The relationship between number Five and number Eight was practically unbreakable.

Five was arrogant, intelligent, short tempered.

Freya was clumsy, powerful, determined.

They just worked so well together, despite not even sharing a kiss, they were comfortable with each other.

They'd hold hands under the dinner table, sneak out of their rooms at night to see each other, back each other up on missions.

But it all ended when they were thirteen, and Five disappeared.

Nothing was the same after that.

On there fourteenth birthday, Freya made the unilateral decision to use her powers to try and find him.

It was late, Reginald and the rest of the Hargreaves sleeping peacefully.

Freya had never really used her Extrasensory perception, only dabbled in it with the supervision of her 'father.'

As quiet as possible, she took his portrait off the wall, placing it on the ground and sitting criss cross in front of it.

Hesitantly, she placed both of her hands on it, concentrating deeply.

Her eyes shot to the back of her head, showing only white.

From then on all she could see was black.

Her bare feet touching the cold floor, getting warmer with every step.

She couldn't find him, she couldn't find anything.

It was just black, a slight light appearing under her feet with every step she took being the only source.

Freya sighed in defeat, removing her hands from the painting in the real world.

But she couldn't get back to her real self, she soon felt no control over her body outside of her mind.

Reginald found her in the morning, still sitting in front of the portrait with the whites of her eyes showing.

They tried everything to get her to wake up, but it wasn't working.

She was put on a bed, machines hooked up to her in her coma state.

Freya stayed like that, unconscious, but able to hear those around her, for 15 years.

Her siblings moved out, Pogo took care of her, and her father talked about needing her back for her power.

In her own mind, she learned how to better control it.

After many long years, Freya had brought herself back.

It was hard, she barely knew how she did it. 

She remembered having to concentrate so much more than she did to get herself there, and only think about one thing; her family.

When she woke up in the hospital bed, she ripped the IVs out of her arm and stood up.

She roamed around her home, and stopped in front of the bathroom mirror.

She looked just like she did when she got stuck.

Pogo, Grace, and Reginald were dumbfounded.

Reginald wanted to do tests on her, but she denied.

She was so happy she could do that, she was technically over eighteen.

Eventually, Freya got a job at a diner to get herself back on her feet, her father refusing to help with money or let her stay there if she wasn't going to follow his rules.

After sleeping on benches and in homes
of randoms who let her stay because she was 'so drunk', she saved up and got her own apartment, and a phone which she attempted to contact her siblings on.

She couldn't find out anything about Luther, or Klaus.

Fate brought Diego in to the diner, where he hugged Freya and almost pulled her over the counter.

She got a hold of Allison, and she had started an acting career.

She emailed Vanya, who responded back telling her how happy she was that she was okay.

Alison and Freya met up for lunch, and they were so excited to be back together.

But after the lunch, they just stopped talking again.

They'd occasionally text, but they were living their own lives.

Little did they know they'd all be soon reunited, in a not so great way.

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