A/N: Hey guys! Sorry that it took me so long to update, haha. I didn't forget about it, I promise, I just didn't really have any inspiration. Well, here ya go!

Loving Lincoln

Chapter 4: Luan

If there was one thing that seven year old Luan Loud loved more than anything, it was making others laugh. From an early age, she discovered that she had the ability to turn anything into a joke.

She has a very special mission today, and that was to make her four year old brother, Lincoln, laugh. He hadn't been feeling well that day, so she conjured up some new material she had been working on. As well as some of the classics.

She remembered how much Lincoln loved her sock puppets when he was a baby, so she brought those along as well.

She threw everything she needed into her wagon, and made her way over to her brother's room. She knocked on the door, and her a small voice from inside.

"Come in", the voice said.

She opened the door and made her way into Lincoln's room. His room was made out of an old closet, and wasn't very big, but she managed to fit everything inside.

Lincoln was laying in his bed, with the covers up to his neck. His nose was all puffy from where he'd been sneezing and wiping it so much. There were piles of tissues in the floor next to him, and he looked to have just woken up from a nap.

"Hey, Linc", Luan said as she made her way inside. "Feeling any better?"

He shook his head as he sniffed his nose.

"Aw, well I'm sorry to hear that", she said as she began pulling things out of the wagon. She took her old sock puppets and put them on her hands. "Hold on tight, Lincoln because I've got something that's sure to knock your socks off".

She giggled and ruffled his hair with one of the puppets.

"Say Luan, it looks like we have someone who isn't feeling well", she said as one of the puppets.

"I know what we should do!", Luan said as she went over and grabbed a jack in the box, one of Lincoln's favorites.

She took it and sat down next to the bed where he could see. She turned the wheel so that the music would play, until the puppet popped out.

She laughed as soon as it happened. She was expecting to hear Lincoln as well, but she looked up, and he was still looking at her with the same tired gaze.

Maybe he just didn't feel like laughing, but she could at least get him to smile, right?

She went over to her wagon and pulled out a bottle of bubble soap. They weren't funny, but Lincoln always giggled happily at the sight of so many bubbles.

She opened it and dipped the wand in the soap. She put it to her lips and blew a few until the room was almost full of them.

Lincoln was sick, and didn't feel like doing much of anything. But when he saw the parade of bubbles floating around his bed, he couldn't help but life up his hand to pop some.

"Bubble!", he giggled as he began popping some.

Luan smiled as she had achieved her goal. She sat there and blew more bubbles until Lincoln was worn out.

Their mom had come in to give Lincoln his medicine, and Luan decided she'd stay until he fell asleep.

She went through her old joke books and told him some jokes, much to his delight. She didn't enjoy those books as much, but Lincoln loved them for some reason.

The sound of his little laugh was like music to her ears. Even when it's all nasally and sick, it still sounds just as adorable.

It wasn't long before Lincoln felt the effects of the medicine taking over, and began to flutter his eyes.

When he finally fell asleep, Luan smiled as she watched the slow rise and fall of his little chest. She grabbed his Bun Bun, and placed him into Lincoln's arms.

"Ha", Luan said to herself. "You know what they say, laughter really is the best medicine".