The Experiment: Umbrella Academy

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Fire. That was all she could see the fire and the constant smell of the burning building and rumble. It was dark and at she could feel the flames terrifying light. Even though the flames were near her she couldn't feel warm. The flames licked at her arms and legs. She was going to die if she didn't get out in time. But she knew she was trapped underneath the heavy rocks and rubbles of the building. There was no escape, but that didn't stop her from trying. She screamed for help not bothering if her capturers heard her. In a couple minutes it wouldn't matter anyway.

Pushing against the cold rocks she could feel a slight shift of movement in them. 'A little more, almost-'

She gave the cold heavy rocks. 'One more push'

A small gap was made, she desperately tried to make the gap bigger, but all her energy was used just to push it down, her bruises and cuts stung her from her strenuous movement. She attempted to push anymore rock, but it didn't budge. 'I am going to die here'

Shutting her eyes hoping that her death would be quick and painless, though she knew she was wrong. 'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad' she thought as the flames neared her. Closer and closer until all she saw was darkness.

Present Day: 1955.

The Handlers rather irritatingly loud shoes clipping across the marble floor of the Commission's Headquarters as she headed towards her office. Where Experiment X113.5 or Agent 13 was waiting very patiently for. But Handler had to look pretty before every meeting she had. Agent 13 knew for a fact,that she had been powdering her nose.

Pretty my a** Agent 13 thought as the woman who she was just thinking off sashayed into the room. Placed her handbag on her marble desk and sat down facing her. 'All in her own sweet time'

The Handler started at her for a couple of minutes almost waiting for her to make the first move. As usual Agent 13 made no move, simple waiting for the woman in front of her to speak. The Handler smiled in a rather sickening way, Agent 13 silently barfed in her mouth.

"Agent 13," came her slightly high pitch voice. "You have served us admirably in the short time that you have been with us. And despite your struggles and your partners…well, let's say rebellious act of defiance (Agent 13 inwardly sneered at her) you remained will us. For that we, the Commission are grateful, but as you know there are still problems, things that need to be corrected.

Agent 13 nodded slowly, she smelt trouble or the Handler flowery perfume. Both were possible. The Handler paused, slowly got up from her seat and walked towards her drink table. She began to slowly pour some wine into her glass, her eyes still locked onto 13's. Like a predator looking at its prey. "I have an assignment for you. An extremely important one that could possible fix time, before our miscreant messes it up anymore. Yes, I know what you must be thinking, I have sent in Hazel and Cha-Cha. But I think you would be more…equipped for this particular assignment. She walked sashayed towards Agent 13 a handed her a small photo. Irritated beyond belief and all the slowness and mystery behind her target, 13 simply snatched the photo from her and gave it a glance.

13's eyes widened. "I can't," she said speaking for the first time since entering the marble room. "You know, I can't"

"Why not?" asked the Handler staring at her with a faked look of shock. She wasn't fooling anybody. "It's him and refuse to kill him." 13 said jumping up from her seat, facing the blonde- haired woman angrily. The Handler didn't seem the least bit worried at her associates change in emotion, she expected it and she prepared for it.

"Oh, my dear. I think you misunderstand me-" The Handler said walking towards the woman in front of her, the Handler slowly stroked her hair before pressing hard against Agent 13's neck with her fingertips. 13's eyes widened. "You will kill him whether you like it, or not."

Present Day: 2019, Hargreeves Manor/Mansion

"What's the date? The exact date." Five asked as he started to look for the items to make himself a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich. "The 24th"

"Of what?" Five asked as he opened the bread packet. "March" Vanya answered. Five paused. "Good"

"So are we not gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asked his brother. Five ignored him as he lay out his bread. "It's been 17 years" Luther said with some annoyance at his brother as he stood up attempting to look intimidating. Five scoffed. "It's been a lot longer than that." As he spacial-jumped to get the marshmallows. "I haven't missed that" Luther grumbled.

"Where'd you go?" Diego asked. "The future" Five answered. "And its shit, by the way."

"Called it" called out Klaus. "I should have listened to the old man. You know, jumping a few spaces is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of a dice." Five said as he looked for the peanut butter. "Nice dress" he commenting on Klaus's skirt. "Oh, well, danke" Klaus said looking pleased.

"Wait, how did you get back?" Vanya asked. "In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time." Five answered as he put peanut butter on his bread.

"That makes no sense" said Diego. "Well it would if you were smarter" Five commented. Diego jumped up, ready to throw himself at Five, but was held back by Luther.

"How long were you there?" Luther asked. "45 years. Give or take." Luther slowly dropped into his seat.

"So what are you saying? You're 58?" Five sighed as he placed his marshmallows on his sandwich. "No, my consciousness is 58. Apparently my body is now 13 again." Five took a bite out his sandwich. 'Perfection'

"Wait, how does that even work?" asked Vanya confused. "Delores kept on saying the equations were off and Clarissa would always argue that it was the frequency, she wasn't wrong. Eh. Clarissa must be laughing now."

"Clarissa? Delores?" Vanya asked possible even more confused. Five ignored her question just as he spotted a newspaper. "Guess I missed the funeral." he said as he took another bite of his sandwich. "How did you know about that?" Luther asked. "What part of the future do you not understand? Heart failure, huh?"

"Yeah" stated Diego. "No" Luther snapped back. Five stared at the photo before clicking his tongue. "Nice to see nothing's changed." Five said as he walked out of the pantry/kitchen.

"That's it? That's all you have to say?" Allison said speaking for the first time since he arrived. Five sighed. "What else is there to say? The circle of life" he called out. "Besides I have much better things to think about" he whispered to himself.

'Like finding out what happened and where Clarissa is? Oh and stopping the apocalypse'

Okay, I am still doing my 'What Hides In The Shadows' fic. And I really shouldn't start another story while I'm still busy with that, but this idea was jumping around in my head and UA is so addictive. So, this happened.

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