Title:Entwined

Disclaimer: I don't know the Umbrella Academy

Summary: The first time Five disappeared, they were thirteen. Since then she was losing count of the times he came and left. Good thing she was writing it down. Vanya/Five, Mature

My heart is entwined around yours...

17 years ago

The moment number Five stabbed the knife to the table by his side and confronted their father about time travelling was the day, Vanya would never forget.

He had been talking about his wish to push his abilities to a new level for months now. It was obvious that because he was someone who's ability seemed limitless at times since he could get to any room or any place he wanted, he wanted to push the limits further to reach an imaginary top, greatness, the absolute end where not even his powers could reach. Until then...he wouldn't be satisfied.

Vanya listened to his rambling like a good sister and friend long after the others found the topic boring and overrated leaving only her to become his sole advisor and confident in the matter. Even if she herself would never dare to do such a rebellious thing as time travelling, the way Five got all excited and hyped about it made it seem like the most incredibly adventure he would one day go on.

He did his calculations and worked endlessly on the topic only to finally gather the confidence to speak about it with their father. Despite the endless talks Vanya had with Five about the topic the moment their father started to bring the theory down with threats of Five's safety, her faith in Five started to shatter to the point that when he looked at her she shook her head having a gut wreaking feeling inside her that this was maybe the last time she ever saw him.

As he stormed out of the room, she found out she was right...in a way.

March 16th 2003

Fourteen year old Vanya was in her room practicing her violin like every afternoon as her brothers and sister were out on a mission somewhere in the city. Since she once again wasn't included into the conversation, she didn't know much about it, just that they would probably come home sooner than last time when they went to Paris.

During her practice she was usually accompanied by their Mom, but today not even she showed up most likely still having to clean up the chemistry room, where her siblings were learning how to defuse a bomb yesterday. It went rather successfully until it was Klaus's turn or so she heard Diego and Ben discuss as they passed her room.

She kept her eyes on the music sheet even if she wasn't paying much attention to it. By this point she knew the song by hand, but she didn't have it in her to turn the page over. More and more she was feeling like she was losing her grip on life and lonely. She overheard her siblings were planning to sneak out outside the other day, but so far no one came to ask her to come. She suspected they wouldn't as she once caught them all returning to their rooms after they were out. They also didn't ask her then. She felt a stabbing pain of betrayal which caused her to miss a tune a bit before she returned to it. Her fingers ached, but she carried on. Her father told her she would never achieve a successful carrier as a musician after her practise. She didn't say a word, didn't even cry probably because of the extra pill she took in advance. She knew he would bring her down somehow and hurt her. It was precaution. She took the pills to numb the feelings which were tearing her apart and she used the small box hidden under her mattress to feel something which wasn't connected to the feelings of sadness and loneliness.

It was that moment that she felt someone's eyes on her watching her play. She assumed it was Mom who finally found the time to come.

It offered her a small condolence and she felt herself smiling even if just a bit before she finished the song.

She turned around to ask her how it was only to freeze in place as shock washed over her.

'F-five,' she breathed out watching her long-lost brother standing in the doorway watching her with that memorable smirk of his. He was wearing the same uniform as before but he looked...taller? Yes, a little bit taller and his eyes looked tired...very tired.

'You've didn't grew up much, but it's good to know you got better in the violin,' he said with a certain confidence which was just so him it made her heart speed up.

He was back...

She chuckled all the sadness disappearing from her heart before she quickly put the bow and the violin on the bed.

As she turned around to run to him, he was already in front of her pulling her into a tight and warm embrace something Vanya haven't felt in ages if ever. They never hugged before. Usually their interactions were filled with words occasional touch of the hand in comfort if father once again brought her down. They never hugged and their touches were usually brief and soft like a bird's feather not so soul crushing, intense and completely filled with...care.

Vanya closed her eyes pushing her hands around him to return the contact trying to burn the feeling of someone touching her like this, caring so much for her into her brain for every time she would ever fill lonely or worthless ever again.

'I missed you,' he whispered, his voice was soft, much softer than she ever heard him before. Five was never down. Not the way the rest of them could be brought down by their father. If he ever made a comment about Five's abilities, skills, or knowledge, Five just replied with an annoyed or irritated remark. Yet, now he sounded...so emotional and broken, Vanya didn't know what to do about it. She didn't know how to fix himself let alone someone else so she just hugged him back as tightly as she could hoping it would be enough.

'Where did you go?' she asked after what felt like an eternity feeling the absence of his body pressed against her own as he leaned away, but kept his arms on her shoulders, 'To the future...it's not good.'

He sounded so strange and he looked different. She didn't notice before, but now she did. Now she could see that he was different. Very different. Why was he so different? His eyes...his eyes weren't his own...they felt old.

She was confused when he brushed her shoulder, 'I'm sorry for leaving. I'm so sorry, Vanya.'

She forced herself into a smile even though with the emotions she was feeling now she wasn't sure if it wasn't an ugly grimace, 'It's alright, you're back, you came-'

'I can't stay,' he said firmly knocking the air out of her.

'No,' she whispered feeling the emotions getting the better of her. She felt wrecked all over again.

No, no, please don't leave me. I will be all alone.

'Five,' she said softly looking into his eyes, she wanted to beg him not to leave. She wanted to tell him to say, or take her with her. Anything which would get him not to leave her alone again. She was desperate. She was all alone in this big house and she missed him. He was the only person she had left and he abandoned her again and was planning to do so again.

She closed her eyes painfully before she stepped away from him from his touch with brought her hope, 'Alright. Go.'

'Vanya-'

'Go! Leave! Just get out!' she snapped feeling a large bump inside her throat causing her eyes to water. She turned around breathing hard and trying to control the tears which wanted to go out.

'Shit,' she heard Five curse but she didn't look at him. She was done. She was done being overlooked and always left abandoned and behind like a piece of overused furniture. She was done! If he wanted to leave, if anyone wanted to leave fine. Just leave her all alone!

She felt tears running down her cheeks. Everyone always left her. He left her once before what was once more? She could take it...she was too ordinary anyway, too unimportant, just too...nothing to have anyone care for her.

She felt his hand gripped hers and his breath on the back of her neck, 'I'll be back. I will be back, alright? I...I promise. Just...just wait please, hold on, and know...know that I...'

She blinked a couple of tears away feeling the pain in her heart spreading by each word. Did he mean it? Did he really promise he would come back? Did he really want her to wait?

'Fuck it,' he said and spun her around pulling her into another tight embrace, 'I care, alright? I care for you.'

His hand went to her hair and he buried his fingers inside it while she pressed her face against his shoulder, 'I miss you...I'm so alone.'

'I know, I know, Vanya, but I promise,' he leaned away and brushed the tears away. When did Five became so soft?

'I'll be back...just wait for me,' he told her before he let her go, and she felt that if he slapped her it would hurt less.

'I need to go,' he said checking the watch on his hand, 'I'll be back, alright?'

She nodded not trusting herself to speak and watched as once again he left this time through a blue light which disappeared in a second.

She rushed to the hallways but he was gone. He was gone again.

Vanya touched her cheek where his fingers stoke away her tears. He was real, right? He really came back and left?

She covered her face to bury her cry which once again spread from her eyes. Why did she let him? Why didn't she ask him about where/when he was? Why didn't she talk to him more? Why...?

'Vanya, are you alright, dear?' asked Grace suddenly and Vanya tore he hands from her face, 'I...?'

'Did something happen?' asked her mom coming close to her looking alarmed by her tears.

Vanya quickly brushed the rest of them away, 'No, I...I'm sorry, mom. It's nothing.'

Her mom softly touched her cheek brushing it before she pulled out a tissue. Her touch was different to Five's.

'Here you go.'

Vanya took it and blew her nose while her mother kept her hand on her shoulder, 'Perhaps would you like to help me with dinner today? It always seems to lighten up your mood when we cook.'

The girl looked at her and nodded, 'Thanks, mom.' She didn't like to cook. She didn't like how her fingers smelled of onion no matter how much soup she used to wash them. Also the food never gave her pleasure when she knew she helped with it. But she didn't tell her this, because cooking with Grace meant she could keep her company, and that was enough for her to agree. Being with someone, anyone really and doing anything was enough for Vanya to agree to anything even to wait for seemingly unknown amount of time for someone who made her cry and hugged her making her feel like she wasn't nothing for the first time in a year...

'Maybe take a pill? You look a bit upset,' said her mom and she nodded listening to her. The pill pushed the tears away along with all everything else.

That night when she hears someone in the hallways probably Luther telling the others to be quiet as they sneak out of their room, Vanya sat up on her bed and went to her desk. She pulled out a black notebook and a pen.

She wrote down the date and time as best as she could remember.

Number Five came back today. He said he couldn't stay and that he would come back.

She stopped there, not wanting to write down about the hug or that he said he missed her. She wanted to keep that to herself.

She closed the notebook and hid it under her bed making sure it wouldn't be sticking out. She momentarily stopped as she realized it was right next to her box. She thought she would use it before when she realized the others would go without her, but now...she wasn't so sure.

She lied back down. Even if she knew it was silly and impossible, it was like the spot where the notebook was hidden was warm.

She fell asleep in seconds.

A.N: So...yeah, I sort of postponed the Cabin because I got stuck on one part and I can't move, but here is something I was also planning since well today when I was up in 3 a.m because my BF was snoring again T_T I couldn't fall asleep for the looongest of time and just decided this would be a good idea for F/V fic, so here it is :D

Anyway, I am not sure what will come out of this, but I have this sort of a general idea that Five would come back to Vanya every once in a while over the years. His comings and goings will be explained in the future of course. For now enjoy and let me know what you think :)