Just the two of us (Number 5)

S1 E1- We only see each other at weddings and funerals

On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, forty-three women around the world simultaneously gave birth. None of the women showed any prior signs of pregnancy. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and playboy adventurer, made it his personal mission to find and adopt as many of these children as possible.

He got Eight of them.

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30 YEARS LATER

Quinlin sighed as she turned up the radio and fixed herself a cup of coffee. She slowly danced around her apartment to Nelly Furtado when the music suddenly stopped and an announcement came on, "Eccentric Billionaire and Founder of The Umbrella AcademyReginald Hargreeves dead at 63." The Newswoman said. Quinlin froze. "Holy shit"

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She got out of the taxi and pulled the Leather jacket she wore closer to her as she walked up the steps. She looked up at the Umbrella on the top of the door and shook her head. "Here we go" she mumbled to herself as she pushed open the door.

She looked around the Mansion from the lobby and sighed. She took a deep breath and walked to the living room and looked at the portrait of Five on the mantlepiece. "Hey" a voice called out from behind her, she turned around and came face to face with Number 2. "Hey Diego," she said as she smiled and gave him a quick hug before stepping back.

They faced the door when they heard muffled conversation. Diego walked out and scoffed, "I'm glad you're here," She heard a woman say. Quinlin stood at the doorframe and saw Vanya and Allison talking. "Least someone is," Diego said as he walked past the pair while glaring at number 7. "Way to dress up for the occasion," Allison said as she looked at him. "At least I'm wearing black," he said as he walked up the stairs. Quinlin went to the kitchen through the living room and up to her room from there, she didn't really want to speak to anyone.

She collapsed onto the bed and spread out her arms as she let out a breath. She looked around the room and saw all the pictures and drawings still intact.

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She walked down and saw everyone sitting in the living room and talking. "Lovely, are we still leaving me out of conversations?" she asked aloud catching everyone's attention. "Quinlin" Klaus exclaimed as he got up and hugged the girl. "Klaus, christ" she huffed as she caught his weight and hugged him back. "You're back," Allison said as she smiled. Quinlin smiled back before Klaus dragged her to sit beside him on the couch.

"I guess we should get this started," Luther said as he got up. "So I figured we could have sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown" he continued, everyone looked at him in boredom. "Say a few words, Just at Dad's favorite spot," he said. "Dad had a favorite spot?" Quinlin questioned. "You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time, None of you'll ever did that?" he questioned. Everyone shook their heads.

"Will there be refreshments?" Klaus questioned as he leaned back on the couch and took a sip of the whiskey glass in his hand. "Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner" Number 4 continued as he raised his glass in mock salute. "What? No, and put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here" Luther said as he glared at the cigarette resting between Klaus's fingers. Quinlin rolled her eyes, same old Luther.

"Is that my skirt!?" Allison said all of a sudden and Klaus got up. "Yes!" he exclaimed "I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the bits," he said as he posed. Quinlin chuckled and shook her head, so seems like nothing had changed.

"Listen up. Still have some important things that we need to discuss, Alright?" Luther interrupted, Klaus, sighed, and sat back on the couch and Quinlin patted his shoulder. "Like what?" Diego said in annoyance. "Like the way he died" Luther answered. Quinlin groaned, "and Here we go" she muttered. " I don't understand I thought they said it was a heart attack." Vanya said as she looked at Luther. "yeah, according to the coroner" Luther said as he scoffed slightly. "Well, wouldn't they know?" Vanya questioned. "Theoretically," Luther said as he shrugged. "Theoretically?" Number 3 countered. "I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened," he said, Luther looked worried but Quinlin knew otherwise, he was still trying to prove himself to their dead father.