the umbrella academy season two
(book #2 in my Five x OC series)
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"Wednesday, you have always been more than just a dream to me."
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in which a young girl joins the Hargreeves family and ends up going back in time to save the world-again
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FIV...
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The pub was small and quaint, crowed with people. I remembered being here just about three weeks ago. Five and I had been perfecting our equations. We shuffled in, and I almost immediately spotted Five and myself. "Well, there we are," I mumbled.
Luther and Five peeked their heads out, seemingly spotting myself and Five as well. "Why don't we just take the briefcase and run?" Luther asked.
Five rolled his eyes as if Luther just asked the stupidest question ever (which he kind of did). "Luther, we would never let that happen. We're trained to guard these briefcases with our lives."
"Plus," I added. "It's the inherent paradox where this gets tricky. We're endangering our existence by just being in the same room as ourselves."
"Huh-what do you mean?" Luther asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Luther, try to keep up," Five snapped. "If old is doesn't travel back to 2019 like they're supposed to, The whole thing unravels itself. We cease to exist. You got me?"
"I get you," Luther said.
"So our best chance is to talk with them, to reason with them," I explained, jumping to warm myself up. "They'll understand. Trust me. I know myself better than...uh, I know myself."
I reached up, itching my neck. Five leaned down, itching his leg. Luther's eyes went wide, pointing an accusing finger at us. "You both just itched yourselves! That's stage two of paradox psychosis!"
"No, we didn't," Five muttered. "I didn't itch my leg."
Luther scoffed. "Denial is stage one."
"We are fine, okay?" Five yelled. "Let's stay on task, shall we?" Five and I made a move to go over there when Luther placed his hand on Five's chest. "What?"
"Maybe I should go first," He offered. "You'll freak them out. Bumping into your own tiny doppelgänger? They will lose their shit. Just let me break the ice."
"Okay," I whispered, breathing deeply as Luther walked over to Five and myself. We watched as (can I just call my older self Wen? will that make things easier?) Wen reached down for the briefcase before pausing. Luther turned to us, and Five and I emerged from the shadows. "Hey there, stranger."
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We ended up getting a table for five. Five and, well, Five (let's call older Five by the actual number. like 5. get it?) we're staring holes into each other while Wen was carefully running her hands through my hair. She had been amazed that I'd cut it.
