'Extra Ordinary'
After many hours, Eleanor woke up, opening her eyes to see Klaus asleep on the floor. It took her a few seconds to realise that she was in Klaus' room and not her own. She reached her hand up to her face, only to feel a plaster (band aid if you're American) on her cheek where her cut was.
"Hey, Klaus," She tried to wake him up. First she kicked him lightly and when she realised that wasn't working, she conjured up a glass of really cold water and chucked it on him. He shot up and glared at her.
"Christ on a cracker, Elle."
"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly at him and handed her brother a towel she conjured up. "I didn't know how to wake you. Thanks for taking care of me and carrying me home yesterday, sorry I passed out on you."
Klaus dried himself off as best he could with the towel. "No problem. I couldn't just leave you there. Plus Ben helped me." He shrugged his shoulders and started looking for clothes in his closet. "It's good to see your alright."
Eleanor jumped off his bed and summoned some clothes for herself to wear. "Meet you in the hallway?"
"Of course."
Eleanor left Klaus' room and crossed the hall to hers, quickly shutting her door and throwing on her clothes, deciding on a pair of ripped jeans, a plain black crop top and a leather jacket. Exiting her room, she summoned her toothbrush and some toothpaste and headed to the bathroom. It wasn't long before she was in the hallway, waiting on Klaus.
"Hurry up loser, I'm waiting."
"Well, aren't we in a rush to leave the house today," Klaus responded sarcastically, leaving his room. He threw an arm around Eleanor and they went down to get some breakfast.
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Eleanor was sat on the fire escape on the side of the house, looking over the alley, she was watching Klaus rummage through the bin.
"Damn it, where's Dad's stuff?" Klaus yelled. He looked up at Eleanor. "Why won't you help me."
"I don't want to get my clothes covered in trash. Also, there is the element of I don't want to."
Klaus sighed and started rummaging through the trash again, looking for the stuff he'd thrown away the day their father died.
"Shut up!" Klaus yelled after a few minutes of silence.
"Me?" Eleanor questioned, confused. "I didn't say anything."
"Ben." Klaus stated and Eleanor nodded in understanding, not that Klaus saw because he wasn't looking at her.
"I'm trying to find whatever... priceless crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will get off my ass!"
"I'd ask what you're up to, Klaus, but then it occurred to me... I don't care." Eleanor turned to see Five climbing down the ladder next to the fire escape, a bag on his back.
"Hey!" Klaus greeted, laughing.
"Hey Five." Eleanor waved.
"You know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy?" Klaus informed.
"Yeah, once that involve clean air instead of the smell of trash." Added Eleanor.
"This one involved the least amount of talking." Five jumped of the ladder. "Or so I thought." He began to walk away from his two siblings.
Klaus leaned over the side of the bin. "Hey, hey, hey, so... you need any more company today?" He held up a flask, probably full of alcohol. "I could, uh, clear my schedule." Klaus took a swig from said flask.
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Different // an Umbrella Academy fan fic
Fanfiction[ON HOLD] Being normal is overrated. Eleanor is the youngest of the Hargreeves children. That is until her missing brother comes back as a thirteen year old on the day of their father's funeral with news of the world ending. They have eight days to...
