Regarding Vanya

First rule of fight club

Allison sat in the shade of the yaupon's branches, calmly waiting for Five to return. As an actress, she did well keeping herself fixated with a vacant, careless poker face and lack luster body language. Yes, she was beyond excited to speak again, to finally convey herself to Vanya, but the people around her weren't the ones she most looked forward to negotiating with (for now, at least). She allowed her eyes to wander, fixating on the flailing Klaus, who struggled with their invisible brethren over something absurd (whether or not a bagel was a sandwich, though she didn't care to find out) while Luther kept glancing her way with his stupidly adorable puppy dog eyes. Ugh. Now and then, she longed for Five's powers. He got to see his future mistakes play out. She could never take hers back. The lucky bastard.

Klaus yelped towards the side of her, pointing and jumping a bit in his bowling shoes. Hearing the familiar zap, she turned and stood quickly, moving gracefully across the grass to hover by her sister. It took her a minute to prepare herself.

"Hey," she whispered, slowly building in confidence and volume, "how was the lake?"

Vanya tried to act nonchalant, for her sister's sake. "It was really great. I'm happy you're feeling better Allison."

Diego snorted at the word "great" which made Allison feel uncertain. She squeezed Vanya's shirt cuff reassuringly before motioning towards the cottonwood, privacy was nice, especially with several other siblings. "Look, I just wanted to talk about your plan."

Vanya nodded, she felt too much guilt towards Allison to argue. It was the least she could do to hear her out.

"I discussed it with the boys while you were gone and Five thinks it's improbable. He doesn't know how we could enter that point in time without running into the past versions of ourselves so we just might have to move on."

Vanya had never been one to go against her brother's beliefs, Five had always been smarter than her at almost every subject (she did get to tutor him in Music Theory and English though). Growing up, she saw him as an invincible figure, a wise guru for advice and idolization. Now... he might be a bit broken. "Allison, Five just wants us together, he'll say whatever he feels necessary to get that."

Her defense surprised Allison, Vanya wasn't the same little girl she could remember. "He wouldn't lie though!"

"No, but he can't be certain and he has been wrong before. Besides, you of all people NEED to get back to the timeline. What about Claire?" Even though it made her feel a bit shitty, involving Claire was the best way to sway Allison.

"Look, I brought you over here because I trust you, Vanya. I believe in you and," she grabbed something that rested near the tree, "I want you to have this back." The white violin sat plainly in her hands, the dried blood on the bow glistening in the warm Dallas sun.

"No."

Allison rotated her head sideways. "How can you 'improve' if you don't test the depths of your power, Vanya? It's the best chance we have to go back there. I'm not leaving without you!"

"But what about-"

"Claire can't come back without you Vanya so don't use that against me. Please."

Vanya swallowed harshly, her hands shaking as she extended them to touch her instrument, once the most important thing in her life, her escape, muse, friend. As her finger felt the tip of the string, the world melted away, leaving only her and her sister, now donning a bloodied throat.

She gasped harshly, blinking away her vision as a voice called out "Vanya! Vanya!"

Allison shook her back to the present. "Hey!"