The PJ Masks, Greg, Connor, Amaya, Catboy, Gekko, Owlette, PJ Robot, Luna Girl, Night Ninja, Romeo, etc are all © to their respective owners, presumably Romuald and Disney Junior. The only parts of this work that I claim ownership of are any characters aside from those just mentioned as belonging to Disney (e.g. Finn is mine). I also own the story itself. Again, none of the characters owned by Romuald or Disney Junior are mine.

WARNING: STOP! YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST READ THE EVENTS IN THE PREVIOUS SERIES, INTERESTING TIMES, BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY!

Trigger Warning: some scary things happen in this chapter. If you want details, please ask me via pm for clarification before you read.

This short story and the others in "The Big Brother Chronicles" are a sort of interstitial series to exhibit some of the important and cute moments that happen in Finn's infancy and early years. The stories will also serve as a vague prologue to the new series of fics I will be working on this month.

Keep in mind: This story skips ahead by a significant amount of time.

Ten-year-old Greg held his little brother Finn's hand as they walked down the stairs. The ten-year-old had been left in charge of his little brother Finn, who had recently turned 22 months old. Finn excitedly proclaimed a string of nonsensical words.

Greg nodded to the little blonde-haired boy. "Yeah! Let's go watch your show, bubby." Greg knew what Finn said meant; it was what the little one called his favorite television show. Greg had brought up the idea of letting Finn watch the show, mainly because Greg's bladder felt like it was ready to explode.

Finn made excited noises as they reached the bottom of the stairs, and when they walked into the living room, he squealed excitedly and ran over to the couch, where, with some difficulty, he pulled himself onto the couch and clapped his hands. Greg followed and rapidly pulled up the TV show for him. Greg said, "Alright Finn, you stay here and watch your show, okay?"

Finn made a cute, toothy grin and said, "Otay!" He turned his attention to the television.

Greg glanced at Finn and then to the TV. He let his gaze rest on Finn for a few seconds; he liked the shorts that Finn was wearing. He had helped his mom pick them. They had a pattern of little elephants and giraffes on them. Greg picked them out because those were Finn's favorite animals. The shirt Finn was wearing had a logo from one of the popular baby clothing manufacturers.

After a few seconds, Greg was convinced that Finn wasn't going to move, so he quickly dashed to the bathroom. Greg only needed like a minute, maybe two. Usually, he would take Finn with him to the bathroom; a few months ago, Greg's mom had said that it would help with Finn's potty training if he saw another boy using the potty. Greg had reluctantly acquiesced, but occasionally it was nice to go pee without a babbling one-year-old in the room.

A few minutes later, Greg paced around the house nervously, looking over everything thoroughly. "I knew I shouldn't have gone to pee without him… Leave the kid alone for two minutes and he disappears…" He shouted, "Finn! Where are you, buddy?" Greg crossed the hallway and went toward the kitchen when he noticed the back door was open.

Within a fraction of a second, Greg realized that Finn must have opened the door. In another fraction of a second, a series of horrifying thoughts entered Greg's mind. Firstly, he suddenly realized that his dad must have forgotten to lock the back door so that Finn couldn't push the sliding door open (a skill that the toddler had recently acquired). Secondly, he also recalled that he and his parents had gone swimming in the pool with Finn earlier this afternoon. Greg couldn't remember if he or his parents had closed the gate they had put up at the stairs onto the pool deck in order to keep Finn from getting in the pool. Finally, Greg knew that Finn was a fiercely curious baby and he loved getting in the pool. AND Finn can't swim.

After another fraction of a second, Greg said, "Oh crap." He ran down the hallway, repeating that phrase over and over. "Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap!" When he ran out of the house, he skidded to a halt and his heart nearly stopped.

Finn was on the pool deck, looking at a ball that was passing near the deck as it circulated around the pool. Finn blubbered happily as he reached over the water for the ball. Greg said, "Finn, no! Come here, bubby!" Greg cautiously walked toward the pool deck when he realized Finn was ignoring him. Greg could hear his heartbeat in his ears; adrenaline was beginning to flow.

"Finnyfin! Come on buddy, let's go back inside." Just as Greg finished his sentence, his fear was realized: Finn fell into the water with a splash.

Greg screamed, "Finn!" Everything went dim around Greg as he sprinted toward the pool. "No no no!" Astoundingly, Greg scrambled and jumped almost clear over the pool wall. As he did, Greg slammed one of his arms and the shin on the same side against the top of the liner with a loud thud. He fell the rest of the way over the top of the liner, and he landed in the cold water with a massive splash. He frantically took the few steps needed to reach Finn and grabbed him by his torso as he wriggled around helplessly underwater. In a feat of purely adrenaline-fueled strength, Greg grabbed the ladder and pulled them both out of the pool with only one arm.

Greg landed on his back, with Finn on his chest. "Finn!" The toddler coughed several times and wriggled around in a terrified mess. Greg sat up and patted his back; the only thing he could comprehend was getting the little one to cough. He succeeded; Finn coughed up a small amount of water and coughed several times as he took several big breaths. Water dripped from them both. Finn's face turned red and he made a piercing wailing sound as he began to cry.

Greg clutched the little one tightly and Finn hugged him like his life depended on it as he continued to cry. Tears came to Greg's eyes and he said, "Finn! We're okay." Greg struggled to breathe properly; his chest felt like it was going to explode.

After a few moments, Greg hears someone speaking; a girl. "Greg! Oh my gosh, what happened?!"

Greg jerked his head around and found his friend Amaya running up the steps of the pool deck. He snapped back to something resembling reality. He realized his hands were trembling and his heart was racing at a million miles an hour. He shakily said, "F-Finn, a-a-and the pool, I –uh, I only l-l-left him for like a minute." The adrenaline rush was beginning to wear off. The terror of the experience washed over Greg.

"Oh my gosh!" Amaya patted his shoulder and said, "I was in my backyard and heard a big commotion. I came over here to check."

Greg nodded and tried to stand up. He barely managed to keep his balance; his legs felt like jelly. He murmured something incoherent to Amaya.

Amaya grabbed the soaked boy's arm and led him down from the pool deck. "Come on, I know what to do!"

Minutes later, Connor's mom, Hazel, ran from her room at the sound of Connor yelling for her frantically. "MOM! IT'S FINN!" She nearly plowed Connor over as he ran toward her bedroom. He said, "MOM! Come on!"

Connor led her to their front door, where she found Amaya barely managing to hold up Greg, who was holding his little brother Finn. They were both soaking wet and crying hysterically. Hazel immediately went into nurse mode; she has been an ER nurse for nearly thirteen years, so situations like this were something she was somewhat accustomed to handling. She looked at Amaya and seriously asked, "What happened?"

Amaya quickly said, "Finn apparently fell in the pool. I don't know exactly what happened." Her voice was shrill and tense.

Hazel stepped out the door and said, "Connor, go get two towels right now and bring me my stethoscope from the trauma kit. Go! Now!" Connor ran to do as she said, nearly crashing into a wall as he skidded around a corner in the house. Hazel looked at Greg. "Did Finn fall in the pool?"

Greg nodded quickly. Finn's cries were beginning to decrease in intensity, although Greg's had mostly stopped.

Hazel looked at Finn, who was still crying hysterically, and asked, "How long? A few seconds?" Greg nodded and Hazel said, "Did he cough when you got him out?" Greg nodded again as Connor returned. Greg's face was slowly turning pale.

Connor proclaimed, "Got the stuff!"

Hazel said, "Greg, you did a good job of rescuing him, sweetie. Can I have him now? I promise he's safe."

Greg shakily handed the little one to Hazel, who held him out and said, "Wrap Finn up with the towel, Connor." Connor did so, and she held Finn to her chest closely. "Give the other one to Greg; you and Amaya calm him down while I check out Finn…"

Connor did as she said, and handed Greg the towel as he removed his soaking wet shirt. Greg took it, and that's when he realized his chest still felt like it was going to explode. He shakily muttered, "M-my chest hurts." Greg looked down at his arm and saw it was covered in blood. He mumbled, "M-my... my chest..." He brought his bloody arm to his chest confusedly and couldn't catch his breath. His face turned a ghostly white color and he felt dizzy.

Hazel looked away from Finn just in time to see Greg's eyes go dim. She realized he was pale, too, and she shouted, "Quick, catch him, Connor!" Greg's eyes rolled back in his head and Connor grabbed him just in time to keep him from hitting the ground when his legs buckled. Amaya grabbed Greg's other side and helped Connor gently lower the boy to the ground. They both looked at Hazel frantically. She said, "I've seen that happen several times after someone goes through a trauma like that... He just fainted. He'll be okay, but I want one of you to elevate his feet for a few seconds; that'll help. That laceration on his arm probably isn't as bad as it looks."

Finn screamed at the sight of Greg on the ground; the added commotion frightened him even more.

A few minutes later, Greg blinked. He heard the sound of a sobbing baby and felt wet. He didn't have a shirt on and he saw... Connor's porch? Suddenly, it all popped back into his mind. He sat up quickly and said, "Finn!"

Hazel was seated in a chair nearby. She quietly replied, "He's fine. No water in his lungs, all sounds fine."

Greg looked up at her and saw Finn shirtless and the stethoscope from earlier back on Hazel's neck. He looked around at Connor and Amaya standing over him. "Wh-why am I on the ground?"

Amaya said, "You fainted."

Greg said, "Oh..." He took a few deep breaths and the fullness of what almost happened hit him; Finn could have drowned. His baby brother could've died. Greg felt his stomach turn violently at that thought and he felt ill. "Oh gosh." He retched, but nothing came out.

Amaya hopped backward and said, "In the grass, Greg!"

Just in time, Greg turned toward the edge of the porch and threw up in the grass. Connor got down next to him and patted his back reassuringly. "It's okay, buddy..."

After several seconds, Greg was done, and he spat to remove the taste from his mouth. His voice wavered as he said, "That scared me so bad." He trembled, still feeling the after-effects of the adrenaline rush. His leg and arm were both beginning to hurt. He looked at his arm and found it had stopped bleeding.

Finn was still scared, though. He shouted, "buh buh buh buh!" It was one of the ways he would address Greg. He reached toward Greg and fought to get out of Hazel's grip. He sobbed. After a few seconds, he squealed, "Gweg!"

Greg wiped his mouth on the towel next to him. Then, he sat up and reached out his hands, still feeling somewhat shaky. He nodded at Hazel and she handed Finn down to him. He took the toddler and eagerly hugged him close to his chest. "I am so sorry, buddy." Greg sniffled and Finn immediately calmed down now that he was back with Greg. Holding Finn hurt Greg's injured arm, but he didn't care.

Finn clumsily wiped at his own eyes and rested his head on Greg's shoulder. "Gweg sicky." He sniffled grotesquely.

Tears came to Greg's eyes and he said, "Yeah, I was." He kissed Finn on the forehead delicately. "You scared me so bad, buddy. You could've drowned." Greg shivered at the thought.

Finn flatly said, "Finn cry." Hazel stood up and walked into the house. Connor sat down and quietly put an arm around Finn and Greg.

Greg replied, "Yeah. You're okay though, you're safe now." Finn clutched his arms around Greg's neck tightly. "You can't go to the pool without me or mom or dad, okay?"

Finn hiccupped and made one last light sob. He groaned and said, "Pool mean!" Greg laughed a few times as Amaya sat down on the side opposite Connor and rubbed Finn's back delicately.

Hazel walked back outside with her smartphone in one hand and a candy bar in the other. She said, "Let's call your parents, Greg." Greg nodded and Hazel asked, "Who should I call?"

Greg nodded. "Uh, Dad? Dad and Mom left me to babysit while they ran some errands in town." Greg wished there was a way he could hold his little brother even tighter and be closer to him, to protect the little one from the scary feelings he must be having. He put Finn into a more cuddly position as Hazel started to call Greg's dad.

Hazel handed the candy bar in her hand to Greg. "Eat this, it will make you feel better." Greg nodded as Hazel put the phone to her ear.

"Alan? It's Hazel. Look, Greg and Finn are both safe and okay, but there was an accident involving the pool." Pause. "I don't know, but I can guarantee you that they've both learned important lessons. Will you and Linda come on home? No need to hurry or drive recklessly." Pause.

"Yes, yes, they're fine, but they need their mom and dad. It shook Greg up really badly. I've never seen a boy his age faint like he just did... No, I saw it in time to have Connor catch him, luckily. I will find out exactly what happened and relay it to you when you get here, though, okay?"

Hazel exchanged a few more words with Greg's dad on the phone. In the background, Greg had eaten the candy bar. He cupped his hand around Finn's head and held it against his chest protectively. He rested his cheek on the little one's forehead and cried softly as Finn settled down and coughed a few times. "I love you so much, little guy." Greg sobbed quietly. "I promise I will never let anything bad happen to you. Nothing like this will ever happen again. I promise." Finn cooed tiredly on Greg's chest.