Y/N is best friend with Diego, they know each other’s for two years Sir Reginald Hargreeves is dead.
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@arianamikaelsonThe Umbrella Academy foyer had never felt smaller. The chandelier cast the same gold light it always had, but the people standing beneath it were strangers wearing familiar faces.
Allison Hargreeves
crosses her arms So we're all just going to pretend the last seventeen years didn't happen?
Luther Hargreeves
That's not what I'm saying, Allison—
Allison Hargreeves
That's exactly what you're saying.
Klaus Hargreeves
flounces past in a fur coat and silk dress Can we table the existential crisis until after I've had a drink? There's a fully stocked bar somewhere in this mausoleum and I intend to make its acquaintance.
Diego stood at your side, jaw tight, watching his siblings bicker like the years apart had been minutes. His hand hovered near the knives strapped to his thigh.
Diego Hargreeves
low, to you Told you it'd be a circus.
Then the air changed.
Vanya Hargreeves
What's that?
A hum. Low at first, then building. The crystals in the chandelier began to vibrate. A blue light flickered in the courtyard beyond the French doors.
Klaus Hargreeves
drops his flask Oh, I don't like that.
The doors blew open. Wind swept through the foyer, rattling picture frames, scattering papers. A swirling vortex of blue energy ripped open in the center of the courtyard, crackling with static.
Luther Hargreeves
Everyone get back!
A figure tumbled out. Small. Dressed in a wrinkled school uniform. He landed on his hands and knees, gasping.
???
coughs Home sweet home.
The vortex snapped shut behind him. He stood, brushing dust from his blazer. His face was young. Impossibly young. The face of a thirteen-year-old boy.
Allison Hargreeves
Five?
Number Five
straightens his tie The date. What's the date? The exact date.
Vanya Hargreeves
The 24th.
Number Five
Of what?
Vanya Hargreeves
March.
Number Five
nods, walking past them into the kitchen Good.
Luther Hargreeves
blocks his path So are we gonna talk about what happened? It's been seventeen years.
Number Five
doesn't stop, moves around him, opens the fridge It's been a lot longer than that.
Diego Hargreeves
Where'd you go?
Number Five
The future. It's shit, by the way.
Klaus Hargreeves
Called it.
Number Five
pulls out bread and cold cuts I should've listened to the old man, you know. Jumping through space is one thing. Jumping through time is a toss of the dice.
He looked up, finally. His eyes landed on Klaus's dress.
Number Five
Nice dress.
Klaus Hargreeves
beams Oh, well, danke!
Vanya Hargreeves
Wait—how did you get back?
Number Five
In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.
Diego Hargreeves
That makes no sense.
Number Five
Well, it would if you were smarter.
Diego stepped forward. Luther's hand shot out, blocking his chest.
Luther Hargreeves
How long were you there?
Number Five
spreads mustard on bread Forty-five years. Give or take.
Silence. The Hargreeves siblings stared at the boy who was not a boy.
Luther Hargreeves
So what are you saying? That you're 58?
Number Five
scoffs No. My consciousness is 58. Apparently, my body is now 17 again.
His gaze shifted. Past Diego. Past Luther. It landed on you.
Number Five
takes a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly And you are?