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

T H R E E

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     Five walked into the television shop, rushing up the stairs as Elliott was eating cereal. Five was about to start talking when he saw the burn mark on Elliott's neck. 

     "I see you did meet Ivy," Five said, Elliott turning that way. "And where is she?" 

     "You expected me to get her in here alone?" Elliott asked. "She was going to kill me! She thought I was a predator!" 

     "Listen, you had one job. It was to get Ivy to stay. Why didn't you tell her it was me?" Five asked, walking towards Elliott. 

     "I-I don't even know who you are," Elliott responded. "B-But I do know who she hangs around with! This kid, I see him working at the grocery store all the time. Michael Renshaw. He's around your guys' age." 

     "She... another guy..." Five trailed off, shaking his head quickly. He needed to stay on track. The footage Hazel had given him. He needed it. He quickly scratched out the date, then turned to give it to Elliott. Long story short, Elliott was going to develop the film. 

     "Attention all units, we have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium," the police scanner said.

     "The hell is a code 3-15?" Five asked, turning to look at Elliott. 

     "Mmm, fugitives on the run," Elliott answered. 

     "Twenty-five patients still at large. Many are considered armed and dangerous."

     "Oh, Diego," Five muttered. 

     "Oh, who's Diego?" Elliott asked, looking up at Five. 

     "Imagine Batman, then aim lower," Five told him. "I was going to go to the grocery store, talk to that Michael kid, but... You get started on that film. I'll be back as soon as I can." Five then spatial jumped out, knowing exactly where Diego was going. 

~*~

     "Where are we going?" Ivy asked as Michael was pulling her down the street. 

     "Now that you're officially a fifteen year old that's allowed to grow up, you need a job," Michael said, pulling her into the grocery store. "And what better place to work than where I do?" 

    "Michael, I really appreciate the offer. I do. But I want to work at Stradtlers, take over the place within a year, and then open it to people of all colors, sexual orientations, everyone. Doesn't matter who you are, you're allowed inside." 

     "You'd run it into the ground. While I get that the future is much more open minded, and I'm still trying to get the hang of it for you, not a lot of other people will understand," Michael told her, a frown on his face. "Just take the job at the grocery store." 

     "Michael, I don't know that... Now that I can grow up, I don't know if I even want to stay in Dallas," Ivy said, turning to face him. "I've been living my life looking like this, and now that I can grow up I want to go places. In a few years, I can walk into a bar and they won't ask me for ID or immediately kick me out." 

     "But until you have enough money to do that, you need a job," Michael argued with her. "Come on, I'll show you around the store." 

     "I'm not going to enjoy this at all," Ivy said, following Michael through the aisles. 

     "You'll be fine," he told her. He gave her a tour of the store, then showed her the cash register where she would be working and checking out items. Basically, she sat there all day checking people out while Michael helped her with produce items that had special codes for them. By the time the day was over, Ivy was tired and wanted to eat and go to sleep. The two were walking back to his house, Ivy going slower than usual. 

     "God, is this what being sore feels like?" she asked, rubbing her sides. 

     "Did you not get sore before?" Michael asked. 

     "Not that I remember," Ivy shrugged. "I think in the morning I'm going to walk to the bakery a few blocks away and get some breakfast, you want anything?" 

     "Get back to me in the morning for that," Michael said. "For now, I was thinking we could stop by the ice cream parlor and get a little treat to celebrate you finally going through puberty." 

     "Yeah, so excited to get acne, mood swings, and finally start my period," Ivy said, her shoulders sagging in disappointment. "Bye-bye freedom, hello crimson tide." 

     "Yeah, that sucks," Michael chuckled, Ivy smiling with him. They turned down the street to the ice cream parlor, getting two cones for what they picked. "You know, if you want, I can get you enrolled in school." 

     "I already know more than half you tweenage sweat bags. I don't really want to spend my days with you," Ivy said, smiling over at Michael. 

     "Your loss," he said, holding up his hands in defense. "And you need to think of yourself as one of us now. One of those tweenage sweat bags." 

     "Yeah, but I'm smarter than you," Ivy said with a shrug. "Plus, I have super powers." 

     "Yeah, about those," Michael said, Ivy looking over at him. "I think you should put them away. You don't need them anymore, and they're dangerous." 

     "Okay, but they're apart of me. It's not like I already use them recklessly. And don't tell me about the fires because I saved the personal belongings from the homes that I burned," Ivy said, standing to face Michael. "You know what, I'm going back to the house." 

     "Ivy, you can't be in denial forever. You have to be normal at some point in your life," Michael argued, standing and following her down the street. 

    "God, normal isn't even in my vocabulary," Ivy scoffed, Michael trailing behind her. "I don't even know what normal is. I wouldn't even know what a normal teenager would do." 

     "I do," Michael said. He grabbed her wrist and turned her around, Ivy staring up at him. They locked eyes for a few seconds before leaning into each other. Their lips moved slowly, Ivy having to get on her toes to reach him. Once they pulled away, Ivy was the first to step back. She rushed back to the house without a word, Michael frowning as he knew getting her to open up was going to take time. 

~The Swedish Job~

     Ivy woke up the next morning, rolling out of bed to go to the bakery like she said she would. She got dressed in her 60's clothes that she actually liked better than her 2019 clothes. She walked to the bakery, humming songs to herself. She paid for bagels, muffins, and croissants before going across the street to get a coffee and go back to the house. 

     She thanked her cashier, then turned and started walking back to the house. She was sipping her coffee when she heard little boys cheering a guy on. She smiled as she saw the little boys first, seeing them so happy. She turned to look at who they were cheering, her heart stopping for a moment. She was about to call his name when he tripped over the curb. He stood up quickly as the boys didn't seem interested in him anymore, but Ivy took small steps forward. 

     "Luther?" she questioned. He turned around, the two seeing each other for the first time in a long time. 

      "Ivy?" Luther questioned. She dropped the bakery bag, then set her coffee down. She rushed to him and jumped up, Luther hugging her and keeping her suspended off the ground. 

     "I thought you were all dead," Ivy muttered. Luther set her down, looking confused. Before he could say anything about Five, she grabbed his wrists and started burning him. 

     "Ow! Ivy! What the hell was that for?!" Luther yelled, grabbing his burnt wrists. 

     "I've been holding that shit in for four fucking years, Curious George. That's for throwing water in my face and then holding me by my neck outside of my boyfriends bedroom window," Ivy snapped at him. Luther seethed as he held his wrists, looking at Ivy as she slowly picked up her coffee and the bakery treats. "Now, do you know where anyone else is?"

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IVY AND LUTHER HAVE BEEN REUNITED!!
i knew i wanted to start with luther
because we needed that sweet sweet revenge. 

and all will be revealed in good time :)
i hope you all enjoyed!