After binge watching the Umbrella Academy twice in the last 9 days, I had to write something. The first day is set in episode 3 with the van scene, the second day is one I made up. Although it has bits from the script in it (full credit to the writers) there are no spoilers.
Hours upon hours of watching and waiting for any sign of life to disappear into MeriTech was starting to wear on him. Five arched his shoulders in an attempt to crack the stiffness out of his back then settled back down into the driver's seat, bracing his elbow on the door below the window. He pulled his wrist up to sniffle wetly into his sleeve and grimaced as he swallowed at the ache in his throat. Now was really not the time to get sick, he knew that.
He also knew that the headache he was sporting now wasn't only brought on by the time travel. It hurt to hold his eyes up straight ahead, so he settled for leaning his head back against the window feeling the cool glass on his skin and allowing his gaze the flow under his dark lashes.
Beginning to zone out and almost tipping towards the threat of sleep, he observes as a group of kids his age, well he would appear to be their age, walk in front of the van. He hated to admit it, he had a far greater purpose than partaking in immature and juvenile activities, but he was jealous that he missed out on the rest of his childhood. Well his childhood in general.
Pain spiked in his head and he drew his eyes away closing them tightly. When he opened his eyes again, he could no longer see the street. Buildings had toppled over their rubble spilling over the roads and pavements. Fires around him intensified the heat of his fever. That must be it, he couldn't be back. It was just some kind of fever dream. But he didn't think he was that sick.
Maybe the Handler found him a brought him back here as a punishment for escaping her. He turned around his breath grating rapidly through his chest in panic, but he couldn't see her, he couldn't see anyone. Panic consumed him and he started to yell something out before a faint voice called something to him, drawing him back.
Gasping in a breath, the smoke of the apocalypse clearing away, 'Five?' he turned to Luther calling his name from outside, knocking on the door. Five withdrew his gaze and looked straight ahead rapidly trying to compose himself as his brother struggled to fit into the car.
'You okay?' Luther asked as he leant back in the too small seat.
'You shouldn't be here' Five snarled, he needed to be alone for this. 'How did you find me?'
Five follows Luther's eyes to the rear-view mirror seeing Klaus's reflection dancing in the back of the van with Delores. 'Hey guys a little privacy, we're already hitting it off back here' Klaus whines before dodging the empty coffee cup Five throws at him.
'Get out! You can't be here, I'm in the middle of something!' he wouldn't have missed if his head didn't hurt so badly.
Klaus ignores him as he comes up to kneel behind his brothers. 'Any luck finding your one-eyed man?'
'What's he talking about?' Luther interrupts shooting Five a confused look.
'Doesn't matter it's Klaus' Five dismisses before sighing and continuing, 'what do you want Luther?' He just wanted to get back to focusing on the job rather than having his brothers bugging him.
'Uh, so Grace may have had something to do with Dad's death. So, I need you to come back to the Academy' Luther explains. 'It's important.'
'It's important' Five repeats in a mocking tone, 'you have no concept of what's important.'
Five zones out looking out through the window at passing cars thinking about how inconvenient this situation is. It's only when Luther mentions that Klaus should leave the van that Five returns to the conversation. 'Luther's got a point you can get out' Five affirms much to his brother's annoyance.
'Fine!' Klaus shouts as he slams the door and wonders off.
'What are you up to Five?' Luther demands looking back to his brother in the driver's seat.
'Believe me you wouldn't understand' Five discards quickly.
'Try me. Last time I checked I was still the leader of this family'. Only because dad assigned you to it Five thought in response.
'Well last time I checked, I'm 28 years older than you' Five defends, allowing a patronising tone seep into his voice.
'You know what your problem is?' Luther challenges.
'I'm really hoping you'll tell me' Five says bitterly his voice dripping with sarcasm, forcing a smile on his face.
'You think you're better than us. You always have. Even when we were kids.' The pauses between Luther's sentences put Five on edge. 'But the truth is you're just as messed up as the rest of us. We're all you have. And you know it.'
'I don't think I'm better than you are, I know I am' Five upholds.
Luther huffs and smiles shaking his head to himself. If only he could see the things Five had done, then he'd understand.
'I've done unimaginable things, things that you couldn't even comprehend' Five begins.
'Right' Luther passes over.
'Just to get back and save you all' Five finishes in time for Klaus to run out of the store arms full of his stolen goods.
'Hey bitches!' he yells at them as he runs across the street.
'I'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision' Five wanted to blame it on him not feeling well, but he knew even then he and Luther should have known it was a terrible idea to leave Klaus unsupervised.
The boots Allison wore echoed every step as she passed throughout the lounge. She hadn't expected a quick trip, especially not with Klaus involved, but she had thought that they'd have brought Five back sooner.
She let out a sigh of relief when she heard the main door open and a group of footsteps making their way through the hallway. Hurrying out through the doorway she made her way towards the base of the stairs to greet them.
'HaRIsshoo!' a harsh sneeze sounds from around the corner where she can't see.
'Bless you' she condemns as Luther steps into view.
'That wasn't me' he states simply as Five appears from behind him, nose still buried in the crook of his arm.
Allison draws her head back, eyebrows lifting in surprise. How could a sound so strong come from something so small? She has to remind herself that he isn't actually 13 anymore. But he looks so small now with his reddish nose and unnaturally slumped posture.
Luther catches her looking at Five in concern and returns her with a knowing look of his own. 'Everyone else is in the lounge' she says without thinking, her eyes still looking into Luther's. She's vaguely aware of Klaus muttering that he needs a drink and brushing past them toward the bar.
'I'm going upstairs to do more calculations' Five mumbles, not looking at either of the glances his brother and sister are giving him, before heading slowly up the stairs.
Allison looks back at Luther as he watches Five disappear. By the way he doesn't object to his leaving she assumes he doesn't mind his sudden absence.
Luther knew that Five wasn't keen on attending the meeting anyway and that it's probably best to leave him alone if he's getting sick. He could be irritable even when he was healthy.