Z's POV

Five and I walked through the Commission building after being called to The Handler's office. We walked in silence and hardly looked at each other, because we hated each other's guts out, depending on the day. Entering The Handler's office, we sat in the chairs opposing her desk. Then she walked in. She was wearing a black dress that's poofy at the bottom.

"Five. Zero, here is your mission,"

"How come you're handing this one to us personally?" I asked, as The Handler handed Five a canister.

He opened it and began reading it. He handed it to me, and I read it. It was short and concise.

   Assassinate J.F.K.

"Because I want to see where allegiance lies,"

"All we have to do is make sure he is killed?" I asked.

"Yes, but if Lee Harvey Oswald does not follow through with his plan, we need you two to pull the trigger," she said, putting lipstick on and smacking her lips.

"Good, let's go," Five grumbled, standing up.

I followed him, and we walked down the long halls to our room. His combed back gray hair bounced up and down as he walked. He pushed the door open and didn't bother to hold it open for me.

Such an asshole.

"Five!" I shouted, impatient. "Damn it!"

He looked at our tiny cramped room, then at me. There were two beds, on the other side of the wall, and a small dresser in between. Five grabbed his book filled with equations and stuffed it into his suit pocket.

"We are making our move today," he shot at me as came over.

"If we are, then we can't forget this," I uttered, tossing a glass eyeball at him, that I had been holding onto.

He caught the eyeball and stuffed it into his pocket. He didn't say anything, but grumbled.

"For the record, I am only taking you back, so we can save the world and go on living our lives,"

"Good, that's all I want. I don't want to hang with your stupid ass,"

We walked out of our room, and to the briefcase room. We never spoke there, but only glared at eachother. We grabbed a briefcase and set the date.

November 22, 1963.

Five clicked the briefcase shut, and in a few seconds, it teleported us to the old days, behind a bar in Dallas, Tx.

"We've got an hour, you wanna?" I proposed, pointing to the bar entrance, as we walked out of the alley.

"Sure," Five responded, his tone ice cold.

We walked into the bar and sat down. There was some Irish music playing in the background. Five put the briefcase under the counter, both our feet protecting it. Knowing if we lost it, we would be killed. But what we were about to do, was either going to turn out horribly or result in death. So it couldn't be as bad dying at the hands of the Commission.

We ordered drinks and began drinking them, as soon as we got them.

We were silent and listening to people's conversations. Everybody was talking about how the president was coming into town, and how amazing it was. Little did they know why we were there.

For the rest of the hour, we sat in silence and didn't make eye contact. Once people began leaving the bar to see the president, we got up and left. We walked up a bridge, and to a small green patch behind a fence.

"Perfect view," Five announced, unlocking the briefcase that he had brought.

At first glance, it was a briefcase that men would take anywhere. But pulling the fake lid off, Five pulled a gun out and assembled it. He handed it to me and pulled another one out.

"So, we wait," I stated, positioning myself.

"Yup. And we jump back to 2019 right after J.F.K is killed," Five added, his tone still unchanging.

He looked at me before looking back through his gun scope. The cheering began, and we watched as cars drove down a lane. We caught sight of the president's car and aimed our guns. A shot rang out, and the president fell dead in his car.

Mission complete.

Five dropped his gun and pulled out Vanya's biography book. He then shut it, and pulled his fists together, making blue electricity appear. It was making us a portal to get out of here.

"It's working!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, of course, it is, I did the work!" Five yelled back.

"So did I!" I shot back, a bit angry that Five was taking all the credit.

He pulled the light portal bigger, and it began to make a portal. A portal, on which our home was on the other side. He continued to grow it, and I stood behind him. Just then a red fire extinguisher came flying through and landed with a clank.

"What the hell was that!" I yelled, watching the fire extinguisher.

"I don't know, but are you ready?" Five questioned.

I nodded, and he grabbed my hand. He jumped into the portal. Five were screaming, and so was I. It was like my body was changing and it wouldn't stop.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground. It was raining, and the ground was cold. I stood up and brushed myself off. I looked around to see where Five had gone, but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Who the hell are you?" a man in a black leotard, covered in knives asked me, spinning a knife in his hands.

"Five?" I shouted, not wanting to answer his question.

It was all I could muster before I was knocked out. I landed on the cold ground, unconscious.

Five's POV

I gripped Z's hand tightly, making sure we weren't separated in the portal. I pulled us through the portal. I screamed at the pain I was in, and I could hear Z's screams too. I came flying through the portal and landed on the ground. I stood up and saw my family looking back at me. Allison was holding onto Luther's hand, Diego was standing infront of Klaus and Vanya protecting them.

Holy shit. My family looks like shit. They always have.

"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?" Klaus asked, staring at me, cocking his head.

Diego had a smirk on his face, while everybody else was confused. Luther and Allison were holding hands like they always do, and Vanya gripping Klaus' hand for comfort. Diego was just standing there, being himself. 

I looked down at my clothes, confused by what they were saying. I was wearing an oversized suit coat and pants. I hadn't just time travel again, I had time traveled into my thirteen-year-old body.

Shit! The age regression!

"Shit," I muttered, after looking at my clothes and body.

I had just jumped back into my 13-year-old body and my family just looked at me in bewilderment.

"Z?" I asked, looking around, not seeing Z anywhere. I needed her. To blame her for the age regression equation.

They all cocked their heads, confused, before I stomped my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a cutting board and slammed it onto the table. Klaus was sitting on the table, and to the right was Diego. Luther was sitting in front of Diego. Vanya and Allison were sitting opposite them.

"What's the date? The exact date," I asked, walking over to get bread.

"The 24th," Vanya answered.

"Of what?" I asked, a bit annoyed.

"March,"

"Good,"

"So are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asked.

I didn't respond. Luther stood up and towered down over me.

"It's been 17 years,"

I scoffed, and told him, "It's been a lot longer than that."

I spatial jumped behind him to grab a bag of marshmallows. I made sure that the date was good, and they were at least fresh.

"I haven't missed that," Luther muttered.

"Where'd you go?" Diego questioned.

"The future, and it's shit by the way," I announced, and spatial jumped back to the bread.

"Called it," Klaus exclaimed, putting a finger in the air.

"We should've listened to the old man. You know jumping through space is one thing, but jumping through time is a toss of the dice,"

I grabbed peanut butter from the fridge and tried shutting it, but it didn't close, so I left the fridge half open, not having the urge to kick it shut.

"Nice dress," I muttered as I looked at Klaus.

He was shirtless and wearing a black skirt. He had a scarf around his neck that he was playing with.

"Oh, well, danke!" Klaus laughed, spinning the scarf in his hands.

"Wait, how did you get back? And who are we?" Vanya asked, confused.

"In the end, we had to project our consciousness forward in time into a suspended quantum state version of ourselves that exist across every possible instance of time," I explained while making my sandwich.

While I was explaining what happened, everybody gave each other confused looks. Obviously they weren't the brightest of my siblings. At least it was Z, who I traveled with to the future with, since she could actually do the math. Well, minus the age regression equation.

"That makes no sense," Diego muttered, still confused.

"Well it would if you were smarter," I shot back, smirking.

Diego stood up ready for a fight with me, but Luther put out his arm to stop him.

"How long were you there? And again. Who's we?" Luther pressed, getting back to Vanya's question.

"Forty-five years. Give or take. And we is somebody only Dad would remember,"

Luther and Diego sat back down. Thinking. They were always thinking.

"But Dad's dead. So what are you saying? You're 58?" Luther asked.

"Yes to Dad being dead. No. My consciousness is 58. Apparently, my body is now 13 again, and I hope. Just hope that Z kept hers," I corrected, muttering the last part so no one could hear.

I finished making my sandwich and turned around to eat it. I haven't eaten in a few days because I had been surviving on coffee, so that I could get the equations right.

"Wait, how does that even work?" Vanya asked, completely confused.

"Delores kept saying the equations were off, bet she is laughing now, and Z too. Promised Z the age regression equations were right," I muttered, taking a bit of my sandwich.

That's when I realized that I had done the age regression equations, not Z. I was to blame for it, but I was still going to scold Z for something. i would find something to blame her for. I walked back to the table and picked up a newspaper.

"Delores?" Vanya asked. "And Z?"

"Hmm, guess I missed the funeral," I said, dodging the question, again.

"How'd you know about that?" Luther asked.

"What part of the future do you not understand?"

Luther sat back and rolled his eyes, realizing his mistake.

"Heart failure, huh,"

"Yeah,"

"No,"

Luther and Diego said at the same time. I sat the newspaper down and began walking out of the kitchen. I was tired of listening to my siblings argue.

"Nice to see nothing's changed," I shouted out.

"Uh, that's it? That's all you have to say?" Allison asked, shocked.

"What else is there to say? The circle of life," I shot back, waving my hands in the air.

I walked up the stairs, and to my room. I pushed the door open and scoffed at the childish things that I had up on the walls. I opened my closet and stared at my uniforms. I pushed one aside to see if I had anything else, but there was nothing else.

"Ah, shit..."

I changed into my uniform and headed downstairs. I went into the living room and stared at the painting of me. Vanya walked in, and I turned around.

"Nice to know Dad didn't forget me. Read your book by the way. Found it in a library that was still standing. I thought it was pretty good, all things considered. Yeah, definitely ballsy, giving up the family secrets. Sure that went over well," I said, pacing around the room.

"They hate me," Vanya admitted.

"Oh, there are worse things that can happen,"

"You mean like what happened to Ben?"

"Was it bad?"

Vanya nodded, and I lowered my head.

"Who's Z? You never answered my question. You kept talking about this Z?" Vanya asked, coming back to her question that I refused to answer.

"Nobody you need to worry about," I immediately answered, not wanting to talk about Z.

"Are you sure? You seem to be addicted to Z, since you keep talking about Z,"

"Z? Pffh, she's just a friend. Like I said, nobody you need to worry about,"

Vanya nodded her head, and fiddled with her fingers. We stood there, when Luther walked in.

"Hey. We're having the funeral right now. It's raining, so you might want umbrellas," Luther suggested. "It's raining."

"Coming out,"

Vanya grabbed her coat, and a nearby umbrella. I didn't have anything, so I grabbed a umbrella from the rack and walked outside. I stood next to Klaus, who had a tiny clear umbrella that hardly covered his body. Diego had a coat on, but no umbrella, and same with Luther.

Are they insane?

"Did something happen?" Grace asked, smiling, not remembering what had happened.

"Dad died. Remember?" Allison asked, looking at Grace.

"Oh, yes of course," Grace said, her tone now full of sadness.

"Is mom okay?"

"Yeah. yeah, she's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge," Diego piped in.

Pogo walked up, and took his place next to Vanya and looked at Luther.

"Whenever your ready dear boy,"

Luther opened the can containing our father's ashes and poured them out onto the ground. Klaus made a face, and Luther looked up at everyone, a little embarrassed.

"Probably would have been better with some wind," he admitted.

"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo asked, looking at each one of us, before speaking. "Very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master, and my friend and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy..."

Pogo was interrupted by Diego, who was slightly pissed.

"He was a monster," Diego growled.

Klaus laughed and everyone looked at Diego. He was being an idiot, like he always was.

"He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him,"

"Diego," Allison warned, worried of what he might do.

"My name is Number Two! You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it," Diego shot back.

"Would anyone like anything to eat?" Grace asked, not understanding what was happening.

"No it's okay, Mom," Vanya shyly said.

"Oh, okay,"

"Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was," Diego said, stepping out of line.

"You should stop talking now," Luther warned.

"You know of all people should be on my side here, Number One,"

"I am warning you," Luther warned again, raising his voice.

I looked at Klaus. His little clear umbrella with a pink strip was hardly covering him. He had his finger in his mouth and looked nervous. He looked down at me and twisted his umbrella, smiling.

"After everything, he did to you. He had to ship you a million miles away!"

"Diego! Stop talking!"

"That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" Diego yelled back, shoving his finger into Luther's chest.

Luther began throwing punches, but Diego dodged them. They made contact several times and started fighting. Everyone backed up. Klaus put his arm in front of me and I slapped it away.

"Come on big boy!" Diego yelled, his excitement filling the rainy air.

Luther tried punching Diego, but Diego slipped under him and began hitting Luther's back.

"Stop it!" Vanya yelled.

"Hit him! Hit him!" Klaus yelled, encouraging the fight.

They continued to fight and punch. I saw Pogo scoff and walk inside. I turned back to watch the fight. Luther was beginning to get the upper hand and punched Diego in the chest.

"Get off me!" Diego yelled.

I knew the fight was going to go on for a while, so I headed inside.

"We don't have time for this," I grumbled, turning back.

I walked back inside, and set my umbrella down. I blinked to my room and sat on my bed. I pulled out the eye, and rubbed my fingers over it.

"Where the hell are you Z?" I asked myself, looking up at the ceiling, before blinking to the kitchen.

Diego's POV

I pulled a knife out and gripped it tightly.

"Diego! No!" Vanya yelled.

I threw the knife at Luther, cutting his arm. He grasped it, trying to stop the blood from coming out. Luther was panicking, and he walked himself back inside. Allison followed him, holding onto Grace's hand.

"You never know when to stop, do you?" Vanya asked, coming up to me.

"You got enough material for your sequel yet?" I asked, after a few seconds, making the situation as uncomfortable as possible.

"He was my father too," Vanya sighed, before also walking inside.

Everybody was gone. It was just me and Klaus. Just then, the same blue lightning storm that brought Five appeared again. I covered my eyes, shielding them from the blinding lights. This time a girl dropped out of it. She landed on the ground, also wearing oversized clothes. She stood up and looked like she was around Five's age, maybe. I didn't understand what the hell Five was trying to explain in the kitchen.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask.

She looked at me, before calling out Five's name. Without a second thought, I punched her in the face, knocking her out. She fell to the ground, and I towered over her.

"Diego! You hit a girl!" Klaus yelled, shocking me.

I didn't think he would still be here, but he was.

"Yeah. Felt like it, but she trespassed, why are you still here stoner boy?" I responded, picking her up, and slinging her over my shoulder.

Klaus looked at me, as I headed inside. He smirked, and I flipped him off. The girl was light and wet. I quickly headed to my room, and I was so close to making it to my room when Five walked past me.

"Diego,"

"Five,"

He was looking down, but then as I passed him, he turned around. I turned around and faced him. He was scary, even though he was thirteen years old.

"Diego...Who's that?" he pressed.

"I... uh..."

"Diego?" he asked, a bit angry.

"I don't know, she dropped out of the sky like you did,"

Five took a second, before walking over to me. He raised his hand and slapped me across the face.

"What did you do to her?" He asked, impatiently.

"I punched her in the face. She trespassed,"

"You little shit, you are such an idiot aren't you," he said, grabbing the girl.

"Umm. Do you know her?" I asked.

"What does it look like?" he shot back.

"Who is she?"

"Her name is Z and she is Number Zero of the Umbrella Academy, the one I was talking about. The one who I was with in the apocalypse," Five admitted.  "Get it? Got it? Good."

I stood there, shocked. We had another sister? Shit. But before I could say anything, Five spatial jumped away.

"Just Z?" I asked, confused by her name. "No, I don't get it..."

Five's POV

I laid Z on my bed and stepped back. She was wet, and probably going to get hypothermia from the oversized, drenching clothes.

"Shit," I muttered.

I didn't know how to wake her up. She was never unconscious, like ever. I began shaking her shoulders and then picked up a book. I opened it and then slammed it shut. She immediately woke up and sat up, almost punching me in the face.

"Holy Shit! What was that for?" she asked.

"Z..."

"Five... What happened?" she asked, glaring at me.

"We time travel again, but got separated in time. Just an hour apart I guess,"

"You guess! You said that you got the equations right!" she yelled.

"Okay. Okay, okay you were right.