Guys, this story lives; it's just complicated to write chapter is a little more emotional, next one will have much more action. The twins have my heart. (Still no Max/Phoebe, just sibling love). Enjoy!

Fearing The Impossible

"Where are you! Phoebe!"

She tried to turn around, make out her friends in the darkness.

"Phoebe! Help me!"

"I'm coming Ivonne!" she shouted, running towards the voice. The strange fog which had suddenly appeared out of nowhere wouldn't go a way. It sure felt like a trap.

"Ivonne, what's happening!?"

But this time she got an answer no more. Where did the others go? And who was their attacker!?

Phoebe closed her eyes, listening carefully into the night.

Then it hit her. She was alone!

"Show yourself!"

Still no answer.

"Where are you!?"

Nothing. Not a sound. This kind of silence for sure wasn't natural.

Phoebe tried to make something out in the fog ,but it was impossible and was it just her imagination or did the air slowly start to get thinner around her!?

Caught. By an invisible enemy.

Don't panic, she told herself. Don't panic.

The fog was heavy on her eyes and...heavy was her body...

"No..." She couldn't faint now! She couldn't!

"No..." Phoebe Thunderman mumbled in her sleep, turning from one side to another, cold sweat forming on her forehead. "Not this time..."

In Max's lair:

"And this mysterious villain now…got her powers!?" Colosso knew Max wasn't lying, but he just couldn't believe what he was hearing there.

"Yes. That's what she said."

The bunny chuckled, making Max roll his eyes.

"Not funny." He went over to his board adding a few more details to the mind map which was developing day by day.

"Now all this makes even less sense." His eyes wandered to the "How?" section of his research.

"Let's rethink again: A superhero can't really lose his powers if he or her was born with them. The source of mine and Phoebe's is in our brain…so they are just blocked, simple is that!" He gripped the bliking devices which his mom had put around his ankle more than once from his table. "Like those are doing."

"With electromagnetism?" Colosso asked also deep in thought.

"Maybe. But probably much stronger." Max answered throwing his pen in the air and catching it again. "So how you gonna find out?"

The boy stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before giving a careful answer. "I thought about doing a brain scan or something, but…I doubt it's possible to convince a doctor to cooperate…"

"Make him cooperate" his mentor threw in coldly, but the boy shook his head.

"Even if it would work out, it's Phoebe who we need to be exanimated…" And he couldn't really kidnap his own sister!

Well maybe…no! He massaged his temples with his fingertips, sensing how the lack of sleep made his thought all blurry.

"If there was another hero with telekinetic power, ice or fire breath…." he continued slowly. "Then I could ask him or her about it…"

"But there's none?"

"No!" Max groaned. "You won't believe all the silly superpowers that exist, but our power seem really rare…"

Colosso didn't answer anymore and as he checked the time on his watch, the teen decided that he probably should sleep instead of trying to force out a solution from nowhere. Letting himself sink in the cushions, Max fell into slumber almost immediately, but the dream he was having was rather strange...

Where am I, Max thought while finding himself standing in a large white room with just a minimum of furniture in it.

"Dad!" he exclaimed seeing his father entering as well.

"What are you doing here? Where are we?"

His dad looked at him strangely. "What do you mean? In Metroburg of course!"

"…What!?"

Startled Max run to one of the windows and indeed: the skyscrapers, the illuminated main tower, the eastern bridge…everything was there!

"Why are we back?!"

The room suddenly felt really small, but as he tried to open the windows, he found them locked.

"What are you talking about Max? We never left!"

Turning around on his heels at this statement, Max's mouth fell open. The living room wasn't empty anymore! It now looked just like it had when they had lived here a few years ago…"I…I.." he felt at a loss of words, when he heard footsteps coming running into the room.

"Wait for me, Billy!" The girl laughed as he chased her brother around while their father quickly got out of the way.

"Billy…Nora…" he mumbled, a part of him very relieved that at least something seemed logical here.

"Max!" his siblings both exclaimed and to his complete surprised pulled him into a hug. "Guys…!?" What for god's sake was going on?!

"We're so happy you're here, Max!" Nora said smiling. "You finally woke up!"

Max stared at this father in confusion and he gave him a reassuring nod. "Don't crowd him so much, he's probably still not fully recovered." Hank came closer and put a hand on Max's shoulder. "You were pretty sick my son. High fever and…everything." The way he said it made it obvious that he wasn't telling the whole truth.

"But let's forget about the dark days and continue to live!"

"Dad, you're talking strange…"

Feeling Nora reaching out for his hand again, a shiver went down his spine. This all was more than strange.

"Ah…I'm sorry. Just get well, so that we can continue your hero training!" Hank said happily. "Right Max?"

His head was spinning and he didn't understand a thing. Was he going crazy!?

"Where's mom?" Max asked, slightly panicked. Maybe his mother knew more...

"In the bedroom."

"I'll…I'll be back in a minute!" he said faking a grin while quickly backing away from the others. It all had to be a stupid joke, there was no other explanation.

"Hello?" Barb's voice answered him from inside as he knocked on the door. "Come in."

His mother was sitting on the bed, looking like always.

"Max! My baby, come here!" He approached her slowly, fearing she would act as weird as her husband.

"Mommy…I don't get why we are in Metroburg…" The teen sat down next to her while she eyed him carefully.

"Really? Where else should we be, honey?"

"In…in Hiddenville of course! You gave up your career, so we kids could have a normal life away from all this…" he gestured widely with his hands. "And now…I mean me and Phoebe were at school there, we had friends and everything."

Barb nodded now and then, while giving him a compassionate look.

"Mom, I'm not crazy! I swear! If you would just…here! Ask Colosso!" Max suddenly had spotted the bunny on the other side of the room, sitting in a small cage.

"Ask whom?"

"Dr. Colosso! Tell her I'm right!" His voice sounded desperate by now, but sure his mentor would help him.

"Son, dear, bunnies can't talk…" Barb said worriedly and sadly the transformed villain really didn't answer.

"Why…why are you…" The boy buried his face in his hands, hearing his mom's soft voice again.

"You're just confused Max. Go to sleep…"

"I'm not confused!" he shouted. "I wanna talk to Phoebe!"

Barb shook her head slowly, then lifted her hand to feel for a fever. "Who's Phoebe?"

Max felt dizzy of all sudden. "My twin sister of course!"

A flash of emotion appeared on his mother's face, but it was gone all too soon. Abruptly Barb stood up.

"Mom!?"

"Max, be calm and try to relax, I'll get your father. You're definitively not well if you now imagine to have a twin…"

He wanted to say something, but she had already left.

"My whole family…" he whispered to himself. "They all…" Quickly he got up as well, silently making his way to the other door of the room. "I'm going to find Phoebe Colosso! Don't tell them where I am!"

The animal just stared at him, showing no sign of understanding anything at all.

"I'll be back…" And with that Max ran down the stairs, reaching the exit breathlessly. At this point he just was scared, even of his own family.

Something terrible must have happened to them, he thought while heading to the river. Had someone erased his parents' and even his siblings' mind?

Sitting down on a bench, he gazed at the city which appeared somewhat dark and mysterious without any sunlight. Dark clouds were coming closer from the south and the grey smoke of the nearby factory blurred his sight while he smelled the scent of petrol and burned metal in the air. He had been born here, opened his eyes under the neon lights of the nearby hospital. Reporters had been waiting in front of the door, dad had told them, eager to get a photo of Thunderman's first children.

Yes, two of them.

The sound of a siren made him look up and soon enough he could make out some cars, speeding towards the hero central. Metroburg was never calm and he loved and hated it equally. Phoebe as well, he knew that.

"Where's my sister!?" he whispered again while lifting his gaze to the clouded sky. "Where!?"

"Talking to yourself again, Thunderman!?" A mocking voice startled him from behind and turning around quickly, Max stared into a familiar face.

"Mark?"

A tall, but slim boy with dark blond hair stood behind him, wearing a white uniform which gave away his origin. And he wasn't the only one. Three of his friends or fellows were at his side and if Max wasn't tricked by his own memory, they all were old classmates of his. Why hadn't he heard them approaching?

"Look at you…all alone as always, loser!" another boy in a red uniform laughed, while pointing his finger at him.

"Shut up!" Max gave back not really in the mood for a confrontation.

"Oh, is little Maximus all upset again? Did he get lost…-"

"Shut up!" Max had risen from the bench and just now he realized he also was wearing his superhero costume.

Strangely it didn't bother him as much as it should have.

"Oh! Woah! We're soooo afraid of you….right Iceman?"

Mark laughed at this comment, while taking a step forward as well. "Your little pranks are out of my league Thunderman!"

The group cheered at this and Max had the strong urge to use his telekinesis and throw them into the river for good.

"Just leave, I'm not interested in anyone of you! I don't even remember your stupid names!" This maybe wasn't entirely true, but for him this conversation was over. Sitting down again, he turned his back to the group, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Oh, he doesn't remember us Jefferson! Well, maybe he remembers this!"

Expecting to be attacked Max hastily turned around again, but he faced words instead of weapons.

"Tell me, how's his name?

It's probably quite lame.

The son of Thunderman

Has nothing of a plan…"

Max felt his fingers clench hearing the first verse of this "song" they used to insult him with at school. These times were over for good!

"More a zero, not a hero!"

Aiming at Mark with one finger Max tried to get him on the ground, but moving around quickly the boy escaped his grip, a wide grin on his face. "We're not done yet!" he announced and the group continued to sing:

"Look, he's such a shame!

Himself he has to blame!

You're never one of us!-"

Max tripped as without a warning a hand of mud came flying towards his face. He wasn't able to block it in time…

"You're stupid, MAXIMUS!"

Roaring laughter filled his ears while he struggled to get up from the ground. To get revenge. Finally, revenge! Rubbing the dark liquid out of his eyes, he immediately got into fighting position, but…the boys were all gone! "What!" he screamed furious looking around. How was this even possible?!

Trying to spot them somewhere he took a few steps towards the river, but all the streets he could see from here were filled by traffic making it too difficult to find a single person.

Did he feel angry or just frustrated? "WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU!?" he shouted out into the evening, even though they surely couldn't hear him. It realy felt good to scream, but it also exhausted him further.

And yes, it was even getting dark already, he realized, wishing he had something more on than his useless costume. The cold wind made him shiver and he felt more alone than ever before. No Phoebe, no Colosso…just him and the emptiness of the big intimidating city…

"What are you waiting for?" For the second time Max flinched at the sound of a nearby voice. A person in a black hoodie had taken a seat on the bench, bending down now and then to grip a stone and throw it into the river.

"Who are you?" Max asked the stranger, but he just motioned the teen to sit down next to him. Max approached him carefully trying to get a glimpse on the person's face, but it was impossible.

"Why are you so alone out here Max? Where's your sister?"

"Why do you know my n…-you know Phoebe!?" Max couldn't care less that it was more than wrong to talk to some shady character in a lonely area. This man may was the only chance he had to ever find his sister again!

"I do." The stranger stared straight forward, his voice calm, but also tired.

"Then tell me where she is!" Max didn't want to sound so demanding, but he feared the other would leave as suddenly as he had appeared.

And he wanted to find Phoebe. Now, right now!

"You're the only one who hasn't forgotten her Max, as long as you remember she will live…"

The teen felt ice cold at these words, making him imagine the worst. "Is she still…here?" he whispered not daring to speak out what he was thinking. The stranger kept silence for a few seconds, playing with another stone in his hand. Eventually he threw this one in the river as well making large circles appear on the surface of the water.

"Maybe." He answered quietly. "Or maybe not."

"No…" Max mumbled, getting up from the bench with a jump. "All this is wrong…and…AND YOU'RE A LIAR!" he screamed ready to grip the other and reveal his true identity.

"You're angry, I understand. But what happened to your sister was…"

"Probably YOU were the one who did it!" Max knew what he was doing was illogical, but he needed someone to take the blame.

He couldn't take all the blame himself anymore.

"I'm not and would I lie to you?" he answered, not losing his calm at all.

"How can I know? I don't know who you are!"

"No, you really don't."

Was this man making fun of him!? "I'll find out!" And using all his force Max gripped the stranger's shoulders to turn him around. He wouldn't be tricked any longer and being nice had never been his strength.

Apropos strength…his opponent seemed quite strong indeed giving him a hard time to make him cooperate.

"MAX!"

Who was this again!?

"MAX! I GOT IT!"

Suddenly he couldn't move anymore, the fog around him blurred his sight…

"WAKE UP!"

"Noooo….!" Max couldn't hold back a little scream as he found himself in the middle of his bed, the cover on the ground and Colosso shouting at him as if the house was on fire.

"Finally! I thought I need to start our self destruction countdown to get you up!" his mentor told him while the boy just slowly got aware of this surroundings.

They weren't in Metroburg. This was there house in Hiddenville! And Colosso…

He looked at the bunny who stared at him with excitement in his dark eyes, was talking to him again!

"It was all not real…" he whispered relieved climbing out of his bed to pick up the blankets.

"What was not real?"

"The dream…" Max answered while fighting the urge to get his teddy as well. Of course he was being silly, he knew that, but he still was pretty shaken from what he had seen.

"Allright. Back to reality. I FOUND OUT WHO ELSE HAS TELIKINESIS!"

"Do you have to scream!" Max gave back angrily, but then finally the message sunk in. "You did!? Who is it?"

Colosso smiled at him. "Hint one: It's not a hero!"

"So…" the teen needed a moment to sort things out in his mind. "It's a villain!?"

"Bingo!"

Fully awake again, Max waited for his mentor to answer, but Colosso apparently thought he would come to a conclusion himself soon enough.

"Come on fellow, it's not that hard."

"If you say so…." He tried to remember as many villains as possible, but if Colosso said it was obvious…

"Hint two: Max, the answer is in this room!"

The young villain stared at his friend in disbelief: "You have telekinetic powers!? Whaaaat!?"

The bunny rolled his eyes at him. "Of course not, genius!"

"But…"

"IN THE LAIR MAX!"

He looked around everywhere, his eyes meeting the poster on the opposite wall. "DARK MAYHEM!"

"Right!"

"This…this is…" Max stood up and started to walk around his in circles while trying to think of what to do now with this new information. "You're absolutely sure?!"

The villan nodded seriously.

"When I was entering the villain league a friend of him told me. And later I heard it from a member of the villain conceal again. It has to be true."

"If this is the case…" The boy hastily pushed all the papers from his table, letting them fall to the ground without caring. This place was a mess anyway. Searching on his computer for a minute, he eventually found the right data, pressing several buttos at once.

"Max, please tell me you're not doing what I think you're doing?!" Colosso exclaimed horrified as the red lights on Max's communication screen turned on.

"Yes, indeed", his student gave back boldly. "I'm calling Mayhem right now!"

"But it's 3 am in the morning!"

"Some call it early, I call it evil!"

"And I call you crazy!" Colosso brought out faintly, not believing how stubborn the boy could be sometimes.

"Daddy,you really called Mayhem that late!?" Ellie seemed quite impressed and her father smiled at her expression.

"I did."

"Couldn't you wait until the morning?"

Max paused for a moment, carefully taking his daugthers small hands in his. "Some things can wait, Ellie, and some can not. It maybe wasn't smart what I did back there...but it all maybe would have ended differently if I didn't made that call..."

He leaned forward to kiss her , maybe everything would be different now, maybe...

"Dad!"

"What?"

"Go on already! It was just getting interesting!"

"Okay, okay, sorry..."

My, this child was impatient. Well, at least he knew where that came from.

"I called Dark Mayhem and tried to get more information about what happened to my sister...but he wasn't that willing to tell as you can imagine..."

"Max Thunderman..."

"Mayhem, my evil lord..." Max knew he maybe should have been afraid right now, but he wasn't. He was running on autopilot.

"Seeing you called me at this time, I'm sure you made your decision boy. It took you way too long!"

Wait...what!?

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

The man behind the screen visibly straightened up in his chair at this comment, his eyes glowing dangerously.

"YOU HAVEN'T READ THE MESSAGE!?"

"I haven't..."

Maybe Colosso had been right...what if...

"READ IT NOW!" Mayhem demanded and not seeing any other way, Max opened his message box.

There really was something remarkable adressed to him. From about three days ago.

"Mr. Maximus O. Thunderman, you were accepted into the IVA (International Villain Acedemy) and from now on can call yourself an official member of the YVL (Young Villain League). We expect your confirm as fast as..." Max stopped reading, feeling strangely light headed all of a sudden.

He really made it. He really got in!

Slowly he lifted his gaze, facing the angry supervillain he had once called his role model. They would never take him now.

Never.

Shouldn't he be happy? Afraid? Devastated? All Max could feel was simple shock.

"You don't look happy Thunderman! Not that you should, happiness is an illness if you ask me, but I truly thought you wanted to be a part of the villain community!"

He isn't screaming at me, Max thought confused. Why did he even accept my call!?

"My lord..." How should he start? "Something has occured."

"What has occured?!"

Max looked the other straight in the eyes, trying to look as determinate as possible.

"A villain attacked the superhero community and stole some people's powers." He didn't want to mention Phobe's name. Not if it wasn't necessary.

"You're lying Thunderman. I see it in your face, I hear it in your voice."

Max froze, but didn't back away.

"Go on."

"I find myself in a situation in which I could be the next aim of such an attack, my lord..." The teen gulped, before he continued the sentence.

"I ask you, my evil master, to give me advice in this case...because you own powers which are similar to mine..."

"Similar? Idiot, I own powers you could never dream of!"

"That's not what I meant..."

"And WHY should I help you, Thunderturd!?"

Feeling at a loss of words, Max searched for Colosso's eyes and the bunny held his head up high. The boy knew what that meant. Chin up!

"Me and my powers can be useful for you, my lord, I'm at you service. Without them, I can't serve you."

A moment of silence followed and if he would have been able to get a glimpse behind Mayhem's mask, Max was sure he would have seen a thoughtfull expression.

"You're arrogant like you father, Thunderman. But you're at least smart. Maybe your idiocy has something brave sometimes. You want a deal, you will get it."

Mayhem leaned even closer to the screen, observing every of his movements.

"Don't think I trust you, boy, I never trust anyone. You got potential and you will prove it. Ask your question!"

Max mind was racing, unsure of how to start.

"How can someone gain his telecinetic powers back? If they were...stolen, I mean?"

The villain let out a dark laugh at this, making the other two shiver.

"Idiot. It's impossible to erase such powers. At least until I will find a way to do it. The day your telekinetic power is no more, you will be no more. They can be blocked, that's all. If they are blocked too long, you can reactivate them by animating certain parts of the brain..."

Woah, that's a lot! Max thought happily, quickly making notes on his board.

"I still see no reason in what that villain did to your sister."

Crash. There went the water glass which had been placed on the table, it's content spilling all over the floor.

"WHAT!? You know the one who did it?"

But it wasn't really a question. It was obvious. Damn.

"I maybe do or maybe not."

"Tell me!"

"Show some respect, Thunderman!" Mayhem's voice had gone colder once again.

"Don't forget how small and useless you are compared to me. Don't ever forget that."

Max looked to the ground, breathing heavyly while tryng to stay calm.

"I answered one question. But a deal is a deal. I get something too. You're missed the deadline, you're out of the academy."

He waited a few seconds, liking how the boy didn't breake down, but kept his composure.

"But there aren't many good villains out there today. Not many capaples to please Mayhem with their plans. I want you."

Max closed his eyes while clenching his fists as if in pain.

"You don't want to go. I know it. You're a slave to your weak emotions. You're weak as a little child, Maximus. I can make you invincible."

The boy still didn't look up, feeling actually weakened by the insulting words.

"If you enter the villain u, I will give your more information about your sister's fate. If not...well, no one knows what could happen then..."

"You're an awful person", Max suddenly said, disgust in his voice.

"I thank you for that compliment, boy. Are you in? There's not much time left to decide."

The teen finally lifted his head, revealing how pale he had gotten. But this time Mayhem didn't laugh.

"You look sick, Max. And I'm not surprised. How hard is life if you have emotions, isn't it? How sad..." The supervillain whispered the last words while pressing several buttons on his desk.

"One week, Maximus. Seven whole days to hear you decision."

Then the screen suddenly went black.

And Max broke down on the floor.

What for heaven's sake was he supposed to do now!? Max hugged his knees up to his chest. He couldn't tell anyone anthing about this!

"Max..."Colosso started carefully, "Don't do this right now. Go to sleep and tomorrow we'll find a solution."

The boy said nothing for a while, before nodding slowly in agreement, even though he didn't really believe he would be able to sleep just one second tonight.

Standing up slowly, his gaze fell on the broken glass on the ground.

"I'm going to get some water", he announced, turning to the stairs and walking up as quietly as he could manage. Hopefully his parents were asleep already.

Once in the kitchen he just was about to open the freezer as suddenly a small noise attired his attention. It sounded like...well...Max listened carefully, directing his steps to the living room.

"Hello?"

No, it didn't come from in here, but from aboth.

From...oh no...

"Pheebs!?" Max had taken two steps at once running up the stairs as fast as possible. Yes, the crying was definitively coming from his sister's bed room.

"Phoebe?" Pushing the door open he spoke her name again. Was she having a nightmare? Turning on the lights he carefully approached her bed.

"Max?!"

She hadn't been asleep, at least wasn't anymore, was sitting there in her pyjamas with a slightly scared expression on her tired face.

"Hey sis…" He sat down next to her seeing how Phoebe quickly tried to wipe the tears away from her cheeks.

"Need a tissue?"

She nodded softly, but as Max started to search in the pockets of his jeans he couldn't find one. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"I'm…sorry." he whispered carefully placing a hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay…" she answered with a thick voice, but a hint of amusement flashed over her face as she realized his faux pas.

"You never have a tissue…I'm just being silly."

"No…" Hug her already! a voice in his head pushed him. Comfort her! Or do you want her to think you don't care? Max felt himself at a loss of words, losing himself in the loving and warm eyes of his sister which were shimmering dark with tears. Say something! The hand in his pocket clenched to a fist and he wondered what for heaven's sake was wrong with him…

Everything, a tiny voice, different from the first one, spoke in his head. You failed your sister, like you always do. What...what if his dream would indeed become true!?

"Max?"

It was the light hint of worry, what drove the boy over the edge. How she was always concerned for him, even now when she was the one suffering. She always knew what to say, what to do…He buried his face in his hands terrified to feel something wet on his cheeks-. Oh please no.

"Oh my gosh Max!" Phoebe had gripped his arm, hindering him from running away. "Max, what's wrong?!"

He couldn't answer, because he didn't know himself. Maybe Mayhem had been right about him being weak. It just hurt so much inside him. "Come here…" Phoebe carefully pulled him into her arms, rubbing his back like it was the most natural thing on earth.

But isn't it? Max thought while trying to wipe the tears away. Shouldn't he be doing this right now? Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Shhh…" Phoebe felt a bit like joining him, but another part of her was strangely calm. She loved her brother, for sure, and of course she wished nothing more than for him to feel better. But somehow it also felt good to be needed, to be finally needed again and not so useless anymore.

"Max…tell me what's wrong?"

"I'm…I'm a terrible brother…to you" he choked out, sensing her hands on his back. "Y-You deserve s-so much better…"

"That's not true Max, you know that's not true…"

But her twin shook his head with determination. "I failed you…"

Phoebe felt her brother trembling hard under her touch and therefore pulled him closer.

"You never failed me Max. In the end you always got it right…" Her voice sounded soothing, but her words didn't do the job this time.

"Not n-now…I failed you and I…I w-will fail you again…"

A single hard sob escaped his mouth making Phoebe lift her hand to gently caress her twin's head."Stop…stop saying things which aren't true…"

"C-cause that's what I am…"

Phoebe closed her eyes praying for him not to finish the sentence. "Max don't…"

"One big failure."

Even though his words hadn't been intended to hurt her, the superheroine felt a strong sting in her heart hearing them. This was truly bad. Did her brother really think so less of himself?

"Shh…that's not true…"she assured him, rocking him back and forth in the hope to calm him down.

"You are amazing! You're brave, you're strong and so smart!"

Feeling this couldn't really convince him she dared to pull away, placing her hands on his reddened cheeks. "Max, look at me."

Her fingers wiped away some more of the tears while he tried to focus on her voice. "I'm sorry you ever felt this way. You're my brother and what can I say?" Phoebe smiled while cupping his face. "I have many people in my life, many people I like very much: Mom and Dad, Billy, Nora, our little Chloe…Cherry and Link at a time…"

Max blinked feeling his breath stop and his mind going blank.

"But there existed never…never, not a single moment, someone who I loved more than I love you, Max." And sensing it was the right thing to do, she emphasized her words by placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

"You're my twin and you'll be forever."

The boy let out a deep breath, unable to pronounce just how much she had given him with this confession…

"Okay?" she whispered observing him closely.

"Wow...I ...yes…me too…" He wished he would be able to speak as beautifully as his sister just had, able to express she was the most important person in his life as well and how he couldn't be without her…

"Why am I so bad at this…" he mumbled barely audible "…I hope you know that…I…"

But Phoebe indicated him silently to stop. "Max, I know, really. Don't worry…just the way you're looking at me now tells me you feel the same."

"You women are a pure miracle to me…" he answered relieved the tears had finally stopped. She laughed at this and his face lit up as well.

"I miss the university…"she stated suddenly, still smiling but with a ting of sadness in her eyes.

"Oh…I'm sorry" he answered lamely, not sure about how he could cheer her up.

"Yeah…it's especially sad, because there is going to be the first superhero prom this weekend and I already bought a new dress…I dreamed of it since I was a little child, you know? Who would be there, how I would join the hero league and dad taking photos and being so proud of me…"

She stopped as she felt her emotions welling up again, closing her eyes for a moment.

"Pheebs…believe me I understand. And I wish I could…" Max paused there, looking like he just had had an idea.

"Phoebe! What would you say if we throw are party here this weekend? With our friends?"

He had taken her hands in his, getting excited about his plan.

"Really?" She didn't seem completely satisfied, but nevertheless happy with this proposal.

"But…" her eyes unconsciously wandered over her hands and fingertips, "will mom and dad allow it?"

"I'll make them agree, you know me sis…" Max answered grinning even though he knew this indeed wasn't going to be easy.

"Thank you so much!" She hugged him again, all nightmares and issues forgotten for now. "It's nice to have a villain brother sometimes, you know? Because I don't have to do the uncomfortable stuff myself…"

"True." He agreed and without needing to ask first he adjusted his positon, lying down next to her.

"G'night"

"Night"

Phoebe closed her eyes, her hand still touching her brother's wrist. That's when Max felt it, a strange sensation, like a little power surge.

Looking at his twin he wondered what had happened, but she already was asleep. Soon he was as well.

End of chapter 3

It's impossible to seperate the twins. What do you think? Fow did you like this chapter? I'm always gratefull for reviews =)

(oh and Marc Iceman was a character I orginally invented for my story "Almost")