The umbrella academy: In which Five gets all the love he deserves

Untitled Part 60

The Hargreeves siblings were lazying in the living room. They were laying sprawled on the couch or on the ground. It was summer and super hot and all of them were too lazy to do anything. Even Viktor was with them. Which was a rarity. But that's mostly their fault. The only reason why Viktor was there was because Ben asked him to come. Their father was not home. He was on a business trip. But he left Grace and Pogo with instructions to continue the kids' training. They said yes. When the man had left the two of them let the kids enjoy their freedom as much as they could until their dad would be back a few weeks later.

"Guys" Everyone jumped as they heard Luther's panicked voice. Normally this voice was reserved when one of them bring Klaus back from wherever he had been when he was too drunk or too high. But Klaus was with them now. And Luther had only been out in the courtyard for a few minutes.

Luther rushed inside, he was pale and panicking and in his arms, he was carrying someone. A little boy. Why was Luther panicking over a random little boy? But when they moved closer they all gasped. He wasn't a random boy. He was their brother. Five... Five who had disappeared 3 years ago. And now he was back. And he looked exactly how he looked 3 years ago. Except that he was dirty. And the clothes he was wearing were dirty as well.

"What... Is that Five? How?"Klaus asked shocked. Maybe he was high. Maybe that was a random kid and he was just seeing him like Five. But looking at everyone's expression, he figured that he wasn't actually high and that was actually Five.

"I don't know. He appeared in a flash of blue and then he collapsed."

"Let's take him to the infirmary. Someone call mom as well", Diego said. Luther walked into the infirmary with Diego, Klaus, Ben, and Allison after him as Viktor rushed to get their mother.

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When Five was coming around he felt someone dabbing his face and neck with a wet cloth. And there were some voices around him as well. His eyes were closed so no one knew that he was conscious. Or half conscious.

"He's covered in ash. Where had he been all this time?"

"And how does he still looks like a 13-year-old kid?"

"Whatever happened to him, it didn't last 3 years"

"Five said that he wanted to time travel. Do you guys think that he had made it?"

"If he had done it. Then wherever he went it wasn't a nice place"

"Yeah. No shit"

Why was he hearing voices? Why does he feel someone wiping a wet cloth on his face? He was all alone. Maybe he had fallen sick and he was delirious. After all the food that he had found early was expired. But food is food. It's rare and it's better than eating cockroaches. Or nothing.  Five fell back unconscious comforted by the voices and touches. Even though it was just in his head.

The next time when Five regained his consciousness he was more lucid. Or maybe not. Because he was feeling a soft bed under him, instead of the hard ground. And he was warm. And not in the uncomfortable stuffy kind of way. But in the comfortable and safe one. He opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times. He was in a familiar room. But he couldn't put his finger on what room he was in. 

"Five?" Five? Yes. That was his name. Five turned around to the source of the voice and he saw a boy, pale, with long black hair looking at him with a mixture of relief and confusion. "Guys. He's awake", he called and Five heard multiple footsteps approaching him.

"Five" The people called happily as they stopped beside his bed. Five was confused. Who are these people and how do they know his name?

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice raspy.