•Lambent• {Five Hargreeves} The Umbrella Academy

Chapter 27- What's Amigo?

Dolores sat atop the counter with a large green glass next to her and the small umbrella from it in her hand. Now she wasn't tired, just hazy. It was either her ogling over her husband or the drink he had given her.

She twirled the purple umbrella in her hand with a soft smile. Five hunched over, mumbling to himself. Dolores gasped at the umbrella fluttered down, lost from her grip.

"No..." she dragged out as it fell. Five slid off his chair and grabbed it for her. It was almost in her hand but there was a knock at the door making him pull away. He patted her leg.

"I'll get it," and he took her umbrella with him. Dolores huffed and pouted. She grabbed her drink and took a long sip.

The sound of footsteps made her look up again. She smiled brightly, ignoring the gun pointed at her.

"Hello Hazel!" Hazel immediately put his gun down at the sight of her.

"You here to kill us?"

"Oh shit, sorry. Old habits. Well, I can understand why you might feel that way, you know..."

"Well, you attacked our house, tried to kill my family and kidnapped my brother. Not to mention torturing my wife," Five states. Dolores shook her head.

"No." Both me turned to her, making her shrink slightly.

"It was only Cha-Cha. Hazel did nothing," she turned to Five and the umbrella in his hand, "I want that back." Five looked at it before handing it over. Then he looked back at Hazel with a touch of gratitude in his eyes.

"Look, there's not much I can do about the past. Don't forget I'm not the only killer in this room. You got your own bloody history, pal. Speaking of which, that job you did in Calhoun, that shit's legendary. Can't believe I'm actually sittin' here talkin' to you, after all-"

"Hazel, why are you here?" Five asked, grabbing his drink.

"Well, I'm, you know-" before Hazel can get another word out, Diego attacks him.

"Diego, stop!" Five called. Dolores took a sip of her drink, swinging her legs back and forth.

"You know, before you kill him, you might wanna hear what he has to say," Five continued. The fight still raged on.

"I'm going to kill you for what you did to Patch!"

"Or don't." Dolores said. Five looked up at her with a smirk.

"That's gotta hurt," Five muttered while taking a sip.

"Are you going to help him?" Dolores asked, twirling the umbrella.

"Which one?" The couple turned their head as they heard a loud crunch. Five sighed and teleported to the couch before smashing a vase on Diego's head.

"I draw the line at biting," Five said, limping back to his seat. Dolores wrinkled her nose.

"Hazel, whatever you came here to say I suggest you make it quick. Before he comes around." Five took his spot next to where Dolores sat atop the counter.

"I left my partner, quit the Commission, came here to volunteer," Hazel explained, out of breath. Dolores frowned.

"Volunteer?"

"For what?" Five asked, placing a hand on Dolores's leg. She grabbed his hand. Hazel looked between the two with a smile. He as glad they were happy, he only hoped him and Agnes could be like that.

"To help stop the apocalypse," this caused Five to chuckle, "what on Earth could be so funny to you right now?"

"Before I answer that, why do you wanna help us?"

"Let's just say I have a vested interest in a doughnut shop."

"Well, I hate to break it to you, pal, but you're a day late and a dollar short. The fact that you're here right now means, without a shadow of a doubt, the apocalypse is over."

"Really? How do you know?"

"The mark is dead. Found him this morning. You were the last known unknown left in the equation."

"Huh, really?"

"Mm-Hmm. And if you're out, then Hellrider ain't riding."

"Oh! Alright." Hazel grabbed the blender and took a swing from it, taking a seat at the barstool next to Five. This made Dolores look at him in confusion. Five had told her to stay away from the loud, dangerous machine and there Hazel was. Taking a drink from it.

"So now what?" He asked.

"You know, to be honest, I don't know. We've been chasing this thing for so long, I," there was a pause as Five tried to find his words, "never really thought about the day after." Dolores averted her eyes at Five's uncertain tone.

"I don't know. What about you?" Five continued.

"I'm done with all this madness. Time to start over. You and Dolores should do the same."

"That's easier said than done."

"I mean, think about it like this. If you never time traveled, you never got caught up with the Handler."

"Probably would have grown up to be an emotionally stunted man-child like everybody else around here. Dolores and I would still be together though," Five said. He thought back to the bank robbery, then the apocalypse, then when she came back. How scared she was. If there was a god, he prayed that that would never happen to her again.

"Look, I know you guys have had it rough. Been through things I can't even imagine, but this is your chance to grow up. Have a normal childhood, be kids. I wish you guys the best of luck."

"Hazel, one more thing before you go,"

"Shoot."

"Which one of you was the triggerman for Detective Patch?"

"Trigger woman"

"That's too bad. That gun could have cleared my brother's name"

"Well, today's your lucky day, amigo. Take 'em both. I'm done with this life." When he was gone, Dolores turned to Five.

"What's amigo?"