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

No, I'm Five

You looked around and had blinked to the other side of the city where a strip mall used to be. 

"I said I wanted to go HOME, to my horribly messed up Hargreeves family. I just want my family back so WHY AM I HERE?" you yelled into the smoke. 

You still had your bag, but there wasn't enough in there to survive out here. Looking around you saw the remains of the old mall. There were still a couple of sturdy sections with a roof. It could definitely be used for temporary homing and protection. You made your way through the rubble and flames praying that some rest would help you be able to blink home. 

Once to the mall you pushed your way through a broken window, careful to not get cut. The last thing you needed was a wound to care for on top of surviving and getting back home. Once through the window you go a bearing on your surroundings. The building seemed abandoned but you decided to take a quick look around anyway. Remembering the shot gun in your bag you loaded it and decided it would be wise to have it ready, just in case. 

You glanced around the remainder of the building. Aside from several burnt mannequins the building was desolate. You circled back to the front of the old mall where you originally entered and found a desk that had somehow me it. Flipping it over in a corner you made a makeshift fort and shelter for the night. Surely you just needed to rest then would be able to blink back in the morning. 

Closing your eyes and taking one last deep breath in, the exhaustion of the day flooded over you. You definitely slept but it was not rest. Nightmares about Ben and your current circumstances haunted your sleep 

clink

You jolted upright shotgun in hand ready to take on whatever made that noise. 

There was quick rustling like someone moving but you could never catch a glimpse of anyone. 

Your heart was racing. 

Your eyes darted back and forth and up and down looking for any sign of anything moving. 

Nothing. 

clink

You whip your head to the right to find your makeshift fort cover (a pair of jeans draped carefully) had fallen off and the button was hitting an old glass bottle. 

You let out a deep inhale and exhale trying to let the stress go with it. Composing what was left of yourself you packed your backpack and went back outside. 

Of course, everything was still smoking because this couldn't have just been a bad nightmare. It had to be your reality. 

Okay, pull yourself together. Focus. Let's get back to our family. 

 Going through the same steps as last time: grounding yourself, focusing on your family, channeling your energy to where you want to go, you prepared to blink again. You felt more focused and calm this time. It was going to work. You just knew it was going to work. 

I'm going back to the Hargreeves family in my timeline. 

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You blinked. 

You felt yourself pull back from blinking...only to feel the hot air again. 

"WHYYYY MEE!!!!!!!!!" 

Nobody was around. You didn't care how loud you were. 

Ch...

You  were quite familiar with the sound of a gun locked and loaded. You were even more familiar with what it felt like to have a gun pointing in your general direction. 

"Honestly whoever you are feel free to kill me cause I'm already over this place"

You slowly turned toward the sound of the gun with your hands in the air. Whoever or whatever it was was directly behind you. 

Sure enough, off behind some rocks and rubble was the barrel of a gun pointing directly at you. 

Listen, I'm not a threat. I didn't even mean to end up here. Long story. Can we talk about this before you go shooting me?

"Who are you? What's your name?"

Okay. A male. Young. Good to know. 

My name's Y---Five. My name's Five. What's yours?

"Fi--Did you say Five? What kind of name is that?"

My dad wasn't too fond of his children. We were numbers not kids. So yes. Five is my name. Any more questions?

"What's your last name?"

This dude...of course I get stuck with the most annoying person in the world to be the only person alive . 

What does it matter, man?

"WHAT. IS. YOUR. LAST. NAME?"

HAR.GREEVES

There was a silence. A very long, thick silence. The gun lowered, not a lot, just slightly. 

"Hargreeves?"

Yes, now I've answered your questions. Answer mine. What is your name?

The person came out from behind the rubble. His gun was lowered but still at the ready. He was a smaller thing. Rough around the edges. Didn't look any older that thirteen or fifteen. 

"Five Hargreeves"

Yeah...that's my name so what's yours?

"No...my name is Five Hargreeves. So either you're lying or there's something weird going on"