Title: The Perks of Being An Older Sister

Note: in this one-shot, Nora, Chloe and Billy are triplets and Max and Phoebe are their older siblings, who love them very much. Also I couldn't remember what Phoebe's superhero name is, so I kinda made one up.

Summary: ThunderGirl, AKA Phoebe Thunderman, is badly injured but that won't stop her from experiencing the perks of being an older sister for the first time.


Determination sinks into her bones as she hears the echo of shrill wails further down the hallway, letting her know that she's on the right path. Her knees throbs with pain, providing her ever-growing headache the bass line it needs to become a song as she continues to struggle her way down the hallways. It really doesn't help that they bend around corners and then spilt into at least three different directions.

She stumbles around what must be the hundredth corner today and is met with the sight of the waiting room. No one looks up as she stalks across the room muttering vicious curses, the type she won't ever be able to say around her younger siblings. She's about to make her way to the receptionist and demand where the maternity ward is when the peace of the waiting room is pierced by a high-pitched shriek. She spins around, ready to help the person when she's pulled into a hug so tight they bring stars with them. She's about to push intruder off when the words tumbling off their lips finally register in her fog filled mind. "– you're literally my idol. I love you, so, so much. Thanks for keeping the city safe."

Idol. City. Safe. She realises with a shock that she's still in full gear; cape, super suit, weapons, everything and anything ThunderGirl might need while saving the city. Her words – "Always happy to help." – are barely registered and before long, the fan is being shooed away by the nurses who are rushing to help her into a wheelchair. Panicked faces swim above her, rushed words swimming out into an ocean that will never get them. They turn the corner and from the corner of her eye, she sees the sign that brings the nurses to a halt – Barb Thunderman.

The nurses seem to realise what she wants because they leave her outside the door. She struggles for a few minutes to get out of the chair before realising it has wheels and that the door is wide open, easy to access. She wheels in, excitement simmering under her skin, warming her veins and making her heart melt, even though the sight before her could have done that itself.

Her mother is cradling one of her siblings, a girl judging by the pink blanket, while Max, the one who says he doesn't love his family, lays next to her, holding another baby sister. Her father is taking photos, capturing every moment with a huge smile on his face while a sleeping baby boy rests in an incubator nearby. She moves over to it, completely mesmerised by his little button nose and smooth skin. Her arms stretch out, gently stealing the baby from the mess of tangled blankets as tears of happiness fill her eyes. Her heart feels full of love for this little baby in her arms, her baby brother, and she knows that she's gonna be the best big sister ever, despite the age gap. Phoebe lets her eyes slip shut soon after, falling asleep holding her baby brother, keeping him close to her heart.

These are the very first perks of being an older sister.