Burning Up ~*~ [ THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY 2 ] [ FIVE x OC ]

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     Ivy walked out of the diner as she stared at her watch. She knew that today was the fourth time trying to find her family. She'd walk by the alley everyday, but she always waited in it for at least thirty minutes on the 15th of November. Michael walked out of the diner behind her, saying goodbye to a few people before catching up to Ivy. 

     "So, you gonna disappear and light some fires?" he asked, Ivy not answering him. "Hm, no answer. You're scared. Listen, if they haven't shown up the past three year, what makes you think-" 

     "Michael, sometimes it's better when you don't open your mouth," Ivy said, turning to face him. 

     "Right, sorry," he said, the two walking again. 

     "Look, I'll be back at your place tonight most likely. If I'm not, then you'll know someone showed up," she said, crossing her arms as they approached the alley. They both turned and walked in, Michael shoving his hands in his pockets. 

     "I'll keep your dinner in the fridge," he told her. 

     "Thanks," Ivy said, smiling back at him. Elliott was watching from the roof, and had his camera video taping her every move. 

     "And Ivy?" Michael asked, causing her to turn and raise an eyebrow at him. "Don't let the creep upstairs grab you." 

     "If he tries, I'll just light him on fire," she said, Michael smiling back at her. "Now get out." He nodded, jogging down the street again. Ivy turned and looked at her watch as she saw it was five seconds until 4:37. She watched the seconds hand go past twelve, and she looked up at the sky. For a minute, she waited there staring at the sky as she expected a vortex to open. She sighed when it didn't, then the door to the building in front of her opening, Ivy looking ahead to see the creepy man walking out. Or, as we all know and love him, Elliott. 

     "I-Ivy Hargreeves?" he asked, looking timid. 

     "Who's asking?" she asked, slowly getting in a ready stance to kick his ass. 

     "I've been watching you. You come to this alley every year on this day," Elliott said, creeping up to her slowly. 

    "Okay, you've got two seconds to explain before I lay out your creepy ass," Ivy said, slowly backing away. 

      "No! No! I know you're one of them! The aliens, from Area 51. Roswell," the man continued. Ivy's shoulders went down as she realized this man was just insane and delusional, and hadn't actually seen her family. 

     "You're just a lunatic," Ivy stated, slowly nodding as she let her arms fall. "Dammit, I can't believe I thought you could actually help." 

     "I-If you just come up to my place, I can explain," Elliott said, motioning for her to follow him. 

     "I'm good," Ivy said, turning to walk out of the alley. 

     "No, really! Just come with me and I can explain!" Elliott continued, going to pull her back to his apartment. Right as he grabbed her wrist, Ivy turned and grabbed him by the neck. She started to heat her hand up, panic flooding into Elliott's eyes. 

      "I said, 'I'm good'," Ivy spat at him. "Now don't make mad again." She threw him to the ground, Elliott gasping as he grabbed his neck. Ivy turned and rushed out of the alley way, going back to Michael's house. 

~The Frankel Footage~

     Ivy was stood on fifth street, staring at the house with the number "5" for the address. She had checked to make sure the family wasn't home, and they didn't own any pets. She had already broken in and moved out important looking things to the front yard, then the furniture and clothes to the back. She stood on the doorsteps, glancing around to see that no one was outside. She crouched down the porch, laying her hand on the wood. The fire started there, and slowly began to spread to the back of the house. It then moved to the sides, and grew bigger as Ivy concentrated more. Once it was enough to get attention, she turned and ran down the street. 

     She ran until she could hear sirens. When the sirens got closer and she saw the headlights, she started walking with her hands by her sides. She walked back to Michael's house, quickly rushing to her room in case he'd already turned on his TV. She was almost home free when his door creaked open. She stopped in her tracks, her body slowly turning to face him. She could hear the TV playing in his room, and saw the glow of the screen. He had his arms crossed, the two sitting in silence for a moment as the news reporter talked about the fire started on Fifth Avenue at house number 5. 

     "Again?" Michael asked. "No one showed up?" 

     "No," Ivy answered. "I'm beginning to think they aren't actually here." She turned and walked into her room, Michael sighing as he followed her. 

     "Ivy, I think... I think it's time to move on," he said, Ivy ignoring him like she always did. "It's time to find your dad, have him make you age again, and you can live your life. They way you never got to." 

     "That's the thing, Michael," Ivy said, turning to look at him. "I don't want to live my life if I can't have my family!" Michael stood up straight at her words, Ivy crossing her arms. "They're... They're all I have, and I can't do it without them. Vanya, Allison, Diego, Ben, Klaus, Five... The other one who complained about the moon for a week straight and got laid before the world ended." 

     "Luther?" 

     "Yeah, maybe," Ivy shrugged. "But... six of them are my siblings. Five is..." Ivy swallowed, not knowing how to define it. "I just can't do it without them. The last time I tried, I almost killed myself. And then I got super drunk all the time. Now everyday I spend wondering why they haven't found me or I haven't found them, the more that stupid voice in my head tells me that they don't want to be found. That they don't want me." 

     "Ivy, you know that's not true," Michael said, walking to her. 

     "But what if it is?" she asked. "What if Five stranded me for a reason? What if I'm the next one to cause the Apocalypse? W-What if they all know where I am and they're ignoring me for a reason? What if they've always hated me-" 

     "Ivy-" 

     "Clearly they've never even loved me because if they did they'd find me-" 

     "Ivy!" 

     "And Five would've been able to find a way back to me by now-" Michael finally cut her off by pressing his lips against hers, holding her face with his hands. Ivy didn't know what was happening at first, but once he pulled away she was looking up at him. "That was so gross, I'm like seventeen years older than you." 

     "You're stuck in a sixteen year old body, though," Michael said, Ivy furrowing her eyebrows at him. "So you're basically sixteen." 

     "I'm stuck in a fifteen year old body," Ivy corrected. "But I'm still thirty-four." 

     "You're really not," Michael said, chuckling slightly. He held her face with his right hand, Ivy staring up at him in confusion. "It's time to move on, Ivy." She swallowed, nodding slightly at the boy in front of her. 

     "You're right," she said, stepping away from him. "It's time to move on." She walked to the dresser, opening the sock drawer. She pulled out the syringe and vial, then grabbed the small bottle that held the mixture that would allow her to age again. She extracted some of it into the vial, staring at the mixture for a minute. She looked at Michael, who walked over to her. He took her hand, giving it a small squeeze. Ivy stuck the needle in one of her veins, biting her lip at the pinch. She pushed down as she watched the mixture disappear from the vial. She pulled the needle out, letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. 

     She set the vial down, Michael smiling at her again as Ivy knew this was the beginning to something new. 

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um chile anyways...

don't attack me for this one
but at least i updated the story :)

i hope you enjoyed. next update on monday!