The miraculous birth of 43 children all over the world. Special in that their mothers were not pregnant when the day began. Billionaire Hargreeves had gotten 7. But 2 years after the special children's birth, another was brought to the Umbrella Academy. A mother who had been in search of the billionaire, wanted to take up his offer in hope that she wasn't two yesrs too late.

"I can't understand her! Please just take her. You came to me before and I was wrong to refuse. She was a miracle and my daughter. But now... I'm not sure what she is. She's...special..."

The frowning older man looked down at the child standing beside her mother in question. Her eyes held question too. Whether or not she was simply copying his expression he was unsure. Her eyes though, they showed understanding and sadness. As if she knew exactly what her mother was saying and what was about to happen.

"I want 2 million for her."

Hargreeves now looked atthe mother and nodded,

"We have a deal then. Leave her with me and your address and name. The money will be sent within a weeks time."

The little girl held who had been holdong her mother's hand suddenly squeezed her mother's hand in fear,

"Mama...?"

The mother looked down at the pleading eyes of her daughter and her tough facade vanished. Tears came to the mother's eyes and she bent to her daughters to height,

"It's for the best sweetie. Mama can't keep you safe and Mama can't help you. Be a good girl for me."

Pulling her hand suddenly from her daighter, the mither handed a card to Mr. Hargreeves and whisked herself out of the office. That was the last time Number 8 saw her mother.

Taking the awaiting hand of the older man, she let herself be led out of his office and into the main hall where children her age were gathered at the staircase with their respective nannies. All of them staring at her.

"Children, this is your newest sibling Number 8. Number 8, this is your new family."

As the years passed, Number 8 found company with Number 4 and Number 6. She used to play with Number 7, but Father said that she got sick. Mom took great care of them though, so she wondered how her favorite sister got sick. Mom also gave them names. Naming Number 8 Sophia Hargreeves.

Allison and Luther always found a way to have free time with each other, so she was much closer to her other siblings. Especially Ben. He is witty, quiet most of the time, and the most understanding. Klaus is one of her favorite brothers. Deigo being the most protective of her. Luther tried to okay big brother to everyone, but it always felt suffocating. Vanya was always quiet and on her own. But Sophia new better.

"What are you doing here so late Sophia?"

Ben whispered as he suddenly awoke one night to another person in his bed. He smelled her shampoo and knew who it was. That didn't cease his confusion though. She lay on his left bicep and was facing him.

"Shh, my room is cold and you room is the closest."

Ben didn't want to complain, but they are 14 year old teenagers, not little kids anymore.

"What if dad-"

"He won't if you shut up."

Wrapping an arm around Bens torso, Sophia lay in personal proximity to Ben. His heart beat loud for a moment as his body began to heat up. Swallowing hard and calming down, he made sure his blanket covered Sophia completely before resting his left hand on her shoulder to keep her securely close. Warmth settled between the two of them. Ben found comfort in this embrace having only read about it in books and what it entails. Hope flooded his heart. Hope that maybe there was something good to come from being a part of Umbrella Academy.

16 years old

This is the first time I have ever seen her cry and it hurts because it is my fault. I got hurt in our last mission. A mission I was originally supposed to do with her, but Father decided that it would be best to go with Deigo and Luther instead. The three of us came back bleeding and with a victory. Seeing Sophia's face go from agitation from not being able to go on the mission to intense worry was unsettling. But what scared me most was her voice after seeing us.

"What happened?"She was seething at first. She yelled at Dad for not sending us all out.

"How could you expect them to come back not hurt when it was only 3?! You can't play with their lives, our lives, so senselessly when you know that we work best as a team!"

That's when I had to step in,

"Sophia, help me get patched up."

Her gaze cut to me sharply and I was cut by the intensity. She said nothing else but lead me to my room. Her back was all I could see till we got into my room. Tears were in her eyes but she seemed to refuse to let them fall. Not until I was bandaged up. Then her blank faced crumbled and she started to cry in front of me.

"I'm okay Sophia. See, I'm not really bleeding anymore."

Her head restd in her hands as she shakes her head. Stiffly, I go to her side and hug her. I'm not sure what to do. Then, she looks at me and I can't understand the expression in her eyes. I've seen it since we were 14. I didn't understand until she leaned in and I began to do the same. The warmth between us is now a pull to each other. It felt like a mutual emotion spread through us as our lips met in embrace for the first time. It felt like magic and butterflies all at once.

Time must've went by fast, when we separted the sky was a darker shade of blue. Her eyes said what the kiss displayed. Love. And how could I not feel the same way?