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"What are you talking about?" Y/n shook her head. "This is the umbrella academy."

"Wrong again. This is the sparrow academy."

A bunch footsteps marched on the wrap around balcony on the second floor. Six total figures and a cube stood in front of the window.

The red head on the end of the line was someone Y/n knew too well.

Diego pulled a knife out and Y/n ripped her eyes away from Anne, who she thought she had already said goodbye to as someone approached them.

"Dad," Ben started, a scar on the right side of his face, "Who the hell are these assholes?"

"Shit." The group groaned.

"... Ben."

Luther was the first to step forward as Y/n winced. The lights were suddenly far too bright, yet she forced herself to stay alert. Anne was gazing down at her with excitement bubbling in her eyes. She looked the exact same as before Y/n had left. Anne hadn't aged or done any other altering changes to the point where Eight wondered if she was real or a figment of her imagination.

"Ben," Luther started, stood in front of him, "Is that really you?"

"And who are the weirdos on the balcony?" Diego shouted as Y/n finally surveyed the rest of them, the volume of his voice booming in her head.

"They are the Sparrows." Reginald answered, "My children."

"Downgrades." Y/n scoffed as one with a melted face glowered at her.

"I'm sorry." Five shook his head, "What do you mean, your children? That's not possible, old man."

"Of course it is! I think I'd know, wouldn't I?"

Klaus sighed, turning back to the group as they went down to the first floor, "Everybody else can see Ben, right?"

"Cute hat, Sundance." He smiled vaguely with a menacing tone.

"They call themselves the Umbrella Academy, a group of scheming perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas." Reginald straightened himself, "Be warned, they claim to be my spawn."

Allison walked forward, "Claim?" She pivoted to face Five, "Look, Five, what the hell is going on?"

"I don't know yet, but it's concerning."

"Is he telling the truth?" One of the Sparrows inquired, gesturing to Reginald.

"Not the part about us being perfidious." Vanya shrugged.

"No," Klaus added on, "We're amateur-fidious, at best."

"But we are his children." She nodded, "This is our house."

"Yeah, yeah." Luther agreed, "We, uh... grew up here."

"Yeah, we grew up here." The with a melted face mocked him.

"I kind of think we would have noticed you." Another Sparrow spoke.

Luther paused, sizing her up and down, "Hi." He smiled, "I'm Luther."

"Okay," Allison rolled her eyes, "None of you belong here."

"Oh! Well, then. I guess we'll just pack our bags and move out."

The hovering cube made incoherent noises, almost like it was speaking, the loud noise making Y/n's head spin. The Sparrows laughed, her head reeling at the volume.

"You slay me, Chris."

"Woah, woah, who's Chris?" Y/n questioned, wincing from the bright lights the windows brought.

"The cube, dumbass." Ben nodded his head towards Chris.

"Okay, that hostility wasn't needed, dipshit."

Grace walked in the room, heels clacking against the wooden floorboards and the melting smell of freshly baked cookies wafted the air. She appeared tense, or perhaps nervous for something as she held the plate out in a kind offer. Y/n slowly walked over upon noticing her.

"I wasn't expecting company. This is the best I could do on short—" Her voice dropped to a more robotic tone, her face bugging out as she spoke, "Short... short notice."

"Mom?" Diego sighed.

"It's okay." Eight slowly took the plate from her as Grace's eyes bored into her, the plate slightly burning, "I'll take it, Mom."

"Mom?" One of the Sparrows inquired, "She's a robot, you perv."

"Hey, don't you call him that." Luther snapped.

"Or what?" Ben shrugged, a smug smile on his face.

"Come closer and find out."

"Think I'm afraid?"

"Luther!" Vanya tried, "Guys— Calm down!"

"Stand down, Ben."

"Yeah? How about I hide that big Rubik's Cube up your ass?" Diego shouted to one of them.

They all shouted unless insults over each other, one of the girls hissing an odd liquid onto Diego's cheek.

"Enough!" Marcus shouted, "I don't know what circus you escaped from or how you got past security, but we're done here. You got 30 seconds to get out of our house."

"And if we don't?" Allison inquired.

"Then we'll have to settle this the old-fashioned way." He shrugged.

"Look, we just fought a literal army, okay? This doesn't need to get ugly." Vanya laughed a smidge, "Let's all just calm down, and let's talk."

"Psst. Ben-er-ino." Klaus whispered, "You look so much better alive than you do dead. Am I right?"

"Except that haircut." Y/n took a bite from a cookie, sitting at the end of the couch, the plate in her lap.

"What the hell did you just say?" Ben peeked past Klaus to Y/n as Diego pulled her up.

"Come on, they could attack at any moment, Y/n." He shook his head.

"Please," She scoffed, "They couldn't beat a goose in a fight."

"Wow, nice scar." Luther commented as he got a better look at Ben.

Klaus nodded, "Muy macho."

"Shut your mouth!"

"You shut your mouth and just hug your brother—"

Klaus held his arms open for a hug as Ben punched him square in the jaw. He dramatically rolled back over the coffee table, knocking the cookies off.

"Hey, you didn't have to do that!" Luther seethed while stepping closer to Ben.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I did!"

"Hey, get back." The Sparrows presumably number one ordered, giving Luther a hard shove to the chest.

Luther swung a missed punch, earning a harsh kick to the gut as he flew into Klaus and knocked the couch back. Thus, the fight broke out, Sparrows chasing down the one they wanted to pick a fight with.

Y/n was immediately whisked away upstairs, Anne keeping a tight grip on her sleeve while pulling her up the steps. The redhead walked fast; with a purpose and Y/n couldn't pinpoint what that meant. Her head was spinning until they got to the second level, her headache slowly dissipating.

Y/n slowly creeped back as Anne released her grip on her, "You're not gonna hurt me, right?"

Anne laughed, "No, don't worry. I'm not the enemy, Y/n."

"You're wearing their uniform."

"They really don't give a shit about me. I swear." She glanced over the balcony to see a few of the members, "If I left with you guys, I don't even think they'd notice."

Y/n's playful smile faded, "Why? Aren't you family to them?"

"Not exactly. It's— It's complicated... okay?"

"Then explain, because you haven't aged since I last saw you and how you ended up here doesn't make sense." Y/n scoffed, slightly agitated, "Either you somehow gained powers or you're, like, their bitch."

Anne grabbed her hand, the redheads abnormally warm to the point where Y/n pulled back, clutching her hand to her chest. Eight glanced over the balcony and behind Anne, seeing her family get their asses handed to them.

She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, "Shit— Look, just give me a time and place and I'll meet you there, okay?"

Anne thought as someone was thrown up to the balcony, Y/n pulling her away more to hide. She caught a better glimpse of stuff and stopped pulling Anne away.

"Just tell me a place! Anywhere works, okay?"

"Uh... that secluded park by the bookstore downtown! The apple tree at... 4?"

"Apple tree at 4, okay." Y/n nodded, going to rush down the steps, "Leave now while everything's crazy."

Anne nodded and turned the corner as Diego come running down, throwing knives at the cube.

"Watch where you throw those things!" Y/n leaned back, running down the stairs.

Eight jumped down from the last step, noticing that Allison on the floor about to get her face bashed in by a shoe. She froze Alphonso in place, ice spreading over his body in seconds as Allison sighed.

"I feel like melting him would've been more appropriate." She joked while helping Allison up.

The rest of the foyer quickly cleared out to the living room as Y/n sat on the table, deciding whether or not to unfreeze the ice statue in front of her. She closed her eyes as she felt her headache coming in waves.

The headaches last wave washed out as Five tumbled down the staircase, laying idly on the floor tiles and watching as Luther got knocked to the floor again. Eight hopped off the table to help him up, hearing Vanya from the next level telling Luther to run.

Five shared a look with Y/n one moment before teleporting them both off. She had little to no time to process as she started running down the halls of the academy, holding Fives hand in her own.

"Luther, we're leaving! Let's go!" Five yelled while running with Allison now as well.

"Just a second—"

"We're hauling ass here! Let's go!" She shouted while running past him.

The four of them reached the end of the hallway, seeing a flock of crows flying after them, their screeches echoing down the halls as they went.

"Move, move, move!" Allison yelled, pushing them all down the left.

Five slowed his running, "Shit, the briefcase!"

"No time!" Luther told him as he teleported them both off back to the foyer.

She tumbled into him as they reached the foyer, him grabbing onto her arms and waist before she reached the ground.

He pulled her back up, realizing the briefcase wasn't there. "Shit, it's gone!"

"It's been gone since before I froze him, I think." She nodded to the man who was frozen to a statue, "I should un-do that, shouldn't I?"

Five watched Vanya prop herself up on her elbows as she laid on the broken coffee table, energy thrumming. He pushed the statue towards the archway, nodding as Y/n locked eyes with him. She broke the ice surrounding him before Five teleported the two off somewhere safe.

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Y/n trailed behind Five as the group either walked or limped into a benched park surrounded by trees and a pond close by. Soft breezes passed as she took a seat next to Five, some leaves scattering across the concrete.

Diego faced the group from the pond, "That didn't go well."

"Yeah, not your guy's best work." Y/n laughed.

"Our best work." Diego corrected and stopped himself before speaking again. "There's not a scratch on you."

"Cause I didn't my ass handed to me on a silver platter." She shrugged, "I did fine."

Allison rolled her eyes at the two, nudging Luthers shoulder, "You all right?"

"I don't know yet." He sighed, "I've just never had my ass handed to me like that before. It's like, "here you go", it's your ass."

Allison paused, "Okay, I think Luther's concussed."

"Luther," Klaus sat up, "How many fingers?"

"Oh my god. Where's Vanya?"

As if on que, she stumbled in. She took a seat at the bench across from the picnic table Y/n and Five were sat at.

"You okay?" Y/n inquired, receiving a nod from her.

"Apparently, so is Ben."

"Yeah," Allison agreed, "And he's a complete dickhead."

"They're all dickheads." Diego scoffed.

"Dickheads who can fight."

"Okay, next person to say dickhead is getting a punch to the throat."

"Dickhead." Most of them uttered together, Five shaking his head at them.

"Hey," Diego took a seat next to Klaus, "Did Dad tell you why he was calling them his kids?"

"He sure did. You ready?" He laughed, "Dad was so repulsed by us back in Texas, that he adopted an entirely different group of children just so he didn't have to raise us."

"That's just peak Dad."

"Isn't it?"

"So he just didn't want us anymore?" Vanya inquired.

"Did he ever?"

"See? I told you we shouldn't have asked him for help in '63."

There was a short silence before Five spoke, "I think you're all missing the big picture here. If dad didn't adopt us as kids, he changed the timeline. So who knows what else is different now."

"Shouldn't you know?"

"Sorry, Allison, but it might take me more than 20 minutes and a traumatic brain injury to figure this all out. Is that okay with you?"

"No, actually, it's not."

"Guys," Vanya stopped them, "Look, it's fine. We still have the commission's briefcase, so worst case, we can just go back in time and fix it."

"There are two problems with that statement." Five stood up from next to Y/n, "First off—"

"Here we go." Klaus laughed.

"Time travel is complicated, people."

"Yeah, we get it. Your job is so hard." Diego rolled his eyes, "Just— What?"

"Secondly..." He gestured between Y/n and him, "We no longer have the briefcase."

"Who is we?" Y/n asked, "I didn't lose it."

"Five..." Allison stood up as well, "Where the hell is the briefcase?"

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The group of seven walked down the park, leaves shaking with the wind.

"What are we doing?" Allison sighed.

Five shrugged, "Ruminating."

"Why is everyone staring at us?" Klaus questioned, looking back at all the people staring at them.

"Because we look like the damn village people just lost a fight." Diego scoffed, taking the hat from Klaus's head.

They broke out into a small fight over it, stumbling in to Y/n and she shoved them back.

Allison rolled her eyes, "You know what? I need to go find Claire. I will catch up with you guys later."

"Hey, Allison, no." Vanya called after her, "First, let's get somewhere safe, clean up those cuts, and then we'll go find her."

"Man, I hate those guys." Luther grimaced while eyeing an advertisement of the Sparrow Academy. "Look at 'em with their... stupid smug..."

"You can do it." Klaus nodded from behind him.

"Smug... smugness."

He sighed, "Keep working on it big guy. You'll land one, eventually."

"But honestly, what are we doing? We can't stand here bleeding out in this park."

"I don't know, but we better gear up fast before they come for round two."

"What makes you think they'll come after us?" Vanya inquired.

"Because I would."

"Yeah," Y/n winced, feeling her headache come back, "We did break into their house..."

"Our house." Vanya corrected.

"Still, we busted up all their nice antiques and shit."

"Yeah. I don't think the crime-fighting super nerds are gonna let that go."

"Let's just think of some place off the radar where we can lie low and not draw attention." Five suggested, glancing to Y/n as she held her head with her hand.

"What kind of weird-ass place are we not gonna draw attention?" Diego questioned and the group slowly turned to look at Klaus.

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authors note ;
i'm so happy this is back🤭🤭