Five x Reader ~ The Umbrella Academy (Season 2)

Chapter 2

(Three months later)

My father came home with some really bad news... The Handler was alive. The good news about this was that she was demoted, but now her supervisor is my father.

Apparently she looked in her desk drawer to find a name tag that said "Mr. Five" so out of rage she threw it, hitting the side of my dad's ear. Me and my dad both knew that with The Handler, unhappy she might not do the best things. It was like she was craving power all the time and now she doesn't have it so she will throw a fit and do things that would harm the people.

For these past three months, my dad would bring home files about The Umbrella Academy.

At this point I might know them better than they know their selves. I thought to myself.

I knew everything about them from their childhood to their adulthood. Every single one of them had their own interesting stories. I felt like I could relate to Five the most due to us both being alone for the majority of our lives. There is not many people who have experienced the types of things I've have had.

I helped clean my fathers ear from the dried up blood.

"Ow," he complained a little.

"Sorry."

His ear was going to be okay but it clearly still hurt. I disinfected it and the good news was that the blood stopped pouring out.

I could tell my dad was thinking about something because of how quiet he was. I didn't want to say anything because I was pretty sure I knew what he was thinking. Things got worse in these three months and we made a deal.

But then the silence was killing me.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

He looked at me and sighed a little, he was clearly frustrated and debating on whether or not to talk about it.

"Well, with how things are going right now with Commission and The Handler we might need some help," He said.

I gave him a reassuring smile. "Dad, it's alright. I can do it and I promise I wont get hurt.

"Still I don't want to have that risk."

"If things get bad I will come back and we will figure out a new plan for all this." I tried to make him feel better.

I knew it must be hard, worrying that your daughter is going to die. I am 38 years old, I knew I could handle myself he just had to believe me.

I hugged him and he returned the favor.

"We should get started on a plan," He said. "I will call everyone."

The group of people at my dad's work that knew about my powers and that actually knew I existed were all super nice and intelligent. My dad tells stories about them a lot.

My dad left to go call everyone and once he left the room I felt a sudden nerve going up my spine. I barely ever get nervous because I have nothing to be nervous about. I tried to ignore it the best I could but it still remained there. I took a deep breath and drank some water.

A little while later, people came in one by one.

*****

After several hours we finally came up with a decent plan.

The big thing about all this is showing up at the correct time and making the correct approach with the family. We planned on me trying to talk to Five first for the obvious reason of his trust issues. Another thing is that if they ask questions, I'll be as honest and I can. Being honest about my powers would be the best decision but if they ask how I got into this year I will just say that I got in trouble with Commission and ended up here. The big issue is if I change the timeline I could make things worse but my father supported me because he knew how intelligent I was.

 I made sure that my dad didn't see how nervous I was so I just tried to focus on the mission instead of thinking about the bad thing that could happen.

"Right when you get there you have 3 minutes until Five gets out of the bar," my dad says.

I was a little confused to why they let someone who looked like a 13 year old boy into a bar but I didn't think too much of it.

"Also just to know you might have some issues with older people because you look so young. Especially men." One of the females said.

I knew that the 60s weren't a very good time especially with racial issues and even sexual abuse. Talking to complete random people was something I didn't have on my mind at all.

We all went outside and my dad grabbed his suitcase. He had to come with me so he could bring the suitcase back with him.

I put my arm on his shoulder and he teleported to a sidewalk that was just across from the bar that Five was going to walk out of.

"The three minutes starts... now!" My father said.

I smiled and him and just hugged him. I felt so nervous to the point where I thought I was going to throw up. I've never dealt with anything like this. 

"How are you feeling?" He asked me.

Crap... I thought that's a question I didn't know how to answer.

"Well, it's different but I will be okay." I said. It made np sense but that's all I could get out.

He smiled, "well I also wanted to give you some money for food if you need to." He handed a 50$ bill and I put it in my coat pocket.

I didn't know what to say, I didn't want to say goodbye.

"I love you dad."

I love you to, pumpkin."

He stepped away and waved before he teleported away.

(AU: sorry this is short, once Five and The Umbrella Academy comes into play in the next chapter, I promise I will write more).