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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

No more than a few minutes ago, Five had been waiting in Dallas, Texas in 1963 to make sure Kennedy died. The fact that he was in the future/past wasn't actually that strange for him. Because his job. The fact that he was now physically a teenager again, however, really was strange. And annoying.

Mostly annoying.

He grabbed a newspaper--it was 2021 somehow??--and a coffee to take a seat where he could unobtrusively observe people. The fact that he was basically a kid in an ill-fitting suit and sitting near a glittery sign that proclaimed this the pick up spot for Fandom High was just a side-note.

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Lydia had left Winter River this morning with mixed feelings. On the one hand, for the first time in years, it was sort of tolerable to be home. On the other, boarding school. Boarding school in a castle, by the looks of the brochure. And while Lydia knew full darn well that part of this was Delia just trying to get her stepdaughter out of her hair for awhile, and while she would really miss Adam and Barbara...this might be sort of all right.

She found the lounge and the sign - which, you know, she didn't exactly love but as long as the glitter didn't get on her and her head-to-toe black, she wouldn't care - and gave a little nod to Five in greeting before taking a nearby seat.

"Are you actually reading that or just trying to look busy while you wait?" she asked with very little inflection, nodding to his paper.

Five glanced over the top of the paper in the most 'annoyed old man' gesture possible. Because he was one, damn it.

"Maybe it's to keep kids from asking me ridiculous questions like that."

Yep. Kids.

Lydia actually raised a brow, plucking up a copy of Newsweek that she was just going to blatantly use to look busy and not even pretend to read, thank you. "Oh, okay. Nice suit."

He looked like a total weirdo. But, you know. Total weirdos were kind of Lydia's people, so she also actually kind of meant it.

"...thank you." She knew manners, therefore, she could stay. He straightened out the paper to keep reading for a moment before lowering it again to look at her. "What are you doing here?"

Look, he was here to stop the apocalypse, not go to school.

Lydia gestured to the sign. "Going to boarding school." And now she felt like an idiot because she had assumed he was, too. "Aren't you?"

"Do I look like I'd be going to boarding school?"

Yes. Yes, he did. Wait until he stole the terrible Umbrella Academy uniforms from his brother for something to wear.

"Well, you don't not look like you could be going to boarding school," Lydia said honestly.

She'd be sort of jealous that only Five got a school uniform when they got there, but also grateful to be able to keep her fingerless black glove thing going.

She could have gotten a school uniform if she had super powers and/or the crippling emotional issues that came along with being a Hargreeves.

"I'm a little too old for that sort of thing."

Said the guy who stopped his schooling at age thirteen due to time travel and the apocalypse.

"You look younger than me," Lydia pointed out, shrugging a shoulder. "And I'm going to be a junior. But okay."

Lydia had recently gone through a long anti-school phase, so she was mostly just filing away, 'I'm too old for school,' as a future excuse for her parents if she ended up hating this place. It was at least a new one!

"I am old enough to be your grandfather," Five replied with an annoyed huff. "This is just--a temporal mistake."

He just had to bounce back a year and a half more and he could fix everything!

"I said you look younger," Lydia pointed out slowly, after a pause. This just got a lot more interesting. "What kind of a temporal mistake did you make?"

Having fairly recently dodged the bullet of having to marry a milennia-old demon in order to save her new ghost friends, Lydia was pretty hard to faze.

"I'm not even going to try to explain the sheer complexities of time travel, because you wouldn't be able understand it if I did," Five replied, firmly putting the paper to the side and twisting a little in his seat to look at her. "It is a series of ever shifting currents that fighting against the flow results in unfortunate consequences for the most part."

He'd been one of them!

"I see. And your consequence is that you have to be a freshman but really you're an old man?" Lydia asked, kind of following along there despite also feeling vaguely insulted. "I mean, harsh."

It was the good ol' Hargreeves charm, there.

"Exactly," he said with a firm nod before gesturing at the newspaper with an annoyed look. "And it's apparently 2021."

Which made no sense. Because the world ended in 2019.

"Huh." Who even knew what year it was where Lydia was from. "You seem surprised by that." Maybe they'd all time-traveled! Lydia wasn't ruling anything out.

Vaguely the 80's maybe? At least she wouldn't understand the cellphone thing either.

"Of course I am, a cataclysmic event is supposed to happen in 2019 that ends the world." He just said it so matter-of-factly!

"Doesn't look like it took," Lydia noted dryly, looking around. "Maybe you fixed it."

She was from a canon that wrapped things up in a neat ninety minutes, so it seemed possible to her.

Five went silent and cocked his head to the side as he considered that. Because, honestly, it hadn't really been a possibility to him, but then again, time travel was very much ridiculous in the possible outcomes when you weren't following the rules.

"Huh."

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