Five and I sit side-by-side in the mental hospital visitor's room, waiting for Diego. A presence enters the room and I look up from my spot on Five's hand to see Diego with long hair dressed in a white shirt and pants."Five... Fiona."
"Hey, Diego," Five greets.
I get up and give Diego a big hug and he kisses my cheek as usual. We both take our seats and the awkward silence continues.
"You look good in white," Five comments.
"About time you showed up," Diego mumbles.
"How'd you know I'd be back?" Five questions.
"Because that's the kind of shit you pull."
"Where are the others?" Five asks immediately.
"They're not with you two? We'll find them."
"How long have you been here?" I ask.
"Seventy-five days. Landed in the alley behind-"
"Commerce and Knox." The three of us all chorus together.
"You?"
"We got here this morning." I smile lightly.
"How'd you find me?" Diego asks.
Five scoffs quietly and pulls the newspaper article out of his pocket. "Page 16. Disturbed man with multiple knives arrested outside 1026 N. Beckley. That's Lee Harvey Oswald's house. Care to explain?"
"Let's just say Dallas Law Enforcement has not been supportive of my attempt to stop the assassination of... John F. Kennedy."
"That's because it hasn't happened yet," Five says.
"And it's not going to happen. Not on my watch. Look, I've been shaving down the bars in my room. Another day or two, and I'll be out of this place, then I'm gonna stop Oswald and save the president. You two want in, say the word."
"Listen to me very closely, you gibbering moron. You are not going to do a goddamn thing." Five whispers to our brother.
"Why not?" Diego asks, looking at my ha,ds fidgeting on the table.
"Because we have to stop the apocalypse," I answer quietly.
"No shit, sweetcheeks. But that doesn't happen for another 60 years."
"Not that apocalypse." I look into Diego's eyes.
"This is a new one. It followed us. We've seen it. Nuclear war, Diego, in ten days," Five adds.
Diego leans back in his chair and laughs softly. "And I'm the one they locked up, huh? Fine, I'll play along. What causes it?"
"I don't know. Maybe some looney-tuned asshole with a hero complex tried to save the president and screwed everything up."
"So you're saying it worked?" Diego asks, leaning forward in his chair again.
"I saved the president? I knew I could do it. Okay, okay, I'll help you two."
"Thank God-"
"After I save Kennedy. And then you swing us back a few decades so I can slit Hitler's throat off with a butter knife."
"This is why you don't have any friends." I joke as I adjust in the chair.
"You know what? Guard? Our brother is plotting an escape. The bars of his room have been shaved down," Five announces while rising out of his chair.
"Piece of shit!" Diego tries to climb over the table and I gasp as I quickly rise to stand behind Five.
"Look, this is for your own good, Diego." Five explains as the guards pin Diego down on the table.
"No! Five! Fiona!"
"Listen, our brother is a very sick man. We only pray that he gets the help he so desperately needs," Five adds.
"No, please! Not the needle! No! No! No!" Diego shouts a little more until the medicine courses through his system and he passes out.
Five pulls me along with him as we exit the room.
"Be back for you later, okay? Just... Well, nighty night," I whisper to Diego and kiss him on the cheek.
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Five and I sit close to each other as we watch the beautiful dancer on stage. I sip my drink slowly as the men around us observe her curves.
"You've already got a good one, Five." A voice whispers in between me and Five.
I look up and see Luther hovering above us. I giggle and rise to hug him and he tightly hugs me back with a kiss on the temple.
"Nice to see you too, Luther." Five says as I take my seat again beside him.
"What do you want?" Luther asks.
"For you to stop hovering like an ambitious stripper and sit down with us," Five answers.
Luther takes a seat beside me and looks over at Five.
"How long have you been here?" Five asks him.
"A year, thanks to you."
"I'm sorry, Luther. I know that couldn't have been easy."
"I thought everybody was dead," Luther butts back at Five before glancing past us both.
"I gotta go," he says before giving me another kiss on the temple and begins getting up.
"Luther, wait," Five says pulling him back down, "Look, I get it, okay? I know what it's like to be stuck in time... thinking this is how you're gonna live out the rest of your life. On the run, and not knowing if you're ever gonna see the people you love again, and to be in an unfamiliar world. But Luther, you're not alone. We have to find the others because the world ends again in ten days. We have no idea how to stop it."
Luther stares back at us for a minute before speaking up, "I don't give a shit."
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The Boy and The Psycho
FanfictionJust another Umbrella Academy FanFic :) I DO NOT OWN ANYONE OR ANYTHING OTHER THAN FIONA HARGREEVES DISCONTINUED as of 12/2023 highest rank: #1 in aidangallagher