The Umbrella Academy Imagines & Preferences

Preference ~ When They See You Again In The 60's

Summary/Prompt: When They See You Again In The 60's

Warnings: Season 2 spoilers! If you haven't seen season 2 don't read this. Some cursing but what did you expect it's TUA. Also some warnings for police brutality in Alison's part.

A/N: So for Ben's, you do have an ability similar to Klaus where you can see and communicate with the dead.

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Luther: The first time he saw you after you all got split up, he wasn't even sure if it was you. He'd been looking for you for so long that when you finally turned around and made eye contact with him, he teared up knowing it was you. Without a moments hesitation you dropped what you were doing and ran over to him hugging him as tight as you could. "I can't believe it's you." you mumbled, a broken sob racking through your body. "I thought I lost you..." he said, holding you close to himself. 

Diego: You were quite an intelligent person, and you were sure as hell stubborn. Something Diego both loved and hated about you. After you all got split up across the 60's, you never stopped trying to find him. You held on to the hope he was somewhere out there searching for you as well. When you dug up some records on someone who looked exactly like Diego, you looked to match a name with the face. Just to be sure. And you were right. It was Diego. Your Diego. You had found he was put in Insane Asylum for theories about J.F.K's assassination's. "Idiot." You mumbled out. Soon enough you made your way into the Asylum. Posing as a knew high-end therapist. You had managed to convince everyone Diego needed to have a conversation with you, as soon as you stepped in the room and Diego saw you, He looked up at you with the most shocked expression you've ever seen. "Well don't just look at me, I'm here to break you out come on." You told him with a smirk.

Allison: As soon as you all got split up, Allison was the only thing on your mind. You were frightened for her more than anything else. The 60's were not known for being accepting to anyone unless you were white, straight, and followed the rules. Alison and you had finally started getting close to one another when you both got split up. You swore to do everything in your power to find her. You were loosing hope quickly after years of finding nothing. But one night you were walking alone to a dinner to get a late night meal. That's when you saw it, the protesting. You smiled for two reasons. One, you loved seeing that the people were fighting back and not giving up on receiving the rights they deserve.  And two, you knew you had found Alison. You had a feeling in your heart Alison was here. Using that logic you moved closer to the scene, just in time to see Alison getting roughly pushed around by a police officer. Being the fucking badass you are, you quickly punched the officer off Alison grabbing her hand and running without even looking at her. When you both stopped running you realized she never got a look at your face. "Thank you for that, but...who are you?" you took a deep breath and turned around a crooked smile on your face. "Hey Ali."

Klaus: Finding Klaus wasn't that hard. He started a damn cult. You just had to follow the trail of evidence he left behind. After about 5 months, you managed to find where he was staying. It wasn't even that hard to get in. But the whole 'cult' thing did kinda freak you out a bit if you were being honest with yourself. Once you got inside the building Klaus was staying in and past all the weird hippies that consisted of the cult members. When you got to the door that you figured Klaus was behind, one of his devoted followers tried to stop you, so being fed up with it, you kicked him were the sun don't shine and went inside the room anyway. When Klaus looked up and saw you he instantly got up and engulfed you in a hug. "Y/N! I thought I lost you." "I thought I was the only one who survived, I can't believe it's really you."

Five: Five found you. You of course tried to search for him, but one night you had just finished dinner and were currently washing the dishes. You heard a loud crash at the front of your door, quickly grabbing the closest knife. You hesitantly walked to where you heard a noise when you saw a blue light flashed behind you. Spinning around you came face to face with Five. "F-Five...? You found me..." "Nice to see you too Y/N."

Ben: You worked in a small bar ever since you arrived in the 60's. You knew you had to make a living for yourself because there was always a chance Five wouldn't return. So you find this old place that paid pretty well, and provided a place you could lie low. One day you overheard some men playing poker at a table. You were just cleaning up so you didn't hear to much. The thing that caught your attention however was when you saw the face of one of the men. "Klaus...?" you mumbled under your breath. If Klaus was here, surely Ben was as well. When you began to walk to Klaus you saw him running out of the door followed by the men. You were a pretty skilled runner so you managed to run as fast as you could following Klaus. "Hey losers." You said with a smirk jumping in the passenger seat as Klaus frantically started to drive off. "Holy shit, Y/N!" Klaus said as he gave you a side hug still trying to drive. "Y/N..." Ben said, a smile spreading on his face. "Long time no see ghost boy." You smirked up at him. 

Vanya: You were visiting a friend of yours, at a small gathering on the outskirts of town. The gathering was taken place at a small ranch so you wore a simple summer dress and made your way to the ranch. You had given up hope that five was coming to save you, so you tried to make the best out of your new life. Upon arriving at the ranch you had noticed you were a bit early and only about three other people had arrived. You wondered around the ranch, just to explore a bit when you saw her. "Vanya...?" You spoke hesitantly to the girl who was now looking at you. "You know who I am?" She asked with a smile on her face. That's when it hit you, she had lost her memory. She didn't remember you.