Are you my brother?

a Loud House's fanfic

by sorrowXdarkness

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Lucy awoke from a deep slumber. Her eyes were having a hard time adjusting to the sunshine that beamed across her face. She cast a shadow with her hand as she shook herself out of the ray's effect. Although partially blurry, it took a moment for her to see where she was. A clear meadow? Perhaps, a park? The well-trimmed grass, public bathrooms, and the playground nearby was a strong indicator of her location. Ro... Royal Woods Public Park. And as she lifted herself from the ground, a sharp pain emulated from her head. It was nearly unbearable as she let out a groan. She nearly keeled over as her head messed with her vision. It was the worst headache she ever had, but then it came to her.

When was the last time she got a headache?

She couldn't remember. In fact, she couldn't remember anything up until now. Looking around, she noticed there was only a few children nearby. Some laughter from afar along with some cheering. A couple were walking on the cement holding hands. There was also a strange boy running towards her direction with a can of juice. He seemed anxious but slowed down when they locked eyes. She tilted her head, puzzled by his arrival.

"Lucy! Are you alright?" He asked, approaching slowly.

Lucy? Is that my name? Thought the girl. She didn't recall any name, except for one.

"Lincoln?" She muttered. "Are you Lincoln?" She asked. The boy was baffled by her question. Perhaps she was wrong. She shouldn't assu-

"Lucy, what do you mean if I'm Lincoln? Of course, I'm Lincoln!" He grabbed her by her arm. She felt his warm touch. And despite his white snow hair, her skin were pale in comparison to his own. Shifting her head, strands of hair revealed the color on her head. They were black, yet his was white. Maybe they were friends? He did seem quite worry about her person. He was examining something on her head. "Maybe the blow to your head was worse than I thought."

Blow? She lifted her hand and began touching the surface of her cranium. Nothing so fa-

"Ouch..." She definitely felt that.

"Whoa, please be careful! We should get you home and have Lisa examine you or something." Ushered the boy, pulling on her arm. "Here, take this." The cold can of juice felt nice on her head. She thanked him before thinking of what he said.

"Lisa? Who is this Lisa person you speak of?" Her inquiry only brewed more anxiety within the boy as his speed further increased. Maybe not the best thing to ask, but she was curious. Better yet, who was she? What is her relationship between her and the boy? Were they very good friends? They must be for him to be so worried about her. She found herself adjusting his hold on hers until they intertwined their fingers. It felt just right. A little too perfect as she allowed herself to get dragged around.

"You said my said is Lucy, right? Do you know my last name?"

She didn't wait long to get an answer. "Lucy Loud. That's your name."

"Lucy Loud..." The name felt familiar as she now identified herself as Lucy. It did seem like it could be her name, and the name Lucy did sound cute. "So...are we like close?" She had to ask, fixing her bangs until her eyes were free from the dark shroud. They already crossed the baseball field and were heading towards the wooden bleachers. She nearly tripped by a stone on the ground. Seeing that misstep, the boy slowed down. He apologized and asked if she was alright. In her mind, she declared this boy as "kind". At least he was the one to find her in such a state.

"You're like the closest person in my life. No one can understand me better than you..."

That sounded almost like something a "special friend" would say. Although she couldn't remember who she was, she knew about love. His words felt profound. Pithy, yet short of a full on confession. She found her heart rapidly accelerating. Did he just open a door? Were they in that kind of relationship? Whoever this Lincoln was, he was indeed special. Walking toward the crowd, they stopped by two adults. One of them had a little girl in her arms; probably three years of age. When she saw them, her eyes lit up.

"Lincy...Lucy..." Her hands were clapping happily as she tried to reach out to them. Lavender was her choice of color, seeing how her plain shirt was drenched in that color along with her choice of socks. Her overalls were particularly worn. Most likely hand-me-downs.

"Lincoln...what's wrong sweetie?" Spoke the mother of the toddler.

"It's Lucy...she got hit in the head by the baseball. And now she doesn't remember who she is." Lincoln explained the situation even further as they took their seat. Rita, as the mother was called, looked at her head. She winced when she saw the bump and how red the area was. Her arms embraced the girl. It felt awkward, seeing how she just met that woman but it didn't matter. Her worrisome behavior were paralleled to Lincoln's.

"We should take her to the emergency room. I'll go, and you can stay here to cheer on Lynn." Spoke the mother to her husband. He agreed and gave the girl a quick embrace, referring her as his 'pumpkin'. Rita took hold of the girl and with the toddler, began to walk to the parking lot. Lincoln remained where he stood, leaving to stay behind. Their conjoined hands became detached. That feeling of separation did not sit well with the dark hair girl as she let out a shriek. She cried out a "no" that stretched across the field, almost resembling a banshee. It startled the mother, but Lincoln quickly regrouped with them. He got behind her and kept his body pressed against hers. His lips came close to her ear, reassuring Lucy that she would be fine. Shaking her head, she pleaded her case. The only person she could trust right now with her disconnected state, was him. Her eyes trembled, seeking desperately to get the boy to remain by her side. Her mouth opened to further convince him, but they fall short to deep breaths. Gasping for air as her heart accelerated yet for another cause.

Fear. Her current world revolved around him. Since her awakening, she forcefully attached herself to him, using his presence as her life-line. Severing that connection would crumple any sense of security that resided in the girl. He was what kept the girl together without breaking down. Losing who she was, with nothing but a boy begged the question. Who exactly was Lucy Loud. She definitely knew that she was very close to this Lincoln. Her body demanded that she remained close or else it would self-destruct.

Lincoln reciprocated the strong embraced. To see her in such a state, it brought out fresh feelings. The strong inclination to comfort this girl. It wasn't his first time, but mainly to his other younger siblings. Lucy was typically well put together with a strong persona. She had her cracks, yet she melded them well and would rarely display them to anyone. However, he was the exception. Whispering sweet words, he repeated them over and over until her body ceased the quivering. It took a few minutes, but Lucy regain control as she quietly followed both Rita and Lincoln to the car. A long and slow walk, never once letting go of his hand after that.

In the car, they both sat next to each other. Lincoln helped to secure her body with the seat belt before fixing his own. Rita stated out loud she would drive nice and slow for them. To give the girl time to adjust to the change in scenery. Lincoln reminded Lucy to keep holding his hand and if necessary, to give it a squeeze. She nodded, bringing their conjoined hands close before caressing the side of her face with the backside of his hand. It comforted her tremendously. Lincoln said nothing about the action. No matter what he thought, what was important was how she felt.

And almost by the natural properties of her body, her head leaned over to his vacant shoulder. With their height, they were just right. A moment later, she took in something refreshing. It felt enticing as she inhaled deeply and repeatedly. It was his scent that his body gave out. Bringing in so much relief that she began to drift. Lincoln shook her head with his shoulder. He spoke his mind. That she should wait until after the doctor checked her out before falling asleep.

"We can talk about anything you want. Like, what do you want to know? I'll tell you everything..."

Everything... The girl thought about it and seeing how they have the opportunity to chat, she wanted to know something. Tilting her head down, her eyes became covered by her bangs. "Okay... I want to know more about you. Anything you can tell me would be fine."

Lincoln didn't mind. He couldn't help but smile as he saw her and how she looked so much like her usual dark self. The boy thought since he was the only person she could trust, it would make sense to know more about him than anything else. He spoke about how he enjoys reading comic books, playing video games, and hanging out with his best friend Clyde. They both go to the same school. Have an affinity for the undead and spirits. The topic of Clyde became an interest for the girl. Hearing how this Clyde person was Lincoln's best friend got her thinking. He mentioned before that she was the closest person to him. And despite Clyde being his best friend, she stood a level above this Clyde person. Could it be...that we're...d-dating? The thought quickly exploded as did her head. Succumbing to her bashful yet bold thought, she went through a period of silence. The cool down took most of their time, yet Lincoln failed to notice. He simply kept talking and bringing up his other sisters they both shared. All as her mind became ensnared by that previous thought process, any other formation were denied of entry.

At the hospital, they waited patiently for their turn. They were behind two people as Lily played with Lucy. She found herself enjoying Lily's presence. The toddler was so happy to be around her. And funny enough, the toddler wanted to shower her with kisses. They were sloppy, yet endearing to the girl. Minutes later, she pulled the same stunt with Lincoln. He gladly took them before retaliating with his own shower. His lips were all around her face as she giggled. Her laughter were bright joy and then came the thought. If only, he could do the same with her. Before she knew it, her eyes were fixated on his lips. They were well-kept; moisturized and plump.

"Lucy... Lucy... Lucy!" He placed a hand on her shoulder.

She shook her head and returned to her senses. "Oh, sorry. I was in deep thought. What did you say?" Hopefully, he didn't notice her stare.

"I was asking if you want to eat something afterwards."

Oh. Despite everything that went down, her hunger was the last thing that came to mind. She nodded before her name came up by the admitting nurse. Her turn finally arrived as they stood up. Walking in, they were taken to a room where they waited for the arrival of the attending physician. Explaining the situation, the doctor proceeded to examine the structure of the girl. Data were written down before he requested an x-ray of her head followed by an MRI. The area of the cranium was swollen by the blow along with the brain. The area of the brain that dealt with functional memories and general knowledge were intact. Unfortunately, the rest of her long-term memories were lost from the damage. As the doctor explained, the brain required time to repair itself before re-establishing connection. Either way, he informed the family that there was no guarantee she would get her memories back. The last thing he requested was some blood work.

When Rita asked how long would it take, the doctor said a nurse would be here soon to draw the blood. Lucy let out a sigh, while Lincoln tightened his hold on her hand. The brain was a rather complex organ, but at the very least, all else was well. And although it wasn't the answer they were expecting, that didn't stop Lincoln from embracing Lucy. He was glad that she was well. Looking toward her eyes, he promised to help her reacquire her memories. Those sweet honey words were all she needed before returning the embrace. Her fear had subsided, as long as he was with her through the entire journey.

Even Lily hugged her, saying "Me too..." over and over again. And that concluded her first day waking up as Lucy Loud. The real surprise was when she arrived home to see Lincoln making his way inside her house. The meal from Burpin' Burger was nice. He offered to show her everything while Rita, her mother went to pick up the rest. Apparently, she had nine sisters. Hearing that, gave Lincoln a good look of her crystal blue eyes. Too many siblings in this one house. No wonder why her family name was Loud; she bet it was loud. Lincoln began with all the typical rooms:

Kitchen

Living Room

Basement (her second favorite spot)

Attic (her favorite spot)

Bathroom (there was only one)

Laundry chute (apparently it was one of her spots during her younger days.)

Inside the vents (a place she goes to focus on her writing)

And lastly her bedroom which she learned she co-habit the space with another one of her siblings. The former Lucy seemed to be quite fond of the darkness from what she gathered. Her ideal color was clearly black, and she also had a pet bat named Fang. Her phone was password protected, but fortunately enough, Lincoln knew it. Discarding what everyone else agreed, Lucy and Lincoln both shared each other password as a precaution. She thanked him, taking back the device while keeping her excitement in check. They were massively close, and there was nothing more to add to her theory. Her storage had photographs of coffins, title of books, and costume ideas. Only a handful of them were of her family. Lincoln said that Lucy wasn't much of a picture person; saying how easy it could swipe the soul of their victims. This Lucy shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with a photograph. She asked if she could take one with him, seeing how she didn't have one of just him.

To think, this Lucy person had someone as great as Lincoln who didn't mind. He took his spot beside her before taking hold of her phone and snapping a quick picture. She was quick on the uptake, smiling along during the flash. Viewing the snapshot, her lips shifted with a simper. Although she couldn't remember all the times they spent together, she will cherish all the memories. Recording each one as if new and never forgetting to tell him how much she appreciated his presence.

"Well, I got to go...put my stuff away." Lincoln said, nonchalant.

He's leaving already? Lucy nearly took a misstep as she regained her composure. She thought he would wait until her mother came home with the rest of her family. Following him a moment later, she noticed he kept walking down the corridor to a room at the far end. He opened the door and went in.

"Lincoln...wait!" She came from behind and noticed a small bedroom. It was tiny, even for a bedroom. Perhaps it used to be a closet made into a room. It housed all the basic furniture and posters of superheroes. There was even a model space craft not yet completed. "Hm?"

"Do you need something?"

"Who room is this?" She viewed the room some more, and then realized how different this room was compared to hers. The walls were plain yet profound with the poster boards and cracks. The setup took a practical approach to maximize the space; not something you expect from a girl.

"Oh, this is my room. It's where I keep my privacy from the rest of our nine siblings. But you're more than welcome to come in at anytime. The door is opened for you."

"I see...so that makes us brother and sister?"

"Of course."

And there came the revelation. And although she understood, her heart could not. They were siblings. Closer to each other than of the other siblings. She wanted to apologize to the previous Lucy. No matter what she did, she could not help herself from falling in love with Lincoln Loud. He who is both her brother and the source of her affection.

Author's Notes:

This is a mini-series about a girl with fell in love with her brother, yet with no recollection of who she is. What did you think? Should I keep going? If so, any ideas on what to bring to the table? And as always, until next time!-sorrowXdarkness