Control {The Umbrella Academy} *Complete*

Chapter 24

"Wakey wakey, everyone up!" Leta shot up, hitting her head on the banister of the stairs.

"Son of a- Klaus?" she called out, standing on unsteady feet. He stuck his head out from around the corner, glee plastered to his cheeks.

"Good morning my darling." He chirped, walking over and grabbing her head in his hands. He planted a kiss on her forehead and pulled her in for a hug. Even though the situation was strange, she couldn't help but smile into him warmly and accept the embrace.

"Christ, I was so worried about you." She muttered into his shoulder. He pulled away, holding her by either arm so he could stare into her face. "What happened?'

The smile was still written in his eyes as he let her go, waving his hand. "Oh, I died, no big deal." With that he turned and walked behind her, leaving her there dumbfounded.

"You WHAT!" she spun around, ignoring her hangover headache and running towards him, doing so just in time to see Luther rush out of his room, slam shut the door, and cover himself with a blanket. "I'm sorry, what in hell is going on. Where have you been? I was worried-"

"Hush." Luther held up a hand to his lips, Leta taken aback by his statement.

The large, naked and hairy man's eyes were peeled wide as he looked at Klaus. Leta crossed her arms and looked between the two. She had a feeling some of her questions were about to be answered. "So you've done it." Klaus asked, a laugh hidden in his tone.

Leta raised her eyebrows up, the man turning his stunned attention to her. "Luther. You didn't." He flapped his mouth open a few times, no words coming out.

The door opened behind him, a woman dressed in a pink furry costume with her makeup smudged and hair tossed coming out with a smile on her face. "Feel free to call me sweetie." she said, smacking her hand into his bare ass. Leta cringed, the party girl sauntering away and out of the building.

Luther put his free hand up in front of his mouth. "Dear god I did."

Leta reached forward, grabbing Klaus by the elbow and pulling him away from the man. "Just meet us downstairs when you're ready Luther." He stated, letting Leta drag him away and into Five's room. She shut the door behind herself, turning to look at the man. She blinked a couple of times, making sure she wasn't dreaming.

"So that was interesting." She laughed, pulling down her torn shirt.

"I'll admit that I have to agree. And I know you have tons of questions about last night, but I'll tell you all about it once everyone comes together downstairs."

She nodded, running a hand through his curls. "I'll wake up Five. You go on ahead down."

"See you in a minute." He planted another energetic kiss on her cheek, quietly pulling open the door and making his way outside. Leta shook her head, rubbing her left eye to get the sleep out of it.

"That was cute." She raised an eyebrow, glancing over at the bed. Five laid there with his eyes open, arm around the back of his head.

"You little asshole, you scared the shit out of me." She muttered, walking over and planting herself on the side of his bed.

The boy grinned a bit, gently pushing himself up despite his obvious discomfort. "I'll speak up before he kisses you next time then."

"That's not what I meant and you know it. You can't just go running around with a freaking gunshot wound Five, I don't care if you're a trained assassin, if you're fifty eight, or the world's ending. We can't stop this without you, you're better off temporarily bed ridden than dead." He glanced down at the sheets, balling them up in his hand.