As they made their way to the police station, Diego glanced back at Rachel every so often. She sensed his curiosity and raised an eyebrow at him. He cleared his throat.

"So, you and Five, huh?"

The boy scoffed from the front seat. Allison looked at Rachel in surprise.

"Really?"

"Why are you fixated on that right now?" Five snapped at his brother.

Diego shrugged.

"Even stuck together I…just never thought you two could hit it off. It's not like Five is particularly charming. Someone friendly and more sensitive seemed like your type."

Rachel considered his words with a nod.

"Sure, sure, but I was also thirteen and definitely subject to preference changes. As it turns out, that isn't really my type at all."

"So, you like sarcastic, dictatorial, and harsh?" Allison questioned.

"I am in the car," Five reminded them.

Rachel laughed.

"What is wrong with a little sarcasm? I like guys who are decisive, protectors, and considerate. Five hits those points with varying degrees."

Allison leaned forward.

"Five? Considerate? Really?!"

"Kill me now," Five groaned," Rachel, stop humoring them."

"Now I want to know what you like about her, Five," Diego jumped in.

"Stop," he replied.

"Oh, come on. She said nice things about you, you can't do the same?" Allison agreed.

"We are trying to stop the APOCALYPSE here."

"We're in the car driving to our only possible lead. You have time to say it."

"I like plenty of things about her. I like that she isn't as nosy and pushy as my siblings, for instance."

Rachel grinned as Allison huffed and leaned back in her seat.

"Fine. Whatever. I suppose as long as you tell Rachel your feelings every once in a while, its none of our business. Though I'm curious, is it weird going from aging together to being thirteen again. Is it…creepy?"

"Not really," Five answered," We both know we're actually fifty-eight. What is the point of torturing ourselves over how we look right now?

Rachel shrugged.

"It's odd, but it's still Five. He has such a…strong…personality. It was a simple mistake in his calculations. We just need to make the best of it. Our business is our business."

Five looked extremely relieved when they parked by the police station. Diego looked back at them.

"I know this Jenkins dude has to have a record. We just gotta get our hands on this file," he said, undoing his seatbelt.

"And your plan is to what? Waltz in there and just ask for it?" Allison asked.

"I know the station like the back of my hand, sis. I've spent a lot of time inside."

"Handcuffed."

Rachel looked around at them before staring at Diego.

"Are you a criminal?"

"No, I just see justice differently. Whatever. Here's the plan."

"Plan?" Five questioned," I'm just gonna blink in and get the file."

Diego stared at him.

"No, that's not…You don't know the ins and outs of this place, okay?"

"I literally just did this yesterday."

"What?"

"My yesterday, not your yesterday. It'll take me two seconds. Why don't I just go?"

"Listen to me. You are not going in there. I made a call. That's what a leader does. He leads."

Five's eye caught Rachel's eye in the side mirror and she just grinned and shook her head at him. If he wanted to do it, why not?

"Have at it then, leader," Rachel told him.

Diego nodded seriously before leaving the car. Allison followed after him.

"Where are you going?" Five questioned.

His sister looked back at him.

"To that payphone over there. I need to call Vanya."

Rachel followed after Allison. Five soon appeared at her side. Five and Rachel stood back as Allison used the phone. As the two leaned against the building closest to the phone, Five leaned toward her slightly.

"You know…there really is plenty I like about you, right?"

Rachel looked over at him.

"Did what Allison say bother you?"

He looked uncomfortable as he shifted his weight.

"I just…I'd hate for something to happen to me and you are left wishing I'd told you more about how I felt. Or worse, questioned it. Especially because of Dolores."

The girl's eyebrow raised in surprise.

"You see Dolores as a problem in our relationship."

"Well, I don't want to phrase it as a 'problem' but its…complicated. I do like that you aren't nosy or pushy, but you're also a thousand times nicer than I am. You're generally a better and kinder person. I'm so screwed up and yet you seem…so bright."

Rachel turned slightly so she was leaning on her left shoulder while looking at him.

"Is everything okay? I'm not trying to suggest that you can't be nice unless you're worried about dying, I know that isn't true, but you are worrying me."

Five gave her the ghost of a smile.

"Well, the apocalypse is three days away. Don't want to leave too much unsaid, just in case."

Rachel didn't get to respond as it was then that Diego came up to them.

"So?" Five asked, pushing himself off the wall.

"You're welcome."

Allison grabbed the file out of his hands. Opening it up she stared at the file in shock.

"Holy shit."

"What?" Diego asked.

Allison turned the file toward them to show them a picture. Rachel's eyes popped open. It was the guy she'd spoken with only earlier that day, the one who came with Vanya. He'd literally been at the Academy. And the words convicted murderer jumped out at her on the page.

"Howard Jenkins is Leonard Peabody," Allison told them.

"And he killed his dad," Rachel noted.

The four of them all looked around at each other.

"But why?" Rachel asked," How does him dating Vanya fit into the apocalypse?"

Diego grabbed the file from Allison and scanned through it.

"We need to get to his address. Find Vanya and figure out what the hell he's up to."

They all raced back to the car. This trip was quieter and far more tense than the last one. As they reached his house, they were surprised by how nice and normal everything was. It was a simple house on a simple street. Getting out of the car, Allison shielded her eyes from the sun.

"Be careful, okay? We don't know what Peabody's capable of."

Diego surged toward the house in front of them.

"Yeah, he didn't seem dangerous when I first saw him. Looked kinda scrawny."

"Yeah, well, so are most serial killers and mass murderers."

Allison looked over at Five and Rachel.

"I mean, look at them."

They both looked over at her.

"Thanks," they replied in unison.

Deigo nodded. The ladies separated from the males by going around the side of the house. The guys went straight for the front door. Allison and Rachel tried windows as they went until they found one that was open. Allison helped boost the shorter girl through first before climbing in herself. Once they were inside, Five popped into existence at their side. As the three got to the front hallway, Diego flew through the glass window of the front door. His siblings walked past him as he lay groaning in the broken glass.

"Subtle," Allison judged.

Five opened the front door.

"You know, the door was unlocked."

The two ladies laughed at that realization. Rachel leaned down and stretched a hand out to brace his shoulder that was still in a sling so he could get up.

"Yeah, well, my way works just fine. Spread out. Yell if you, uh…you know, you're in trouble."

"Ah, inspiring leadership," Five mocked.

"One of the greats," Allison contributed.

Allison and Rachel went upstairs while Five checked out the downstairs with Diego. Rachel was going through a few bedrooms when there was a call from the attic.

"Guys, you need to see this," Allison called from upstairs.

As they crowded up into the attic, they found the woman in front of a cabinet filled with Umbrella Academy merchandise. A lot of posters, mugs, lunch boxes, and figurines were there, but they were all damaged.

"All our faces are burnt off," Allison noted, looking specifically at the figurines.

"Well, that's not creepy," Diego said," This guy's got some serious issues."

Both males leaned in and muttered "Shit."

Allison looked up at Rachel.

"This was never about Vanya. This was about us."

Rachel was distracted as Five's pain level spiked. She rushed forward as he collapsed on the ground.

"Five!" she shouted.

They all knelt around him. As he was clutching his side, Rachel moved his hand as Allison noticed blood and lifted his shirt. There was a nasty shrapnel wound on his stomach. Blood was all over his right side.

"What the hell happened at the Commission?" Rachel asked him.

"A lot…"

"Jesus, Five," Diego sighed," Why didn't you say anything?"

"You have to keep going," he strained out," So…close."

He closed his eyes, causing panic to rise in Rachel. Allison called out to her brother, trying to wake him. He'd completely passed out. The girl looked at Diego.

"Get him to the car. Right now!" she shouted.

Diego did as she demanded, picking him up in his arms. Rachel dashed passed them and held the doors as Allison did her best to hold his head up. Diego blew past speed limits getting them back to the Academy. Rachel sat in the back with Five's head on her lap, his legs on Allison. The girl stroked his hair to the side, silently wishing they could already be there. She tried to push soothing feelings onto Five, but knew she couldn't remove the physical pain.

"He'll be alright," Allison tried to reassure Rachel.

"I shouldn't have listened to him. I knew he was in pain…I just didn't…I'm never forceful enough with him. I let him get away with whatever he wants. I thought…we only have three days, it's probably fine. Its Five, he always scrapes through."

Allison put a hand on Rachel's shoulder as tears tumbled down the girl's face.

"This is not your fault. You have to stay positive. Things never go well when you're upset. When we were kids, if you were sad or upset, we all were. If you were hopeful and happy, then we were too. You're like a ray of sunshine that we all needed every so often. Even Luther felt that way. So, stay positive, okay?"

Rachel bit her lip nervously but nodded and tried to convince herself it would all be okay. She'd hadn't yet found a moment to tell Five about his father's realization about her powers. She still wanted a chance to do so. Five's eyes fluttered open. He reached up and brushed at her cheek.

"Don't cry. It's not that bad."

Rachel leaned down and pressed her lips to his forehead.

"You're such a liar," she told him, leaning up a bit," I can feel your pain, remember? I'm never ignoring it again no matter what you say. Even a sliver of pain is getting checked out immediately."

"A full body exam every time I feel pain? Sounds like a reward."

Rachel let out a soft laugh.

"How can you make that kind of joke right now, you jerk?"

At the Academy, Diego dragged Five out of the car by his legs while Allison lifted him by his torso. Rachel once again took on door duty. Moving quickly into the house, Allison grunted as she held her brother.

"We should have taken him to the hospital."

"A kid with a shrapnel wound might raise some questions," Five mumbled to her.

"Yeah, well, so does the murder shrine in Harold Jenkins' attic."

His siblings laid him down on the couch in the sitting room. Allison quickly took off her jacket to lay under Five's head.

"He's still losing blood, what do we do?"

"We gotta get the shrapnel out," Diego informed them.

Rachel looked around at them.

"I'm probably the most skilled with human anatomy as a former hitwoman. But I'm no surgeon."

Diego ignored her and was walking out of the room. The ladies watched him leave.

"Diego, where are you going?"

Allison and Rachel were shocked as he walked back in with his Mom. Relief flooded through Rachel. Grace rushed over to Five. She urged them to bring him up to his room. Once they'd done that, Grace started taking out the shrapnel and cleaning up Five's wound. Diego stood outside the room while Rachel sat on the other side of the bed from Grace and helped hand her supplies and clean up. She was also able to hook Five up to an IV. While that was going on, Allison tried to contact Vanya again. It was late into the night before Grace finished removing all the shrapnel, stitching up Five, and unhooking him from the IV. Rachel had fallen asleep at Five's side after cleaning up all the bloody gauze and medical equipment. Her eyes opened as Grace started rolling the empty IV bag away.

"Is he going to be okay now?" she asked, drowsily.

Grace smiled down at her and stroked the side of the girl's hair.

"He'll be just fine after a good night's rest. Just try and make sure he doesn't push himself too hard. I left out his pajamas at the foot of the bed if you can get him into them. There is a mint green set for you, too."

"One of those tasks is harder than the other," the girl muttered," Thank you, Grace."

"Of course."

Grace left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Rachel pushed herself up and out of the bed. Finding two sets of pajamas at the end of the bed, she changed into her set first before grabbing the soft blue pajama pants for Five. Sighing, she moved over to Five, who was still asleep.

"It's not that weird," Rachel told Dolores who sat in a chair off to the side of the bed," This isn't time for jokes."

She got as far as getting his pants on before Five's eyes opened. She had just been trying to lift him enough to slide the shirt under him to get his right arm.

"What are you doing?" he grumpily questioned.

"Dressing you, obviously."

Five's eyes widened more after he rubbed at them. He took in the fact that he was now wearing pajama pants and had half a shirt on.

"I'm used to you undressing me," he teased.

Rachel just grunted at his comment.

"Dolores already made that joke."

"I obviously missed it."

Five hissed as he tried to sit up. Rachel pushed him back down, but the movement was enough to for her to slip his arm into the sleeve.

"You rest. You need it."

Five just watched as Rachel buttoned up his shirt for him. Sensing a lot of warm feelings radiating from her partner, she looked up and smiled at him.

"What?" she asked.

"I don't know," Five told her softly," I just kind of thought of you doing this when we looked older. You know, when would have been in our late sixties or seventies and we would need to help each other with these sorts of things. It's just kind of funny that it is happening with us looking like teenagers."

The girl couldn't help but laugh.

"If we get past the apocalypse maybe we can grow old together…again. And actually get there. That is, if you'd still want me."

"I'll always want you."

She finished buttoning his shirt up before turning Dolores to face toward the door. Five raised an eyebrow at the action before Rachel turned and kissed him. She pulled away after a moment.

"Scare me like that again and I'll kill you myself," she told him, climbing over him carefully," I've put up with a lot of bullshit from you for as long as I've known you and that was the last straw."

A mischievous glint appeared in Five's eyes from her words.

"Oh, really? Old habits are hard to break, old lady."

"Shut up, old man."

She leaned forward, all her weight on her hands and knees as she kissed Five. It was passionate and needy. Rachel had to pull herself away after a few minutes. Five was ready to follow her, but she pushed him back by his chest.

"You need to sleep."

He scoffed at her.

"After that you tell me to go to bed? I'm in a teenage body, my hormones aren't exactly suggesting I sleep after that."

Rachel grinned and moved to the empty space on the bed she was previously occupying. She lay on her back beside Five.

"I feel the same way, but you need to heal if you're going to be of any use to your family in saving the world."

She put her hand in his.

"I'm glad you have a chance to save your family," she told him.

"I'm sorry I couldn't give you the chance to save yours."

Rachel looked up at him and squeezed his hand.

"You're all the family I need. Though I appreciate your siblings not questioning me being here."

Five closed his eyes and got a bit more comfortable in the bed by sliding down a bit. He flipped her hand, so her wrist showed. On her own left wrist was the Umbrella Academy tattoo.

"Yeah well, it's because you've always been family. You were bound to end up with one of us anyway. But it is quite the nice surprise that it was me."

The two of them both laughed quietly before finding slumber in their own time.