Author's Note: This is my First Loud House Fanfiction, taking a break from my usual stories. And yes I do watch the show and have been keeping up with it. For the longest time, I thought about doing Brawl in the Family and No Such Luck fanfics, but with the outstanding number, it seems to be really redundant. So I decided to make my own, so enjoy.
It was a sunny evening had struck as the Royal Wood Squirrels battled the next conquering team. Both teams were tied in points, so it was up to either team to break the tie. Leading the team the Squirrels team of Royal Wood was Lynn Loud, striving to keep the defending title of her sports nature. There she was up to bat, she spit out flim and pounded her bat to the dirt. She faced off the eyes of the changing team, the Chicago Pirates.
The pitcher stared at the umpire. As he gave different fingers of what kind of ball to throw, he either exchanged a shake or a nod. Nevertheless, Lynn was ready for anything as she gripped her wooden bat.
"Here's the windup and the pitch!" The host announced .
As the ball was tossed, Lynn caught sight of the ball. And with correct and précised timing, she struck the ball. Neither team could not catch the ball as it soared high up. It was a official home run. She glee with passionate excitement as she run from base to base. After reaching home base, victory was hers as the team rushed her with a bucket full of great gaderade.
"Way to go Lynn, you were awesome out there." Lincoln rushed down to greet her as well with a high five pose.
"Thanks Lincoln," Lynn high five her brother with happiness. "Once again, the Royal Woods Squirrels climb to the top."
After a long Pizza Party to celebrate their victory , Lynn and Lincoln walked home that night. She still held the proudness of triumph win on her face. She felt that each step only brought her further to the big leagues. Lincoln was just glad to see her happy. Lynn turned to face Lincoln. "Thanks for coming again to my big game Lincoln while everyone else was busy." She said.
"No problem Lynn, I had nothing better to do. I was just glad to see you kick butt once again."
"You expect anything less from an athlete like me. We sent those pirates sailing."
"So we going to do this or what?" One person asked the other guy, keeping tabs on Lynn.
As their conversation continued, little did they know they were being watched. Out of the dark bushes, a group of shadowy boys spied on her. When the cost was clear, they put on their mask.
"So I said..." Lynn paused the joke as her and Lincoln was ambushed to the front. Three guys wereing a jacket and a ski mask approved them. Lynn encouraged Lincoln to stay behind her as the boys in the mask step forward.
"If your here to rob us, you won't find it easy." Lynn said.
"Let's just make this quick," Lincoln stated that about to pull out his wallet. But Lynn had stopped him from doing so.
"Your victory was cute, however, not cleaver." One of the mask individual said and by his young, Lynn could tell he was young, presumably her age. "We had a lot riding on this game and you ruined it." One of the mask drew a switch blade. "So we're going to take it out on you."
"Lynn," Lincoln advised.
"Don't worry Lincoln, I got this." Lincoln said easing Lincoln's worries. "They're not going get anything from us."
"That's not what I'm worried about." Lincoln tried to warn.
Dispute his warning, Lynn charged at the attackers. With her trained martial arts skills, she was able to prove a match for the aggressors, much to the shock. So it seems their efforts have proven futile. Neither of the mask individuals was able to land one hit on her, not that it matter to them as one thing was still clear to them.
While the other two were down, Lynn was left with the one holding a switch blade. With her back turned, this gave him the time strike.
"Lynn watch out!" Lincoln cried out.
The sound of a deep impale was another make. Her eyes filled with horrify shock over the sight of her brother, collapse on the ground, hurt by the stab wound infected on his chest. Realizing that was not plan, the mask guy and his gang took his leave. Lynn grabbed him by the jacket, only tear it off a reveal the opposite team logo on the back. It was dark so she could make it out fully.
"Lincoln!" Lynn called out applying pressure to his wound, keeping the blood from leaking. "On, no, no, no, someone help!" Lynn screamed.
It was intense scary situation, but the Whit haired boy was saved by the ambulance. Medical Team worked constantly to keep the boy breathing spirit up. The young jock watched hopelessly as her brother was taken into surgery. Lots of thoughts went into her mind as she was in the waiting room, guilt, weakness, stubbornness and so on. She felt like she lost and not just the game.
Soon enough, the family was here. Their worried expressions pretty much said it all for them. All of them had to look up devastation that they're only son and only brother was critically injured. Rita was in tears the whole way worried on the well being of her son. Lori and Leni had deep worry for Lincoln. Luna also felt the ache in her heart brother hurt like this. The twins were the same as soon as they heard the news on Lincoln. Lisa and Lucy being the most deadpan also express the concern even if it was not usefully shown.
Lynn Sr embraced his daughter out of worry and relief. "Are you okay sweetheart?" He asked.
"I don't know." It was the only response she can give at the very moment, no doubt still torn over the outcome.
"Hello and you Mister and Mrs. Loud?" The doctor greeted the family.
"Yes, we're the Louds." Lynn Sr answered.
"How is our son, is he...?" Rita asked deeply worried.
"I am Dr. Oharris. And don't worry he is fine; He just got out of surgery. He was stabbed in his stomach to his pelvis, very painful. For a boy his age, he is quite strong. Unfortunately, we are going to have keep him here for a overnight."
The family glanced at the young boy peaceful sleeping expression. It was almost like he was a young infant again. Rita went in close and stroked his freckled check. Dispute being woozy, the touch alone was enough to wake him and see his whole family.
"Oh hey guys, what are you doing here?" Lincoln asked trying to sit up. Luna helped him to sitting level. As their eyes was met glad he was okay, the sisters went in for a group hug much to his discomfort. "Easy guys not too much pressure, you're going to pop the stitches."
"Stitches? I thought this was a hospital or are you wearing loose clothing." Leni replied, clueless as ever.
Lisa took sign and corrected her, "No Leni, he means stitches for his injuries, it's standard medical practice that's been done for years to help against many wounds."
"Are you okay honey?" Rita inquired worried to the core about her son's injuries.
"Fine mom, just taking it slow."
"Thank goodness, we were really worried about you." Lori was up first.
"That was a major hit you too bro." Luna added.
"So how was it like being dissected as oppose to frogs?"Lola jabbed Lana shoulder as she didn't like that question. "What, I was just asking?"
"They are not the same Lana."
"Well Lincoln, you must be having a real bedside manner, get it?" Luan told a joke, only meet with everyone's groan.
Angered, the athlete grabbed Luan by the shirt and shot back, "Seriously, you have the nerve to crack a joke at a time like this!"
"Lynn," Rita called out trying to calm her down.
Lily crawled out of Rita's arms into Lincoln's lap. Like everyone else, she shared their concern even. If she was a baby and not a lesson comprehend what was really happening. While in bed, Lincoln still had the strength to hold his baby sister.
As he continued have a conversation with his family, the young athlete retreated to the corner to calm herself. Lots of thoughts went into your mind as she watched her brother in the hospital bed. Large amount of guilt and sorrow went through her mind. The more she recalled, the more horrible she felt. Lynn felt that she had deserve to be in the room. She could take anymore as she left the room, Lynn Sr noticed her as he decided to follow.
"Are you alright kiddo?"
"It's my fault." The father felt her remorse. "It's my fault this happen to Lincoln. They were after me and Lincoln got caught in the crossfire. It should have been me."
"Sweetheart, don't talk like that. You can't blame yourself." Lynn Sr placed his hand on his daughter shoulders. "Sometimes things are just unforseen, things we can comprehend nor predict."
"I should have been there."
"You were there, you were there to call the ambulance when your brother got hurt."
"If not for you, Lincoln would have died if you haven't acted the act you did. You protected my sacred treasures and I'm proud of you for that." Lynn assured her, trying to help his daughter. "Lynn, I'm pretty sure Lincoln does not blame you at all for what happen. No matter what, he's never blamed any of his siblings."
"Mr. Loud." Soon enough, two police officers made their way in the hospital.
"Yes," he answered.
"This is Detective Menkin and I'm Detective Warren. I know this may seem like a grieving time, but we need to ask your daughter a few questions on the situation so that we may catch the hoodlums who did this."
"Yeah off course but another day. My son is in the hospital right now."
"We understand Mr. Loud."
Lynn held her hand in protest. "It's fine dad."
"Are you sure?" Lynn asked.
"I don't know all the details; it was too dark to even see."
With reassuring stare, Menkin advised, "Just try your best to remember, whatever little information you got will help."
"We were walking home after my big game and next thing I know we were jumped. They were wearing mask, but I can tell that they were young like me." Lynn started to recall answering the cop's questions. "But I do remember one of them had a jersey from the team I won against when I tried to grab them, but there was no specific number."
"Thank you for the information, we'll track down these guys. Any information you have, here is my number." Warren said leaving with her partner with his notepad.
"Come on Lynn Jr, I know you're worried and so am I, but we should just let the police do their job for now."
"I'm sorry Loud Family, but your son is needed for his checkup, so I'm going to have to ask you to cut your visit short." The Nurse alerted.
"Get well soon bro." Luna said tapping his shoulder.
"Try not to die." Lucy added.
"Pulse you later, get it." Luan said with a wink and everyone groan.
"I'll await further analysis on your condition elder brother."
"Bye Lincoln." Lori and Leni said leaving the room.
When the Loud Family was on their way out, Lynn Jr could not help but look back at Lincoln. The more Lynn had stared, the more her guilty continued to eat her up inside. Lynn Sr then lead her out of the room assuring her that everything will be fine. Maybe he was right, maybe rest was just all she needed.
Late night was upon the Loud House as everyone was fast asleep peacefully. Lynn on the other hand shifted from grunts to heavy breathing. Her dream took her back to earlier as she and Lincoln was approached by their attackers. The lead attacker held a switchblade to both Lynn and Lincoln. But Lynn showed no amount of fear as she wasted no time striking. Others tried to gang up on her, but were met with her quick reflexes.
Her vast knowledge as a sports junkie knew no limitations as she defended her herself from the bullies. Unfortunately as they were down, so was Lincoln. She watched helplessly as Lincoln lied on the ground, barely breathing and blood all over his shirt. When she rushed to him, he was no longer breathing and his heart had already given up. This left the jock screaming in agony in the end as he only brother had departed from his world.
"Something wrong?" Lucy asked as she creped up on Lynn, sending further shivers down her spine.
Lynn wiped the sweat off her face as she replied with, "Nothing, just a bad dream."
Lucy was not buying it as she stared at Lynn's back, walking out of the room. "My dark heart dreads for Lincoln as well." Lucy reminded as Lynn left the room.
After taking a sip of water, Lynn went to the garage. She faced off with her punching bag. She put on her boxing gloves and started jabbing as hard as she could. From each punch, she saw the mask boy's face. She envisioned her face standing right in front of her face. Each glance only made her fill up with anger and rage. After the final jab, the bag was dented. With a hand on her bag, she took many breathes worn out from her training.
"Never again." She panted, wiping the sweat off her face. Lucy was the only one to see the distress look on her face as she spied silently and took a loud sign.