A/N: I saw this prompt and felt obligated to at least get something down. I really like the concept but I don't know if I'll have enough time to really brainstorm and work on this, hence why this is so embarrassingly short. But still, I wanted to tackle this before my brain fizzled out into nothing. If you follow me on Tumblr you'll know exactly what I'm talking about...
It happened in an instant. One second it was just Max and Allison sitting in the living room, simply watching one of those TV shows about environmental health, then next –as if out of thin air, there was a young girl standing right in front of the television. She appeared to be just a few years older than Billy and Max had no idea who she was.
He turned his head to his girlfriend tucked under his arm. Was this a sibling she refused to tell him about? They had the same hair color and were pretty petite but as far as the physical appearance that was about it, there was something strikingly familiar about this strange kid.
Max wasn't one for glaringly obvious details but there was something about her he couldn't get passed.
Her eyes.
The mysterious girl coughed and mumbled something both he and Allison couldn't make out and then her eyes –wide as saucers– were on them. "Hey, Dad –I mean… person I have never met before and have no relation to." She shifted her eyes nervously back and forth between the two occupants on the couch.
Her overall wacky mannerisms reminded him of someone, but his mind was too distracted by her previous words to think of just who shared those same qualities.
"Dad?" Allison repeated, voicing Max's jumbled thoughts and she slides her attention on him, undivided "You have a kid?" She pointed at the person in front of them to which she can only respond with a sheepish grin.
Allison looks even angrier. Max finally manages to gather his bearings only choke out a response, because in his mind he's still stuck on the dad part. "N-no, of course not!" The accusing glare Allison is giving him tells him that he's not convincing her and it constantly reminds him why he never liked getting on her bad side, ever.
After watching the exchange take place in front of her the girl deep in thought spoke amongst herself. "Looks like I warped to a different time." She continued to whisper into her wristwatch, "She doesn't look a thing like Mom, ugh, if I don't hurry up Dad is never going to let me go to that concert." She sighed all dramatic-like.
Max watched her in the corner of his eye, something about this girl made him begin to believe he hadn't met her on accident or that she was some random stranger.
He had no recollection of knowing her, but there was something about her that had him feeling a strange sense of backward déjà vu. She was rambunctious, calculating, and she looked like she had a streak of mischief all wired up haphazardly in her person. A nice blend of himself and–
"Who exactly are you?" He interrupted her mild pacing to propose the question.
She stood proudly on the balls of her feet and squinted her face in amusement, before cocking out a hip to the side.
"Name's Danielle Thunderman, daughter of Max and Phoebe Thunderman –you can call me Dani for short."
