A/N: Well, I had done a series for Nia, Mel, and Coyo (to help with "The Distance"), so I figured why the hell not write Sophia too? She went through a lot in Italy, so I'm a little eager to delve into it, myself. Part two of the belated Christmas presents. XD

Sophia is 5-years-old in this drabble, so the narrative mirrors that. It was a challenge...

"HERO"

Sophia ran for the house door. Her boots felt heavy and her fairy wings jumped behind her. Oh no, they were falling! The girl stopped suddenly and pulled at the wing's strings.

"Come on, Sophie!"

Sophia looked up at her big sister. Way up, until she saw Cosima's super-hero mask. "I'm not Sophie!" she cried.

Cosima stuck out her tongue. "Alright, Miss Negativity. Can we go outside now?"

Sophia's nose squished. "What's nega-vity?"

"Negativity. It means dark. Like you, little weirdo."

"I'm not weirdo or nega-vity." Sophia hit the ground with her boot. "I'm Black Butterfly."

"Which is weird. What five-year-old likes black so much?"

"I do."

"Obviously." Cosima's eyes went around.

Sophia huffed. "It's better than Starberry Girl. Yuck!"

"Hey!" Cosima waved her staff—a broom with a paper star tied around its big end. "I am a pretty champion of the stars. Just like Sailor Universe. You? You're a sidekick."

"As if. I'm a hero, too."

"Not yet. You have to earn becoming a hero."

Sophia puffed her lips and put her hands into her tutu. "Who says?"

"Uh…" Cosima's shoulders went up. "Every story ever? You aren't a hero just because you say so."

"You did!"

"No, I didn't. I became a hero when I saved you."

Sophia stared at Cosima. Was big sister telling another story?

"It's true," Cosima said. "You can't remember because you were a baby, but one day, you were in your highchair. Mum was cooking. She told you 'Sophie, stop wiggling. You'll fall.' But you didn't listen." Cosima shook her head, leaning sideways. "You knocked over your drink and reached for it. Over and over until"—she gasped—"the highchair slid. You went falling. But wait!" Cosima turned and kneeled. She moved her cape away from her legs and her hands pushed upwards. "I caught you like this. You fell from the seat, but I caught you again! And squeezed you until Mum came. She told me I saved your brain."

For the longest time, Sophia made a face.

And Cosima got up and said, "Ask Mum. I was your age. And Mum was so happy, she got me this." Big sister put a finger on the star by her neck. It was yellow and kept her cape pinched. "It's called a brooch. Mum got it a special store for me being heroic."

The star was pretty. Sophia liked it and wanted one too.

"Maybe you can get one if you save me one day," Cosima said.

"I want one now!" Sophia cried. Her boot hit the floor to show how serious she was, but Cosima laughed.

"Stars are earned, Black Butterfly."

"What if I stopped some bad guys?"

Cosima laughed. "Duh! That's what heroes do."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Sophia ran by Cosima. She opened the back door and the sun outside hurt her eyes. But she kept running. She had bad guys to find and stars to earn.