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What: Five being Five and also done with having a child body, so he does something stupid about it.
Where: Umbrella Academy House.
When: End of S2 but ignoring the last 5 minutes of episode 10.
Warnings: Again, Five being Five.
Who: Five + anyone foolish enough to walk into the hot mess that is his life
A ] Nothing surpasses the beauty and elegance of a bad idea.
[ From ceiling to floor, the walls of Five's old room are covered with equations. They're not the ones Luther found him writing a month ago -For Luther that happened a year and a month ago, time travel is funny like that- but new ones that Five keeps adding daily. Allison, bless her motherly heart, mentioned something about Claire drawing on the walls when she was a toddler, and yesterday a huge, movable chalkboard had found its way into Five's room.
Klaus had been half right when he accused him of being addicted to the Apocalypse. His fixation wasn't interest in the End of The World on itself but the by-product of an obsessive mind that needed something to focus on. After 45 years with a clear goal in mind, spending decades thinking of ways of going back, to save his family, Five has no contingency plan, no idea what to do now that doomsday has been adverted. Some days he still can't believe it and most nights he doesn't want to fall sleep fearing that he will wake up with the taste of ashes in his mouth and the smell of burning flesh in the air, back in the remains of the library.
And yet, it looks like this time the apocalypse had been stopped for good. The Temps Commission, now under new management, is happy to leave the Hargreeves alone, lest they piss them off and people starts getting murdered. Vanya has better control of her powers and seems happier than before. It's good, not perfect, but more peace and happiness than Five ever dreamed to have. More than he ever thought he deserved.
Naturally, it's driving him a little insane.
Because things just don't go well in his life or with his family, and he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Shortly after they all came back from Dallas, Five had crashed and he spent the next 2 days sleeping like a brick. It was really embarrassing and only reminded him of how inconvenient it was to be stuck in a child's body that is nowhere near as durable as his older one. And that was when a new obsession and the equations started.
See, Five has a theory. One that he didn't bother to share with his siblings because they wouldn't understand anyway and there is no point in worrying them unnecessarily. Said theory is based on the idea that his powers had, so far, allowed him to travel through time but it stands to reason that the opposite could happen and he would be able to move time through him instead. Case in point: Child's body that shouldn't be here, yet somehow is, while his mind is the one of an adult.
Finding the right equation to use and apply it to his power is tricky because if he messes things up, he can go overboard and age too much too quickly and kill himself in the process. Quantum Physics are a pain in the ass but not as much as having to go through puberty a second time, or dealing with old ladies that call him 'darling' and then try to pat his head. So there goes nothing. Once he is 99'98% sure that he has the right equation, Five shifts his wrist and concentrates, a familiar blue light surrounding first his hands and then the rest of his body.
It's a different sensation from time traveling or spatial jumping. For starters, it hurts a whole lot more. His head feels like it's being split in two and there are bulls doing the merengue on his grey matter. His muscles burn and there's no air in his lungs when he tries to take a deep breath, chest seizing up as if he's drowning. Small drops of sweat run down his temple and neck. It feels as if he's an elastic cord, the tension growing exponentially until the stress is too much and something has to snap. His bones are melting and reshaping and Five hears his clothes rip and tear as his vision goes blurry.
All that, he had anticipated.
The door of his room exploding, not so much.
Oops. ]
Klaus had been half right when he accused him of being addicted to the Apocalypse. His fixation wasn't interest in the End of The World on itself but the by-product of an obsessive mind that needed something to focus on. After 45 years with a clear goal in mind, spending decades thinking of ways of going back, to save his family, Five has no contingency plan, no idea what to do now that doomsday has been adverted. Some days he still can't believe it and most nights he doesn't want to fall sleep fearing that he will wake up with the taste of ashes in his mouth and the smell of burning flesh in the air, back in the remains of the library.
And yet, it looks like this time the apocalypse had been stopped for good. The Temps Commission, now under new management, is happy to leave the Hargreeves alone, lest they piss them off and people starts getting murdered. Vanya has better control of her powers and seems happier than before. It's good, not perfect, but more peace and happiness than Five ever dreamed to have. More than he ever thought he deserved.
Naturally, it's driving him a little insane.
Because things just don't go well in his life or with his family, and he's waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Shortly after they all came back from Dallas, Five had crashed and he spent the next 2 days sleeping like a brick. It was really embarrassing and only reminded him of how inconvenient it was to be stuck in a child's body that is nowhere near as durable as his older one. And that was when a new obsession and the equations started.
See, Five has a theory. One that he didn't bother to share with his siblings because they wouldn't understand anyway and there is no point in worrying them unnecessarily. Said theory is based on the idea that his powers had, so far, allowed him to travel through time but it stands to reason that the opposite could happen and he would be able to move time through him instead. Case in point: Child's body that shouldn't be here, yet somehow is, while his mind is the one of an adult.
Finding the right equation to use and apply it to his power is tricky because if he messes things up, he can go overboard and age too much too quickly and kill himself in the process. Quantum Physics are a pain in the ass but not as much as having to go through puberty a second time, or dealing with old ladies that call him 'darling' and then try to pat his head. So there goes nothing. Once he is 99'98% sure that he has the right equation, Five shifts his wrist and concentrates, a familiar blue light surrounding first his hands and then the rest of his body.
It's a different sensation from time traveling or spatial jumping. For starters, it hurts a whole lot more. His head feels like it's being split in two and there are bulls doing the merengue on his grey matter. His muscles burn and there's no air in his lungs when he tries to take a deep breath, chest seizing up as if he's drowning. Small drops of sweat run down his temple and neck. It feels as if he's an elastic cord, the tension growing exponentially until the stress is too much and something has to snap. His bones are melting and reshaping and Five hears his clothes rip and tear as his vision goes blurry.
All that, he had anticipated.
The door of his room exploding, not so much.
Oops. ]
B] I walk around like everything is fine, but deep down inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.
[ Once the screaming, the yelling and the 'are you out of your fucking mind????' accusations had died down, and there had been a lot of those, Five is left trying to adjust to his new body.
It's still a little younger than he should be, much closer in looks to his siblings than his actual age, but he had tried to be cautious with the change and not age himself too far. Part of him, even if Five doesn't want to admit out loud, likes the idea of fitting in more with his family. The body seems to be fully functional, all his limbs are responding as they should, his powers working just fine and the headache of the first 3 hours is now gone.
Five has only stared at his face in the mirror briefly, trying to decide if he needed to shave and then not bothering with it. He didn't really pay attention to how he actually looks like, more concerned with finding clothes that fit him because the uniform doesn't anymore, thanks all the gods he doesn't believe in. The idea of checking for anything useful in Luther or Allison's closets is quickly discarded, the clothes too big or too colorful for his linking.
Diego's wardrobe is mostly all black, which suits Five just fine, but it isn't perfect either. The sweaters are nice but the sleeves are a tad too long and the open collar leaves part of Five's collarbone and the curve of his shoulder visible. He refuses to wear the turtlenecks on principle, so this is still a step up over walking around the house covered with a towel. Beggars can't be choosers. The pants, however, are a no-go. Too tight in some places and too loose in others, and overall too long. Five might have an older body and longer legs now but it looks like he will never really be properly tall.
In an act of pure desperation, while wearing one of Diego's old black sweaters that is surprisingly comfortable, Five checks Klaus' room next. It's either trying his brother's clothes or Vanya's, and Five actually respects her privacy enough to leave her room alone. ]
It was easier to find clothes in the Apocalypse. [ The man grumbles while holding a pair of leather pants. They're clean and they're his size but they're also leather pants.
Five tosses them into the pile of clothes already present on top of the bed. He finds a skirt next, that he's pretty sure belonged to Allison at some point, and actually gives it some thought before putting it back where he found it. In the end, Five slips into a pair of skinny low-rise jeans, frowning down at them when they still leave his belly button exposed. The sweater should cover it but it still feels weird when he walks. ]
How does he even move in these!?
It's still a little younger than he should be, much closer in looks to his siblings than his actual age, but he had tried to be cautious with the change and not age himself too far. Part of him, even if Five doesn't want to admit out loud, likes the idea of fitting in more with his family. The body seems to be fully functional, all his limbs are responding as they should, his powers working just fine and the headache of the first 3 hours is now gone.
Five has only stared at his face in the mirror briefly, trying to decide if he needed to shave and then not bothering with it. He didn't really pay attention to how he actually looks like, more concerned with finding clothes that fit him because the uniform doesn't anymore, thanks all the gods he doesn't believe in. The idea of checking for anything useful in Luther or Allison's closets is quickly discarded, the clothes too big or too colorful for his linking.
Diego's wardrobe is mostly all black, which suits Five just fine, but it isn't perfect either. The sweaters are nice but the sleeves are a tad too long and the open collar leaves part of Five's collarbone and the curve of his shoulder visible. He refuses to wear the turtlenecks on principle, so this is still a step up over walking around the house covered with a towel. Beggars can't be choosers. The pants, however, are a no-go. Too tight in some places and too loose in others, and overall too long. Five might have an older body and longer legs now but it looks like he will never really be properly tall.
In an act of pure desperation, while wearing one of Diego's old black sweaters that is surprisingly comfortable, Five checks Klaus' room next. It's either trying his brother's clothes or Vanya's, and Five actually respects her privacy enough to leave her room alone. ]
It was easier to find clothes in the Apocalypse. [ The man grumbles while holding a pair of leather pants. They're clean and they're his size but they're also leather pants.
Five tosses them into the pile of clothes already present on top of the bed. He finds a skirt next, that he's pretty sure belonged to Allison at some point, and actually gives it some thought before putting it back where he found it. In the end, Five slips into a pair of skinny low-rise jeans, frowning down at them when they still leave his belly button exposed. The sweater should cover it but it still feels weird when he walks. ]
How does he even move in these!?
