Let it Rain (The Umbrella Academy)

CHAPTER TEN: Her Name Was Delores

"Like I said to your children earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential. Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you," the man in the lab coat told us.

"Do you see the irony here, Grant?" I put my hand to the bridge of my nose.

"That's not my—"

Five stood up. "Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name," he growled.

"Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so—"

"Oh-ho, yes there is," my voice filled with venom. Five took a hold of my hand.

"And what about my consent?" Klaus cut in.

"Excuse me?"

"Who gave you permission... to lay your hands... on my son and his lovely girlfriend?"

"What?" the three of us questioned. I looked at Five and found his confused curiosity equivalent to my own.

"You heard me."

"I didn't touch your son or his little crush." Five snarled at how he referred to me as. He'd marry me in a heartbeat.

"Oh, really?"

"Well then how did he get that swollen lip, then?"

"He doesn't have a swollen lip—" Klaus suddenly punched Five in the mouth before he could say anything more.

"What the hecketh?!" I mouthed to him. Lance and Five's mixed look of disgusted, angry, confusion resembled my own.

"And how did she get that black eye?" Four reared back to hit me in the eye but Five grabbed his fist before he could make contact with me and pushed it away. Klaus sighed.

"I want it. Name, please. Now," Four demanded.

He pointed his finger at the Séance. "You're crazy."

"You got no idea." He picked up the snow globe on his desk. ""Peace on Earth." That's so sweet." Next he smashed it into his head and water, glass shards, and glitter went everywhere. "God that hurt." Four groaned. We stood there shocked, not sure what Klaus was up to.

Lab coat scrambled to get the phone. "I'm calling secur—" Four ripped the phone from his hand. "What are you doing?"

In a dramatic voice he said, "There's been an assault in Mr. Big's office, and we need security, now. Schnell!" Then he tossed the phone. "Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

"It's... Lance."

"In about sixty seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder, "What the hell happened?" And we're gonna tell them that you... beat the shit out of us." He sobbed dramatically. Five and I watched Four's display and brightly smiled. We honestly didn't think he could come up with that good of a plan. Elaborate, yes. Effective, fifty-fifty, but we'll soon see. "You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a..." He wiggled his hips and Five and I scrunched our faces in disgust but we still radiated with pride. "You're gonna do great in prison. That's all I'm saying."

"Jesus, you are a real sick bastard." Lance looked at the adult in disgusted terror.

"Thank you." Klaus blew a piece of glass from the snow globe out of his mouth.

We were all antsy as we watched Lance open the folder with the information on the eye. "Oh, that's strange."

My breathing shallowed. "What?"