「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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Ben looked down at Prime, his expression a mix of concern and patience. "Prime, seriously, you need to take a break."
Prime glanced up at him, her lips pressed together in a pout. "I was so close this time! Just a little longer, I promise," she protested, her tone pleading.
Ben crossed his arms, his resolve unyielding. "No, Prime."
She threw her arms up in exasperation, letting out a dramatic groan. "Just one more time! Please!"
Ben shook his head firmly. "I said no. You've been pushing yourself too hard, and even Vanya's tapped out."
Prime huffed and lifted her gaze to see Vanya sitting on the grass a few feet away, looking tired but offering her a small, encouraging smile.
"Yeah, P, let's take a breather. We can always pick it up later," Vanya chimed in gently.
Prime scowled but eventually relented, groaning loudly. "Fine! But only because Vanya needs it."
Klaus, leaning casually against a nearby tree, smirked and nudged Luther with his elbow. "Told you Ben's the only one who can get her to stop."
Luther rolled his eyes, grumbling, "Whatever. Shut up, Klaus."
Prime narrowed her eyes at the two, confused. "What's that about?"
Ben extended a hand to help her up, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Klaus may have mentioned to the others that I'm the only one who can actually convince you to take a break."
"Oh." Prime accepted his hand, standing up with his support. She gave Klaus a mock glare as he walked off with Vanya, both laughing softly.
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Weeks passed, but progress with Prime's powers was frustratingly slow. There were fleeting moments of success—instances where her abilities flickered into something usable—but it wasn't enough. Not for their father, and not for Prime herself. She wasn't just training to meet expectations; she was trying to build a new kind of resilience.
Her Telekinesis had been her greatest defence, a way to shield herself when under attack. Now, with that gone, her absorbing ability was all she had to rely on for protection. Pyrokinesis was powerful, sure, but it couldn't guard her against bullets or physical attacks. If she could harness her absorbing powers to the fullest—if she could adapt—maybe she could turn even her vulnerabilities into strengths.
Still, the strain was taking its toll.
Prime trudged into the living room and dropped onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Diego was already lounging there, flipping a knife between his fingers. Klaus sat nearby, absently levitating a bottle of whiskey from the bar with a satisfied grin. Ben and Vanya sat together, quietly chatting about the day's training.
