Title: Something Familiar

Summary: Vanya came home to find a man she didn't know sitting by her dinner table with a gun in his hand. Five and Vanya, M

Disclaimer: I don't own the Umbrella Academy, and I am just as shocked by this as you are.


Vanya dragged her feet through those last steps toward her apartment door. She had one of the worst days at work where it felt like every single one of her music note was out of tune. With how many times her leader stopped the practice to correct or shout at her it probably was.

She was on the bridge of getting a headache.

She just wanted to go home and take a nice long bath maybe even fall a bit asleep in it until she would feel warm and at least somewhat better. Afterwards she would hit the bed. She would most likely stay there until Monday.

After she unlocked the door she walked inside. Not giving a second glance at her empty apartment, she pulled down her shoes by the door instead of inside her bedroom. They weren't heels or anything uncomfortable but in that moment she wanted nothing more than to get them off and free her feet.

She let out a low sigh of relief upon pulling them down before she started to unbutton her jacket and hang it loosely on the hanger by the door.

Not bothering with her violin case in that moment and just wanting to have her bath, Vanya unbuttoned her jeans next and pulled them down in the middle of the living room. She should put them into the laundry anyway.

Inside her room, she unbuttoned her shirt wondering if she should order something for dinner or skip it. She didn't have the mood for food anyway. She felt too down by what happened that day.

Maybe a bath would do just fine.

She realized she forgot to open her window as she usually did for a couple of moments every day she came home.

Once out of her bedroom, she noted that the air was weirdly fresh in the apartment like the window had been open not so long ago. It took her almost half the walk from her bedroom to the window for her to finally notice something.

She gasped taking a step back as she realized there was a stranger sitting by her dining table looking at her with a gun in his hand.

Her whole body shook in fear as she came to the realization that there was a man with a gun in her apartment while she was walking around in panties and an opened shirt. As much as she felt paralyzed on the spot with him holding the gun pointing right at her, she had an irrational urge to cover herself. What did it matter that she was standing there in her favourite silly green panties with brown bunnies?

There is a guy with a gun in my apartment!

Swallowing she tore her eyes from the gun and looked at the man. He had dark hair and there was a shadow of anger over his face as his eyes were piercing into her. It caused her heart which was already running miles a minute to stop as she never had anyone look at her with such furry as this man did now. Not even her siblings when she published the book, even Diego who full on told her he hated her and wished she was dead…maybe someone decided to make his wish come true.

Just as the initial shock wore off, and she was ready to scream he spoke in a voice which froze her to the core, 'Scream, and I will shoot you right now.'

She stood as still as possible while sealing her lips together.

Alright no screaming then.

It was insane. This was not happening. There was in no way a man with a gun in her house threatening to shot her. Just no! She woke up, went to work and came from work. Her life was the equivalent of boring, so there was no way, no reason for her dull routines to be suddenly cut so violently by this event.

She licked her lips.

Alright, she needed to calm down. Calm down and figure out the situation. She was still standing. She was still standing with her panties on display but that was not the point. She was still alive, and if he wanted to kill her, he would have, he could have, but he didn't.

'I-I…I don't have anything to take just some money and credit cards in my purse…,' she said but the man kept on looking at her with such rage she wanted and yet couldn't look away or continue to speak.

It's okay. It's going to be okay.

She didn't believe herself but what else could she have said?

She forced her eyes finally away from his face. He was wearing a nice professional suit. In fact all his appearance spoke professional from the very strict way he had his hair to the way he was sitting on the chair. It almost made her want to straighten her back as well just because he looked so polished.

She must have been losing it for sure.

As ridiculous or maybe not at all ridiculous, her instant thought was.

A killer for hire

It made her stomach do a flip and all the blood to run from her face because if he was just a robber he would take what he wanted and go, but if he was an actual assassin he would kill her. No one sent assassins just to scare people. Then again who would send assassins on her?

Just as that thought started to spread into theories and ideas, the man stood up and rushed toward her.

For the first time since she saw him her instinct or survival mode kicked in, and she tried to run for it out of the apartment. Unfortunately for her, the man caught on to her in a matter of seconds before she even got her hand on the handle and slammed her against the door.

She let out a small sob both from the hard hit of her back and the back of her head against her wooden door and the gun which was now pressed directing against the side of her chin.

It was cold. She remembered how as a child her father would play them old broadcasts some which were of different types of guns and how after a shot was fired the head of the gun was hot. This one was cold, and even if it was impossible it was causing Vanya's inside to go cold as well despite her heart beating like crazy which should make her warm.

Vanya swallowed with her eyes on the gun while her vision was getting blurry from tears.

'Look,' she closed her eyes for a second trying to get over the wrecking fear which was making it hard to breath, 'I-I…don't know what you want.'

She opened her eyes to look at him again pushing the tears back. Maybe if he saw her as a human being he would feel remorse or something. Even with the gun pressed against her face, she knew the safety was still on. Perks of living with crime fighting heroes.

That thought made her wonder…

'But I'm not with the Umbrella Academy so whatever problem you have with them…'

She paused.

The moment she spoke of the Academy she caught his ice cold look in his eyes to shift into something. It was a second but she caught it, and when she did she couldn't look away.

She felt him press the gun to the point he would leave a bruise, but she couldn't look away noticing something for the first time as he was pressing her head against the door with the gun.

His eyes were green…

And they weren't just green, they were that special shade with sometimes made them look blue in a special light almost like the ocean during different times of the day.

She moved from the eyes to the rest of the face taking in all the corners of it, the cheekbones, the skin tone, the shape of his lips. There was something painfully familiar about the man's face. But what? Did she see him before? Where? Why did he look so angry and why did it upset her?

He shouldn't look at her like that…

Hello! He shouldn't be holding a gun to your chin either!

As if he caught onto her little observation, he grabbed her by the arm and spun her around causing her to hit the door with her chest. It hurt.

He kept one hand on her back holding her still while she felt the head of the gun pressed at the back of her head.

Who is this guy?

His hand moved over her back a bit lower as if looking for a weapon or something. The hell he was looking for when she was pantsless and in an unbutton shirt? Where would she hide anything like this?

'Tell me.'

His voice was just as firm as his hold on her and probably just as cold as his eyes, 'Are you a good person?'

She blinked confused. What kind of question was that? Why would he ask that of all the things? Good person?

'I…I don't know.'

She felt him suddenly move the hand which wasn't holding the gun to her shoulder squeezing it until it hurt as he snapped at her, 'How can you not know?'

Vanya felt a small stab of irritation at that which surprised her. Wasn't she like terrified a second ago? Where did all the fear go? Maybe it was easier without looking at the gun.

'Because I don't know, and you're pointing a gun at me,' she told him honestly. What did he expect? That she said yes, she was or no, she wasn't? Seriously, what kind of question was that?

'Fuck,' he cursed suddenly and spun her back toward him again slamming her against the door before he pressed his hand just under the end of the material of her bra between right in the middle of her body touching her naked skin with his hand keeping her in place.

His hands were cold and caused her to shiver before they moved lower causing her involuntarily to gasp just as he lowered his face closer to hers.

Damn, why was he so fucking tall?

His face was now inches away from hers. Where was the gun pressed she couldn't tell because all she could feel now was his breath on her face and his other hand now touching her stomach, 'You think this is a game?!'

If he moved the hand lower he would be reaching her panties, and if he moved it even lower…

She couldn't take her eyes of his. Why were they so painfully familiar?

'I don't know what this is. I don't even know what is going on here,' she told him hypnotized by his eyes.

Who are you?

His fingers tapped against her stomach now burning her. How come all that cold was melting away, burning now? Why? Was it normal to feel a bit aroused when you were standing face to face to a man with a gun?

A handsome as hell man…

Shut up brain! A man with a gun!

His fingers shifted again and she opened her mouth partly choking on her own gasp. In that moment she saw his green eyes fall to her lips.

It was like a lightning had struck through her mind. A sudden realization as a very fainted memory came from the deep hidden place inside her brain.

She remembered someone else with green eyes like that who looked down at her lips before he told her he would tell her something important after dinner and then…disappeared from her life forever.

…or so she thought.

With a sudden rush of anger she never felt before she shoved him away from her. It would have startled her but she was too shocked to desperate to know if she was right, 'Is it you?!'

His cold glare was replaced with something like shock while his whole face twisted in a look of despair.

'Oh my god! Five, it is you!' she called out and threw her arms around him pulling him as close as possible while she buried her face against his chest. He got so freaking tall. Of course, he got tall. Everyone but her was so tall all the damn time, but she couldn't care less in that moment.

He didn't hug her back, but she didn't even notice at that point. It was Five. All grown up but alive, well and standing in her apartment. He was safe.

He's safe.

She faintly heard something fall near her to the floor, but she didn't dwell on it, and just continued to hold on to him for dear life.

After what felt like an eternity she felt his fingers found themselves in her hair. He pushed her even closer toward him almost smothering her, but she didn't care at all. She just wanted to hold him until it would all suck in. Until it was clear he was back and here and with her.

'I missed you,' she said against his chest not sure if he heard her properly with how muffled it sounded.

She pressed her own hands tighter against his back to bring him closer while his other hand moved to her lower causing her to jerk a bit as his hand moved under her shirt.

As if in synch they jumped away from each other realizing their contact and the spark it caused to run through them. Vanya knew instantly he felt it too. Both of them looked shocked and shaken breathing hard while staring at one another.

She licked her lips again not letting her eyes leave his while he did the same. It was like another long moment had passed before all of which happened had come back to her.

She was standing there in her underwear and a shirt in front of him, still! She should probably button herself, but that would mean she would have to look away. She couldn't look away because if she did…if she did…if she did…she wasn't sure what would happen.

Her heart was beating so fast and her breathing was so shallow they were filling the whole room with their sound. She could see his chest moving a bit faster as well, but with her breathing being so loud she couldn't hear it.

Why was his gaze so hot? Why did it bring heat to her whole body when just a couple of moments ago she was cold as ice from fear? Why? How? How could he look at her like he wanted to rip her into piece one moment and now so intensely like he wanted…what? She couldn't tell…or maybe she could, but she couldn't say it? Couldn't even dare to put the thoughts? Couldn't bring herself to put those images circling her in head to form proper words to name what was going on between them in that moment?

She blinked. Did she blink before? She must have, no one could hold a gaze for that long, but it felt like it was the first time she did. The spell broke, and her eyes landed to the side where her ear heard a sound of something falling before.

The gun

It was lying on the floor where he must have dropped it when he hugged her back, a reminded of what he was doing before she recognize him.

Vanya shook her head not being able to process what it meant before Five launched himself at her pushing her against the stupid door again.

She tried to stop him pushing him the fuck off as their hands struggled before he pressed her against the door hard with one hand against her stomach and the other on her left wrist pushing it against the door next to head.

They were both breathing even harder now if it was even possible.

'Tell me,' he said again his breathing against her face making her stomach flip.

'Are you a good person?'

She closed her eyes shaking her head.

'Vanya!' he snapped sounding upset. Why that question? Why from all the things he could ask he asked that?

'I don't know?! Do you know? Are you a good person?! I don't fucking know. I don't understand,' she pushed at him with her body, he barely budged but the contact caused them bother to froze for a second as she felt something press against her stomach when she did that.

Her mouth went dry her eyes once again on his.

He let go of her wrist, but she kept it pressed against the door as he moved his hand to her neck. He took hold of it, not pressing, but the hold was enough to make her have an urge to press her legs together and rub them against each other. His hands were so big and his fingers long. She felt them on her neck and stomach as he moved them higher now all though her skin to her bra.

'Would you kill the world?' he asked and gripped her neck a bit before he released it again allowing her to speak. She felt on fire now. She went from cold as ice to literally burning.

'If you could,' he leaned closer to her face if that was even possible, his nose pressed against her own, his words against her lips as he spoke now, 'Would you end the world? Would you throw a tantrum so big it would end the world? Because you felt betrayed? Because you felt hurt? Because you thought you deserve revenge for every little thing which ever happened to you? Tell me, dearest Vanya.'

His hand rose to her chin releasing her neck and making her have to title her head back to be able to look at him, 'Would you end the world for that?'

She watched his eyes. His green, fucking green eyes which made her heart skip a beat every time she caught them looking at her when no one was looking. Those eyes which followed her around the room, when no one else even spared her a glance. Those eyes which made her think, hope, dream for a moment when they fell to her lips that he might feel the same before they disappeared on her for decades.

'Just kill me already,' she said and swallowed hard.

He frowned looking furious again with her answer before he pressed at her chin, 'Answer me!'

'I don't know! I don't know what you're saying!' she whispered upset while shaking she was so frustrated. She wanted to push him away or pull him even closer or…she didn't know, but she wanted this to make sense to anything about this to make sense to her.

He pressed his forehead against hers breathing, no, panting through his open mouth.

He growled, 'Vanya.'

'I wouldn't! No! I wouldn't but what kind of question is that? Would you end the world? Would you? After all you have been through, would you?' she snapped at him not even sure what she was saying at this point. She didn't understand.

She tried to push him away again. Her fingers were getting tangled in his suit clawing him while trying to push him away desperately at this point, but he wouldn't move staying firmly pressed against her as before if not more.

How? How can there be more?

Both of them were standing there, breathing with open mouths, eyes on each other. It felt like violence. It felt like they were being almost violent with each other, brutal as they were pushing each other against and away from one another, and he was so fucking tall it made her want to scream.

He pressed his abandon against her stomach, and the both of them froze in place with their hands on each other, their faces inches apart, and his member pressing against her stomach hard in his pants.

It was just then she realized how wet she felt from all of this.

He swallowed a bit and moved closer or maybe she did, she couldn't tell but the next moment, she felt his tongue lick her already wet from all the breathing and opened lips from the bottom to the top.

She gasped and nodded a tiny bit although she wasn't sure to what she was nodding before she felt his lips against her own barely touching, it was almost painful and cruel how slowly and barely they moved against one another as she was desperate for more. More what? More contact when they were already practically getting absorbed by one another?

Another soft pressed of the lips made her let out a whine like a little pup. They hadn't even close their eyes. Still looking at each other like they had to watch the other to be safe.

Come on! Come on just…do something!

The third kiss was a proper one, it was deep and rushed with teeth and tongue and it got her to throw her head even more against the wooden door moaning into Five's mouth. Finally. Finally it was more…

She wasn't sure what that more mean, but she wanted it. She needed it. She was burning with need for it.

Her finger released his suit jacket and moved to his buttons tearing at them like a wild animal not caring if she ripped any while his right hand moved over her body, the left returned to her neck holding her there.

It felt good. Gosh, it felt so good. Too good. But not enough…

She tried to pull his jacket down, but it got stuck on his arms as he continued to hold her and kiss her making her drunk on the feeling.

'Off,' she mumbled against his lips before he kissed her again ignoring her request.

She bit him causing him to groan and break the kiss before she snapped and tugged at his jacket again. 'Off!'

He squeezed her neck a bit hard both breathing hard while gazing at each other. Something dangerous move through his eyes, and for a moment she was sure he would tried to strangle her. Somehow it thrilled her, causing her to moan again just from the thought of alone.

He let her go completely taking a semi-step back while he threw his jacket away, his eyes never leaving hers. Making her unsure of who was the animal here. Unsure of who was the dangerous one around and who needed to watch his back.

His tie went off next, and her hand went to her face brushing it feeling how flushed she was, but not caring whatsoever.

He tried to reach for his shirt, but it was too much for her. She couldn't wait. She just needed more.

She jumped at him grabbing him by the collar, and pulling toward her almost making him bow with how low he needed to lean to kiss her even if she was on her toes meeting him half way. She never liked tall man. They made her feel small, and claustrophobic like they were towering over her. They looked too tall and too much all around her. They often made her feel unsafe and like she couldn't breathe. She didn't feel any of those things now. She didn't might Five being so tall, it thrilled her even more that he was.

His hands moved under her thighs, and he lifted her up causing her to yelp a bit startled. He parted her legs and pressed each one on either side of his waists while moving his lips to her neck with bity kisses which she was positive would leave marks, bite marks.

She threw her head back and if she wasn't getting consumed by his kisses and what they were evoking in her she would have noted that she was never this close to her ceiling before.

Her fingers moved through his hair before she pulled it. As much as it was doing to her, it wasn't enough.

'I need more,' she said breathlessly.

He didn't say anything, and she whined again, 'Five, I need more.'

They were suddenly on the ground.

She let out a startled sound again, as one moment she was in the air in his arms, and the next he did…she wasn't sure what, but now she was on the ground with him on top of her. Then again, she used to see it a million times that they would spar and someone would end up on their backs not like this those.

He pulled her shirt over her shoulder and then down which proved to be a bad move because she got her hand tangled in it not being able to move it while he continued to kiss her chest and collar bone and unbuttoning his shirt.

Five threw it to the side, and finally lifted her into his arms freeing her from the clothing before they locked their lips again pulling, and shoving at each other like animals on her cold floor which was a wonderful contrast to the heat of her skin whenever he touched her.

His hand went under her bra pulling her nipple between his index and middle finger making her cry out from the sudden move. He didn't stop purposely setting her on fire as he lifted her bra and sucked onto her not giving her a moment to breath as he let his other hand into her panties playing with her.

She never felt more alive. She never felt more awake as when he made her come and arch her back from her floor closer to him and his mouth on her body.

Vanya was left shaking thinking it was too much.

Too much…too much…

Not enough…

She needed more.

Her fingers dug into his shoulder and hair bringing his head to hers before she kissing him as roughly as she could making it almost filthy, but she didn't care, didn't mind. She just wanted more.

The hand on his shoulder left its position and went low to undo his pants.

When he groaned against her lips it was almost enough to make her come apart all over again before he leaned away making her miss him immediately.

He pulled down his pants and underwear and got on top of her where she already greeted him with open arms and spread legs. With one quick thrust he was inside her causing her toes to curl and a sharp breath to leave her throat.

He kissed her there with an opened mouth kiss calming her a bit down before he started to move. She was so wet for him, there was no resistance as he pushed himself into her, her own moves meeting him half way to create a rhythm as their moans and groans filled the silence.

'I…I…more…,' she moaned greedily into his ear.

He pulled out much to her displeasure and lifted her up again into his arms before he had her again pressed against that stupid wooden door of her. He secured her legs around his body as before while she let her hands rest on his shoulders for balance.

When he once again pushed himself against, her head hit the door hard from how good the new angle felt.

He paused for a moment uncovering her face from her hair. He didn't say anything just let those green eyes burn into hers as he started to move again creating a sensation inside her which was threatening to consume her alive, soon. Very soon.

When he hit a particular spot just right she cried out closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

Very soon…

'Look at me,' he said and put his hand on her throat again not choking it just keeping it there as reminded making her go wild from how good it felt to have it there.

She let one of her hand grip his shoulder while the other touched his face. She needed to…damn she needed to hold on to something, but she wasn't sure to what. Her fingers kept on straightening and curling over his skin but it wasn't enough.

As she bit her lower lip he dug his fingers into her mouth and pulled it out from under her teeth. He kissed her instantly and tried to hold on to the kiss while their hips rolled against each other against the wooden door.

The it became all too much and the sensation building up inside her came to its bittersweet end and the orgasm he gave her ripped her mind apart, tuning everything else around her off for a few blissful moments. It felt amazing. It felt so satisfying. Then again who was she kidding? She didn't have sex in long of course it felt satisfying or maybe they were just that good together.

When his legs jerked a bit followed by his own release, for a second she sobered up as she thought he would drop her or made them fall.

Her arms tightened around his neck and fear creeped into her mind as she saw in his own. However, he managed to keep them up without an incident and the moment they both realized it they chuckled.

It was like insane, but they just looked at each other realizing they didn't fall and chuckled laughing a bit still high on the feel of their orgasms.

Vanya licked her lips the laughter slowly dying and the two of them were just left to look at each other before he carefully placed her down.

Her eyes landed on the gun again which was now left forgotten on the floor.

This was surreal. Maybe she was dreaming.

Sex dreams never feel so good.

She looked back at him, 'Do you still want to shot me?'

He brushed her hair again gently which was in absolute contrast to how violent they were with each other a moment again, 'No.'

'Did you want to shot me?' she asked although she already knew the answer.

He nodded.

This was a weird discussion to have while they were naked after just having sex, but Vanya was too satisfied and at absolute peace from the orgasm to care or feel the distress she should.

'Yes. I thought about it all day while I was sitting here waiting for you, then the door opened, and I saw you,' his voice went softer at the end, and it made her feel something else entirely inside, not just the passion and heat from before, but something much tender and possibly more intense than lust.

He smirked.

God!

His smirked was the same and apparently it had the same effect on her as it did when they were growing up.

'It also didn't help that you started to strip down in front of me. Good tactic by the way,' he said sounding almost proud.

'Totally caught me off guard.'

She blushed if that was even possible after fucking against the door and literally still standing naked next to him, 'I didn't do it on purpose.'

'Might have fooled me,' he said and leaned down to kiss her again sparking another fire inside her.

When she opened her eyes she saw his gaze was different now, soft, just like it used to be when they were young. His whole face softened and looked so much younger than it was. Now he looked like himself. Exactly like himself which pained her a bit. What happened to him which made him look so furious before? So cold? So different?

She placed her hand against his cheek, 'Where did you go?'

'Not where,' he mumbled his voice so strange. He didn't look like the Five she remembered, he didn't sound like the Five she remembered, but he was. He really was inside still the Five she remembered.

'Before you left you wanted to tell me something,' she said in a whisper, 'What was it?'

It haunted her for years, mocking her that she thought she knew and yet not really. How could she know if he never told her? How did one just know?

'I wanted to tell you that I would try to time travel,' he said against her lips again, 'And when I would come back, I would take you whenever you wanted to go.'

She closed her eyes with a sad smile. Somehow she expected it, and yet it made her sad.

'Sounds nice.'

He kissed her forehead, 'I'm gonna tell you something, and I need you to listen to me to the very end and believe me, alright?'

She nodded all too quickly, but she really did mean it. He was Five and she was Seven. She always listened, and she always believed him.

He hugged her pressing her toward his chest again. They were both a bit sweaty and sticky and most of all naked in her living room, but she didn't really mind. She didn't really care. She let Five hold her for a couple of moments before he finally started to talk. Her idea for having a bath on hold for now.

On Monday there was a phone ringing in Vanya's apartment. Someone from her work was calling that she missed practice. No one answered. The apartment was left untouched except for the owner who was nowhere to be found, her violin case, and smallest travelling bag she owned.


Koniec


A.N: Yeah, so I did a thing. I have no words to explain myself. I thought about the concept of Five coming to shoot Vanya but changing his mind in the early stages of writing All the boys lost in time… but then I decided against it of course there it was mostly angsty and heartbreaking and in Five's POV then this happened. Oh well :) Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. If you want share a feedback.