The Flood // the umbrella academy [Klaus]

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*Present day*

"I guess we should get this started."

There it was. That one poignant voice that haunted her memories. Bea turned her head sharply to the left, towards the living room. She could hear other voices from within the room, so she assumed they had all convened together. Seems like Luther has erased me from the family completely.

"So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown." Luther continued. "Say a few words, just at Dad's favourite spot."

"Dad had a favourite spot?" Allison asked.

"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit there all the time. None of you ever did that?"

"Am I invited?" Stepping into the room, all eyes turned towards the new voice, seeing in its place the beautiful redheaded woman. A few gasped once they had realised that the woman in the doorway was their long-lost sister; only aged ten years. Allison stood from where she was perched with a shocked look on her face.

"Bea?" Allison asked, tentatively, as if she couldn't believe her estranged sister was standing in the doorway. Bea had always loved Allison. Growing up, the latter always shared her beauty tips with Bea and they would sometimes perform karaoke numbers together – when free time was permitted, of course. Allison had certainly earned the title of 'sister'.

On hearing Bea's name, a head of messy black hair suddenly popped up from behind the bar. Klaus. He looked towards Allison. "Did you just say 'Bea'?" Quicker than lighting, his head whipped towards the doorway, eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. Bea smiled, her face genuine and warm, and that was the only cue Klaus needed to rush over and encase her in his arms. His hug seemed stiff at first, only for a millisecond, as if he were expecting to run straight through her form. Once he realised that she was, in fact, real he relaxed and breathed her in. "I've missed you."

Bea hugged him back with equal enthusiasm, tears springing to her eyes. "I've missed you too." Klaus pulled back, holding her at arm's length and looked deeply at her, seemingly memorising the details of her face. As Bea looked into his eyes, the realisation of his state hit her like a freight train. He's high. As she focused on the thin sheen of sweat covering his skin, as well as his enlarged pupils, the guilt overwhelmed her - but she tried not to let it show on the outside. I should've been there for him; I should've looked harder. If I'd found him earlier maybe he wouldn't have done this to himself again...

"Oh, I know! I'll get you a drink." Klaus let her go and bounced over to the bar, creating some sort of Frankenstein cocktail for his former sweetheart. As he did so, Bea looked back into the room. Ignoring Luther's disbelieving stare, she made her way over to Allison and hugged her tightly. As she moved to sit next to Vanya, Diego spoke up.

"What, no hug for me?"

Bea chuckled fondly. "I thought you were 'too cool for hugs'?"

As Diego embraced her, he muttered, "When did I ever say that?"

"Only every time I tried to hug you when we were kids."

Pulling back, Bea smiled at Diego – a smile that he returned – and started to make her way back over to the sofa. "Vanya."

"Bea."

"Are you going to stand up so I can hug you, or what?"

With slight hesitancy, Vanya stood and hugged her old friend. Their relationship had always been interesting. Bea was a happy soul as a child and tried to be friends with all of the Hargreeves siblings. Unfortunately, due to Vanya's childhood illness and Reginald's strict regimes, the two never had much alone time together to bond. However, every chance Bea had to be kind to Vanya she took. Even after Vanya's book was published – which did share some choice words about Bea – no resentment was ever held.