widened, and he almost would have jumped forward to cover Klaus’ mouth with his hands to make him be quiet, but it would not have made a difference anyway since he was not made of matter.

“Shh,” he hissed instead, “They might hear you!”

“Oh come on,” Klaus threw his hands in the air, “did you still not tell them you like them? I didn’t raise you to be such a coward!”

“Yeah, you didn’t raise me at all,” Ben spit back, “and it doesn’t have to do anything with cowardice, just so you know.”

“Oh really, then why didn’t you tell them yet?”

Ben sighed, not sure what to answer. He did like you, very much in fact. But you were friends, and if he confessed that he liked you… the usual problems anyone who had ever been in love with their friend. But with the little additional problem that both of you were dead. For all eternity. You would both be stuck together in this weird situation until the end of time.

In the meantime, oblivious to the conversation that was going on in Klaus’ room, you were wandering around the Hargreaves mansion. Sometimes it upset you that you had no possibility to talk to anyone, other times you had fun commenting on the inhabitants’ routines the same way a sports reporter would, but today you were content just strolling around the house.

Grace was sitting in the gallery, embroidering flowers onto a white piece of cloth. For a while you watched her precise movements, then you walked over to the edge of the balustrade and watched Diego practicing his knife throwing. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and was throwing his knives against the door while turning to change the angle as often as possible. With slight amusement you watched the cold metal blades boring themselves into the massive wood where they stayed stuck, vibrating from the impact.

After you had watched Diego for a while you walked downstairs into the kitchen, where you found Luther brooding over his oatmeal.

“Knock, knock, anyone home?”

You pretended to knock your knuckles against Luther’s head.

“Sorry, that wasn’t very nice,” you mumbled, and flopped down on the chair opposite him. “sooo, what’s going on inside that head of yours, hm?”

Since, unlike Klaus, Luther could neither see nor hear you, he did not respond or even move, he just kept staring at his half eaten breakfast.

“How do you do that, dealing with your feelings for Allison,” you wondered, still not receiving an answer, but not expecting one either, “everyone knows you guys have a thing for each other, and you are always around each other. How does that not totally destroy you?”

Luther sighed and picked up his spoon, twirling it between his fingers.

“I mean… do you feel remotely as lonely as I do? Every time I see Ben, or even think of him, I… I see what I could have, how perfect he is, how kind, how… broken. He never wanted his power, yet he was the one burdened with it, and it’s so hard for him. And I just want to help, but I also want so much more! I want to hug him, and kiss him, and tell him everything will be alright! I want to make sure he’ll always be safe and welcome with me, and… then I remember that he just does not feel the same affection for me as I feel for him… and it just sucks.”

Luther dipped the spoon into the oatmeal, and pulled it back out, but instead of eating it, he turned the spoon so the oatmeal dripped of the spoon and back into the bowl, making a strange, wet sound.

“Yeah, something like that.”

~*~

No matter how much you adored Klaus and the stupid jokes he was making, you could not always hang around him. It was not so much his character, or Ben’s constant presence that made things hard as much as it was what he poor bastard did to himself. You were pretty certain Klaus had tried out every single drug nature and mankind had ever developed, and he spent most of his waking time getting high on them. You just could not watch it. You and Ben were the only two ghosts who got through to him once he was all drugged up, and you had lost count on how many times you had tried to stop Klaus from taking whatever he was about to take, but to no avail. He never listened. And while Ben hung out with Klaus for whatever reason, you just could not. Klaus was not your responsibility, and he had made it pretty clear that he did not want your concern either. And so you tried to stay away from him most of the time he was not clear.

The sun already began to set over the city when you made your way up to the roof. You loved sitting out here, watching the last light fade in the distance and the stars creep out of their hiding. You missed the feeling of the sunbeams on your skin and the wind in your hair, but at least you still got to watch these perfectly rich colours on the horizon and on the roofs.

You wondered whether in ten, twenty, a hundred or even a thousand years you would still be able to enjoy these images as much as you enjoyed them now. Would you stop caring eventually, when everybody who had ever bound your soul to this world had died? Would you turn bitter and angry, like a poltergeist? You could not remember ever having met such a ghost. Most of the time the other dead people were just shadows of their former selves, and hardly any were as conscious and active as Ben and you. Would you lose this energy eventually? Would you too just turn into some dead shadow of your former self?

While you were still thinking about these topics, Ben had slowly approached you, and sat down next to you. Only then you noticed him.

Turning your gaze away from the skyline, you looked over at him. Ben’s eyes were closed and his head was dropped back into his neck as if he was trying to feel the wind and sun on his face. But you knew he could not. Some people might think it to be romantic to be a ghost, but really it just felt like you had been robbed of some of the best things in life, like the feeling of wind and sun and water, your favourite foods and long Sunday naps.

“How was your day,” you asked, looking back at the horizon.

“Ah, you know,” Ben shrugged, “the usual. Klaus being a dick, Klaus being annoying, Klaus sleeping, Klaus listening to music …” You laughed, and Ben could not help but feel a little proud for having made you laugh. “And yours?”

“Watched Grace, watched Diego, had a very one-sided conversation with Luther and some of the portraits in the gallery, and I am currently enjoying this wonderful sunset,” you summarized.

“What did you talk to Luther about,” Ben wondered, and for a moment you wondered if he was jealous. But of course he was not. Why should he be? Luther did not even know you existed in this afterlife.

“Allison, loneliness, as you said, the usual,” you answered.

“You’re lonely,” Ben wondered, and turned to look at you.

“Sometimes,” you admitted, “I mean… I can see my family every day, but I can’t change anything about how their lives have changed without me. I never thought my dad would be one to drink, but here we are! And my siblings are all grown up now, moving away, living… and I’m just here like… maybe I should attend college, just out of curiosity. Or go to some workshop for knitting, even if I can’t do it myself.” You hesitated for a moment, before continuing more quietly. “I just feel like I’m lacking sense. Like… something’s missing.”

“Or someone,” Ben added, more to himself, but when he looked up from where he had been staring at his hands, he saw you were looking at him.

“Someone,” you asked, not sure if you wanted an explanation.

He did not answer. He just stared at you. At the sunbeams that caught in your lashes and made them glow, but left no shadows on your cheeks, at the way your eyes skipped over his face, trying to read his expression, but failing. Over the years he had learned that the only thing that felt real in this strange state of being a ghost was the touch of another ghost, and it felt weird and foreign since it happened so rarely. Ben did not know why exactly, or whether there was any reason at all, when he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours. Maybe it was just to stop that look on your face that tried to hide disappointment. Maybe it was because he had wanted to do this since he had been a teenager. Much to his relief you did not pull away, instead you leant in, gently kissing him back and driving his heart crazy, especially when you decided to place your hand at the side of his face to pull him closer. Your skin was warm and soft and real, so different from the strange world of the living all around the two of you. Ben did not quite realise it until he had pulled away again, cheeks blushed and lips swollen, but something felt different. It was not just the ecstatic feeling of knowing you liked him just as much as he liked you, but something more. What had you said about this feeling of loneliness earlier? As if something, someone, was missing? Ben leant his forehead against you and felt your eyelashes flatter against his skin. That feeling of something missing was gone now. He had found the Someone he had been missing. You.

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dirbyjuliaducournau · 4 years

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people are really out here defending allison/luther like that shit wasn’t the most uncomfortable thing ever

#🤢#the umbrella academy #umbrella academy luther #umbreall academy allison

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imaginexmeintheuniverse · 5 years

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Me, suddenly feeling real stupid: can we take a picture with my umbrella?

HIM, being real awesome: should we huddle under it?

#robert sheehan #is a beautiful treasure #me #my face #selfie #montreal comiccon #comic con #tua #ua cast #tua cast #the umbrella academy cast #umbreall academy cast

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multifandom-andrandomshit · 5 years

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Diego, solving a crossword: I need a five word letter for 'Disappointment'

Klaus: hmm.. oh! I got it, Klaus!

Diego: Oh it fits! Thank yo- hOLD On a MiNuTE diD yOu jUST-

#Umbrella Academy #the umbreally academy incorrect quote #the umbrella academy #incorrect quote #tua #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #poor klaus #he's my baby #i love him so much #ahhhh #number four #number two #MY BABY KLAUS #ahhhHHH

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tremendoustenderness · 5 years

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Dean Winchester from Supernatural and Diego Hargreeves from The Umbrella Academy would get along really, really well.

Both are bad-ass fighters,

Both have huge daddy issues & probelamtic relationships with their siblings.

Both love their moms a lot.

Both are tough on the outside and soft on the inside.

As an aquarius and a libra they are both air signs.

And they also have really similar facial hair.

#this explains why i like them both #dean winchester #diego hargreeves #supernatural #sam winchester #the umbrella academy #garard way #the winchester brothers #hargreeves #netflix the umbreall umbrella academy #the cw supernatural #jensen ackles #david castaneda

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ober-affen-geil · 4 years

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I like a lot of things about the Umbrella Academy (spoilers ahead). The soundtrack, for one. But the thing I think I appreciate the most about it is that for something that hinges entirely on the absurd and the ridiculous, it walks a very fine line of dark comedy and it does it extremely well in my opinion.

Just...Klaus, for example, is a character that’s used a lot for comic relief, but he’s also deeply tragic (like all the Hargreeves kids are in one way or another) and the dark parts of his character are never used for comedy. His addiction(s) and other issues are never a joke by themselves, nor are they made light of.

The scene in season 1 when Luther asks Klaus to help him forget about life for a while (”be like you” I think is the exact quote); it’s not treated as a “woohoo let’s go party” moment. Luther is upset and in a lot of emotional pain and what he’s asking for is unhealthy. And Klaus knows that. Because he knows that he is unhealthy in his choice of coping mechanism. It’s a really heartbreaking moment, actually.

In season 2 where we’re watching the Swedes mourn their brother in a Viking funeral, it’s played very seriously even though all the context surrounding that moment is utterly absurd. And it gives it a lot of emotional weight that it, by all rights, really almost shouldn’t have.

Big, complicated issues like racism and homophobia we see addressed in season 2 get the same treatment, they are never a joke, never a punchline. They are serious, real-life problems and they are paid respect to within the context of the story. That’s a very fine line to walk and I just really like the way Umbreall Academy does it I guess.

#umbrella academy #umbrella academy season 2 #spoilers

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meerschweinchen-archive · 3 years

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i dont know a umbrella academy but i honestly think this is sucha good song (especially this cover) like

Children behave, that’s what they say when we’re together And watch how you play They don’t understand And so we’re

Running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another hands Trying to get away into the night and then you put your arms around me And we tumble to the ground and then you say

I think we’re alone now, There doesn’t seem to be anyone around I think we’re alone now, The beating of our hearts is the only sound

Look at the way we gotta hide what we’re doin’ ‘Cause what would they say If they ever knew And so we’re

Running just as fast as we can, holding on to one another hands…

are you seeing what im seeing????

#how has tungler yearningcore not gotten on to this yet #instead of the 1532 reblogs of i'm on fire which personally i find a bit creepy :/

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robertmarch82 · 4 years

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Regular visit to my PAH specialist. He changed my classification of PH from NYHA III to NYHA III - IV. NYHA IV is the last phase. My heart hurts.

And I wanted yet to order subscription of the magazine Centurion about history (no sense now, right?), go to mountains Beskydy for few days to relax in swimming pool and to change scenery, when I am 24/7 at home), dye my hair, get to 25th Fantasy festival, watch new TV show of Robert Carlyle, live long enough to see 4th season of The Handmaid´s tale, new TV show of Rufus Sewell, Star Trek: Picard, new season of Altered Carbon, Atypical, The good doctor, 2nd season of After life, The Boys, War of the worlds, Umbreally academy, new season of Criminal minds, Grace and Frankie, Young Sheldon, Victoria, Dicte, watch TV show Medici and Tudors…

Get to theatre to see my favourite actors in some good play. (Jan Fišar, Tomáš Jirman, Petr Houska, František Strnad, František Večeřa, Anna Cónová, Mrs.Logojdová…) At least for the last time see play Habadůra with my favourite Mrs. Forejtová…

Catch on my knowledge of history of Korea, Japan, China, India, Russia, Mongolia, Egypt, Persia, Peru, Great Britain, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Chile, Columbia, Mexiko…

Listen to everything from André Rieu, german discography of Karel Gott and Judita Čeřovská, listen to Tchaikovsky, Shostakovich, Johann Strauss father and son, Oskar Nedbal, Rudolf Piskáček, Antonín Dvořák, Bedřich Smetana etc.

To watch grow up my lovely kitten Shlomo and my little niece…

Go with my mom to running sushi, be able to prepare asian food at home.

What I will be able to manage in time I have left? I feel physically and psychologically so horrible

#pulmonary hypertension #PAH #incurable illness #depression #personal

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darktrainer · 5 years

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They need an "I'm already fucking watching it" button for this site so I don't have to see 20 umbreall academy adverts a day

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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The Understudies, Season 2, Chapter 5

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: angst, manipulation, mentions of death.

“Case 743… “

“What?”

I looked at Dottie, and she raised her brow. My frown lines deepened, “that fish…in the handlers office. He’s not some run of the mill fish. He spelled out 743 in that bowl…”

“AJ,” she nodded solemnly, “you’re right. He’s not just a fish. H-he used to be the head of the commission…before-“

“Five.”

She nodded and I sighed, “He’s not all that bad, you know…five? There are even some redeeming qualities about him…I-I would know.”

“He’s the most notorious agent around, Dot,” she said nervously, her head shaking as she spoke, “everyone knows of his workmanship. He’s a cold-blooded killer. He practically wrote the book on it.”

“I-I’m in love with Five!” I admitted nervously, “I have been ever since we were kids. Hell, I spent most of my adulthood trying to use my powers to get to him. He’s not some cold-blooded killer. He just does what he has to in order to survive.”

“He is one big moral gray area, Dot…he’s dangerous.”

“We’re getting too off track…I need your help, Dottie…I need to see something…and it has to deal with Five, the handler, and AJ.”

Her head began to shake even more as she looked at me, “I-I couldn’t.”

“I just need you to point me in the direction of the files,” I said quickly, trying to get her to agree with me, “I need you to show me where they are and I’ll do the rest.”

“I could get in a lot of trouble, Dot. You’re not authorized to go down there. You’re just a case manager. A level one case manager. You shouldn’t…we shouldn’t…”

“Dot…look at me!” I said quickly, grabbing her by the arms, “something important is happening, and it’s something that I need to look into. Especially if AJ is hinting at it, from inside the bowl. I need to get to the file room.”

She sighed, “you won’t change your mind on this will you?”

“If you don’t feel comfortable helping me that’s fine…just say the word…but I know it’s something important to do with my family…”

“Tell Herb,” she sighed, “he-he’ll get you there…I-I don’t have the clearances.”

“Thank you, Dottie…” I all but cried, pulling her into a hug, “you’re helping me more than you could ever imagine.”

“B-Ben, is he here right now?”

The siblings looked to a very dazed Klaus. Brianna ran over to him and fell to her knees, “Ben…. Ben…please come through. Use Klaus again. I-“

“Ben didn’t make it!” Allison said slowly, looking between her siblings for a moment, before rolling her eyes and shrugging it off, “It’s just Klaus…he’s probably going through withdrawals.”

Brianna looked up at Allison, tears in her eyes, “he said Ben…he-“

“Funny how all of us are trying to convince dad to help and you’re still stuck on Ben!”

Brianna looked up to her sister, the mirror image of herself, but in her adult form. She swallowed hard, “I tried…I got dad to agree to find you, bu-“

Brianna was cut off when Dani rushed, and slapped her, “you only ever gave a damn about yourself. I bet you were so happy when you got to dad first. You’re probably the one that convinced him to ditch us! That is, if you even told him about us.”

“Hey!”

“Of course I told him about you. All of you!” she began, “but he wouldn’t hear it. He wasn’t ready to listen to it. But you’re all here now! He’s trying.”

“Bull shit,” she spat, going after her again, “this is all your fault, Brianna!”

“Dani, stop!” Luthor ordered, rushing the sisters and picking Dani up. Dani began to try to fight against Luthor, but it was no use, “Dani!”

“PUT ME DOWN!” she commanded, “stop sticking up for her. ALL ANY OF YOU EVER DID WAS STICK UP FOR HER. SHE SLEPT WITH KLAUS. AND BEN. AND YOU. AND SHE DATED DIEGO! YOU’RE ALL IN HER BACK POCKET BECAUSE SHE PLAYED INNOCENT WHILE TAKING YOU ANY TIME YOU WANTED!”

“Dani!” Allison admonished.

More tears welled up in Brianna’s eyes as she looked at them. Her eyes slipped to the floor as she thought about it.

“Don’t say you have a crush on him!” Dani scoffed, rolling her eyes at her sister, “Ben wouldn’t ever like you!”

“Why not?” she asked meekly, “he-“

“Because you’re not special!” she spat, “Remember? You’re like Vanya…”

“Dani-“

Brianna had begun to glow, but Dani did the same, intimidating the younger of the two sisters, “don’t start with me, Brianna. We both know who is more powerful.”

“That’s only because you use your powers…y-you don’t let me use mine!”

“Too bad.”

Tears welled up into her eyes, “I like Ben.”

“Too bad,” she repeated with a smirk, “He’s mine.”

She looked to Diego, the tears falling down her cheeks. Diego was regressing in on himself. The tears that stained his cheeks were nothing in comparison to the look he shot her; sadness over knowing just how it all started.

“He-hey…don’t cry.” The younger version of Diego began as he sat next to a sobbing Brianna. The twelve-year-old looked at him, “wh-wh-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She sniffled.

“Y-you don’t have to lie, Brianna…I won’t ju-judge you!”

“I like someone!” she admitted sadly.

“So?”

“H-he’ll never like me back!”

“Wh-why not?”

“Diego, I don’t want to talk about this…” she whimpered, not wanting to say anything else. The young Hargreeves boy stared at her, misreading the cue entirely. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. She whimpered again, and Diego reached up, holding her face between his hands as he pulled away.

“I-I like you…”

“DANI STOP!”

“She’s just some slut!” Dani spat, “She couldn’t handle that Ben was my boyfriend first. And that Diego liked me more! So she went to Klaus. Just like she’s doing right now!”

“Stop!” Klaus whimpered pathetically, swatting at the air, “shut up, Dani!”

“Seriously, he doesn’t deserve you, Brianna. You are ama-“

She stopped him by slamming their lips together. If he could kiss someone else, so could she.

Klaus kissed back momentarily, then took a step back, breaking the kiss, “what are you doing? We should think about this. You’re Diego’s girlfriend.”

“Fuck thinking,” she growled pulling him back to her. This time his arms wrapped around her, and he kissed back. After a moment they both pulled away and she turned towards the bar, “are you coming?”

He nodded and they both hit the bar, calling for shots. About half a dozen in, she felt someone grab her arm, whipping her around.

Diego.

“Brianna I-“

“I don’t want to hear it,” she growled, “we’re over.”

“Bria-“

“NO,” she growled, standing up, pushing him away from her. Klaus immediately got between the two of them, “Is this why Dani kicked me out of the band? So you two could have a secret thing on the side? Does Ben know about this?”

“You need to sober up Bri,” Klaus said quickly, pulling her from him. Klaus started pulling her towards the bathrooms, and it wasn’t long until he had her leaning against the sink, “are you okay.”

“Shut up.”

“What?”

She didn’t bother answering him. She didn’t want to feel anything. She grabbed him by one of his scarves and pulled him towards her. Their lips crashed together once again. He moaned against her lips as she began stroking him through his jeans, “Brianna.”

“GET OFF OF ME, YOU BIG APE!” Dani screamed, “YOU’RE IN ON IT TOO!”

“And you always loved being here…up in space…” she teased, “I don’t see much of a draw…you know…besides the guy in front of me.”

“I’m surprised he allowed you to come…”

“There were a few arguments…” she began, but quickly cut herself off. Luthor pulled Bri to his chest, and their lips came crashing together. She gasped against him, surprised at the outburst, and pushed him away, “Luthor…”

“Dad’s showing the rest of them the base…and what we still have to do to get it set in stone…I missed you. I missed seeing my girlfriend…” he mused.

“It’s true,” she whimpered softly, looking at her sibling through teary eyes, “a-all of it is true. I’ve been with all of you…I dated Diego, Ben, and Luthor. I had sex with Klaus and Ben…I-”

“Brianna…”

All of the siblings looked to Brianna, who was sobbing on the ground, afraid of moving. Her eyes caught onto Diego’s and she sighed, “I’m no good for any of you…I-I don’t deserve any of this…I don’t deserve to be part of the family.”

“Brianna wait!” Diego called as she ran away from the group and through the kitchen door. The siblings looked at one another and Luthor put a quiet Dani down. Five came walking through the door a second later, a different kind of silence about him.

“What in the hell is going on?”

Chapter 6

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