3rd POV
Five reappeared on the sidewalk just outside of the Academy and instantly began searching for any distinct changes. He waltzed up to the front door and knocked twice. The door swung open shortly after.
"Welcome back, Number Five. I hope the effects of time travel haven't rattled you too much. You look positively disgusting."
In the doorway stood Reginald Hargreeves himself, alive and well. This was alarming, but with all things considered, the least of Five's concerns.
"Where's (Y/n)?" He asked almost instantly.
"She's with the others. They've gone to collect Number Seven."
Five huffed in annoyance, "At what location, Old Man?"
"How should I know? Number Seven cut contact with me shortly after the wedding."
"Allison's?" Five raised an eyebrow.
"No, Number Six," Hargreeves replied nonchalantly. "You've missed out on quite the occasion."
'Ben? Ben's alive!' A smile tugged at the side of Five's mouth upon receiving this information. Five raised his arms to celebrate, but stopped halfway due to the sharp pain in his side.
Right, he was still bleeding. Five clutches his sides and grimaced in pain.
"You're injured." Hargreeves pointed out, "How disappointing, Number Five. If you'd have listened to my lessons, I'm sure whatever caused that could've been easily avoided."
"Yeah, yeah, you can lecture me all you want, just get me cleaned up first." Five rolled his eyes.
Pogo escorted Five inside and brought him into a peculiar room with medical equipment neatly lined up on a table beside a stretcher. Grace greeted them as they entered. Five laid himself down on the stretcher and allowed Grace to clean his wound. He attempted to relax, but his mind was filled with a million desperate questions. How was (Y/n)? How were his siblings?
The only thing he knew for sure was that in this timeline the apocalypse had been avoided. There were no traces of his other self, meaning that in this timeline there is no need for him to time-travel back, or even join the Commission. Everyone was safe and Ben was alive. He had succeeded in getting (Y/n) her happy ending.
Grace finished patching him up and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "We've miss you, Five."
He smiled and let out a sigh, "I've missed you all too, Mom."
God, he hadn't called her that in years. Back then he was too uptight and prideful to call her such a title, but right now he didn't care about any of that. Everything was alright now, and he could finally catch a break.
He wandered around the Academy for a bit while waiting for the others to return. In the living room, hung a great professionally painted portrait of the Umbrella Academy when they were all young, except this time a few new details was added. One, their masks were absent, two, Vanya was included, and three, everyone, with the exception of Mr. Hargreeves, was smiling. Is was less of an Umbrella Academy portrait and more of a... family photo.
It made Five wonder what (Y/n) had said or done to cause such a change. Off to the side, hung a portrait of Five alone over the fireplace. However, next to it, under the window, sat a little side table fixed with a white cloth, some flowers, and a plate with a PB and marshmallow sandwich. To Five, it looked like someone had left a offering to the dead.
'This must've been Vanya's doing.' He thought to himself as he gingerly picked up the sandwich and took a bite out of it. Although the marshmallows tasted slightly stale, he could still tell the sandwich was made with great love.
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Wherever You Are (Umbrella Academy Five x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/n) was one of the lucky 43 children mysteriously born on October 1, 1989. Her parents however, refused to give her up to Hargreeves, but her father still allowed him to train her. Things were going well for (Y/n), until a series of events leads t...
