Welcome everyone to my new fanfic! I know, I know. I have others to finish and I promise I will. Some of you aske for another"Hurt/Comfort" Story and more Max & Phoebe. And sure, why not, I love the twins too =)
This fanfic takes place in season 1, much sibling bonding and fluff. Little out of control really XD This story will have at least 7 chapters, here we go!
Telepathy only
Day 1 (New Town, New Challenge)
"You're always annoying Max, but today you're extra annoying" Phoebe told her brother who was sitting next to her in chemistry class, even though lying/sleeping on his desk would probably describe it better.
"Just stop tapping your foot on the ground like this…"he mumbled irritated without looking up. Was this so hard to understand!?
She rolled his eyes not getting why he was in such a fool mood, but stopped in her movement nevertheless. "You know it's not my fault when you're tired. Maybe you should sleep at night instead of working on your stupid inventions!"
Max groaned as a response still not caring about making eye contact. All he wanted was a moment of silence to stop the pounding in his head. Burying his face in his arms, he tried to take steady breaths while everyone around him continued talking and laughing.
Phoebe stared at him for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders and started to write something down. She couldn't explain herself why her twin hated school so much. Of course they had just moved here a few weeks ago, the situation was still new and except from Cherry, a girl she had met on her first day here, she hadn't been able to make any friends yet, but in general things were a lot easier here than in Metroburg.
Did he feel excluded or did he miss their old home? No, Phoebe couldn't imagine that.
"Attention please! Open your books at page 56!" The teacher had entered the classroom and immediately started checking on their homework which she already had placed on her desk.
"Max! Get up! Teacher's coming!"
She shook her brother's shoulders, but he just let out another moan, lifting his head only slightly.
"Pheebs, leave me alone!" he whispered making her angry once again.
"I'm just trying to warn you! We did this exercise together yesterday, remember? Just put it on the table!"
Eventually he slowly pushed himself up, meeting her severe gaze with half closed eyelids.
"Max…"she suddenly realized that he was sweating, his cheeks slightly red and his eyes glowing dark. How could she have missed that the whole day? Phoebe could have sworn he had been fine this morning!
"You don't look so good there…" Reaching out she placed her hand on his forehead, shocked to feel the amount of heat radiating from his body.
"Why don't you say something, genius!?" she scolded him, but it was clear that she was far more worried than angry. Max just laid his head down again, shivering strongly as he did so. This was bad.
"Sorry?" Phoebe snipped her fingers, getting the teacher's attention immediately.
"Ms. Thunderman, please don't do this in my lessons. Raise your hand like everyone else!"
"I'm sorry, but my brother is sick and I wanted to ask for permission to get him to the nurse!" Phoebe continued, reaching out for her twin's hand, carefully taking a hold of it.
"Really?" The man approached them, seeming rather unconvinced. "Maximus?" He put his fingers on his student's arm, making the boy flinch at the contact. But luckily the little touch had already been enough to prove the point. "You're right, he has a fever. You two can go."
She nodded relieved, putting her arm around her brother to lift him up. "Max, it's okay, let's go home" she whispered, having trouble to get him in an upright no other possibility without attiring even more attention than they already did, Phoebe used her telekinesis to support him and slowly they made their way out of the room.
"I'm not bringing you to the nurse Max, we're going home" she repeated loudly as soon they were far enough away. Dad had told them to call immediately if something was wrong to avoid medical examination from a non-superhero. He nodded weakly, leaning himself against a locker while she dialled the number. Just please be at home, Phoebe prayed silently, stepping in front of Max as if she wanted to shield him from some hidden danger.
She wasn't quite sure why, but at the moment she had witnessed her brother was feeling horrible, the girl had gone into fighting position, alarmed by every little sound she heard. We're in Hiddenville, Phoebe, she told herself over and over again, no villain will attack you here! But like a wise man once said: old habits were hard to get rid of. In Metroburg they had been Thunderman's children and her dad had always feared a revenge, getting a little paranoid when she and her brother weren't at home in time. And even now, she felt like it could happen…
"Hello?"
Oh thank god.
"Dad, it's Phoebe…" The sound of her voice seemed to be enough to make Hank realize that something was off.
"Phoebe, where are you? What's wrong?"
"Dad, Max is not okay and I…"
Immediately her father was on fire: "WHAT? Were you attacked? Is your brother hurt!?"
"N-no…"Phoebe didn't know why her voice had started to tremble, but she was just afraid. Afraid like her dad was.
"He's sick, I think…"
"I'll come over, you're still at school?" he asked quickly, sounding as determinate as ever.
"Yes-s, near the entrance area…"
"Give me five secs and tell Max I'm coming!" With this her dad ended the call and she could relax a bit, knowing help was on the way.
"Don't worry, dad will get us" Phoebe told her brother who's skin was even hotter now. How could one possibly get that sick so quickly?
"Phoebe, Max!" The girl turned around seeing her father running towards them with a remarkable speed, making her open her arms for a quick hug. "I'm here" Hank whispered soothingly into her ear before putting both hands on Max's shoulders.
"Son…" His fingers wandered to his face."…my, you're burning up!"
Not supporting his own weight any longer the boy carefully took a step towards his father, blindly searching for the safety of his arms.
"Shhhh…" Hank wrapped his arms around his eldest tightly, murmuring soothing words too him as well, Phoebe wasn't able to understand.
"Max, where does it hurt? If you don't wanna talk just point at where it hurts…"
Still trembling the teen lifted his hand, motioning towards his head and his throat, then pointed to his stomach as well.
"I see…but you seemed fine in the morning, right Phoebe?"
She nodded fearfully, hoping there was nothing seriously wrong with Max. A moment of silence followed in which nothing else could be heard than a soft moan from her brother who had rested his head against his father's chest for comfort.
"You think it's the flu?" Phoebe eventually asked not supporting the silence any longer. Her dad reached out to feel Max's temperature again, then slowly shook his head.
"If I'm not wrong, this looks like a superbug. They are way more aggressive than normal infections." With that Hank easily lifted her brother from the ground, taking him bridal style while turning to his daughter. "We call our doctor to get him checked up. You better come with us."
What, he thought, if it is contagious?
Later, at home:
"So…what does this mean?" Barb Thunderman was getting impatient at the doctor's speech which was full of eventualities she didn't quite understand. Max was sitting right beside her, looking absolutely miserable and way to pale for her liking.
"Yes, doc, could you tell us your final diagnosis now?" Hank asked as well, not caring if it came out a little rude. There was a time for everything.
"Well…"the tall man started, patting lightly on Max's shoulder. "It's definitively a superbug, so no school for this fellow…for…let's say one or two weeks?"
"ONE OR TWO WEEKS?" Nora exclaimed in the background, making her older brother flinch unintentionally.
"Nora!"
"Sorry, but that's unfair…" the little girl pouted, but she was smart enough to quickly follow Billy out of the room before her mother could scold her again.
"Please continue" Hank urged while reaching out for his son's left hand, squeezing it in a supportive manner.
"He has a rather high fever, but I gave him something to bring it down. Also painkillers for his throat and his head, but he just can take them once a day…" Then the doctor reached out for a paper with the results of the boy's body scanning. "His throat is inflamed quite bad, so I fear, he won't be able to speak for several days…yes, I know, it can't be changed…you just have to find another way to communicate with him…"
Max heard the doctor speak, but couldn't understand what he was saying. He felt like he was being pushed underwater, the world getting more blurry by second. What was happening?
"And there's another problem…"
"What? What more?" Hank sighed, hoping it wouldn't be too bad. "If all you kids are superheroes, you need to isolate them from him, because this bug is known to be contagious…"-
"WHAT!? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US EARLIER!?" The father couldn't believe it.
The doctor had seen Billy and Nora had been in the room. For several minutes.
"Sir, I'm sorry, but I wasn't sure before the examination and I also didn't know if all your kids are…"
The doctor stopped, backing away a little as he saw Thunderman clench his fists. "S-see it's just contagious for the first two days…of course you two could also catch it, but it's more dangerous for children…"
Maybe he shouldn't have said that, he thought, seeing the man's face go all red. But he had to inform them anyway!
"IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU MAYBE WANT TO TELL US!?" Hank exclaimed, ignoring Barb, who was trying to calm him down.
"Hank don't…"
"WELL, IS THERE?"
"N-no sir, just make sure he's resting and call if he gets worse. Don't leave him alone…"
"HOW WOULD WE LEAVE OUR OWN CHILD ALONE?!"
Okay, this conversation was clearly over.
"I better go now…"the other man said, quickly heading to the door.
"THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!"
"Hank!"
"What!?" Barb had slapped on her husband's hand, more than annoyed with his behaviour. "Stop yelling!"
"Well, what am I supposed to do! This is OUR CHILD, we…-"
A lighting from Barb's fingers illuminated the room for a second, making her husband stop in midsentence. "Hank, you're making Max cry! Be quiet!"
And indeed she was right. The pain was bad enough, but the yelling had done the rest to make the boy lose his control. Burying his head in his mother's jacket, Hank heard soft sobs coming from his eldest. God, he was such an idiot.
"Max, shhh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" The teen felt someone stroking his hair, but it didn't really help the pain. He was dizzy. Making a spinning gesture with his hand, he tried to communicate that to his parents, fighting with the trembling as well.
"What Max?"
Damn, they didn't get it. They didn't…
"He seems delirious Hank. He needs to lie down!" Hank nodded in agreement slowly lifting Max from the couch.
"It's okay baby" Barb tried to soothe her son who was struggling in her husband's arm, desperately trying to tell them something. They just couldn't guess it. Indicating the number two with his hands, over and over again, he didn't know what else to do.
For him it was so obvious that it actually feared him for the moment that nobody got the message.
Please, where's my sister? Where's Phoebe!?
So...what do you think? This chapter is a bit...well I know. But I needed it for the story. I'm happy about every review and also about constructive critsm!
