「𝗡𝗢 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥」❝ To the Umbrella Academy ❞
(season 1- AU +epilogue)
▪︎ Synopsis ▪︎
On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 24 women around the world gave birth, this was unusual only I fact that none of these women had been pregnant w...
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"I can't see the compartment, Prime!" Ben's voice echoed from inside the cramped vent in Reginald's office. His words were tinged with frustration, the silence in the room amplifying the tension.
"Ben, it's at the bottom," Prime called out, not taking her eyes off the shelves in front of her. "Just keep feeling around, and you'll find it. You'll know when you hit the false door."
She quickly turned her attention back to Klaus, who was crouched by Reginald's desk, carefully working through the locked drawers. His concentration was intense, but Prime couldn't help but remind him, "Klaus, make sure you don't leave any evidence behind. Dad's a freak about things being in the right place. If something's off, he'll notice."
Klaus muttered a half-hearted response, his focus on the locks. Prime shifted her attention back to the large bookshelf on the far side of the room. She started pulling out book after book, each one revealing hidden compartments. Her movements were swift but precise, but despite her best efforts, she found nothing of interest. Her gut told her that the compartment she was looking for hadn't even been created yet in this timeline.
Frustration tugged at her as she glanced toward Ben. He was emerging from the vent, looking unusually pale.
"Uh, guys," Ben said hesitantly, holding something in his hands.
Both Prime and Klaus turned to look at him, their curiosity piqued. Ben was holding a book, its cover unmistakable. Prime's heart skipped a beat as she recognized it instantly. It was Vanya's book, the one that hadn't even been published yet. It should have been impossible for it to be here, at this time.
"How in the world is this here?!" Prime exclaimed, her voice full of disbelief. She reached out, almost as if the book might vanish if she didn't grab it quickly. "This doesn't make sense!"
Klaus, leaning over her shoulder to inspect it, narrowed his eyes. "I'm starting to think Dad knows everything," he said, his voice laced with a mixture of awe and dread.
Prime's stomach churned as she grimaced. "So... there's a chance he knew exactly what was going on all along, huh?" she muttered under her breath, the weight of the realization settling heavily on her.
Before she could process it further, a cold, familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. "You are exactly right, No Number."
Prime froze, her blood running cold at the sound of their father's voice directly behind her. She spun around, her face paling as she saw Reginald standing there, his piercing gaze fixed on her.
Ben, the only one who hadn't turned away in time, visibly paled, his face draining of colour as he stared at their father. Reginald's cold expression never wavered.
Klaus, ever the one to try to defuse tense situations, attempted to lighten the mood. "Well, I think it's time for all of us to have a family meeting, don't you think?" His words carried a touch of forced levity, but Prime couldn't help but appreciate how he stepped in at just the right moment. She could feel the heaviness in the air, but Klaus's attempt at humour made her feel just a little bit lighter.
