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

Years Gone By

It wasn't the best situation, but it was comradery.

The mutual goal of survival and hopefully escaping brought you and Five together in a way that a normal relationship never could hhave.

Not that you thought of what you and him had as a relationship. That's ridiculous. You'd never like him. He's mean and annoying and honestly a bully most of the time.

Truthfully you weren't sure how the two of you had made it this far. The days were rocky, food was scarce, and the heat...oh the heat was nearly unbearable at times.

Through the years your hair had grown longer and more matted with your attempts at keeping it kept in vain. The lack of food brought on a thinner frame. Your eyes were darker And more sunk in than when you'd first gotten to that world.

Five was the same. At this point he was probably in his mid twenties. His hair had speckles of grey, and his eyes were sunken in.

"Five, I'm gonna go rummage around that old mall some more. See if I can find something else to lay on"

"Haven't you been through that place a hundred times by now" Five half grunted out.

"Nothing wrong with one hundred and one is there? That rock just isn't doing it for my back"

"Yeah yeah whatever, princess go find you a down pillow"

You stopped walking off long enough to cut your eyes over at Five.
"Don't call me a princess. I just like sleeping well"

"Uhuh..........princess. do you have your pistol?"

"Yes dad"

You rolled your eyes and began to walk toward the old mall. There was a small sense of joy and nostalgia that came from walking around the empty mall. You liked walking around and reminiscing. It was where you let yourself cry and feel grief without letting Five know.

But you also needed something to lay on. Preferably a pillow.

You started heading that way when you heard a female voice somewhere behind you..which was impossible because you're the only girl around here.

You whipped your body around to see who was talking.

A tall woman with blonde hair and an attrociously tight pencil skirt. She was walking toward Five who currently had his rifle perfectly sighted in on her.

You  began walking back toward the both of them pulling your pistol from the holster on your side. As you got closer you hear her speaking about time travel and some sort of agency.

As you got closer you sighted your pistol in on the lady. You stood just to the left of Five listening to what the woman was saying.

"Listen, darling. All I'm saying is I can get you out of this...mess" she said as she kicked a rock with her stilletos. "Come with me and join the Commission and I'll give you everything you could ever want"

"Maybe I missed this part of the conversation but who even are you?" You question

"Just call me The Handler, baby"

"I'd rather not" Five says plainly. "Why should we trust you"

"You shouldn't. But I'm your only chance now aren't I?"

You glance over at Five. He was already looking at you. You both quickly draw your attention back to the Handler.

"What would it cost us?" You further question.

"Nothing"

"Everything costs something"

"Just some favors. Work for me and I'll get you back to your timeline"

"Doing what exactly?" You were getting irritated at the vague answers at this point.

"I guess you'll have to find out won't you?"

You looked over to Five again. You could tell he was thinking the same as you. It's your only chance of getting out of this awful place.

Work for this random woman doing who knows what for who knows how long for the hope of getting home or stay in this burnt out desolate place without food but the comradery of only ever seeing one other person for the rest of your life.

Sure.

Why not.

You ever so slightly lifted your right eyebrow toward Five.

He took a deep breath in and back out.

He looked back at the Handler.

"Deal." He sighed out

"Good." She took out a briefcase and within a second you were blinked out of the apocalypse.