" Across every timeline, and every world, I will find you. "
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--- IN WHICH the moon falls for the sun across every timeline.
(five hargreeves x oc)
(spoilers for the umbrella academy)
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THE BEGINNING OF THE END.
" What we fear is not the end, but the realization that it began long before we noticed. "
SYNOPSIS !
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— Harper Morning stood before the green screen, gesturing towards a map of swirling storm systems while the camera rolled. As the city's top weatherwoman, she had navigated countless forecasts. Today was supposed to be no different—a routine update on an incoming storm.
But as she spoke, something shifted inside her. A sharp pain shot through her abdomen, doubling her over in shock. Harper barely registered the concerned murmur of the crew behind the cameras. Her hand instinctively clutched her stomach, and to her disbelief, she felt it swell beneath her fingers.
The room seemed to spin as Harper's breath quickened. The pregnancy—impossible, unreal—was progressing rapidly. The thought of motherhood had never crossed her mind, not seriously. Growing up in an orphanage and abandoned by her parents, the last thing she ever wanted was a child of her own. Luckily, her husband felt the same. They had built a life around their careers, free freedom from the chaos and burden of children.
Yet here she was, her body betraying her in the most public way possible. She tried to speak, to signal to the producers, but the words stuck in her throat. The pain intensified, and Harper dropped to her knees. Gasps erupted from the crew, and the camera operator, frozen in shock, kept rolling.
In a surreal blur, the unbelievable unfolded. Harper could feel the contractions coming faster and harder, her body working on instinct, pushing her into a labor she had never prepared for. The studio was in chaos now—producers shouting, assistants rushing to her side—but Harper's world had narrowed to a single, all-consuming focus.
With a final, desperate cry, she felt the release, the miracle of life arriving in a span of minutes that felt like both an eternity and a heartbeat. The studio fell into stunned silence as a baby's cry filled the air, and Harper, trembling and drenched in sweat, looked down to see the tiny, impossibly perfect infant in her arms.
