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Request: "the scene where Hazel and Cha Cha attack the umbrellas in their house, but this time Five is there and he gets really hurt and doesn't remember them

Due to this taking place in the first season, Viktor is Vanya here.

"Look Out!"

The sound of gunshots from inside snapped Five out of his daze. He stood just outside the gate. He looked down at Dolores in his arms.

"Of course I heard that. I'm not deaf," he snapped at her, before collecting himself. "Sorry."

He blinked up to his room, seeing that it was a safe spot, and placed her down on a chair. He then blinked out into the hallway and followed the crashing sounds.

He crouched down, looking down the stairs. Allison and Diego were rushing to Luther's aid as he was standing from being body-slammed by Hazel. Five's attention went to the movement above him. He saw Cha Cha taking out a knife and cutting the rope to the chandelier as she limped quickly to make an escape.

"Luther! Look out!"

Luther pushed the other two out of the way and Five didn't hesitate as he blinked next to his bigger brother and shoved him with the momentum of him re-entering the space.

But he didn't have time to blink back out. The Chandelier came down on top of him.

"Five!" Luther rushed to where the chandelier had dropped. Five was lying unconscious, pinned down.

Diego and Allison had also rushed to see if there was an easy and safe way to pull their older-little brother out, as Vanya had cautiously made her way into the room.

But Luther wasn't waiting. He lifted the chandelier up and tossed it to the side with another "crash". When he turned back, he found that Diego had turned Five onto his back, trying to assess the damage and wake him.

"Come on buddy," Diego checked his pulse to be sure.

"He's so still," Allison observed.

"We should get mom," Vanya said.

"I'll go," Diego got up and looked at Luther. "Get him to his room."

Luther bent down to one knee to place his arms under Five and lift him. Vanya followed along and Allison looked to Diego.

"I'm going to do one more sweep of the house and check on Pogo."

Diego nodded and he headed up the stairs to search for Grace.

-UA-

"Mom?"

Diego found her in the portrait gallery, working on her latest needlepoint. He looked around. She would have heard the noise below.

"Have you been here this whole time?"

"I've been here for a while." She responded. "Is something wrong?"

"You didn't hear anything?"

"Should I have?"

He studied her, and caught the fact that she had sewn the thread into her arm. He kept his eyes on it as he responded.

"Five was hurt. Luther is bringing him to his room, but he needs to be looked over."

"Oh dear. I should check on him then."

Grace stood her project dropping, but it dangled from her arm where it was connected.

Diego thinned his lips. She was in no condition to care for Five. She could potentially make it worse. He reached out for her arm.

"I'll go get Pogo."

He reassured her, as he took out a knife.

-UA-

Vanya moved back the blankets so Luther could set Five down on the bed, but she didn't pull them up over him.

She sat next to him, as Luther backed away, to check him over, but besides the bit of blood that was at the corner of his forehead, she didn't see any other wounds that would need dressing.

"I don't know what he was thinking," Luther finally said. "I could have taken the weight of the chandelier."

"He didn't want you to have to, if he could prevent it," Vanya guessed. "He has been talking about doing whatever he could to protect us."

Suddenly Five let out a moan and opened his eyes. It took him a moment to focus his eyes and they landed on Luther and Vanya. His eyes widened as he started to sit up in a panic, and immediately clutched his head in pain, letting out a groan.

"Woah," Luther held out his hands as if trying to calm down an animal. "Slow down."

Five released his head and looked at them, unrecognizing. "Who are you?"

Vanya and Luther glanced at each other.

"Five? Are you alright?"

"How do you know my name?" He looked like he was debating whether or not to blink out of the room.

"Because we're family," Vanya told him. "Vanya and Luther."

"No you're not," He said, trying to sit up, but the pain was making it hard. He winced and tried to breathe through it. "You're much older than they are."

"Oh God," Luther realized.

Vanya felt the blood drain from her face as Diego, Allison and Pogo entered the room.

"Pogo?" Five recognized, but his eyes flickered to the other two, fear in his eyes.

"Guys, Five can't remember anything," Luther informed them. "Well kind of. He thinks he's a kid."

"I'm a teenager, moron," Five spat. "And clearly smarter than you."

Pogo approached Five, who seemed cautious, but allowed him to get near.

"He doesn't remember us as we are now," Vanya clarified. "He only remembers us as we were."

"This is crazy…"Five started to back up away from even Pogo now, even though the chimp-being was the only one he seemed to recognize. His hands started to spark blue as he seemed to be using whatever energy he may have to try to blink. However it fizzled on him and he started to slump forward.

"Five, no," Luther started, stepping towards him to catch him with one hand, before he bent over himself.

Allison moved closer, "Five. We are here to help. What is the last thing that you remember?"

He hesitated, but was so weak in Luther's arm that Pogo was able to approach him again.

"Dad was testing me…I must not have blinked in time. I was getting tired…" He looked at Pogo, his pain clear in his eyes as he almost whined, "My head hurts…"

"You need rest," Pogo told him, softly. "You have a concussion. Can I give you something to help you rest?"

Five glanced around at the others, nervously.

"We won't let anything happen to you," Diego promised. "You don't remember us like this, but I promise you, we are here to protect you."

Five stared at him for a moment, considering his words and looking for anything familiar in him. "...Diego?" He asked, unsure.

"It's me, brother," Diego reassured him.

He looked at Luther, who was still holding onto him, then to Allison, who gave him a soft, loving smile. Last, his eyes fell on Vanya and a look of recognition finally set in his eyes. He looked to Pogo and nodded.

Pogo stepped towards him with a needle and Five winced at the prick in his arm. He blinked slowly for a few moments, before his eyes completely shut and he went limp. Luther helped lay him back in a more comfortable position.

"He needs to rest more. I'm afraid to give him anything else for the pain, since he clearly has a concussion." Pogo informed the siblings. "There is a good chance as the swelling goes down, he'll regain his memory."

"How do you know for sure?"

"I don't," he replied, honestly. "But it is more likely than him staying this way."

They all looked at the sleeping figure and glanced at each other.

"We should find out more about who attacked us," Diego said.

Luther nodded.

"I'll stay with Five," Vanya offered. It's not like she would be much help doing anything else.

They all quietly left the room, leaving her and Pogo behind.

"Are you alright, Miss Vanya?" Pogo asked.

"For a moment it looked like he could see me," She said quietly. "This version of him is the boy that ran away from us that day…"

From me.

Pogo put a hand on her shoulder. "Give him time.."

-UA-

The house was a buzz.

The intruders apparently disconnected Mom. Klaus was missing.

The others were planning their next moves, trying to find them before they come back.

And Five was still sleeping…

Vanya was reading out loud to him.

"From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:

Nay, if you read this line, remember not

The hand that writ it, for I love you so,

That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,

If thinking on me then should make you woe.

O! if, I say, you look upon this verse,

When I perhaps compounded am with clay…"

She was startled by a soft voice that joined her, "Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;

But let your love even with my life decay;"

She stopped as he finished, "Lest the wise world should look into your moan,

And mock you with me after I am gone…"

She gave a soft smile at him.

"How are you feeling?" She asked him.

"Things are… coming back." He answered.

"You really scared us before," she bit at her lower lip.

"I'm…sorry." He didn't really sound it, but she supposed he didn't know what else to say.

"Five… when you left… years ago. I…I was heartbroken. You were the only person I ever felt like I could talk to."

He looked down at his hands. "I was wrong." He admitted. "I couldn't figure out how to get back. I just wanted to get back to you. All of you."

"Then don't push us away," Vanya sat next to him on the bed, putting her hand on his. "You fought to get back to us, so be with us."

"I spent years alone…then years where I was the only one I could trust. It's a hard habit to break." His face was showing his true age again. The darkness that was settled in green eyes.

He winced, bringing his hand to his head again.

"Five?"

"A quick shooting pain," he replied.

"You should rest some more," she told him, getting back up and sitting back in the chair.

"Could you…" he leaned back and looked at her, "could you read some more?"

She smiled and nodded, turning back to her book of sonnets and continued until he doze back off.

Hope you liked it! Please feel free to request! I have a few ideas of my own that I have yet to write too.