"Number eight, follow me."
Your fathers voice was harsh and unforgiving. He was able to make those simple words fill you with fear.

You nodded and followed after him, footsteps silent compared to his calculated loud ones. Each time the ring of his shoes hitting the floor sounded, your heart jumped.

What was he going to do with you?

The door he approached and pushed open creaked and the terrible sound echoed. The room was dull and monochrome.

The room was split in half with a glass wall on the right side, the side it was split into was bare, walls metal and thick.

On thé other side, there were eight chair, one empty; the rest held your siblings. Their hands were locked down with chains and they each held faces filled with tears.

What had he done with them?

"F-Father, what is this?" Your voice came out shaky and weak. Your fists tightened at your waist. Five wouldn't catch your eyes, his glossy cheeks sucked in as he glared at the floor.

"Number eight, have I allowed you to talk?"

You gulped down your apology and shook your head instead. With a hand on your shoulder, he led you into the room where the glass wall allowed your family to see into.

You were left alone in the cold room.
"Everyone look at number eight," your father said, everyone following his order and lifting their heads.
Their stares felt like needles pricking your skin.

What is going to happen?

"This is your test, number eight. You've been training, yes?"
You nod your head, sucking in a hesitant breath.
"Good. Do well, we'll be watching."

Do well with what?
Your eyes glossed over with confusion when your father used a single finger to press a button that seemed to suddenly appear at his side.

The walls started moving.
Moving towards you.
The glass wall fogged over, you could no longer see anyone.

You froze for a second, too scared to do anything. The walls never ceased their movements and that pushed you to extend your hands.

Your force-fields appeared before the walls, pressing against them as a barrier. The walls pushed even harder against them, creaking with force.

You groaned, straining yourself to keep your arms up, but the walls were strong and they kept coming closer, no matter how hard you fought against them.

"Argh," you shouted, feeling the pain rise in your arms, the familiar heat spreading through your arms. Sweat danced across your forehead.

Your elbows tucked into your chest. The walls were now close enough for your fingers to touch them. It felt like fire in your arms but there were no results; the walls weren't stopping.

You let your fields fall and took a different approach. Putting your back to one of the walls, you focused a shield on the other one, both arms extended infront of you.

Hands fell through the orange shield and touched the cold wall.
Your fear spiked.

Was he going to let the walls close on you?

"Father," you cried, you couldn't do anymore. Your powers failed you and you could barely rely on your weak arms to push. The wall was inches from your chest, closing in quickly.

"I CAN'T!"

The walls tightened and you felt something crack, pain flared in your chest and the breath was taken from you with a huge cry. "PLEASE!"

The walls reopened.

You fell to the floor, gasping for air and gripping at your rib cage in pain.
The walls had broken one of your ribs.

Air seemed miles away and every breath brought a new wave of pain. Your weaks arms wrapped around yourself and you cried, tears flooding your face.

"Number eight, you failed."

The glass became clear once more and through your fuzzy vision you could see your siblings thrashing against their restraints, like they wanted to reach out to you.

"Y/n," Five shouted, pulling against the chains the hardest, his face was wet with fresh tears.

You weakly reached out to him, a breathless cry falling from your lips. "Five..."

You snapped out of your thoughts when Klaus raised a hand and stopped Luther with, "hold on."

"We all died fighting this thing the first time around. Remember," Klaus said, holding his stomach in a way that looked painful. He has a point, but- wait.

"Klaus, shockingly, has a point," Diego said, and the way he was twisting around a small knife gave you a huge sense of déjà vu. This hasn't happened before, right?

"What gives us the win this time?"

Lights above flicker and a portal of blue appears. Out comes someone who slams into the bar. Everyone jumps back in fright.

"Je-Jesus!"

Klaus, who had thrown himself back into the couch stands back up. "You guys, am I still high, or do you see him, too?"
This definitely hasn't happened before.

Five rolls off of the table and you quickly catch him from falling. "Five!"

"Are you alright?"
"Where have you been?"
"Who did this?"

He pushes from your grip and stands, grabbing a cup from Allison when everyone crowds around him. How did she not drop that?

You look back at the bar, where Five left the brief case he was holding. Similar blue flash to Rob's.
I'll have to ask Five.

He slurps down the coffee, facing away from everyone. Luther gives you a look.

You grab Five by the shoulders and turn him to face you and the family. He drops the cups and his hands go to your waist, seemingly using you to stand straight, but the touch gives you butterflies.

"F-Five, what the hell?"

"So, the apocalypse is in three days," he says, eyes look over your shoulder but his hands stay at your sides. "The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us."

"The Umbrella Academy."
"Yeah, but with me, obviously," Five sneers out and you feel his grip tighten, but that makes your face heat up unwillingly. His finger knowingly trails over your stab wound.

"So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed."
"Hey," you whisper and his eyes trails over to your face. His features soften and his wrinkles disappear. You notice the way his eyes look to your lips before they go back to your family behind you.

"To give us a fighting chance to see next week, Ive come back with a lead. I know who's responsible for the apocalypse."

He used one hand to give Allison a folded piece of paper. "This is who we have to stop."

"Harold Jenkins?"
"Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?"

Stepping away from Five, you scratch at your flushed cheeks.

"I don't know...yet. But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse."
How, Five?
"We have to find him. We have to do it now."

"How is he connected to what's going to happen," Luther asks and you nod your head to his words. He has to know something about this Harold, right?

"I don't know."
I take back my words.
"Wait," Diego interjects, stepping forward and you turn to see him gaze at Five suspiciously. "So you just know his name?"

"That's it?" you ask.
"That's enough," Five replies simply, shrugging his shoulders.
"There's probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in the city," Diego says and no one can really argue with it.

"Well, we just better start looking, then."
Does Five really plan on searching for Harold and find him in three days?

"I'm sorry," Allison speaks out after a moment of silence that allowed Five's words to sink in. "Am I the only one that's skeptical here?"

You wanted to agree with her but you sunk back into the wall and lifted a nail to bite at it. This needs to be over soon, I have questions for Five and I need to find Rob.

You chuckled to yourself.
I sound like the stalker now.

"I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's his name?"
At Allison's words everyone silently turns to Five, agreeing with her.

"Harold Jenkins," he says. "You know those lunatics in the masks who attacked the house?"
And Rob? Yup, I remember them.

"Oh yeah," Klaus mumbles, staring off into the air blankly. "I think I remember those guys."
"Yeah, the ones that attacked us while you were getting drunk," Diego spits at Five with sarcasm.

Five's furrowed brows loosen and you see through to his remorseful face. "Them. They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth."

Ah, I get it.
"The Temps what," Allison asks, clearly not understanding. I think the last few days has helped me understand what Five is saying. All thanks to almost getting murdered on different occasions.

"My former employer. They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen...happens. They believe the apocalypse is coming in three days."
I don't doubt their knowledge.
"So I went to Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics. "Protect Harold Jenkins"."

"So he must be responsible for the apocalypse," you ask, concluding what Five's whole rant meant. He nods and everyone else gives him a blank stare.

3...
2...
1...

"What's do you mean, protect time and space?"
"Where is this Hazel, Five?"
"Those bastards."

You laugh into your hand, holding the wound on your stomach. Each gasp for breath as you chuckle hurts.

"You know how insane that sounds," Allison asks and that makes Five's head snap up.
The way he clenched his jaw and pulls his lips into a thin line reminds you of everytime you teased him, except this time his ears didn't turn red and his face looked unpleasant.

"You know what's insane? I look like a thirteen year old boy."
A cute one, you thought about saying but kept to yourself with a grunt.
"Klaus talks to the dead, Y/n is somehow still in love with me even after all I've done, and Luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat."

You gulp.
He didn't have to call everyone out like that... but he's not wrong.

"Everything about us is insane. It always has been."
"He's got a point there," Klaus says and you raise an agreeing finger at him.
"We didn't choose this life, were just living it," Five says, "for the next three days, anyway."

"But the last time we tried to stop it, we all died," Allison says making you wince and remember back to when Five explained everything he saw to you. Must've been traumatizing.
"Why is this time any different? Why shouldn't I go home to my daughter?"

"Because this time, I'm here. We have the name of the man responsible. We have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people, including Claire."
The way Allison looks up softly at Five, her arms falling to her sides makes you want to melt.
He cares so much.

"You know her name," Allison asks, her face falling in surprise.
"I do," Five says and can I marry him? "I'd like to live long enough to meet her."

"Alright," Allison nods. "Let's get this bastard."
"You had me a Gerald Jenkins," Diego says and you face palm.
"Harold Jenkins," you correct him.
"Whatever. I've already lost two people this week, I'm not losing anyone else."

"And Luther?"
Everyone looks to the blonde.
He shifts under the gazed. "Yeah, you go. I'm gonna stay and go through dad's files. I think this has something to do with why he sent me to the moon."

You catch Diego rolling his eyes and stop yourself from doing the same. "Seriously," he asks. "Now you wanna make the end of the world about you and dad?"

"No," Luther is quick to cut in, huffing. "'Watch for threats.' That's what he told me. You think that's a coincidence? This all has to be connected somehow."

Allison steps forward at Luther and grabs his large forearm. "No, we should all stick together."

Five grunts and hooks his pinky on your belt loop, tugging you towards him. "We don't have time for this."

"Let's roll," Diego says and Five moves the both of you towards him. "I know where we can find this asshole. Klaus, you're with me."

Klaus, who looks sickly pale, looks up from the couch with hollow eyes. "Yeah, I-I'm good."
He's not taking the chance?
"I think I'll, uh...pass. I'm feeling a little under the weather," he stumbles and walks away.

Damnit, I lost my excuse.
When you move from Five, he looks at you, squinting at you with eyes that you can't make out the emotions for.

"Y/n, what about you?"

You freeze, feeling your stomach drop. You gulp down the guilty feeling and speak up. "I...I'll meet up with you guys later..." you wanted to wince at the shakiness in your voice. "I need to, uh, go do something...important."

"You're lying," Five blatantly says, eyes narrowed and searching deeply through your eyes. It's that obvious, huh?

"I'm not lying, I'm serious. It's super important."

"You've said that twice already," Five says, still not letting the topic go. You flush under his intense look, fingers playing with the end of your tank top out of nervousness.
"Actually, she's said it around five times, already," Luther cuts in, not helping your cause.

Jeez, no need to team up on me here.

"Yeah, so? I need to get it done before the world ends. Three days, remember?"
"If you helped stop the world from ending you'll have plenty of time to do that important thing." He's mocking you, and you hate it.

You gulp, having no other excuse. The others aren't this pushy. You want to confess everything, right then and there. He's even more on edge because of the interaction between me and the Handler. 

But with a deep breath, you hold it down, glaring at Five with a solid expression. "It won't take long, I'll be going now," you grumbled and pushed past Diego, who hadn't said anything but you could tell he was suspicious of you.

"Why are you doing this," Five asked, and his voice cracked so badly you stopped in your tracks out of guilt. "You yelled at me for keeping secrets from you, but now it's the other way around? Why?"

You can't force yourself to look at him, the hurt expression you pictured was already too much to fight against.

"I'll be back," you said and left without another word.