Dumb & Poetic || The Umbrella Academy

001: family tree

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Rory knew her father had died because she had been the one to tell everyone. 

Pogo, the ape who also helped raised her, told her it was to be that way. Rory would give a statement, saying that her father had died, on the steps of the academy. She would say it was peaceful. That they miss him. The press would do the rest. 

The family all arrived on the same day, though it was scattered. Diego first. Then Luther. Allison. Klaus was somewhere. Viktor was downstairs. 

At first, she was nervous for seeing them again. But then none of them looked at her and she realized she was being stupid. Now, she was just going about life as usual. But with no Dad to give her orders, and no Klaus being somewhere in the city for her to find, she was rather lost. 

She felt very strange. Like a stranger in her own home, now, though it didn't make sense. She'd been in this house alone longer than she'd ever been in the house with the others. But they seemed more at ease than her, somehow. 

She had been in her room, hoping to read or write or something, but ended up just sitting on her bed. So, she was now on her way out of the kitchen, having gotten herself one of the cookies herself and her robot Mom had baked the day prior. 

She thought she could go back into her room, but Allison found her on the way, and caught up with her. 

"Aurora. . . hey." She took her arm, stopping her from walking away with her cookie. "I, uh . . . I didn't think you'd be here."

"I live here." She said. 

"Right. But . . . with all that's happened." She had a worried look on her face. "I mean, with Dad."

She was confused, looking up at her. "I . . . I don't understand where else I'd be."

There was a crash from behind her, which was their Father's old office, and Allison took Rory's shoulder, pulling her back behind her. 

"It's just my brother." Rory made her way around Allison, and over to the desk, pushing some things out of the way and leaning on it and looking over the other side to see Klaus digging through the drawers, her legs in the air to keep herself balanced. "What're you doing?"

He jumped, hitting his head on the desk and making her chuckle as she stood back up, him doing the same as Allison came into the room, watching the pair with another confused look.

The pair were very different, visually. Allison was put together, in simple but elegant clothes, with her makeup and blonde hair curly and healthy. Klaus had his usual messy eye-liner on, his hair was a mess and he was in an old, ratty, extravagant black coat, a mesh shirt underneath. 

He looked at her, his eyes a little unfocused. If they were focused, however, she'd probably be scared. "You given me my inheritance, yet?"

"No. Wouldn't one of us remember?"

"No, I'm talking about last time you stole Dad's shit and gave it to me." He looked past her to Allison. "Allison? Is that really you? Come here."

The pair hugged, and Rory stepped back out of their way. While she didn't know Allison or the others very well, she saw Klaus often. She was the one to bring him to rehab a month ago, visited him while he was there, and was meant to pick him up the day before, but their Dad decided to die so she couldn't make it.

"You just out of rehab?" Allison looked at Klaus's wrist, where his hospital tag was. 

He snatched his hand from her grasp. "No, no, no, no, no. I'm done with all that. This is Rory's, she collects them. Here's a new one, peanut."