✫彡 "I kind of hate most things but I never really seem to hate you."
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, Daniella's thermokinesis, aka the ability to manipulate temperature, is completely hidden away from the world.
That is until Sir Reginald Hargreeves fi...
"Um, does anyone else see the chick on our couch?"
"She looks dead."
"Two in one funeral, huh?"
"Don't joke about Dad's death like that, Dieg-"
"Shut up, Luther-"
Pogo eyes the twenty-nine year old babies with faint amusement, leaning on his cane.
"I'm not dead, you weirdos."
Each head under the high ceiling-ancient living room turns toward the girl. Daniella flushes a deep red. The unwanted attention makes her queasy; she sits upright to regain some control of the situation. The leather couch causes her body to sag against the cushion, though, and it only makes her feel smaller under their hostile stares.
She's close to swallowing back her own words before one of them speaks up. "The girls' awake. Now talk, Pogo."
The voice belongs to a tall, dark-skinned woman, with tight coils framing her sharp features. Her sharp tone cuts through the unmistakable tension in the room.
Daniella gulps.
It's official. She's been kidnapped and is going to die. By an ape and his children. Is this how she's meant to go? One guy looks like she bought 'The Hulk' from Wish, and another thinks he's Deadpool.
"You okay, hun?"
The sixteen-year-old startles, turning to the man in a skirt, resting on the armchair. She'd ask where it's from, but it's not like she's making it out of here alive. "Not really. You?"
He nods approvingly. "Samesies! Wine?"
"Klaus!" The Hulk-wannabe scolds. "She's thirteen, man."
"Um, actually, I'm sixteen-"
"Actually, Ms. Sayre, you are neither," Pogo interrupts scornfully. "In fact, at least mentally, you are 29 years old."
Daniella barks out a laugh. This place is more insane than she had thought. "Uh huh, right, sure, and monkeys can talk-oh, wait."
Klaus giggles. The dark-skinned woman beside him slaps his chest, murmuring something in his ear that shuts him up. They all turn to her in sympathy, like-like she's actually meant to believe him.
Daniella's mind begins reeling. From waking up in a hospital bed alone and feeling the impending doom slowly creep up on her to being told she's thirteen years older than she was yesterday. Her heart pounds out of her chest; she can feel the deafening sensation in her ears.
"I was...I was in a coma?"
Pogo bites his lip. "Not exactly."
"What are you not telling us, Pogo?" This time, the Deadpool-wannabe asks, but his perplexed eyes are stuck on Daniella.
"Ms. Sayre is one of you, Diego."
Diego chuckles in disbelief, rubbing his hands tiredly across his face and muttering under his breath, "There's no fucking way..."
The brunette feels so fucking lost. All of the others start to raise their voices, talking over each other and asking too many questions. Daniella swallows down the panic.
"What do you mean, one of them?" She asks so quietly, almost inaudibly, but they shut up all the same.
Klaus, who looks more distraught than herself, slowly lifts his sleeve. The artistic black ink sewn boldly onto their skin makes her jaw sink to the floor.
"You guys...you're the umbrella academy?" She gasps, her eyes bouncing around every member before one of them catches her attention, and she realizes-
"Ella. Hi," And it's fucking Vanya, the girl she would see three times a week to laugh all violin sessions long, except she's more than a decade older.
It feels surreal to see them all like this. It feels like she's missed out on the biggest portion of her life, and the shock still hasn't quite settled in.
Daniella isn't aware that she's even moving her arms until the limbs are wrapped around Vanya. The violinist hugs her back tighter. Daniella, for a lack of better words, smiles shakily and whispers beside Vanya's ear, "Hi. You look old."
"Yup, you're definitely Ella," Vanya chuckles, unoffended (thank God). "And you look just the same, weirdly."
"I do?" Daniella asks, turning to Pogo for confirmation. She continues when he nods, standing closer to Vanya than anyone else. "Is that...is that my power, or something? You said I'm one of them."
She ignores Diego's, 'How the hell do you two even know each other-', and places her undivided attention on the talking ape. She has questions, lots of them, and she'll be damned if she doesn't walk out of this room with answers.
"No," Pogo says, and Daniella internally thanks the gods that her power isn't that lame. "You see, Ms. Sayre, do you remember seeing Number Five before you entered your coma-like state?"
"Yeah, I mean, it feels like yesterday," Daniella explains in the blink of an eye. She tries to ignore the fact that absolutely everybody is attentively listening. "I was waiting for Vanya so that we could hang out, and then I met Five. He was a dickhead, honestly-"
They all murmur some variation of 'Yeah, that checks out' before letting her continue.
"-but I felt bad, I guess. He looked high, like he was out for blood. But I remember seeing something blue, and I grabbed his arm because I thought he was hurt. Then I....I d-don't remember."
"Wait, so you disappeared with Five?" Luther implores. "But why is Daniella here and not him?"
Daniella grimaces at the way he spits out her name, as if she were a gum wrapper stuck to the sole of his shoes. Maybe there's more than one dickhead in the family.
"That is because she didn't, Number One," Pogo denies, and the confusion level in the room triples itself. "When Daniella touched Five as he was using his powers, she unknowingly activated hers. When your father and I went outside all those years ago, Daniella was lying on the floor, and her veins were golden.
It was obvious, at that moment, that Daniella was not ordinary.
So, Mr. Hargreeves placed her in a safe room, close by. We monitored you and kept you alive, taking note of your powers. For some reason, however, you've never aged."
It dawned on Daniella then, above her anxiety and sweaty palms and rapid breaths, the reason the lock had melted. Or the reason her arms were glowing, and the reason she felt much more energy than a normal human would after waking up from a thirteen-year coma.
"Temperature manipulation," Daniella guesses, biting her bottom lip as she looks down at Pogo. "That's my power, isn't it."
"Yes, Ms. Sayre."
"Ooo, nice one!" Klaus grins excitedly, and the sixteen-year-old (looking?) girl can't help but return it.
As contagious as his excitement is, her thoughts haven't slowed their swirling around her mind since she woke up, and they sure as hell aren't dying down now. Tears spring to her eyes, and she forces them back down.
There's no reason to show weakness in front of all of them.
Vanya squeezes her shoulder, and it's the most comfortable she's felt since she opened her eyes here (for the second time). It feels like everyone is trying to process it with her, and it almost makes her laugh.
She should be the one on the verge of a panic attack, not them. She should be the one pacing around the room like a maniac, not Diego. She should be the one getting drunk, not Klaus.
Alas.
Sending Vanya a hesitant smile, Danielle raises her voice again in the silence.
"Wait. Last question, Pogo. If I've been asleep for thirteen years, why did I just wake up now?"
"I do not know, Ms. Sayre. I truly do not know."
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AUTHOR WRITES . . .
Very dialogue-heavy, but needed to explain everything! Basically, five and daniella's powers worked against eachother when they touched. So while five went to the future, daniella was sent into a coma.
Why do u guys think Daniella woke up that day specifically?
