AUTHOR'S NOTE: For those of you who've been following me, yes, I am actually writing a fic that's not about the Power Rangers! (Oh my gosh, it really is the apocalypse!) I'm pretty obsessed with this series, so if you enjoy it, too, please enjoy this fic! And don't worry, I'm still focusing on my Power Rangers fics as well.

CHAPTER ONE

ROGER

The rain was coming down hard upon the corpses littering the ground. There were too many to count. Some stared at Roger accusingly with their cold, dead eyes. He was alone in his survival... Or was he?

Despite the rain, a fire burned nearby, refusing to die down. An African-American man emerged from the flames seemingly unharmed. He stared around in disbelief and horror. He held a badly burned child in his arms. She could not have survived, but he refused to let go of her, stubbornly laying her down on the ground and attempting CPR. It was futile. The girl was too motionless.

Wind seemed to breeze past Roger. He looked up and saw a blurry purple figure speeding around him. When she finally stopped moving, he saw her clearly. She appeared to be Asian and had somehow moved at a superhuman speed. To prove this, as part of a nearby building came crumbling down toward Roger, she sped up again, grabbing him and pulling him to safety. She smiled at him before releasing him.

A final woman approached cautiously. She looked relieved to see the rest of them. A warm light seemed to burst from inside of her. Then, she pointed to more debris that was falling toward them. It exploded in midair as a beam of light shot out of her hands and hit it.

"Is this it?" She asked in an Irish accent. She tucked a stray bit of her long red hair that had escaped from her ponytail behind her ear. "Are we the only ones left?"

"Yes," Roger replied. "No one else survived."

Roger Ricci suddenly found himself sitting in his apartment. He took several deep breaths, trying to adjust to being back in the present. Sometimes, his visions were hard to interpret, but this one had been pretty clear. The world was going to be destroyed, and for some reason, he was going to be one of the only survivors.

"I have to find the others," he said aloud. They had all survived for a reason... Maybe they were the ones who could prevent this vision from coming true. The problem was, he had no idea who the others were. He had never seen them before.

He closed his eyes, hoping he could figure out how to find them. Suddenly, he saw a location in his mind. Ireland, he realized. The redhead was definitely somewhere in Ireland. With a little luck, maybe he could track her. He was certain these strangers were like him... Children born around the world during the remarkable day of forty-three immaculate births. He had once been able to track these other children, having visions of what they were doing at any given point in time. With any luck, that gift still worked. He didn't know what was going to cause the world to end, but he did know that he had to try to prevent it. One way or another, he would track down the others. Together, they would save the entire world.

FIVE

Through an incredible team effort, they'd done it... They'd stopped the apocalypse. Number Five was beyond relieved when he walked into the mansion which had housed the Umbrella Academy with his five remaining siblings by his side. Sure, they looked like they'd lived through the fight of their lives, but that was because they had.

"Coffee," Five decided aloud. "This calls for coffee."

"Fuck coffee," Allison said. "This calls for alcohol." She began pouring shots for everyone except Five. He frowned at her. "You're not old enough to drink," she pointed out.

"Goddamnit, Allison, I'm older than all of you!" Five snapped, grabbing a shot and pouring it into his coffee.

Allison rolled her eyes and passed everyone else their shots before pouring herself a new one.

"Allison, this is why you're my favorite sister!" Klaus declared. He then wrapped his arms around Vanya. "And you're my other favorite sister because you helped stop the apocalypse instead of starting it this time," he added quickly. "We couldn't have saved the world without you... You put the V in MVP, Vanya!"

"I just wish we could have saved Ben..." Vanya said.

"Way to kill the buzz, Vanya," Diego said, downing his shot. He poured another one, then raised it. "Here's to stopping the apocalypse!" He toasted.

"Here, here!" Klaus chimed in.

Luther frowned. "What's wrong, Luther?" Allison asked.

"Oh, oh! I know!" Klaus said eagerly. He frowned, mocking Luther, and said in a very serious, Luther-like tone, "Dad sent him to the moon."

Diego laughed so hard, he spit out his drink. Five managed not to, but he had to admit that had been funny.

"Dad's still dead," Luther said seriously.

"Well, yeah, but Mom and Pogo are okay, so at least there's that," Diego said. "Dad can rot in hell."

"I thought if we stopped it early enough, he'd live, but he still..." Luther sighed, not finishing the sentence.

"Luther... He's proud of you," Allison said gently, putting a comforting hand on his back. "At least you know that much."

Luther nodded, not saying anything else. Everyone went back to drinking. Five was okay with that. His family was easier to handle when drunk. Finally, he headed up to his room to see the one person he really wanted to see.

"We did it, Dolores," he said, wrapping his arms around her as he crawled into bed, still fully dressed. He was too exhausted to change, and all he wanted was to hold the woman he loved. It was over. Finally, Number Five could rest.

ELLA

Being a princess was never easy. Ella McKenzie wasn't technically royalty, but she'd been treated that way since her birth. Ella's entire village had deemed her a miracle from God. Not only had she been born to a virgin mother who hadn't been pregnant prior to going into labor, but from the minute she was born, she'd been bathed in a bright light. As she'd grown, she'd learned to manifest that light in a number of different ways. She mainly used it to comfort the people of her village, but she'd also used it to defend them from harm.

Ella didn't think of herself as a Goddess or anything, but she'd never been normal, and she didn't know how to be anything but the unofficial princess of St. Catherine's Cove. The people of the village even called her Princess or Lady Ella. She didn't mind. It was nice to know they loved her, and she was happy to protect them.

"Lady Ella! Lady Ella, come quickly!" Fiona called. The little girl was nearly eight now, and she worked as a servant girl with her mother, Eloise. She'd grown up in Ella's home, and Ella was rather fond of her and her mother.

"What's got you so worked up, Fiona?" Ella asked.

"It's Jack!"

Jack was Ella's neighbor. She hurried to see what the trouble was. Ella stared in horror as she spotted him collapsed on her kitchen floor. Eloise was trying to tend to a gaping wound in his chest, but he was rapidly losing blood.

"What happened?" Ella demanded.

"He was working on his farm and had an accident," Eloise replied. "He's lost too much blood... I can only keep him comfortable... Can you bless him, Princess?"

Ella stepped closer to him. "Aye," she said. "Of course." She began to manifest light from her hands, trying to comfort Jack as he died. To her great surprise, Jack's wound began to seal shut and heal before her eyes. That had never happened before.

"It's a miracle!" Eloise cried. She sank to her knees and bowed her head. "Our Princess has done the impossible! It is surely an act of God!"

Fiona followed her mother's example, sinking to her knees to worship at Ella's feet. That had happened before. In fact, it happened every time Ella helped people. She was used to it.

"That's not necessary," she said quickly. "I am just happy Jack will survive."

Jack smiled at her from the floor. "My princess... I am not worthy. Thank you," he said humbly.

She smiled back at him. "Be careful, Jack. I don't know if I can do that again," she said with a gentle laugh. She'd never healed anyone so obviously before, although people had recovered more quickly than expected when she "blessed" them. Maybe she'd always had this power and simply hadn't needed it to manifest so strongly before.

"Well done, my miracle," her mother said as she entered the room. She wrapped Ella in a hug. Ella relaxed in the familiar embrace.

An hour later, Ella went for a walk. She was trying to keep a low profile so no one stopped her to ask for blessings. It wasn't that Ella disliked helping others, but sometimes, she needed a little time to herself.

"You were born on a special day in October of 1989," a voice said.

Ella spun around, startled. "I... Yes, I was," she said. She looked at the handsome stranger standing in front of her. He was tall, with long brown hair he had pulled neatly into a braid. He had intense eyes that seemed to see into her soul. "Who are you?"

"My name is Roger Ricci. You and I share a birthday."

She was nervous now. "What is it you want from me, Roger?"

"Your help. I saw you in a vision."

"You have visions?"

"Yes... And you manipulate light." He paused. "What's your name?"

"Ella. Ella McKenzie." She studied him. "What was so important that you traveled here?"

"The apocalypse, Ella... I saw the end of the world, but I believe you are meant to help me stop it."

She stared at him in surprise. "And exactly how am I supposed to do that?"

"You have powers. I saw you with me and two others, left behind when everyone else died."

"Who were the others?"

"I don't know yet... I can track the others, Ella. And, for whatever reason, that ability found you first. I came here from Italy... And now, we are going to..." He paused, closing his eyes. "Detroit," he said after a minute.

"How dare you presume I'll just agree to this! I am not about to run off to America, or anywhere else, with a complete stranger," Ella objected. He had some nerve!

To her surprise, Roger softened a bit. Something close to desperation appeared in his eyes. "Please, Ella... If we don't do this, everyone either of us has ever known or cared about is going to die," he said quietly.

Something about his tone and body language made Ella believe him. She was frightened of the world he'd predicted, and if they could prevent that future, wasn't she obligated to at least try? She thought of the people of her village. They trusted her completely to protect them. If they were truly in mortal danger, she owed it to them to do everything in her power to keep them safe.

"Yes," she said softly.

"Yes?" Roger repeated.

"Yes, I will help you."

"Great! Let's go-"

"Not yet. I have to tell my people I am leaving. I need to say goodbye to my mother."

"Ella, the world is in danger-"

"These people are my world. An hour will not make a difference, but if you argue with me, it will take longer."

Roger sighed. "Of course you can say goodbye. I'll stay with you so we can leave as soon as you're ready."

Ella nodded. "Come. My home is this way." She led him toward it and hoped she was making the right decision.

THE NEXT DAY.

KLAUS

He woke up pretty damn hung-over. Klaus stumbled down to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a shot to take the edge off. He turned around and let out a high-pitched scream at the sight of two people standing in front of him. Ben, he'd expected, but the other one...

"Dave?" He asked, his hands shaking so badly that he dropped the shot.

"It's me," the man he'd loved and lost confirmed.

"Klaus, we need to talk," Ben said.

"Not now, Ben," Klaus said softly. It was so rare that he could see Dave.

"Yes, now. The world's going to end."

"Weren't you paying attention? We stopped that," Klaus argued.

"You stopped an apocalypse," Ben insisted.

"What are you rambling about?" Klaus refused to believe this. They'd stopped Vanya from losing her mind. It had been a close call, with Five's freaky former co-workers trying to put a hole in space when Vanya had been stopped, but they'd succeeded. The world had been saved. Everything was fine, and the fact that it was the morning after the apocalypse proved that.

"It happens differently this time, Klaus... But it's still going to happen," Dave said gently.

Hearing it from Dave, Klaus couldn't ignore it. "What am I supposed to do?" He asked softly.

"Warn the others," Ben said urgently. "This isn't over yet."

"Man, Number Five's gonna be so pissed..." Klaus mumbled. He sighed, looking at Dave. "I love you," he whispered.

"I know. I love you, too," Dave said.

"But I have to deal with this now... And I can't do that with you here, because I don't want to leave you... I don't care about saving the world if I can stay with you instead."

"It's okay, Klaus." Dave smiled at him sadly. "I'll see you soon."

Klaus nodded before pouring another shot. He successfully downed it. Dave faded away. Ben stayed by his side, frowning.

"Seriously?" Ben asked, motioning toward the shot.

"Would you tell Number Five his life's mission to stop the end of the world only delayed it while you were sober?"

Ben sighed. "Fair point... Just don't do any drugs, okay? There's no time for that."

Klaus shrugged, downing another shot. "Time to party," he said. He headed toward the kitchen and waited for his family to show themselves.

DUKE

The early morning fire was blazing out of control. Duke Wilson and the rest of the firefighters were trying to put it out, but it only seemed to get stronger.

"My son!" A woman cried as she emerged from the building coughing.

"Where is he?" Duke asked.

"Apartment 307... Corner bedroom... I-I couldn't get to him," she said between coughing fits.

"How old is he?"

"Six..."

"Treat her for smoke inhalation," Duke told one of the paramedics at the scene.

"Duke, you are not going in there," his chief said firmly. "It's suicide."

"For anyone else, maybe, but I can do this, Chief."

"Your luck won't last forever, Wilson!"

"He's six, Sir." Duke ran into the building without another word. He rushed up the stairs. The flames didn't touch him, even though they were everywhere. He didn't understand why that happened whenever he was around fire, but it worked well for him considering his chosen profession.

He found the boy hiding in his closet. Although his room was engulfed in flames, the closet door had provided a barrier and the boy was still relatively unharmed. He had covered his mouth and nose with a thick sweater, and Duke scooped the boy and the sweater up, knowing he'd be alright. He carried him out of the building, emerging to the sound of applause.

Duke brought the boy to the paramedics and his mother, who burst into fresh tears at the sight of him. She wrapped him in her arms and looked at Duke. "Thank you!" She sobbed out.

"No thanks necessary," Duke said. "This is what I do." He smiled at the boy. "You're a smart kid. You're going to be alright now." He ruffled the boy's hair affectionately before returning to his chief.

"Incredible..." The chief said. "But I still say your luck can't last forever. Everyone's runs out eventually."

"Maybe," Duke said casually. "One day, I might end up getting myself killed, but not today." He smiled before grabbing a hose and continuing to put out the fire.

When it was finally out, Duke was about to head back to the truck. A man and woman stepped into his path.

"You were in my vision..." The man said.

Duke frowned. "Sir, have you seen a paramedic? I think you may have suffered from smoke inhalation and may not be getting enough air," he said. It wouldn't be the first time someone hallucinated from that.

"We weren't inside," he said. "My name is Roger, and this is Ella. I need you to come with us."

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

"Please, Sir...You're very brave," Ella said sweetly. "I watched you rescue the boy. You are a natural hero."

"I was just doing my job," Duke replied.

"Yes... Just as this is your job... I was skeptical at first as well, but it is our duty to help Roger with this mission."

"What mission?"

"Saving people by stopping the end of the world," Roger said.

That was ridiculous. "Look... You both seem very nice, but-"

"You were born during a special day in history, with forty-two other babies."

"No, actually. I wasn't."

Roger paused. "I don't understand... You're fireproof. You have powers, so you must be one of us."

"Fireproof?" Duke wanted to deny it, but it would explain his luck. He hesitated. "I was born the day after the one you're talking about."

"That can't be right... Are you sure?"

"Am I sure I know when my birthday is? Yes, I'm sure. Why wouldn't I be? It's on all of my records."

"Records can be altered," Ella said gently.

"Why would someone alter my records? My mother wouldn't allow that."

"There was a man who tried to purchase all of us from our parents. Have you ever heard of the Umbrella Academy? The man who ran it was the one who approached our mothers," Roger explained.

"Perhaps your mother feared for your safety after he approached her and changed your records so she could hide you," Ella suggested.

He wanted to argue... But it made sense. His mother had always insisted he keep the fact that fire seemed to leave him alone a secret. She was afraid of something. "You said this is about saving people?"

"It's about saving everyone," Roger said.

Duke nodded. "I'm in. Give me a minute." He walked over to the chief.

"What's going on?" The chief asked knowingly.

"I need to take some personal time, Chief," Duke said.

"Is everything okay?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"You never take personal time. Go ahead and just call me when you're ready to return."

"Thanks, Chief."

"You've earned it. I hope everything works out alright."

"Me, too..." Duke mumbled. He headed back to Roger and Ella. "Alright," he said. "I'm ready to go."

DIEGO

He kept flipping a knife in mid-air and catching it, trying to center himself as Klaus rambled.

"So, basically, you're saying the apocalypse wasn't stopped... It just moved to another day?" Diego asked.

"Apparently," Klaus replied.

"No," Five said firmly. "That's not possible."

"Are you calling Ben a liar, Five? Not cool," Klaus said.

"I don't understand," Vanya said softly. "I thought that I caused the end of the world."

"Apparently, there are other apocalypses... Apocali? No, the first one's better," Klaus decided aloud. "Anyway, the point is, our work's not done yet."

"Bullshit!" Five said, stabbing a knife into the kitchen table.

"Coffee, Dear?" Their mother pleasantly asked in response. Diego was thrilled to have her back, but that response probably wasn't helpful. Number Five was keyed up enough without adding more caffeine into him.

"No... Actually, yes. If we have to stop another fucking apocalypse, then I need more Goddamn coffee," Five said, finally giving in to the inevitable truth.

"How does it happen?" Allison asked softly.

"When does it happen?" Luther added. Apparently, Five believing Klaus was enough to convince the others.

"I don't know, and I don't know," Klaus replied casually.

"Seriously? That's all you've got?" Diego asked.

"That's all they gave me," Klaus said with a shrug. "Blame them."

"I thought it was just Ben?" Vanya asked.

"Never mind that," Klaus said quickly. "Anyway, I'm ready for a nap! Wake me up when you guys have a plan... Or don't." He waved goodbye as he walked away.

"Do you think he's right?" Allison asked.

"I do," Diego said. He could see the grief in his brother's eyes. It hadn't just been Ben who visited him. That pain only showed when Klaus thought about Dave too much, and if Dave had come to him, this was serious.

"So what's the plan?" Vanya asked Luther.

"Five? Any suggestions?" Luther asked.

"I did all the work last time. It's someone else's turn," Five said. "If you'll excuse me, I'm taking Dolores to the beach." He marched up to his room, presumably to get Dolores. Maybe it was weird that his brother was in love with a mannequin, but hey, to each his own, right?

"Do you think he'll be okay?" Vanya asked with concern.

"It's Five," Diego replied. "He's always okay in the end." He hoped that would be true. For decades, Number Five's only mission was to stop the apocalypse. Now that he'd succeeded, another one was coming. That would mess anyone up in the head. Diego sighed and began playing with his knife again.

JEANIE

She'd been wearing a mask and playing superhero ever since she'd been ten. Jeanie Kwak was an expert at this now. She started her playlist, which included everything from rock to rap to K-pop, and watched from a rooftop for the right moment to spring into action.

In a city like New York, there were plenty of opportunities to save the day. Jeanie had no shortage of jobs. Although she took actual paying bodyguard gigs to keep up with her bills, she frequently sped in to the rescue when she saw trouble, especially when she was bored. Today was one of those days.

Two men with guns walked into the bank she was watching. Jeanie grinned, speeding down to the ground and waiting for signs of trouble. The men did not disappoint, firing their guns into the air. Jeanie rushed inside, a blur of purple, and moved the bullets away from anyone they might have hit before knocking both robbers onto their backs. She grinned as the bank filled with applause and slowed down long enough to take a bow before tying the men up. Jeanie was a former Girl Scout and she tied a hell of a knot. The police arrived and found they had nothing to do except load the restrained robbers into their car as Jeanie watched, hidden by shadows.

"That's a heck of a talent you've got there," a man said, causing Jeanie to remove her headphones.

Jeanie spun around and saw two men and a woman watching her. "I do my best," she said cheerfully.

"As do we," the second man said. "My name is Roger. This is Ella, and that's Duke. We share a birthday with you."

She grinned. "Sweet! We can throw a killer party! I'm the Purple Panic," she replied.

"Do you have a real name?" Roger asked.

"I don't generally share that with strangers. This is New York, after all."

"We have powers, too," Ella said. She held her hands out, creating a dancing white light in them.

"Cool!" Jeanie proclaimed.

"We need your help, Purple," Roger said. "The apocalypse is coming... I had a vision, and in it, you were helping us. I believe we can stop it, together."

Jeanie grinned. "You had me at apocalypse," she said. Now this sounded like an adventure! "And, since we're going to be working together... I'm Andrea Jean Kwak, but everyone calls me Jeanie. It's nice to meet you guys! What happens next?"

"You say goodbye to anyone you need to," Roger replied.

"I don't have anyone to say goodbye to. I'm on my own, so I'm good to go."

"Do you have to notify your boss or anything?" Duke asked.

"Oh yeah! Let me take care of that... Hey, Jeanie? Yes, Jeanie? Can I have some time off? Absolutely not! How dare you ask such a thing?! The nerve!" She paused before laughing at the confused expressions on their faces. "I run my own business, working as a bodyguard for hire. Stopping the apocalypse takes priority over protecting a couple of rich idiots. I'll text them later."

"Good," Roger said. "Let's go."

"Where to, Boss Man?"

He closed his eyes before saying, "The Umbrella Academy."

"Seriously? Cool!" Jeanie declared. "I've always wanted to see that place. My mom warned me away from the guy running it, but he's dead now, so why not cross it off my bucket list?"

"Why are we going there?" Ella asked.

"Because we need help. The four of us can't do this on our own, but they've trained all their lives for this. I believe they can help us," Roger replied.

Ella frowned slightly. "I don't know," she said. "My mother did not trust Reginald Hargreeves."

"Neither did mine, but Roger's right. More help can't be a bad thing," Jeanie said. "Come on, Ella..."

Ella continued to hesitate. "You already came all this way," Duke pointed out.

Ella sighed. "Very well... But the moment I sense things are going wrong, I am leaving that place."

Jeanie grinned, linking her arm through Ella's. "Alright, New Friends... Let's go kick some ass!" She declared. This was going to be fun...

ALLISON

She was going to lose her mind watching Luther pace back and forth. Finally, she snapped, "Stop doing that!"

Luther looked at her in surprise. "I'm sorry, Allison," he said softly. "I'm just trying to figure out what to do... I mean, Klaus apparently decided telling us about this was enough responsibility for him, and Five bowed out on us..."

"Number Five's just got a lot to deal with. He needs time, but he'll come around. This isn't easy for him."

"This isn't easy for any of us!"

"Hey, who exactly are you using that tone with?" Allison demanded. "I haven't done anything to deserve that."

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Allie... I'm just... frustrated."

She nearly made a dirty joke about that, but stopped herself. Luther wasn't okay. She touched his shoulder gently. "Hey... You're not in this alone, Luther. You've got all of us."

"All of you? Klaus is useless, Five's gone on strike, Diego's being a jerk as usual, and Vanya can't help."

"Um, I think Vanya proved she's more than capable of helping when we stopped the first apocalypse." She put her hands on her hips and gave him a look that said to be careful what he said next.

"She can't always control it. She's dangerous."

"She's our sister, and you calling Diego a jerk is sort of pot and kettle with how you're acting right now." She shook her head.

"Allie-"

"Don't you 'Allie' me! Call me when you get over yourself and stop treating Vanya like she's a freak you have to lock away instead of our sister. I refuse to deal with you right now." She stormed off to her bedroom, feeling like a teenager again.

Throwing herself down on her bed in frustration, Allison cried out, "Why must he always be such an asshole?" She was beyond sick of dealing with Luther's crap. At the same time, however, she loved him deeply. She always would. Even if, right now, she wanted to smack the shit out of him.

Ugh... I hate that I love you, she thought with a sigh. All she wanted was to see her daughter again and stay the hell away from men in general. Was that asking so much? She'd be so much better off.

"Too bad I couldn't rumor myself into being a lesbian," she said with a laugh. She shook her head and sat up, deciding she needed to stop acting like a teenager. She was better than this, and she refused to let Luther, or anyone else, turn her back into that girl.

LUTHER

He was pacing again. "Would you like a snack, Luther?" His mother asked.

He was actually kind of hungry. "Sure... Thanks, Mom," he said.

"Of course." She hurried off to the kitchen to make him something to eat. He continued pacing until she returned with a ham and cheese sandwich and some milk. Luther smiled at her and took it gratefully.

"What's troubling you, sweetheart?" His mother asked knowingly. She might be a robot, but she was more human than half of the people he knew.

"I'm just... Worried," he admitted.

"Because of the new apocalypse?"

"Yes." He sighed. "I wish Dad were here... He made me feel like I could do anything if I just tried hard enough."

"You can, Luther. You don't fail when it counts."

"I'm not so sure about that, Mom."

She smiled at him encouragingly. "I like to think that my faith in you all helped you believe in yourselves, too," she said.

He returned her smile a bit sadly. "It did. You always knew what to say to make us feel better."

"Then listen to me now. You already stopped one apocalypse. You'll stop this one, too." She gave him a hug, instantly calming him down.

"Thank you, Mom."

"This is why I'm here, sweetheart." She released him. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, I'm okay," he promised her.

"Very well." She flashed him another smile before walking away.

Luther didn't start pacing again. Instead, he focused on what she'd said. He always had to be the strong one, the leader of the family, but not around their mother. She was the only one besides Allison he could be vulnerable around, and he even tried not to break down around Allison.

"I love you, Mom," he said softly, knowing she heard him. He knew they'd figure out how to stop this... They just needed a little bit of time.

THE NEXT NIGHT.

VANYA

They were no closer to figuring things out. Vanya wasn't sure how much more she could take. Maybe it was time to go back to her apartment...

The doorbell rang. With a frown, she headed toward the front door. Four people she had never seen before stood on the other side. "May I help you?" She asked politely as she opened the door slightly.

"This is the Umbrella Academy, correct?" One of the men asked.

"It used to be," Vanya answered cautiously.

"Excellent. We need to speak with you and your family."

"I'm sorry... Who are you?" Vanya asked.

"He's Roger. I'm Jeanie. And that's Ella and Duke," a girl said cheerfully. "Can we come in now? It's raining."

Vanya hesitated. "I'm sorry, but-" she began.

"Vanya? Who's at the door?" Luther asked suspiciously.

"I don't know," Vanya replied.

"Stranger Danger!" Klaus declared.

"We're not strangers... We're like you," Roger said.

Luther now stood behind Vanya with Klaus. "We've heard that before," he said, even more suspicious now.

"Luther, chill out," Allison said from the stairs. She joined them. "You say you're like us. What do you mean?"

"We're part of the forty-three," Roger replied.

"You know, someone else who shared our birthday tried to get involved with us. He didn't have any powers, but he did seduce our sister to the dark side, and I am not eager to repeat that," Luther said firmly.

Vanya shrank slightly at his harsh words. She'd done so much to prove she wasn't evil and that she could control her powers, but Luther still refused to fully trust her. "Lay off of her, Luth," Klaus said, wrapping a friendly arm around Vanya's shoulders.

"I'm not trying to attack her," Luther said. "I'm just worried that these people may not be who they claim they are."

"We have powers," Jeanie said eagerly. She then turned into a purple blur as she ran in circles around them impossibly fast.

"Nice!" Klaus declared with a laugh.

"Okay," Diego said, emerging from where he'd apparently been hiding. "She's got powers... Can the rest of you prove it?"

Ella, who still hasn't spoken, suddenly cast a bright light from her hands. It filled the house, making it brighter than it had ever been. After a minute, she pulled the light back. "Shit... That was impressive," Diego admitted.

"I'm new to this whole thing," Duke said. "But I'm apparently fireproof."

"Oooh! Let's see if that's true!" Klaus suggested. He grabbed a book of matches out of his pocket and was about to light one.

"Klaus! No," Diego scolded him.

Klaus pouted. "You guys never let me have any fun," he mumbled.

"Okay, we'll leave that one alone for now," Luther said. "What about you?" He asked Roger with a hint of a threat in his tone.

Roger looked Luther in the eye, not backing down, and Vanya knew she was in the presence of two Alpha males. This could end badly. "I'm a seer. I can also track the other children who were born with us. That's how I found this place," he said.

"You should have googled it," Klaus said. "It's a lot easier."

"Why are you here?" Allison asked cautiously.

"I had a vision... The world was destroyed, and everyone was dead except for the four of us," Roger said.

Vanya felt a chill run down her spine. "Everyone?" She asked in a soft voice.

"Everyone," Roger confirmed. "I believe we survived because we are the ones who are meant to stop it... But I also believe that we need your help to pull it off. You weren't in my vision, but it was raining... I think that may have been a symbol for the Umbrella Academy."

"That sounds like a reach," Diego said.

"I think it makes perfect sense," Klaus said casually.

"Of course you do... But no one asked you," Diego replied.

"Well, Ben says we should trust them! I, for one, plan to listen to him."

Vanya couldn't hear the dead, but she knew Ben was probably replying sarcastically with something along the lines of, that's a first.

"Do we have guests?" Their mother asked cheerfully as she joined them.

"No," Luther said.

"Yes," Vanya said at the same time.

"Vanya-" Luther warned her.

"I think we need to get to the bottom of this, Luther. We can't do that if we just kick them out."

He frowned. "She's right," Allison said.

"Look at it this way," Diego said lightly. "If they turn out to be bad guys, we can just hand them off to Number Five. They'll never be seen again."

"Come on in," their mother told Roger, Ella, Duke, and Jeanie. "I'll make some dinner for everyone. It's so nice to have guests!" She walked away humming to herself.

"Who's that?" Duke asked.

"Our mother," Vanya said. "It's late. I'll help you get set up in guest rooms and then bring you to the dining area."

"Guest rooms? Vanya-" Luther objected.

"Its the best we can do for now," Vanya insisted.

"Yeah, unless you want to put them up in your room," Diego added.

Vanya led them upstairs. "I hope you don't mind sharing for the night... Until we know what we're doing?" She asked.

"I'm fine with it,' Jeanie said with a shrug. "Ella?"

"I... I suppose," Ella replied nervously.

"The girls can stay in this room," Vanya said. "And the boys can stay in the one next to it."

"I'll sleep on the floor," Duke offered. "I don't mind."

"Nonsense," Roger replied. "I don't require much sleep."

"We have a couple of cots. None of you has to take the floor," Vanya said. "I'll have Pogo bring them up for you."

"Pogo?" Jeanie asked.

"Our butler," Vanya explained. "The dining area is downstairs. Follow me." She led them down there on autopilot, not really sure what she was doing. They may be strangers, but they had come to help. She genuinely believed that... And it seemed like they might need all the help they could get. She sighed and thought, here we go again.

A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter! I love and appreciate any reviews.. I hope you're enjoying the story. I'll update soon.