Control {The Umbrella Academy} *Complete*

Chapter 2

"Hello?" Leta stuck her head inside. The whisper responded to with an irrate mumble and a thud. She grinned a bit, the masterful mixture of swears quite familiar. "Klaus is that you?" She crossed her fingers, hoping she was right. The quick and desperate thuds came to a screaching halt as soon as her query was voiced.

Leta moved into the room, halfway closing the door behind herself. The desk jostled, a mop of unruly dark brown curls catching her eye as it revealed itself from below. "Leta?" The owner muttered, glancing over the table top with his intense emerald orbs. "Oh thank God I thought you were one of the mean ones!" He shouted, jumping up and putting his hands to the sky. "I have missed you, you little troublemaker, come here!"

Klaus rushed forward, arms outstretched like a child.

Leta laughed, crossing her arms and striding over to her old friend. He wrapped his arms around her, the scent of grime and alcohol permeating off his skin. There was something else too, like hot sand and summer rain. He pulled her close, sinking his head into her neck. It would be hard to say anything except that the man totally enveloped her. "I missed you too Klaus. But what the hell are you doing in here." Leta let herself grin as he pushed himself away from her in fake shock. He held her shoulders to get a more dramatic look into her crystal blue irises.

"What? You think I'm up to something? I'm offended, Lee, I've grown up. Oh yee of little faith." She snickered as he spun around, crashing down into Reginald's desk chair, wagging a chastising finger at her as he spun in and out of view.

"You and I both know it would be impossible for you to see something expensive and not steal it. Especially if it gave an enormous middle finger to you-know-who." He grinned, it was mischievous and impish as it always had been.

"I. Am. Hurt. I just wanted to make sure the old man was really dead." She sunk down to the desktop, inspecting the green glass lamp with a bit more interest then she would like to admit. "And you know what? He is, Yay! and do you want to know how I know?" Shw shrug her shoulders, holding back a chuckle as she looked at his theatrics. "If he was, not one of us would be allowed to set foot in this room." He leaned back in the chair, propping up his feet on the desk and looking Leta in the eye as she crossed her arms. "Thank christ he wasn't our real father so we couldn't inherit his cold dead eyes!" Klaus pulled back his lids and waggeled his tongue.

"Klaus stop," she teased, holding in a laugh.

"Ah yes, number eight. Still holding back your potential are we, and-"

"Get up Klaus." Leta jumped at the voice, spinning around to see Luther standing there, his massive body even more hulking than she remembered. Her eyes trailed up to his face, the only skin not masked in cloth aside from hi hands.

"Oh my gosh." She muttered. "You look... different, Luther." It came out quite shocked as she looked at him. He was at least seven feet tall, shoulders extremely broad and muscles enormous.

"Wow Luther, you really... filled out didn't you." Klaus walked up, looking his brother up and down like a display model.

It was easy to tell Luther had a distaste for his brother as he looked down at the junkie. "Get out Klaus, you know we're not supposed to be in here."

He raised his tattooed hands and let out a gasp. "Fine. You don't have to tell me twice." Leta backed up a bit from the two, protectively crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Klaus turned his back to the intimidating male and immediately snatched Leta by the wrist, dragging her along. She let out a small yelp, not pulling away from his lose grip.

Luther cleared his throat, causing the two to stop. "First, drop it."

Klaus turned around, offense gracing his hollow cheeks. "That is a very rude way to refer to our sister Luther."