Hey guys, so welcome to A different life fan fiction. I gotta say, I'm really excited about it!

Anyways, this is a Fiveya story that is a bit of a slow burn, you kinda have to read it to understand why lol. I don't want to give anything away, so I'll just let you guys read it.

Chapter 1

waking up

'Five, are you sure about this?' Allison asked.

Taking a while to respond, Five sighed.

'It's the only thing I can think of."

'But we don't even know where. I mean when you'll be sending us to, what if it goes horribly wrong?' This time it was Luther who spoke.

'It could most certainly go horribly wrong, but we don't have any other choice, do we?!'

Halfway between unconsciousness and awareness, Vanya vaguely heard the voices argue. She tried to stay awake for as long as possible, but the darkness around her was suffocating, overtaking her, until she gave in and felt herself fall.

down, down, down…

Vanya gave out a soft hum as she slowly drifted back to consciousness. She was lying on a soft, fluffy cloud-like bed, wrapped in a comforter that was keeping her toasty warm. Outside, the sun was rising, shining soft morning light into the room which the curtains kept to a minimal, doing their job to keep the light from disturbing her sleep.

Burying her nose into her pillow, she sighed. She loved these kinds of mornings. The only thing ruining it was the voice at the back of her, head telling her there was something obviously off about all this. However, Vanya simply wrinkled her nose and waved the voice away. She was just too comfortable to care, not when every fibre in her body was telling her to stay in her warm cozy bed and sleep for as long as possible.

Dutifully following her body's need, she snuggled closer to her pillow and pulled on her blanket, cocooning herself into a human, blanket burrito. With a small satisfied smile, she sighed. That was when everything came crashing back to her.

The apocalypse, Leonard, the concert, Luther, Diego, Klaus, Five, Allison, Pogo…

Her eyes snapped open.

Bolting up in her, once comfortable bed but now felt like it was suffocating her, she looked around the room, her heart hammering inside her chest.

Shocked and confused, she felt a panic attack rise up inside her when she suddenly realized that she was in a completely unfamiliar place.

Survival instincts kicking in before anything, she looked at her surroundings with wide, confused eyes.

She was in an apartment, that was much clear due to the floor to ceiling windows that made up most of the walls.

Looking to the side, she frowned when she saw the fine, expensive stones that made up the wall and the long, modern fireplace in it. By the fireplace, there was an expensive-looking, black leather couch with a large ottoman in front of it.

Now turning her attention to the bed she looked at the comforter in confusion when she felt the silky, fine cloth, nothing like her own, old, worn-out blanket.

Blinking a couple of times, she looked around the room, confused and scared.

This was most definitely not her apartment, much less the cell Luther had put her in. So where the hell was she?

Before she could look for any more clues, or even try to come up with an explanation, one of the doors in the room opened.

Whipping her head to the side, she looked at the door, eyes widening when a tall man walked through it. She tensed even further when she noticed his state of undress. As if waking up in some unknown apartment, completely confused as to how she got there wasn't enough, there also had to be a practically naked man added into the mix.

The man's chest was bare, the only thing he had on him was the towel that was lazily wrapped around him, covering his modesty.

"Oh, you're awake," the man said, his voice oddly familiar but for the life of her, she couldn't place it. The man didn't even look at her as he continued to walk. "I thought you said you were going to sleep in."

Utterly confused as to what was going on, Vanya opened and closed her mouth, gaping at the man as he made his way to the set of double doors across the room. As he walked there, Vanya's eyes followed him.

His height was average, not overly tall but not short either, around the same height as Diego but slightly shorter she figured. His hair was dark brown, it was currently slicked back, damp from the shower he just took. Finding her eyes roaming down, she felt self-conscious as she checked him out, but couldn't bring herself to stop. She just woke up in some strange place, with a half-naked man strolling inside the room like it was no big deal, she had the right. And besides, she needed to know if he was a threat to her.

Eyes falling to his abs, she was a little surprised. By how defined the man's abs and muscles were, he clearly worked hard to stay fit. However, he wasn't at all bulky, his frame was skinny, no fat whatsoever.

Eyes catching on the few faint scars on the man's body, she frowned.

She had never been shot in her life, and she would rather keep it that way, but that didn't mean she didn't know what a bullet scar looked like. In her time in the academy, she had sometimes aided mom with administering first aid to her siblings when they came back from missions. Sometimes, bullet wounds were the kind of wounds her siblings came home with, so she is very familiar with what a scar from a bullet wound looked like. The scars the man had were clearly from getting shot at.

Who the hell was this man? Who seemed oddly familiar, like a long lost acquaintance she hadn't talked or seen in a very long time. At the same time, he clearly was in a profession where getting shot at was a regular thing, and that made her tense.

Well, whoever he was, he was clearly the owner of this apartment, and possibly a danger to her.

Opening the double doors, the man disappeared inside what she suspected was a large walk-in closet. Vanya kept staring at the double doors, mind still trying to catch up with her.

"The university called, they want me to come immediately," the man said from inside the closet, his voice not sounding at all pleased. "Apparently there was a bit of a miscalculation in one of the experiments, and now there's a dangerous chemical spillage that's getting worse by the second."

Vanya leaned forward on the bed, mouth still opened as she kept looking at the closet. Whoever this man is, she was starting to discard the possibility that he was some sort of kidnapper.

No kidnapper would walk into a room half-naked, and converse with her like there was nothing out of the ordinary, so clearly there was something much weirder at work here.

Looking at her own hands, her mind went back to the last thing she remembered, trying to understand how she got here. The last thing she remembered was being inside a prison under the academy. Luther, her own brother, had put her there and then….

Eyes widening, she began to hyperventilate again when the full realization of what happened hit her.

She had killed Leonard, granted that he deserved it, but most importantly she had hurt Allison, nearly killing her, and that wasn't all. In a blind rage, she killed Pogo, destroyed the academy, hurt her family, and caused the apocalypse. And now she woke up in some apartment, with some strange man. What was wrong with her? What was happening?

"I keep telling them to check with me before doing any experiments of this nature," the man huffed, oblivious of the panic attack she was having.

When she let out a shaky, sob, however, the man seemed to realize something was wrong as he poked his head from the closet, frowning as his eyes met hers for the first time.

Finally meeting his eyes, she instantly recognized who the man was.

His eyes were a soft, hue of green that looked a little blue when the sunlight coming from the window hit them just right. A very familiar set of eyes, the ones she grew up looking at for reassurance, or when she needed someone to confide in, or the eyes she used to look at with a smile. The eyes that had shaken her to the core when she saw them again but were much colder than she ever remembered them to be. The eyes that were looking at her with concern that very moment.

If his eyes didn't give away who he was, the spatial jump he did from the closet to the bed where she laid did.

"Five?" She asked, her voice slightly shaky, unable to believe that it was him, in an older body of himself.

Now wearing a set of dress pants, and a half buttoned-up shirt, stopping her from getting distracted, not to mention that he was a lot closer, she could actually see that it was indeed Five.

From the way his bangs flopped down the side as usual, to his sharp jaws, and striking eyes, the only thing he was missing was his usual cocky, overconfident smile. Still, she knew it was him, without a doubt, and yet this Five was different from the one she knew, from the one stuck in his thirteen-year-old body. Of course, there was the fact that this Five had no baby fat on his face, but a tiny hint of stubble instead. But it wasn't just that. This Five's gaze was different, devoid of any coldness, or hardships the other one got after spending his life in the future. In fact, this Five's gaze was more like that of his younger counterpart, the Five before he left the academy.

His brows knit together as he looked at her with concern.

"Are you alright?" He asked, leaning forward and placing a hand on her forehead, trying to check her temperature. For an odd second, she felt the urge to get away from his touch, sill much too shocked and confused but then she quickly melted to it.

Dropping his hand from her forehead when he didn't feel a fever, Vanya nearly whined, craving the contact. However, what he said next had her forget entirely about his warm touch.

"You're not pregnant are you?" He asked, worried, eyes widening, looking down at her stomach then back at her.

Freezing completely still, she took in a sharp breath, and her brows raised.

'What?!' Vanya wanted to ask but she was both too utterly confused, and shocked, that her voice refused to work for her.

Seeming to notice her shock, he cocked his head, his brows softening.

"I mean, it's alright if you are," he said softly, taking her hand in his. "Sure, we did agree to try but I thought you said you wanted to wait until after the wedding to get off the pill."

Vanya's eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets.

THE WHAT?

That had been the last straw of weirdness as Vanya felt bile rise inside her as panic began to overtake her.

Pushing Five away from her she ran to the door he had come out of, guessing it must be the washroom. In her haste to get out of there, she hadn't realized that she was completely naked, but at that moment she couldn't care less. She had much more pressing things on her mind.

Banging the door closed and making sure to lock it behind her, not wanting Five, or this version of Five, whoever he was, to come inside the room. Barely looking at the equally fancy washroom, she sat on the toilet and put her face in her hands, refusing to empty the contents of her stomach.

Shaking her head she closed her eyes.

This must be some sort of joke, some sort of elaborate scheme, or a very realistic dream or whatever, but she refused to believe it was real. One minute she was atop of the stage at the Icarus theatre, her conscience overtaken by anger, unable to even think properly she simply laid waste to everything around her, not even understanding why she was doing it. To waking up on a soft bed apparently engaged to an older version of Five? No, it just didn't make sense, it could not be real. She had to wake up.

Tensing when a soft knock came from the door, she turned her head and looked at it.

"Vanya?" Five said her name softly, his voice sounded concerned. "Is everything alright?"

Vanya kept looking up at the door. For a second she was a little tempted to open it after hearing the genuine concern in his voice but shook her head and placed it back on her hands.

This couldn't be real, she must be going crazy.

A few seconds went by, and Vanya honestly thought Five would just jump inside the bathroom, but he didn't, instead, she heard the rustle of clothes, as he no doubt slipped his phone out of his pant pocket.

Sighing, he spoke.

"Look, I can't keep the university waiting, the spillage could become dangerous if I don't see to it," he said, sounding genuinely annoyed that he had to leave. "Just lie down and rest. On my way to the university, I'll call Ben and have him come and look at you."

Head jerking up, she looked at the door once more.

Ben? Did Five just say, Ben? He was alive? But how? And why would he call Ben of all people? Of course, she wanted to see him, it's been seventeen years since she'd seen her brother, but why Ben? What was going on?

She didn't ask any of those questions as she dumbly kept looking at the door.

Five sighed once more.

"If you feel worse just call me. I'll come back if you do, spillage or not, ok?" He asked, his voice sounding more concerned.

Vanya gulped and opened her mouth to answer, but she found she couldn't. How could she? She just landed into some strange reality with no idea how she even got here.

After a long ten seconds went by and he was sure she wasn't going to answer, she heard Five leave.

"I don't even know if the device will work on all of us, but if it does we may end up scattered around the timeline," Five said.

Everyone groaned, not happy about that.

"But we do know one thing, we have to end up somewhere in our old bodies, before this very date. So wherever we are, we all have to promise to meet up at Griddy's on March twenty-first, two thousand and nineteen. Got it?"

Waking up with a start, Vanya looked around the washroom, disoriented.

After locking herself inside she had spent an hour, panicking and wondering what was going on, when she decided to take a shower hoping that it would calm her down but no such luck.

Standing in front of the shower faucet she had looked at it for a long minute, trying to figure out how to turn on the water seeing as it was completely digitalized. After a few minutes of frustratingly pressing buttons, she finally figured it out only for the water to only come out freezing cold. Just perfect.

After her icy cold shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and unable to go back into the room, she sat on the toilet again, gazing at the wall. At one point she fell asleep, head against the sink counter. Apparently, however, all she needed was some sleep as she now remembered something, it was small but it was something.

'Meet up at Griddy's on March twenty-first, two thousand and nineteen.'

That's what Five had said, the other Five and the only thing she remembered. Well, she didn't know what it meant but if there was a chance by going there she might get some answers, then that's exactly where she was heading. Not to mention that, on the overly digitized shower faucet, it had said the date and time, interestingly enough the same date as today. Could it be that Five had sent her to this time on purpose, intending her to end up here?

Slowly opening the washroom door, she looked around the empty room, making sure there was no one around. She wasn't ready to face this reality's Five again.

Yes reality, she thought that this whole thing was a dream but now she's convinced she's somehow been transported to a different reality, one where she's apparently engaged to Five and who knows what else is different. That's why she needed to be careful.

Walking to the double doors where Five had gone to get changed, knowing it to be the closet, she practically tiptoed there, towel wrapped around her. Walking inside the walk-in closet, she made sure to close the doors behind her and turned on the light.

Unlike the rest of the room and washroom, the walk-in closet was simple. To the right hung suits, blazers, and neatly folded shirts that belonged to Five. Looking at his clothes, she wasn't at all surprised when she didn't see any clothes that weren't formal or semi-formal. Five never was one to dress in jeans and a t-shirt.

Turning on the spot she faced the other side of the closet, where all her clothes were. Unlike his grey and white clothes, her's were somewhat more colourful.

Walking towards her section of the closet, she flipped through the hangers, trying to find something to wear that wasn't a skirt or a dress. When she reached the end she finally found a pair of pants and a plain beige blouse.

Holding the blouse out, she grimaced, definitely not something she would wear but she had to make do. If this was indeed another reality, and she was somehow in the body of this reality's Vanya then she had to act the part, at least until she figured out what was going on. Five did always say that it wasn't a good idea to alter time.

As she slipped on the clothes, her eyes landed on something on the inside of her wrist. Frowning she looked down at it, when she turned her wrist she froze.

On her pale skin, there was a tattoo that had not been there before, one she only ever dreamed of having. The Umbrella academy symbol.

Eyes widening, she reached with her other hand and traced the small symbol with her index finger, wondering if she was imagining it. With all that's happened within the span of two hours, she wouldn't be surprised if she was now seeing things. However, when the tattoo wrinkled with her skin as she pinched it she knew it truly was real, but then came the even more important question. How can it be real? She's not a member of the academy, she's never had powers, well that wasn't entirely true anymore, was it. Could it be that this Vanya knew about her powers and became a member of the Umbrella Academy? That was the only answer, but one thing was for sure, things only seemed to get stranger and stranger.

Exiting the closet she put the wet towel inside the hamper and went back inside the washroom to grudgingly do her makeup. Something told her that this Vanya was big on makeup, so unless she wanted to call unwanted attention to herself she also had to wear some.

Looking around the room, she looked for a wallet and a phone. Eyes landing on the nightstand, she looked at the phone and wallet resting there.

Walking to the nightstand, she grabbed the phone, thanking whoever invented fingerprint recognition. Unlocking her phone, the first thing she did was go straight to the photo app. Hoping it could tell her something about this Vanya.

Interestingly enough, there weren't that many pictures on the phone, in fact, the phone seemed far to new to her so it's possible that this Vanya recently got it. However, the few pictures that were on it had her frowning.

There were six pictures of her and Five together, most of them with Five in the background doing his own thing, looking at the camera with pure annoyance while she was smiling widely. Five never did like pictures, she guessed this Five was the same. She flipped through the pictures, finding just one picture that had Five smiling off into the distance, not realizing that she had taken the picture. What he was smiling at, she didn't know but she guessed he was no doubt finding amusement in someone's misfortune.

Shutting off her phone, she shook her head and put it inside her pocket. The pictures didn't give her any answers, in fact, it only gave her more questions. Those pictures, the ones she was in, she was nearly always smiling which was strange. It's not that she didn't smile, it's just that she rarely smiles with that much genuine happiness. It was like that Vanya was an entirely different person.

Lifting the wallet towards her face, she opened it and was glad to find some cash and credit cards. Rummaging through the wallet, she found a small photo booth picture tucked inside one of the pockets.

Taking the picture out, she looked at it. The corner of her mouth quirked a little, even though she was just as confused by it.

The picture was old, having been taken when she was around sixteen due to how young she looked and no longer having her bangs. In the picture, she was smiling widely. Behind her stood Five, arms around her, chin resting on top of her head, a cocky side smile on his lips. Given how close and familiar they were with each other, it seems that the relationship this Vanya had with Five started from a young age. Looking at the picture, a Vanya that had lost Five when she was thirteen, she wondered if she too would have developed something with her Five if he hadn't disappeared. It was impossible to say, but a part inside her told her that yes, she would have. After all, they always were close, even as small children, it's very likely that would have developed into something more.

Taking a deep breath, not wanting to dwell on what could have been, she placed the picture back inside the wallet and slipped it inside her back pocket. She was thankful this Vanya preferred small, pocket-sized wallets rather than those overly large and fancy ones most women carry these days.

Once she had everything and was ready to head out, she took a deep breath and exited the room.

As expected, the rest of the house was just as lavish as the bedroom.

Walking onto the living room, she looked around it. The living room was large with a sectional couch facing a large flat screen tv on the wall, and a coffee table between them. Turning her head she looked at the dining room with a large dining table with eight spots. All around the walls of the house hung large, abstract paintings that she just knew must cost more than her old apartment.

"Good morning Miss Hargreaves!" A friendly, cheerful voice greeted.

Nearly jumping out of her skin, Vanya turned on the spot to look at the other person in the apartment she hadn't noticed. It was an older lady, wearing what appeared to be a cleaning maid uniform.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am I didn't mean to startle you," the lady apologized.

Taking in a deep breath, she gave her a friendly smile, at the same time feeling a little uneasy. she's never had a maid before, so she didn't know how to interact with her, and that made her feel incredibly awkward. Sure, she didn't exactly live a modest life back at the academy, being one of the adopted children of an eccentric billionaire, but never once had they had a maid. And while she vaguely remembers having nannies at some point, mom was the one that did all the cleaning and cooking.

"No, it's ok I just, I wasn't expecting you."

The lady looked at her confused until she nodded as if she had realized something.

"Understandable ma'am. Mr. Hargreeves left me a message saying that you're feeling a little under the weather." Once again the woman frowned. "He also, insisted that you stay in and rest."

"Did he?" she asked, not at all surprised.

She should have known that this version of Five would be just as controlling.

Looking at the wall she tried to find a key hanger, anything where Five might keep the house and car keys. At first, she thought this was Five's apartment, but it seems it's also hers and if she had an apartment like this then she definitely has a car, which means that somewhere in this apartment are her car keys.

"Do you know where my car keys are?" She asked, hoping that she is right and indeed does own a car. Thankfully it seems that she was correct. Going to one of the tables by the wall, the maid reached inside a bowl full of keys and walked up to her.

"I found them on the couch this morning, so I thought I'd put them back inside the bowl so you don't lose them."

Handing her the keys, Vanya looked down at the key and the fob, eyes widening when she saw the Audi insignia. For someone that didn't even own a car, and sometimes had to rummage for loose change to take public transit she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Pulling her face down into an expressionless one, she nodded. She had to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Thank you," she said.

Walking to the bowl of keys, keeping a mental note as to where it was, she reached inside and took out the only other key left in the bowl, her own copy of the apartment key she guessed.

Deciding not to give the maid any further explanations she opened the door of the apartment, however before she could leave the maid spoke.

"Are you sure that's a good idea miss Hargreeves? Your fiance was very adamant about you staying inside the apartment until he comes back."

Vanya nodded and gave the maid a reassuring smile as she opened the door and without saying a word she exited.