My eyes were glued to the small pan filled with an abundance of golden scrambled eggs that Luther was currently cooking on top of Elliot's oven. I knew the man was basically built like an ape and he had super-strength, but that seriously seemed a bit excessive, even for him.

"No, no, no," Diego said. "I don't understand. They keep following me."

"Wait, who?" Luther asked. I still couldn't stop looking at the food. I mean, he could probably feed a whole family with the amount he was making.

"Those Dutch sociopaths," Diego replied.

"They're Swedish, you idiot," Five remarked. "Hired guns laid to eradicate us before we do any more damage to this timeline."

"This would be the second timeline I screwed up then," I spoke up. Five turned to me with a confused expression until I gave him an explanation. "I might have changed a few things in my original timeline by accident."

"You're lucky it didn't affect the future," Five scolded me.

"I know, I know," I sighed.

"Why are those Swedes after us now?" Diego asked, bringing back the previous topic of our conversation. He snapped his fingers and shook his head in annoyance. "I mean, I'm fine for three months until you showed up."

"Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me," Luther added.

"I'm sure you gave them plenty of reasons not to," I remarked quietly.

"Even if it was my fault, which it isn't," Five stated. "We only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyone's gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate."

Luther looked up from his food suddenly. "Well.. that's not exactly true," he said.

"What do you mean?" Five asked.

"I saw him," Luther said. He went on to explain to us how he took a bus from Dallas, Texas, to Reginald Hargreeves' future Umbrella Academy building. Luther explained how he crashed his Dad's event in an attempt to tell him that he was his future son, but the old man didn't believe any word he told him.

My eyes rolled as I smirked. "That's really embarrassing for you."

Diego nodded in agreement. "Pathetic."

"Well, he doesn't even know who you are," Luther replied. I faked a hurt frown. Sarcasm was clearly evident in my expressions. "And, at least he didn't shank my ass."

Diego shook his head as he placed his hand over his chest. "No, bro, he shanked your heart."

Elliot walked into the kitchen and stared at Luther. "Is that my.. bathrobe?" he asked hesitantly. I felt bad all of a sudden. We were all crashing at his house and using all of his things.

Luther looked him dead in the eyes as he lied, "No.."

"Look, who cares what he shanked?" Five spoke up. "He knows something about time travel."

"Um.. wait," Elliot interrupted. He held his hand up as if he were a student in class. "Why don't you just do your thing, and just time travel us out?"

Five stood up and walked over to the other side of the kitchen. "Anyone care to explain?"

I perked up. "Oh, I got this one," I said in excitement. I cleared my throat as I did my best Reginald Hargreeves impression, "'A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn'."  Five turned around to face me with a cup of coffee in his hand. It was my secret brew that I had made earlier. "Basically, Five went into the ice and never acorn-ed."

Five's eyebrows raised slightly as he nodded. "Lexa, you've done it again. I like you more everyday," he exclaimed. I smiled sheepishly and glanced away. Then, he turned his attention back to the man, who had originally asked. "Basically, I've miscalculated any long distance jump I've ever made. Anymore questions, Elliot?"

"Uh.. no," Elliot said, shaking his head no.

"You're all missing the big picture," Diego stated. "Dad is the ringleader of a sinister cabal thats planning to kill the president."

"Has anyone else noticed Diego's strange obsession with Kennedy?" I asked, my eyes glancing around the room.

Luther's brows furrowed. "A cabal?" He repeated cluelessly.

"Diego's JFK is basically the equivalent to Luther's moon," Five remarked, rolling his eyes.

I chuckled and nodded in agreement, while Luther appeared offended. "Seriously? I'm over it, guys!"

"Sure you are," I replied sardonically.

"Ignore him," Five stated, talking about Luther. "Look, the way I see it, we only have one option."

"Oh, yeah?" Luther asked. "And what's that?"

"It's time to get the Umbrella Academy back together," Five told us.

"Wow," I breathed. "I really thought you were gonna say that we need to kidnap Reginald.. but that plan is way better than what I had in mind."

"Christ, kid, you were nowhere close," Diego spoke up. "I mean, it's not the worst idea though."

"We were definitely not on the same wavelength this time," Five chuckled.

"Family meeting," Diego said with a smirk. He nodded his head slowly. "Hell, yeah!"

"Okay, then," Luther sighed as he shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Can one of you get Allison, please?"

"You two still a thing?" Diego asked. He had a small, suspicious smile on his lips. There was an awkward silence in the room now. Luther refused to answer the question, instead he just continued eating. "Do we need to talk?"

"No," Luther said. "She's married."

"Whoa, dude," Diego breathed. He didn't really seem to surprised, just kind of embarrassed for Luther.

"That's rough, buddy," I added.

"I can handle it," Luther said. It sounded like he was trying to assure himself more than us.

"I'll get her," Five stated with a sigh. He was completely uninterested in Luther's failure of a love life. I didn't blame him though. I think we all felt the same way. Plus, Luther and Allison's short lived relationship was weird. They are siblings after all, adopted or not. "Can you get Vanya without squeezing her to death?" Five asked Luther.

Luther's face dropped. "I'll try," he replied stoically.

"Great," Five remarked. He turned to me. "I'll be right back."

"Wait!" Elliot exclaimed. Five had already teleported though, so he turned back to us. "Uh, what should I do?"

"Prepare for company," Diego said with a knowing smirk. I don't think Elliot knows what he's getting himself into with having the whole Hargreeves family here.

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"Ya'll know, jello used to be a delicacy," Elliot spoke up.

"Who?" I asked.

"Jello..?" Elliot repeated.

"Oh right.. jello," I said. I had never had jello in my whole life, nor have I ever even seen it until now. I'm not really sure if anyone has ever decided to make jello for dessert at a gathering, but I was in the sixties currently with an awkward man.. I wasn't gonna judge.

"You know, in order to make it, you gotta boil down a whole mess of hooves," Elliot explained. My eyes tore away from the white goo that Elliot called jello. I glanced up at Diego who was playing with his knife. Vanya and Luther seemed thoroughly uninterested as well. "You know, horses, cows, pigs, it doesn't matter."

"Is that what you did, Elliot?" I asked him with a worried expression on my face. "You boiled down hooves just to make this jello?"

"Well, no. I had this pre-made in my refrigerator," he replied.

"That is really concerning," I said with wide eyes staring at the jello again. It was starting to freak me out the longer I looked at it.

Elliot's smile faltered slightly until he went back to discussing the history of jello, "Anyway, not everybody has a mess of hooves just lying around." I wasn't sure what was weirder: his like towards the food itself or the fact that he knows the history behind it. "It wasn't until a couple of sassy New Yorkers figured out how to dry it out so that the rest of us could have a chance to enjoy this ambrosia."

This one-sided conversation was so painful to sit and listen through.

"If we have some, will you shut up?" Diego asked.

"Maybe," Elliot replied. I wasn't surprised. "Here." He began to serve each of us jello. The rainbow goo plopped down in the glass cups he had set up. It made squishy noises that made me cringe and feel very uncomfortable. Just looking at the disgusting food made me nervous for some reason.

"How you feeling?" Luther asked Vanya. His face was pale as he looked away from the dessert. Luther seemed to terrified by the thought of it as well.

"Pretty shitty, to be honest," Vanya replied. Her tone and expression were both void of any emotion besides misery.

As much as I wanted to look away from the food, I just couldn't tear my eyes off of it. I began to panic slightly. My fingers tapped along my thigh out of nervousness. "Why isn't it moving? Isn't jello supposed to shake or something?" I whispered. Diego kind of half shrugged. "Oh god, I think I have jangelaphobia."

"Where would you say you are on a scale from one to ending all life on this planet?" Diego asked Vanya. He was flipping his knife in the air and catching it with his hand.

"Really?" Vanya remarked. It was kind of a low blow, but I understood why Diego asked.

"Diego, put the knife away, you idiot," Luther told him. His voice was hushed in an attempt to not let Vanya hear, but she was sitting directly next to him. "She's fine."

"Here you go." Elliot passed me a glass cup of his jello. I hesitantly took it out of his hands. My eyes never left the stiff food. "Let me know what you think." I smiled weakly at the weird dessert.

"The last time I saw this one, she had me suspended midair sucking the life out of me with energy tentacles," Diego said. His brown eyes narrowed at his sister. "I think I'm allowed a little time to process."

"Oh, I would love to see an energy tentacle," Elliot spoke up in excitement. I just shook my head at him. It might be cool to see but it sure didn't feel good when you were the one being attacked by it. "Alexa, have you tried the jello yet?"

"Um, no, not yet," I replied. I really didn't want to eat any of this. I just felt bad for lying to Elliot.

"I don't know what I did," Vanya admitted. "But I'm sorry.. if that means anything."

Diego paused for a moment. "It does," he said softly. He stopped playing with his knife.

"Is anyone else terrified by the jello too?" I mumbled. My eyes glanced up at everyone but they all sent me a strange look. "Just me then.. Okay."

Diego sighed and continued to finish what he was saying, "I'm just going through a lot right now. There's this.. girl, that I like. I thought she liked me, but it turns out that she's-"

I stood up suddenly with the glass of jello still in my hand. "I'm so sorry, Elliott, but I just can't do it!" Before I could take a moment to actually think about what I was doing, I threw the cup across the room. It smashed onto the wall and then fell onto the floor below.

"What the hell was that?" Five exclaimed.

My eyes went wide as I ran over to the railing, and glanced between him and the colorful mess of jello that was splattered on the floor. Luther, Vanya, Diego, and Elliot also joined me on the edge of the balcony now. Diego smirked and made a remark, "Your ex-assassin girlfriend is afraid of jello."

Five tilted his head in confusion as his eyes met mine, but before he could say anything Klaus spoke up, "Don't worry, Alexa, everyone's phobias are valid."

"Klaus!" I exclaimed. He smiled and held out of arms for an air hug, making me laugh at his antics. It seemed that he hasn't changed too much. "Hey, Allison," I greeted her with a small smile and wave, which she kindly returned.

"Oh, wow," Klaus sighed. "I know this is impossible, but did we all.. get sexier?" We were all staring at each other now, just glad to all be together again regardless of all of our problems.