Disclaimer: I do not own the Spider-Man movies or the original Spider-Man comics, characters, or TV shows. So far I only own Lizzie.

Part One: The Beginning.

Beep. Beep. Beep. The alarm clock screeched.

Startled by the noise, its owner fell out of her bed, yelping as she felt herself hit the floor. Groaning in pain, the girl looked at the red letters that lit up her room. Her eyes widened as she realized what time it was.

"Oh, snap! I overslept!" she exclaimed, tripping over her bed sheets as she made her way to her dresser.

While the girl tried to put on a pair of tights, she lost her balance once again and fell with a loud thump.

"Ow! My thighs," she whined as she rubbed her sore body.

"Elizabeth, dear? Are you alright?" asked a concerned voice from downstairs.

"Yes, Aunt May! I'll be down in a few minutes!" called out Elizabeth, a.k.a. Lizzie, as she slowly got back on to her feet.

Once she had her tights on, Lizzie grabbed a skirt from her closet and shook her wimpy, over-weight hips into it.

"Man, I need to lose weight," she sighed.

Looking into a mirror, Lizzie felt her jaw drop in horror. "My hair!" she gasped when she saw the tangled mess that rested upon her head. Grabbing a brush, Lizzie began to comb her long brown hair into a neat hairstyle. When Lizzie felt like she looked worthy of the public eye, she pulled her hair into a pony tail and put on a cute hat that matched the sweater she was wearing.

Okay. Breath. You look good enough.

Rushing out of her room, she grabbed her brown side backpack covered in different colored flower pins ranging from bubblegum pink to spruce green. She even had a couple of pins that had little music notes on them.

As Lizzie ran down the hallway, she passed her brother's room. On the other side of the door, Lizzie heard the pounding of feet as they rushed across the room. Apparently she wasn't the only one who slept in.

Sighing, Lizzie knocked on her sibling's door.

"Peter!"

Lizzie heard her brother trip and scream that was soon followed by a painful bang.

Uh oh. Now I did it.

"LIZZIE!"

"Sorry," Lizzie squeaked out as she dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen where her aunt and uncle were eating breakfast.

"Morning, Aunt May. Morning, Uncle Ben," said Lizzie as she either hugged or kissed her caretakers.

"Good morning to you too," said Uncle Ben as Lizzie made her way to the cupboard.

Finding a box of cereal bars, Lizzie grabbed two. Upon seeing the instant meals in her niece's hands, Aunt May shook her head in disapproval. "Honestly, Lizzie, you should eat a better breakfast than that."

"No time," said Lizzie as she wistfully thought of fluffy pancakes and hot, greasy bacon.

Before her aunt could say anything else, Peter came down, almost tumbling down the stairs as he attempted to fasten his belt. Takeing one of the bars she had in her hand, Lizzie tossed it at her brother.

"Catch it!"

Peter looked up from his waist, hands still on his belt, as the meal hit his chest and bounced back down to the bottom of the stairway.

Opps.

Emberesed, Lizzie walked over to the Luckey Charms bar, picked it up, and handed it to Peter.

"Are you trying to kill me?" asked Peter as he unwrapped his food.

"No. Not really. Come on. We're going to miss the bus. Bye, Aunt May. Bye, Uncle Ben!" said Lizzie as she grabbed Peter's hand and dragged him outside.

"See you after school," said Peter.

When they made it out of the door, the siblings saw their ride picking up their neighbor, classmate, and friend, Mary Jane Watson, before driving off, having not seen them emerge from their house.

Oh, not again!

Peter and Lizzie looked at each other before they took off running down the street.

"Come on, Pete. Run faster!" Lizzie said over her shoulder.

"You run slower!" he retorted.

The two yelled at each other for a few more seconds before they turned their shouts towards the yellow vehicle. When they finally reached the bus, they began to bang on its side.

"Hey! Stop the bus! Stop the bus! Hey! Come on!" they yelled.

A fat kid, who had some jelly and sugar remains on his mouth, looked out his window and laughed at the desperate teenagers.

Everyone seemed to be laughing at them, finding the Parkers' problem the most hilarious thing on Earth.

Figures, Lizzie growled inside her head.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lizzie thought she saw someone get up and make their way towards the driver. Not long after, the bus came to a reluctant stop.

"Thank heavens," Lizzie gasped trying to catch her breath as Peter held her.

Takeing a final inhale of fresh air, they got on board.

"Thanks for stopping," Peter thanked the driver.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," he said, not caring if he was thanked or not.

Wow. Really, sir?

The one person Lizzie did know who would appreciate their thanks was Mary Jane, the kind soul who asked the driver to stop for them. "Thanks," said Lizzie as she passed her redheaded friend.

Mary Jane smiled. "No problem."

Making their way down the long aisle, the siblings took a seat at the back of the bus. They could have chosen the open seat close by Mary Jane, but Lizzie didn't want to be near Flash, Mary Jane's evil boyfriend.

Flash was cruel to Peter, mean to their friend Harry, treated Lizzie like she smelled of dead swear rats, and was such a jerk to Mary Jane. What her friend saw in him Lizzie didn't know.

Leaning the side of her face against the cool window, Lizzie said, "Good thing Mary Jane is our friend, huh?"

Peter looked at the backs of Mary Jane and Flash's heads. "Yeah," he said, gloomily, "it is a good thing."

~Later that Day~

Peter and Lizzie stood outside of the building that Mr. Koons, the Biology, Chemistry, and Anatomy teacher, had taken them to for a field trip. They were all going to look at, learn about, and do experiments that all involved spiders which the siblings would be capturing on camera and paper.

Peter couldn't stop talking about the trip for the past three weeks, saying how the trip could make the school paper more interesting.

As Peter kept on talking about how excited he was, Lizzie felt herself laugh at his enthusiasm.

"Alright, Pete. Let's calm down a bit," said Lizzie teasingly.

"Yeah, Pete. Listen to your kid sister."

Lizzie felt her heart stop beating as she recognized the voice of Harry Osborn; best friend of Peter and the boy who Lizzie had fallen in-love with in eighth grade and was still truly and deeply in-love with.

"Hey, Harry," said Peter.

"Hey, Harry," echoed Lizzie.

"So, you guys ready to learn more about-"

"Harry! You forgot this, son," said a man interrupting Harry.

"Thanks, Dad," thanked Harry as he took his backpack and slug it on to his shoulders.

The man, who looked like an older version of Harry, smiled at Lizzie and Peter.

"And who are they? Friends of yours?" asked Mr. Osborn.

"Um, Dad, these are my friends Peter and Elizabeth Parker. Guys, this is my dad, Norman Osborn."

Mr. Osborn shook Peter and Lizzie's hands. "Nice to meet both of you. You two most certainly look like siblings. Twins even."

Lizzie grinned, nodding her head as if to say 'Well done, young grasshopper', said, "Yes, sir. We are"

Mr. Osborn smiled as he glanced between the twins again. "Yes. Twins indeed."

"I've heard so much about you, Mr. Osborn," said Peter before he started having a scientific discussion with Mr. Osborn that led Lizzie through a very dizzying and confusing topic.

Instead of listening she looked over at Harry who just shook his head as if saying, 'What are we ever going to do with them?' Lizzie smiled and shrugged as if saying, 'Beets me.'

After a conversation that seemed like it had last forever, Mr. Osborn said, "Well, I should get going. Got to get to work. It was nice meeting you Peter, Lizzie."

"You too," said Peter.

Once Mr. Osborn's car had left, Harry looked at his best friends. "As you can see, my dad is always working, somehow."

"That does make sense why I've never been able to officially meet him until now," said Lizzie.

It wasn't just because the Osborn's were rich and had the biggest apartment the Parker twins had ever seen, it was also due to the sacrifice that Norman Osborn had to pay to even think of owning one small part of the place he and his son lived in.

"Should we head inside?" said Peter and Lizzie at the same time.

"Jinx! You owe me a soda," exclaimed Lizzie.

"Man. How many do I owe you, again?" sighed Peter.

"Counting this one: a million and one."

Peter gently shoved Lizzie, making her laugh and eventually cough. "Curse this out-of-shape-body. Why can't I go one day without having any problems?"

"You shouldn't have run that fast."

"She ran again?" asked Harry, laughter dancing in his brown eyes.

Rolling her blue eyes, Lizzie said, "Please. It's not that big of a deal. I run. It's not like I can't do it. And if I can beat Peter, then I'm in better shape than you think."

"Lizzie beat you?" Harry laughed.

"Yeah. Haha. It's very funny," Peter said dryly.

Linking arms with the boys, Lizzie smiled and said, "Alright, guys. That's enough comedy for the day. Come on. Let's go inside."

~O~F~W~E~B~S~A~N~D~

"Hello, everyone. My name is Professor Trudy M. Lee, PhD. I will be giving you your tour of our arachnid species. On this tour, there will be no horseplay, loud noises, or touching of anything in the lab. Please, follow me."

Once she was through speaking, Professor Trudy began leading the way through the large room.

As the group made their way to the first stop, Peter got out his camera while Lizzie got out her notepad, pencil, and mini tape recorder.

While Professor Trudy talked about the first spider, Lizzie jotted down notes and Peter asked if he could take a picture. As Peter began to take a shot, someone bumped into him, causing Peter to miss his target. They began to move on to the next spider, forcing Peter to go on without a picture.

That better have been an accident, thought Lizzie as she narrowed her eyes at the jerk who bumped her brother.

As Peter was about to take a new picture, the same guy messed Peter up.

"Hey, can you both just knock it off," said Harry, coming to Peter's rescue.

"Or what, Mr. Money Bags? You gonna have daddy sue our butts off in court?" laughed the jerk's brainless sidekick.

"Or, we could give this to Principal Griffith," said Lizzie, holding up her recording tape recorder.

The boys' cocky smiles disappeared before grumbling about 'stupid girls' and walked away. Harry and Peter stared at their friend like she'd grown an extra head as Lizzie winked at them before turning her attention back on Professor Trudy's voice.

As Lizzie was writing about the spiders that could jump amazing lengths and the ones that had supper strength, she noticed that Harry was trying to casually flirt with Mary Jane.

"Gross," said Mary Jane.

"Yeah, disgusting," agreed Harry.

"I love them," Mary Jane laughed.

"Oh, yeah, me too."

Smooth, Harry. Real smooth, thought Lizzie as she slowly shook her head. That boy was hopeless.

"Here we have fifteen spiders; all new species or unidentifiable spiders that we are still trying to learn about. The one on the top left corner is what we think is a-"

"There's only fourteen here. One is missing," said Mary Jane, interrupting Professor Trudy.

"That's impossible," said Professor Trudy, smiling. "The containers that we have our arachnids in are inescapable and bullet proof. Not even the strongest or

cleverest-"

"She's right," said a girl named Jeanie. "There

Professor Trudy looked at the container the two girls were pointing at. "Funny. I'll have to report that as soon as we're done." Professor Trudy then continued walking as if the incident was nothing.

Before Lizzie could follow Professor Trudy, she felt someone tap her shoulder.

"I'm going to take some more shots. I'll catch up soon," said Peter.

Lizzie nodded her head. As their tour group moved on to the second tank with three ugly stick looking spiders in it, Lizzie noticed that Peter was still missing in action. Making sure that she could slip away unnoticed, she went back to the place she had last seen Peter. He was still there, looking at his hand like he'd never seen a hand before.

"Hey, Pete. You okay?" she asked her brother, curious about his behavior.

Peter put his hand down like he had stuck his hand in the cookie jar and had gotten caught. "Yeah... I just... I just have a cramp... in my hand... yeah. My hand."

Before Lizzie could say anything else, Peter went to re-join the group.

Lizzie, confused, decided to worry about the situation later when she felt an itch on the side of her head. When Lizzie went to scratch her ear, she knocked off the pencil she had placed there for safe keeping. The yellow pencil bounced off the floor before rolling under a table.

"Shoot," said Lizzie as she got down on her hands and knees to retrieve the object. Lizzie, finding herself in front of a table like thing, soon discovered that she needed to get closer to the ground and reach far underneath to grab what she wanted.

"Almost. Got. It," said Lizzie as she bit the bottom of her lip in concentration.

When Lizzie had finally reached her possession, she exclaimed, "Yes!" in triumph. Bringing her hand back to herself, she felt a small tickle on her arm.

"What the-"

And that's when it - something - bit her with what felt like two sharp needles being jabbed into her skin.

"Ouch!" she squeaked.

Lizzie violently shook her arm, making whatever was on her fly through the air. The young girl stared with wide eyes as a creepy looking blue and red spider scurried away until it disappeared from sight.

Taring her gaze away from the creature, Lizzie looked at her injured limb, examining every inch of skin until she saw something. There, on her wrist, was a big white blister l

The teenanger groaned. "Really, Mr. Spider? Why on Earth did you have to bite me? Now I'm going to shrivel up like a prune and die and my poor aunt will cry and no one will come to my-"

"Lizzie?" Lizzie jumped in fright, hitting her head against the table.

"Ow! My head."

"Are you okay?" asked Harry as he leaned down to see her head injury.

"Yeah. You just scared me... and gave me a massive headache."

Harry smiled crookedly in guilt (which made Lizzie's heart melt.)

"Sorry. I just wanted to let you know that our group is moving on to the next activity. I didn't want you to get left behind. And I sure as heck didn't mean to hurt you."

Lizzie smiled at her best friend. "No. It's fine. I know that you didn't mean to injure me. Thanks, Hair."

Harry grinned as he helped Lizzie back on to her feet before they continued on. As they both began to make their way back to the group, Lizzie covered up her bite with her sleeve, not wanting to look at the nasty thing until she had to.

~R~E~A~L~I~T~Y~T~H~E~

"Hey. Are you two feeling okay?" asked Harry as they waited for their rides on the school's front steps.

Lizzie glanced up at Harry without taking her head off of an equally sick Peter's shoulder.

"Yeah. We feel, like, one-hundred percent amazing," said Lizzie trying to joke around the pain she felt.

Harry did not look very convinced. Before their friend could argue some more with them, Harry's car pulled up. The brunette looked torn for a moment before slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "I'll talk to you both later. And get some sleep."

"Will do," mumbled Lizzie from her brother's neck.

After getting in his ride, waved from his window, then drove off for home.

~S~T~O~R~Y~

As soon as the twins got off the bus with Mary Jane, their friend looked at them, concerned for her friends.

"Are you sure you're fine? Do you need me to walk you up to your steps?"

Lizzie gave a weak grin. "Thanks, MJ, but no thanks. We can make it on our own. We'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Mary Jane, after giving them one last look of concern, said goodbye and made her way home.

As soon as she disappeared, Lizzie weakly shoved Peter. "Let's go. I've got a toilet to visit and you've got a bed to sleep in."

~O~F~S~P~I~D~E~R~W~O~M~A~N~

"Hello, kids! You excited for dinner?" asked Uncle Ben as the siblings slowly entered the living room.

"Sorry, Uncle Ben," said Peter.

"We don't feel good. We're going to our rooms to sleep it off," concluded Lizzie as the they walked upstairs.

Peter went into his room to nap while Lizzie decided to drop off her backpack in her room before going to the bathroom. She didn't make it.

Instead, she closed her door quickly and crouched down in front of her garbage can, pukeing what seemed and felt like her guts. After the second or third spew, Lizzie lost count. When her stomach felt like it was empty, she staggered her way to the bed, collapsed on it, and pulled a light sheet over herself.

Lizzie had never felt this sick before in her entire life. Her period seemed dim in comparison to this. And that was saying something.

Please, just stop! she begged her body in silence. Just stop!

She felt knotted. Her out-of-shape-body felt like a balloon being blown up and let out over and over... Another wave of pain consumed her, making the poor soul whimper like an injured puppy.

Please, Lizzie began to slowly slip into unconsciousness. Stop.