This series was based off a request by newbie23: "can i request something for a fic? Like i want to see your take on them by the end of the series where they go back in time like what are they planning on stopping the apocalypse, their father being alive and that they were in the age where they being trained to hard. Also what would Vanya feel waking up after what she had done you know things like that of course i want it to be Vanya and five focused hahaha especially about their relationship :D"

"Vanya, I love you…!"

"I said, go!"

"No! No! No! Allison! I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry!"

"We did it. We saved the world."

"…so much for saving the world…"

"The Umbrella Academy. A total failure."

"We use my ability to time travel. But this time, I'll take you with me…okay great…Luther, grab Vanya."

"Wait, should we be taking her?"

"I mean, if she's the cause of the apocalypse…"

"…isn't that like taking the bomb with us?"

"The apocalypse will always happen, and Vanya will always be the cause, unless we take her with us and fix her…"

A faint tired groan escaped a young girl's voice. A throbbing sensation entered her brain as it gradually turned into this pounding motion. Her mind was just one giant cluster fuck as she couldn't make heads or tails. Her heavy eyelids managed to pry themselves open slowly at least even though she wanted to continue sleeping; the much-needed rest would help her headache.

As she did so, this warm, bright light greeted her as she saw the sun-rays peeking through her pink, veiled curtains. Subtly, she heard birds singing the songs of their species, and cars zooming by; a few of them honked obnoxiously as they passed by because of some impatient, angry drivers.

The exhausted young lady sat up on her bed, stretching her arms high in the air, warming up her back muscles. Without a second thought, she peeled back the covers and swung her legs over as they now dangled just a bit. Her bare feet touched the rug before shuffling her little body over her to vanity mirror. She took a seat on the chair and grabbed her brush.

With a soft smile, the girl began brushing her hair, blissfully unaware of a drastic change.

Until…

"AH!" shrieked the girl as she dropped the brush; her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Her jaw nearly fell the floor. Suddenly, her hands touched her face, noticing how young she looked. She even touched locks of her hair and noticed that she dawned her hairstyle from when she was a teen.

Holy shit…her brother successfully time-traveled them back to 2002. They were now 13-years-old again.

Shooting up from her chair, the young lady shouted, calling out for someone – anyone – that could hear her. Her breathing grew sporadic. Her heart raced against her chest. Where were her siblings?

More importantly…

Where was her sister…

"Allison!" shouted a few voices as the sounds of rushing footsteps echoed throughout the corridor. Then, seconds later, a bunch of familiar faces showed up outside her room. A warm, bright smile graced her face, growing wider by the second. Tears pooled in the brim of her eyes.

Her brothers made it to the past safely, especially Luther. Allison had forgotten how incredibly handsome Luther when they were younger. This could be their second chance as well as ensuring that Vanya did not grow up to start the apocalypse.

Not everyone could get a second chance at a happy ending…

"Guys!" Allison happily greeted back, rushing up to them and pulling them all into a hug, much to Diego and Five's dismay.

"What's with the hug, Allison?" asked Diego, voicing his curiosity.

Allison pulled back, "I got scared that we would all be trapped in different timelines and then apocalypse would still occur."

"Wow. Way to have faith in me, Allison." Said Five sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he broke the hug first.

Allison mimicked his action but soon realization dawned on her face as she remembered the sole reason why Five suggested that they traveled back in time to their teenage years.

Vanya…

"Where's Vanya?" She asked quickly; panic dripped from her voice. As soon as she asked that, realization hit all of them.

Without a moment to lose, the siblings all ran out of the room and headed towards Vanya's bedroom.

As they inched closer and closer to her room, the siblings heard a familiar voice. One that they never dreamed of hearing ever again…

"Children! What have I told you about our scheduled mealtimes? You are to report to the dining hall at once after your dear mother rings the bell. Do you understand me?" Their father, Sir Reginald, said, lecturing them about the importance of punctuality.

Diego was the first to be annoyed. He had grown to hate his father as he matured from adolescence to adulthood. He did call Reginald a monster at his funeral for crying out loud.

Out of the corner of his eye, Luther noticed Diego's hand ball into a fist as his body shook from anger. Oh…that couldn't be good…

Thinking on his feet, Luther, remembering that Reginald appointed the role of "Number One" of the Umbrella Academy to him, stepped in front of his siblings and said,

"Apologies dad. We didn't mean to wake up so incredibly late."

Sir Reginald cocked one brow up, unimpressed with his "son's" excuses. He didn't want to hear them whatsoever.

"And where's that sister, Vanya, of yours? Is she the reason behind your tardiness? I will not tolerate her becoming a bad influence on you all if that is the case."

Now, it was Five's turn to be angry. His gaze hardened while his jaw tightened. He looked ready to murder Reginald at any moment. How dared he call Vanya a bad influence? God…he was starting to reexperience these emotions that his true 13-year-old self had gone through just before he time-traveled to the future. This desire to protect Vanya as she had become quite special to him. How he confided in her about everything and anything, especially when he first expressed interest about time-traveling. She didn't discourage him from doing so. She cheered him on, helping him research by looking through books that could steer him in the right direction. She would even let him hole himself up in her room while she practiced playing her violin as he told her that her music not only soothed him but gave him the much-needed focus as well.

She wasn't this "bad influence" as Reginald had mercilessly called her. No. While, he couldn't personally vouch for his siblings' feelings, he could happily declare that Vanya made him want to try his hardest. All those times he had won those petty competitions, the thought of impressing Vanya fueled his desire of winning. It lit this unexplainable fire within his heart and that was why he wound up winning. Not because he wanted to their father's approval but because he wanted hers. He wanted her compliments. He loved seeing her eyes become so animated as if she received the best news in her entire life – when in reality – he just told her about a new aspect of his abilities that he just discovered.

She looked at him like he – personally – mattered to the world. She saw and treated him like a human being. A human being that had special abilities, but she didn't let that define him.

Just like he never allowed the word, "ordinary", to define her…

With an icy stare and scowl, Five breathed heavily, trying his hardest to keep his temper in check. The last thing they all needed was for Reginald to lock them up in their rooms and ban from ever meeting Vanya. That would defeat the purpose of traveling back to 2002.

No. They all needed to play it safe or at least keep their hostility towards their father to a minimum.

They just had too…

"Now. Do wake your sister up, I will not have you all ruining our morning mealtime." Reginald demanded as he disappeared up the stairs, allowing the siblings to breathe at last.

"Has he always been a giant prick?" asked Ben, still adjusting to the fact that he was alive and kicking. Though, now he wished he was dead again because of that amazing encounter with dear old dad.

"Nah…he was actually be civil in that…" piped up Klaus, turning his head towards Ben.

Luther, Diego, and Allison snorted; all muttered words of agreement. Their father was indeed the worse.

"What do you think, Five? Isn't he─?" Allison stopped mid-sentence as she watched him make his way to Vanya's bedroom.

Luther chuckled softly, getting a little dose of déjà vu as he could've sworn that he saw himself heading to Allison's room—even though her room was right next door.

"So…do you think he's going to make a move this time around?" The leader asked, displaying a lopsided grin.

Diego snorted, "Oh, God I hope so. It was both hilarious and sickening to see him look so confused whenever it came to Vanya."

"My favorite Five expression would be when it looks like someone told him that Vanya would never fall in love with him. You know…that one look he gets whenever we went out on missions…"

"Oh! I know what you're talking about! It came in handy when we needed him to go all out."

"That's messed up, Luther."

"Hey now. At least we completed our missions faster that way."

"True. Very true."

With the rest of the Hargreeves siblings chatting away, Five snuck his way in Vanya's room the old fashion way. He could've just activated his spatial jumping; it would've been a tad quicker, but he couldn't risk waking her up. She used a huge amount of her special ability moments prior to teleporting back in time and needed the rest.

Stepping foot inside, Five quietly closed her door behind him, careful to not slam it shut. He then shuffled softly towards her bed; his eyes focused on how peaceful she looked. How her lips remained perfectly thinned and her body still. He noticed her blanket moving along with her steady breathing.

Wow he looked like a total creeper, standing by her bed and staring at her while she slept.

Shaking himself back to reality, he slowly lowered himself, resting his entire body weight on his knees. He sighed softly as he contemplated grasping her hand and holding it in his or leave her alone. Would he wake her up if he were to hold her hand? If he were to gently caress the back of it with his thumb as he whispered words of desperation, would she appreciate it?

These adolescent feelings were new to Five. When he accidentally traveled to the future, he never had the chance to develop these so-called romantic feelings. He never got the opportunity to act like any other easily love stricken teen. That was why he fell in "love" with Dolores. He projected his unexplored adoration for Vanya onto her. The mannequin even bore the same hairstyle for fucks sake! What made his weird love for Dolores worse was when he would moan Vanya's name while he "made love". He didn't picture Vanya as a teen while doing so, it was more like him moaning out the name of the person he loves.

He had loved Vanya then and now he had a terrific opportunity to make things right for them. If he were to shower with love and affection, then she would never meet that fucking asshole, Harold Jenkins, when she was older.

He was going to show her what true, genuine love was…

Mustering enough courage, Five reached out for Vanya's limp hand and held it in his. With his free hand, he softly trailed his index on the side of her face. A content sigh emitted from her lips as Vanya's face relaxed even more.

Five couldn't help but smile as he watched Vanya lean towards his touch. She craved more as she lacked the needed amount of affection for a person.

"I know it's 45 years too late…maybe even more…but I'm so sorry for leaving you Vanya…" He paused, sighing, "If I hadn't left you the first time around, then you wouldn't have had to face dad's wrath alone. I would've been there to protect you…care for you…show how much I loved you like any other teenager." He raised her hand up to his lips and placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles, "I hope you forgive me one day…" He finished; his tone barely a whisper. He lips quivered slightly. His eyes red as it slowly moistened. He continued to fight back the urge to cry, allowing his hidden feelings to finally be free. Emotions that had been locked up for forty-five years and masked with sarcasm and rude thoughts.

It was finally nice to release them…even it was only just a little…

"I forgive you Five…" He heard a whisper as he felt something squeeze his hand.

His eyes trailed down and instantly widened as he saw Vanya awake and smiling. He quickly wiped away the tears that still threatened to form and returned the smile. A rare action that only Dolores had the privilege of seeing.

Now…

It would be reserved for Vanya…only Vanya…

"You forgive me?" He questioned with his brows knitted together. He then noticed her struggling to sit up, so he placed one hand on her lower back while his other acted as an anchor for Vanya to hold onto while she pulled herself up.

"Thanks, and yes, I do forgive you. If anything, I should be asking you to forgive me, especially Allison." Vanya stared sadly at her blanket, avoiding eye contact with him, "I'm the reason why she can't speak anymore, and we can't forget that I caused the absolute destruction of the world," She sighed, "Your mission was to stop the apocalypse from happening, so do it. Kill me and save the world." She practically pleaded as the guilt riddled her body. As the thought of killing millions of people plagued her mind over and over. Her heart pounded against her chest as her palms became clammy.

Five, on the other hand, stared at her in total disbelief. Did he hear her right? Was she seriously fucking asking him to end her life right now? Anger ignited this flame within his body. This sensation surged through his veins. He no longer thought with his 58-year-old conscience but instead, he thought like a person who became desperate—frightened.

Without thinking about it, Five grabbed Vanya's shoulder and turned her towards him. Vanya stared at him with wide eyes. Her lips parted just a bit. Her cheeks dawned this pinkish hue. Her shy appearance was a complete contrast to Five's look of anguish.

Now, she wished she took back what she said if it meant never seeing that pained expression on his face again.

"Do you hear yourself, Vanya?! Fucking asking me to kill you?! Are you insane?!" He scolded her, allowing his hurt to take total control of his body.

Vanya flinched at his harsh, cold tone, "I'm not…but you said this repeatedly that you need to stop the apocalypse and seeing how I'm the reason for it, you need to wipe me away from existence."

Five scoffed. He couldn't believe he was hearing and honestly surprise that Vanya picked now to be argumentative and stubborn. While, she did make valid points – points that his 58-year-old self would've loved and adhere to – he just couldn't bring himself to ending her life. He might as well have had reached for his heart and stabbed it if Vanya were to no longer exist in any timeline.

"And I am stopping it, Vanya. Why can't you see that?! The reason why I time-traveled all of us, and I do mean all of us, to this moment in time, it's because we are going to fix you."

"Fix me? What does that even mean?"
"It means that we're going to treat you like someone that we love and respect. You're just as important to the Umbrella Academy as the rest of us," Five paused, taking a moment, "You're special to me Vanya. You're the only I can trust, and I hope you trust me." He finished with a pleading expression. His eyes burned right into hers as he secretly feared what she would say to the last part of his little speech.

"I do trust you, Five, but I'm truly terrified that I'm going to become that way even if you guys do fix your mistakes. You said so yourself, the apocalypse is supposed to happen."

Five, allowing the desperation to fuel his courage, cupped Vanya's precious cheek; his thumb gently caressed her smooth skin.

"I will do everything in my power to ensure that that doesn't happen." He told her, displaying a boyish grin.

Vanya shook her head playfully, displaying a small smile.

"Why does that line sound so familiar?" She teased, remembering that he had said something similar the first time he had expressed interest in time-traveling.

Five's eyes widened. A look of realization washed over his face as her words triggered a memory…

Walking down to dinner, Five and Vanya held hands, careful to make sure they were out of Reginald's line of sight. The two had gone on to the topic of time-traveling. Vanya tried her best to talk him out of it as she feared that something horrible would go wrong and he would disappear forever. Just the mere thought of growing up without Vanya depressed her; it caused her heart to twinge in pain.

Not wanting her to be upset, Five cupped her cheek, gently caressing it, "That's not going to happen, Vanya. I have you waiting for me back here so of course, I'm going to come back. I just want to see if I can do it. Even if it's a tiny jump in time, I just want to see." Then, he unlaced their fingers and pulled her into a warm and loving hug, "Then, with more practice, I'll take you with me, and we'll be far away from here. No more siblings who bully you. No more dad that constantly berates you for being ordinary. None of them. It's just going to be the two of us." He told her, soothing away her worries. Though, she had a point. What if he were to get stuck in a time with no means of getting back? God. Just the mere thought of Vanya growing up without him scared him. Instilled a fear within his mind. Yet he had to push them away. He needed to do this. To try. Then, his future could officially begin.

With one final squeeze, Five released his hold on special violinist. He flashed her a reassuring smile as if he'd told her to not worry about him nor say a word during dinner.

Just as he turned towards the stairs, he felt a tug on his sleeve. He peered down and saw Vanya's hand stopping him.

He raised a brow, "What's wrong?"

"Promise me something."

"Anything."

"Promise me that if you were to get stuck somewhere with no means of getting back, then you'd find a way to come back to me."

Five's breath hitched. She didn't need to tell him that. He already knew. He'd do anything and everything to get back to her. His sole reason of even endearing the constant training and annoying siblings that he cared for here and there.

"Promise me, Five."

"I promise you, Vanya Hargreeves, that I'll do everything in my power to come back to you."

Five chuckled, shaking his head as the memory disappeared back to the deepest depths of his mind.

"I think owe you yet another apology, Vanya."

Vanya tilted her head to the side. Tiny creases formed on her forehead as confusion burned in her eyes. Why would he owe her another apology?"

Five, as if he read her mind, spoke again,

"Because…I broke my promise to you. I didn't try my hardest to come back to you." He silently chastised himself, angry with the fact that Reginald was right. Five wasn't ready for time-travel…

Now, it was Vanya's turn to cup Five's cheek, ignoring the blush that crept on her cheeks because of her shy nature. She mimicked his earlier actions, causing the boy to blush as well.

"I like to think that you did, Five. Would you have honestly joined those people you used to work for? Would you become so crazy obsessed with stopping the apocalypse?"

Five simply shook his head unable to find his voice. His mind began mulling over Vanya's questions.

"Well then…you didn't break your promise to me then, Five. You managed to find a way to come back to me, and you transporting us back to the teen versions of ourselves shows that even you deserve a second chance at happiness. Though, I'm not sure Dolores is around yet…" Vanya said to him, adding a little joke near the end, causing the sadden Five to crack a smile. Well. A smirk, but it was better than him frowning.

"Why would I need Dolores when I have you, Vanya?" He flirted, winking at her.

The poor girl's face became bright red. Her lips thinned as a faint squeal emitted from them. Five could even see Vanya's heart race against her chest. Not that he was solely staring at her breasts but….

Just as he opened his mouth to tease her some more, a light knock penetrated the tiny silence between Five and Vanya.

Vanya, using this opportunity, granted whoever was at door permission to enter her room.

Slowly, the door swung open, revealing the rest of the Hargreeves siblings all decked out in their signature Umbrella Academy uniforms. Allison and Luther stood close together. Diego leaned against the door frame. Ben and Klaus stood in the middle while Klaus looked like his tie suffocated him.

"Did I mention how much I hated these stupid uniforms growing up?"

Allison giggled, "Well…get used to it, Klaus. We are stuck in these uniforms until we move out."

Klaus whined but soon remembered that those awful uniforms weren't the worse part…

"I know that look, Klaus and yes, we get to go through puberty all over again." Five broke the shocking news to his now depressed brother.

"Oh great…well…if my door is closed, then don't come in…"

"Gross Klaus…"

A/N:And there we have it folks! The first chapter of my brand new series! What do you guys think? I'm honestly excited to begin this journey with you all! I will do my best to update this story at least every Saturday! That way the weekdays are reserved for my series of requests and other ideas that about the great relationship that is Five x Vanya! Also, did you guys spot a cameo scene? ;) Comment below where you guys have read that scene before! Side note: I took some of Aidan's take on certain aspects of Five, like how he tweeted that Five would literally kill for Dolores, so I just had to work that in this and add to the confusion!

Chapter 2 is already finished/edited and now waiting to be published next week! Tomorrow, I will work on request number 6 and then chapter 3!

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- Kim