November 25, 1963.

Gunfire showed over them like rain during a very bad thunderstorm. The US military and the Soviet's soldiers were shooting having their own, (incorrect) war against each other, and they were stuck in the middle of it. While technically it was kinda there fault, but Ris felt it better to blame that psycho Lila for this.

"How much time?" Diego yelled, sliding next to her sharply ducking his head as a few bullets narrowly missed him.

"I dunno maybe about-" Ris started as a few men ran towards them about to open fire. Ris swiped her hand, easily throwing them back into a shop window with her telekinesis. Checking her hand gun, throwing it to the side. "Out of bullets." she mumbled.

Another body slammed against the upturned car as Vanya crawled towards them. The car shielding them and giving them a well needed breathing space.

They had been fighting for days and it wasn't stopping. Not until the end. "How much more?" Vanya asked, the dust and grime on her face illuminating her lightly glowing white eyes.

"The nukes, 6 minutes. Maybe 7," Ris said, checking her cracked watch. "If we're lucky." she added, looking up into the sky.

"And F-" Just as Vanya was about to ask, the sky blew a bright illuminating light filling the all too familiar alleyway. "Right on time." Ris grinned, jumping up.

"Medic! Medic!"

Only to be sharply pulled down by Diego as the new wave of soldiers ran their way. A few bullets narrowly missing her. "Not yet-" he grunted, tossing her one of his knives. "Ready?"

"Hey, kid, get down!"

Ris smirked as the soldiers surrounded them. "Born. Vanya?"
A loud bang rang out, as the tank fired. Vanya's eyes lit up, her whole body glowing as she flew into the air, destroying the shell.

"Yeah, she's good." Ris mumbled throwing Diego's knives; watching it cut through the soldiers like butter from behind, giving Klaus the space to move.

Klaus ran out, using his powers, sending his mini army of ghosts at the soldiers. Ben above him, throwing the soldiers around and high into the air. Another shell was fired in the distance, Luther jumping from god knows where shielding Klaus.

Taking her chance, Ris spacial-jumped inside of Monty's TV store, running upstairs. Elliott's and Lila's dried blood still coating his floors, passing Lila's lifeless body, one of Diego's knifes still embedded into her heart.

Rummaging through the box, where she hid the tape. Ris pulled it out; staring at the Franklin Footage the Handler's insane smile, flashing in her mind; from when she had taken the tape from her dead body. Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she spacial-jumped back outside.

"Five! You sick son of a bitch, where the hell have you been?"

'So much for a reunion.' Ris thought dryly, running forward grabbing Five by the end of his jacket. "No time." Ris said sharply, checking her watch. 1 minute.

"Rissa, what the hell's going on?" Five asked, staring at her, gripping her arm tightly as if she were going to turn into smoke. He was still reeling from both the time travel and the war zone in front of him. Poor Five, he never could catch a break.

Ris sighed, wishing she could have at least had a little longer before they died. "The end of the world." she grimly, the familiar sound of a briefcase joining the fray.

"If you wanna live, come with me." said the all too familiar face. "Hazel," Ris breathed out, smiling at the older man, discreetly slipping the footage into his pocket. Thank god, he got her message.

"No. What the hell's going on here?" Five repeated, tightening his grip onto her; glancing between the two.

"War. One that ends the world; apparently." Ris said calmly, taking in the site in front of her. Her last day, ending with destruction and fire. It was almost poetic.

"There's no time to explain." Hazel said, pointing into the sky. "Those are nukes, old-timer."

"What about my family? Ris?" Five asked, looking at Hazel still gripping her arm tightly. Ris swallowed hard, shaking her head. She could do that when he was gone. Safe.

"You need to fix this, you can't do that here." Ris said gently. "Not again…" Five mumbled under his breath.

She's right." Hazel said, glancing at Ris; shooting a sad look. They both knew the end to this story. "You can't save 'em if you're dead."

"Good luck." Ris whispered, slowly slipping her arm out of his grip. Five paused, before nodding taking Hazel's hand, shooting her one last look. Before vanishing in a light blue light.

Walking towards the other, she and the Umbrella Academy, sorry Team Zero stared at burning world, the nukes landed. She was oddly at peace here, staring at the destruction coming towards them. She shut her eyes.

Just as the world caught on fire.


"Well?" Ris asked, returning her attention on the paper. "If you're going to do something Elliott, now's the time. You know what they say, first impressions and all."

Tuesday, June 12, 1962.

"My…you, you know my name?" he choked out, his spoon shaking. "Elliott Gussman, TV salesman, ex TV salesman. I'm guessing, to make time for your other hobbie-"

The sound of his spoon clattered to the floor, cutting her off. Elliott sinking to his knees, bending his head, as if he were praying. Ris bent the paper over, staring at him. "What the hell are you doing?"

"You, you…your, what they told me about, at, at the convention…" Elliott stuttered, staring up at her eyes wide. "I can't believe it, I…Thank you. Thank you, so much for, for choosing me for this honour."

"Honour?" Ris repeated, Elliott nodded his head rapidly. "Yes," Ris set the paper down on Elliott coffee table.

"Would you mind catching me up a bit?" she asked, bending down slowly. "I had a long trip, I kinda need a refresher." Ris said softly. "And get off the floor Elliott, you look ridiculous."

"Right, right" Elliott said, jumping up, adjusting his hair. "Well…um, according to the ufologist, I spoke to, he said, that aliens would send down there disciples to evaluate the planet and then its leader would make contact with a lifeform-" he said slowly, a look of realisation forming.

Ris nodded her head slowly, getting where his mind was. "Don't worry, umm…we're not the cloning, take your brain out kind."

"Oh thank god." Elliott breathed out, setting down his weapon, well his spoon. "So, Elliott," Ris started pacing around his room, Elliott following behind her like a puppy.

"My…disciples…they all came the same way I did, right?" she asked, Five had never done such a far jump with seven people holding on, none of which who could help him. To say she was worried, was a major understatement. "Yes, yes they did." Elliott answered.

"How many?"
"Three, three of them."
"And what did they look like?" Ris asked, glancing at Elliott. "Well, ummm the first one was sort of skinny, wore weird clothes-"

"Klaus," Ris mumbled, biting her lower lip. "When did he show up?"

"1960," Elliott said, fidgeting with his hands. "The year the Silvertone Omega was released, I was-"

"Elliott," Ris interrupted, holding her head. This was giving her a blinding headache. God, she hated time-travel sometimes. "No offense, but can the origin story wait a bit." Elliott nodded. "Right sorry."

Ris waved him it off, staring at the newspaper covered walls. "You don't have to apologise." she mumbled, rocking on the balls of her feet. "Right, sorry."

Ris sighed, running her fingers though her hair. "The others?"

"Ri-" Elliott started, Ris shooting him a quick glare. "Th-the second was a woman, didn't see her very clearly. But she was tall and, had curly hair. She showed up in 1961." he said quickly.

Ris nodded, fidgeting with her hands. "Allison, what about the last one?"

"Showed up a few months before you did. Big fella, kept on shouting the name Allison."

"Yeah, that's Luther." Ris said, scowling, remembering how Luther happily left her to die in the Academy, if it wasn't for Grace. Ris shook her head, trying to refocus. "Just those three, are you sure?"

"Definitely." Elliott said, nodding his head, so hard Ris thought it was going to pop off. "Do you have any photos or any idea where any of them could be?" Elliott scratched his head. "I..er, have a few photos I developed, but I don't know, they all sort of disappeared after that," he said, walking off, rummaging into some cupboards.

"They do come to the alley way once in a while, but they always seem to miss each other." he added, handing her a few photos. "Obviously." Ris grumbled, taking the pictures; flipping through them.

"Thanks Elliott." Ris said, tucking the photos into her pocket. "Could you do me a, small favour?" Elliott eyes lit up. "Sure, anything."

"Three more people are going to come out of that alley way, one way or another. I know you're interested; so keep doing what you're doing." Ris said, walking closer to him, Elliott staring at her as if she were tell him the secrets of the universe.

"Listen closely," she said softly, Elliott leaning down to her height. "I need you to look out for a guy; short hair, lots of knives and leather, bit of a hothead. A woman, brown hair, white suit, around my height, very kind."

"And a boy," Ris said, her voice faltering a little. Her worry building up with each passing moment. "Around this tall-" Ris said, raising her hand; waving it a few inches above her head. "-school uniform, greeny-blue eyes-"

"Like aquamarine?"
"Exactly!" Ris cried grinning. "Thank you, yeah, I like you. Anyway, just keep an eyes out for them." Ris said, turning around. "I'll be in touch."

"Wait, where you going?" Elliott called, as Ris made her way to the door.

"I'm going to find my friends. Don't worry, I'll be back." Ris said, walking towards the door, shooting him a quick smile before opening the door, lightly clicking it shut behind her.

"Oh and Elliott," she said, opening the door, peeking her head though. "Some advice, get a gun."

1962. The year of the Cuban Missile Crisis, John. F. Kennedy was alive, his wife Jacqueline 'Jackie' Kennedy was the fashion icon and Dallas the famous city where Kennedy was assassinated was normal. Simple even.

Standing there at Dealey Plaza, just a little way off from where Kennedy would be shot. It was strange, it was the first time she was ever in a place where the death was so far off.

Taking in a long deep breath of fresh air, Ris shut her eyes soaking in the sun and laughter of children, mothers in dresses occasionally shooting her odd looks.

She really needed to change, but the sun felt good and for once in a long time nothing was on fire or exploding or anything really. It was all perfectly mundane.

Spending a few more minutes in the sun, stealing a wallet from a jerk. Ris entered a quaint little store near Elliott's TV Store.

After buying some smart, more era appropriate clothing Ris, entered the changing room, pulling off her old clothes (reluctantly taking off her sneakers.) Lightly tracing her fingers over, her thin deep cut (caused by Vanya, but it wasn't her fault) making a mental note to have to check the stitches later.

She pulled on a patterned purple and white dress with a pair of black flats. Tucking her other clothes into one of the other bags she left the store. Gazing around the busy Dallas streets, before walking back to Elliott's.


2 weeks later…

'God, I hate the 60's.' she thought to herself. She need a place to stay. Elliott was wonderful, but she discovered she could only handle his crazy in small doses and after he tried to braid her hair…well…it didn't end well.

For either of them.

And if she was going to do her own investigations she need her own place, without a constant hovering presence asking her if she was 'finding the Earth temperature alright.'

Running her fingers though her hair as she walked down the street. Passing a pretty red brink apartment building, a little taller and thinner than Elliott's building. Reminding herself to get a needed haircut; when a bright light was shone her way.

Squinting at it, Ris blinked, stepping back, before taking another look. Ris's eyes widened when she saw him. "Shit."

Running thought the gate, bursting through the door. She ran up the steps, mentally calculating on which door the light was coming from.

Leading her to the second floor, staring at the golden plaque; reading: 135. Rolling her eyes, she turned the knob.

Stepping into the neat apartment. It was small; with simple functional furniture, a rather ugly orange wall on the left leading to the kitchen.

Though Ris really didn't have the time to judge much of its interior decorating (a pass time she quite enjoyed) she was far more interested in the man at the in the lounge.

She slowly walked towards the man, he was staring out the window. The man with a fish bowl for a head.

"Hello Clarissa," he said, turning his body around cigarette in hand. "You're looking lovely as always."

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