-45 Years Ago-

Rachel had just arrived on the street for training with the Umbrella Academy kids when the front door burst open. A perturbed Five almost smacked her in the face with the front gate.

"Five!" the girl protested.

Rachel ran after him. Reaching out, she grabbed his jacket just as everything around her changed to be sunnier. The clothes on those around her were bright colors from an older time. She let go of the boy's jacket.

"Not ready my ass," Five murmured to himself.

"Oh my God," Rachel said, looking around," Did you just time travel?"

Five, who had been looking around in amazement registered that an interloper had come with him. He heaved a sigh at her.

"Evidently. Why are you here?"

"I don't know! I just grabbed your jacket and suddenly we were in a new time."

Five seemed to think for a moment before grabbing her hand.

"Let's see when else we can travel to."

Rachel shook her head.

"Let's go back. Your father always said time travel can be tricky and he told you not to."

"But it worked! Stop being a sissy."

With a push, they were now getting snowed on. Rachel shivered from the wind and snow pelting her. They walked forward a bit before Five pushed through his powers again. Rachel and Five reeled back as they were surrounded by rubble this time, as if a bomb had gone off and blown up everything around them. The surrounding area was still on fire from whatever happened. Ash descended from the sky, covering them and everything around them. The two looked back toward the Academy before running back. Five took off ahead of her, but she was able to keep behind him. They stopped as the Academy before them was disintegrated.

"Vanya!" Five called," Ben! Dad! Anyone!"

Rachel looked around, her breaths becoming shorter and shorter. Her hand was grabbed roughly as Five tried to push them back to the time they came from. For some reason, he was unable to get them back.

"Come on!" he shouted, in desperation.

It wasn't working no matter how hard he tried.

"Shit," he hissed.

He fell to his knees in front of the obliterated home. Rachel held herself in her arms, trying to fight the anxiety attack that was coming on. She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out what was going on around her. Yet she could still hear the crackling of flames and feel the ash brushing her face. The surrounding space was hot, uncomfortably so. She squatted down, hugging her knees.

"This isn't real," she whispered, tears leaking from her tightly shut eyes," This isn't-"

Her throat closed up on her and she began shuddering and sobbing, barely able to breathe. As she began gasping through the sobs, she felt arms around her. She was tugged to sit comfortably on the ground, her left leg resting fully against the ground. Opening her eyes, she could only see Five's white collared shirt and sweater vest.

"Breathe," he reminded her softly," You have to breathe. You aren't alone. I'll figure this out. You just need to breathe. I'm right here."

Rachel did her best to take shuddering breaths, leaning into Five's words of comfort. He'll figure it out. He'll take us back. She did her best to convince herself of these thoughts. After a few minutes, she was able to look up at Five. Unlike his usually smug self, his eyes held back tears and he looked just as scared as she felt. Feeling guilty for forcing him to focus on her, she hugged him. He didn't say anything as they sat on the ground in each other's arms, not sure of what to do.

-Present Day-

Vanya was going to ask them more questions when Luther leaned in through the door.

"Hey, we're…uh…going to send off Dad. Come to the courtyard."

The three followed him out. As it had started raining, umbrellas were passed around. Diego and Luther opted out, Klaus had a clear umbrella with a pink border, while everyone else had a black one. Luther carried the urn with Reginald Hargreeves' ashes. Grace, the robot mother of the Hargreeves, looked around at them as they stood outside.

"Did something happen?" she asked.

Most of the group frowned at her in concern. From Rachel's right, Klaus pulled out a cigarette to smoke.

"Dad died. Remember?" Allison reminded her.

"Oh," Grace's smile fell," Yes, of course."

"Is Mom okay?" Allison questioned Diego.

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge."

Pogo, the practically human monkey butler, came up to them at that point, having come from a side door. Rachel leaned toward Five.

"Should I really be here? This seems like it should just be for family."

"Like it matters," Five replies.

Klaus chuckled, having heard her.

"You were with us every day, so you're basically extended family. We certainly argued enough back in the day and you might have married Diego if Five hadn't whisked you away."

Rachel shook off the thought of what might have been if she hadn't gone into the future. She'd been down that road enough times in the past. Five glanced over at her with concern. She gave him a quick grin and shook her head.

"Whenever you're ready, dear boy," they heard Pogo tell Luther.

Number One carefully opened the urn and upturned it. The ashes fell into a pile in the middle of the courtyard. Rachel bit the corner of her lip as they all stared at the pile.

"Probably would've been better with some wind," Luther noted.

Rachel bit down harder to keep from smiling.

"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo asked.

There was a resounding silence. Sir Reginald Hargreeves had never been one of Rachel's favorite people. He'd never treated her as anything more than an addition to the ranks for crime-fighting. She as a person never interested him, but her given powers had. For that, she had no real affection for the man. Pogo looked around at all of them before nodding, understanding he would have to speak.

"Very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master…and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy—"

"He was a monster."

Everyone turned to Diego at his outburst. Klaus laughed, breathing a cloud of smoke into Rachel's face. She coughed slightly, waving it away.

"He was a bad person and a worse father," Diego continued," The world's better off without him."

"Diego," Allison admonished.

"My name is Number Two," he said, ignoring her," You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it."

Rachel scratched her cheek awkwardly. She had heard that they had all gotten their names only a year before she met them. From ages one to four, they had just been numbers. Five had clarified that it had never really bothered him, not truly feeling like his name was a rank. That was why he used it for his own identity. It was clearly a sore topic for some, if not all, of the others.

"Would anyone like something to eat?" Grace asked.

"No, it's okay, Mom," Vanya told her, kindly.

"Oh, okay."

"Look," Diego went on," You wanna pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was."

"You should stop talking now," Luther told his brother, stepping toward him.

The two glared at each other. Rachel inhaled deeply. Their relationship obviously got no better over the years. She wasn't sensing for emotions, but she knew they must feel exactly as it did in the past when they butt heads. Both boiling and burning, ready to burst. So much anger.

"You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One."

"I am warning you."

"After everything he did to you? He had to ship you a million miles away."

"Diego, stop talking."

"That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!"

And then punches were being thrown. Pogo tried to get them to stop, but when those two got fighting, nothing would stop them. The group all stepped back from the fight. Klaus put a hand in front of both Five and Rachel, as Five did the same thing to just Rachel before waving off Klaus's protective arm. Rachel just rolled her eyes.

"Stop it!" Vanya shouted.

"Hit him! Hit him!" Klaus cheered, making Five smirk.

Klaus eventually moved up to stand on the edge of the garden to see the fight as it progressed around the courtyard.

"We don't have time for this," Five said, turning to go back into the house.

Rachel was about to say something in response when Five grabbed her upper arm and they both spacial jumped into the house. She made a sound of indignation before closing the umbrella and leaning it in the corner. He had brought them into the foyer. After Five abandoned his umbrella, he walked off toward his room.

"Five, why haven't you told them everything yet?"

He glanced back at her before continuing on his way, knowing she'd follow.

"I think that fight out there is proof they can't handle it right now. Besides, we can figure this out on our own for now."

"Oh, is it still we? I don't see how helpful reading emotions can be in stopping the apocalypse. Not that I don't want to help."

Five shrugged.

"You never know. Better to have you around then not. Besides, you know they'll send people after us. You're safer as long it is 'we' and not 'you.'"

Rachel knew he was right, so she didn't say anything. Reaching his room, she stopped in the doorway.

"Are you going to go get Dolores?"

Five paused in his movement across the room. He looked back at her and moved toward her.

"That tone sounded like you disagree with the idea…"

The girl sighed.

"Sorry if my tone was negative. I just don't think she'll be of much help.

She could tell he was irritated. Not because she could sense emotion. She'd promised Five a long time ago not to use her power on him. He narrowed his eyes at her and clenched his jaw, making it obvious.

"I'm not having this conversation for the millionth time, Rachel."

The girl threw her hands up in defeat.

"I know you'll do whatever you want. I'll meet up with you later."

Five frowned at her.

"Where are you going?"

Ignoring him, she turned to head down the hallway. She took only two steps before Five appeared in front of her, causing her to crash into him.

"Shit, Five!"

The boy grabbed her upper arms, looking at her seriously.

"Is this about your parents?" he told her quietly," You don't need confirmation about what was in Vanya's book."

Rachel looked up into his eyes.

"It's my fault," she told him pleadingly," This is my only chance to…to see them…to make sure for myself."

"It wasn't your fault."

His words were hard, adamant. Rachel smiled and reached a hand up to his cheek. She caressed it gently.

"It definitely wasn't yours," she insisted.

After a moment, Five took her wrist and moved her hand away from his face. Stepping back, he pulled her into his room.

"You're staying with me and we'll put visiting them on the list of things to do together."

Knowing there was no way she was going to win against someone who could jump through space, Rachel sat on Five's bed and waited for him to go over this list.