Number Eight (Five x Y/N)-- The Umbrella Academy

The Other Number

The Hargreeves children. 

The heroes that everyone adored. The children that Sir Reginald Hargreeves had trained to be the one thing that their entire community could rally around. 

Number 1- Luther- Strength 

Number 2- Diego- Trajectory Manipulation 

Number 3- Allison- Mind Manipulation "I heard a rumor"

Number 4-Klaus-Communication with the Dead

Number 5- ? - Time Travel 

Number 6- Ben- Tentacles

Number 7- Viktor- Sound Wave Manipulation 

But the community's heroes were slowly unravelling. Five had not honed his skills in with time travel enough and had disappeared into time a couple years before at the thirteen. A couple years later, a mission went so wrong it left Ben dead. The rest of the children had to grow up and move on with two brothers gone . 

Meanwhile, in another timeline, there were another set of seven children, raised by the alternate version of Sir Reginald, going through the exact same thing at the exact same time. 

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(Y/N) and the six other siblings went on the day's mission set by their father. The instructions were clear: Find the crate, do not open it, destroy the box, get home, do not let anybody stop you. Simple enough. Almost too simple. After all, you and your siblings had basically saved the world a couple of times at this point. You even saved JFK from being assassinated by some weird Hispanic looking dude (that mission still felt weird to you...that guy was definitely crazy...). Anyway, you had reached the crate and everything was going according to plan. Ben was supposed to be planting the explosives around the crate while the rest of the siblings stood watch at the various points of the warehouse. 

The clock was ticking. 

Four minutes until everyone had to be out. 

No sooner, no later. This would give exactly enough time for everyone to get out and get away without being in harms way. Everyone was waiting for Ben's signal to let them know that the explosives were in place. 

Three minutes.

Anxiety began to rise at this point. 

You glanced around to your siblings who seemed to be getting a little fidgety as well. 

Two minutes. 

That's it something is wrong. You whisper shouted to your brother that you were going to go check on Ben. He nodded in response. 

You rounded the corner to see Ben helping a young girl around all of your age down from the ladder to the top of the crate. 

"What are you doing??" you practically screech. 

"I heard something in the crate and she was in there! I couldn't just let her stay in there. We were about to blow the crate up" Ben responded quickly

"Dad's instructions were clear. Get in, plant the explosives, get out. We can't just...ugh! You--why--" The frustration was too much to even form a proper sentence. (Y/N) grabbed her earpiece to talk to her siblings. "Guys, this is going all wrong. Ben found some girl. We have got to get out and get out NOW"

"What are you on about, Five?" your older brother sassed back. 

"We just gotta go"

The other five siblings gathered around the crate. Everyone just stood there staring at each other, nobody able to make a decision about what to do. They were not going to leave Ben, but they also were not going to bring this random girl back with them. 

"You had one job, children" a low voice called from behind the crate. 
Bang.
Thud.
Bang.
Thud. 

 Ben and the girl laid on the floor in a pool of blood. Your father standing behind them holding a gun. 

You glanced around to your siblings, but they all just stood there, mouths agape and motionless. There was a tension in the air that was unlike any other. The idea of moving seemed dangerous. 

"I'm sorry, children, but this is what happens when you do not follow instructions. Consequences have to happen. Come along."

Sir Reginald walked past the group and walked toward the double doors of the metal building. All of the children followed behind him. You were the last in the line. You were scared. Panicking even. You and Ben had been extremely close, and now in a half of a seconds notice, he was gone. Your father had killed him. 

Your pulse quickened. 

Sweat starting trickling down your temple. 

You felt extremely hot but extremely cold at the same time. 

Adrenaline kicked in. 

You had to run but to where you had no clue. 

I've gotta leave. I can't stay here. Anywhere. I just wanna leave. I gotta go. I can't do this I-

You blinked. Without even realizing it you used your powers and you "blinked" yourself out of the situation. You looked around and saw that you were back at the house. 

Oh, no. Bad bad bad bad bad bad. If Dad finds me here he's gonna kill me......actually he might literally killed me. HE SHOT BEN. 

 You had no other plan than to run. You grabbed a few clothes and threw them in a bag. You grabbed a hunting knife off the wall, a canister of water, a wad of cash from under the couch that only the siblings knew about as far as you knew,  and a shotgun that broke down to fit in your bag and took off outside. 

It was hot. 

Extremely hot. 

Almost unbearably hot. 

You looked around and saw a completely destroyed city that had been burned to the ground.