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Unnumbered Future Selves

(The Umbrella Academy Fanfiction)

Down in Pogo's room, everyone had woken up but Vanya and Five. The rest of the adults were talking around the bed when Vanya started to wake up, although it was clear that she didn't want to.

Allison, who was still unable to talk, looked toward her sister as she woke up. Vanya looked at her, and gave her a weary smile - remembering the look of her sister's face when she watched Vanya perform. Then Vanya looked at Diego and Klaus, she avoided looking at Luther then she saw Five still lying down next to her.

"Five" said Vanya, getting worried. The boy still looked a bit pale but he seemed to be breathing calmly and merely looked like he was asleep.

"Hello Miss Vanya" Pogo said, walking into the room with six glasses of water. He passed them around, and placed Five's glass onto the table. Vanya couldn't help but think that Five would've preferred a cup of coffee. Vanya, remembering what she did to Pogo, avoiding looking at him in shame. She just remembered being so angry .

"Your father would prefer that you all go upstairs once you've finished your water" he said, "Five can stay here until he wakes up. Your father is not expecting him to wake up anytime soon."

The adults finished their water and slowly made their way upstairs. Diego smiled upon seeing Grace, who was standing in the living area waiting for them.

"Look at how you've all grown. I'm so proud of you" she said, slowly fixing their clothes. She patted Luther's giant coat, pulled at Diego's armour like clothes and fixed his knife holsters, looked at Allison's bandaging (it was so good it seemed like her future self was the one to do it), patted Klaus's head and smiled at Vanya, who looked like she was about to fall asleep. She couldn't see Ben, but she knew he was around somewhere, and the robot was aware that Five was still asleep.

Their father came around the corner and nodded at them. They just stared at him as he raised a whistle and blew on it - calling their younger selves down for a meeting.

Number one looked up from he was reading a book on his bed. He frowned at the noise of the whistle and stood up, quickly glancing at the clock on his bed. It was too early for lunch and father had told them that training had been cancelled for the day. Still, like the loyal son he is, number one made his way downstairs.

Number two glanced at his dart board that his brothers had made him and then made his way downstairs. Father did changed his mind often about training.

Number three looked up from a magazine, and carefully placed it on her bed and left her room, carefully closing her door so none of siblings would go in.

Number four and Ben looked at each other on Klaus' bed.

"Seems that we are about to meet our future selves" said Number four as he stood up. Ben appeared beside him and the two of them heading to meet their future.

Number seven packed away her violin and placed it under her bed before going downstairs to see if her father needed her for this.

The children stood in shock, staring at their adult versions who were staring at them wearingly.

Number One stared at Luther. He seemed much bigger that what he thought he would become, no matter how strong he is.

Number Two stared at Diego. He liked what he saw.

Number Three rubbed her throat, eyeing the bandage on Allison's throat. Did that mean she couldn't talk?

Number Four looked his older self, boy did he looked like a healthyish man. Klaus stared at himself, he was starting to look a little like crap.

There were two spaces, which the children had found themselves unconsciously leaving for number five and six. This left number Seven on her own. However, Vanya was standing right next to Klaus so number Seven found herself slowly standing to move closer to her siblings so that she can look at her elder self.

She found that her older self seemed more confident yet still shy. Standing proud in her white suit yet her hair still covering her face - hiding her eyes from the children and their father.

Mr Hargreeves walked down the corridor his two sets of children made while Pogo and Grace stood at the stairs.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked his younger children, "they are your future selves. Speak!"

"I can't talk?" whispered Three, still rubbing her throat. Allison shook her head.

"Yes, that is to become a problem" said Reginald. Allison lowered her head in shame.

"Hey, hang on" shouted Klaus.

"Yes, now I know that is number Four, no mistake there" sighed Reginald, having hoped that Number Four would've matured and stopped talking back but, as the father stared at his older son in his tattered clothes he knew that the children would turn out to be a complete and utter failure.

The world will end after all.

He continued to walked up and down the future Umbrella Academy (and number Seven) and he found himself disappointed.

"Where is Number Five?" he asked the group. They glared at him while the children gasped, thinking their father had gone mad.

"Yeah" said a male voice, and everyone turned to find themselves being surronded by around twenty men in high combat uniform, holding guns aimed toward the groups, the leader obviously having been the one who talked, "was wondering that myself."

The children, although confused beyond compare, ready themselves for a fight while Number Seven ran into the arms of Grace - who was designed to protect her when invaders came into the house.

"Stop" said Reginald, and the children relaxed into their soldier positions, "this is a issue for the future." He glared at his older children, who were all glaring at the men - knowing that they were here for an exhausted five.

They readied themselves into battle positions just as a butter knife appeared in the unprotected forehead of the leader - aimed true and perfect.