A/N: Wow, another drabble. That's what insomnia does to you.
His sister is dead. The words rattle through Rodney McKay's head. Claudia. Dead. It just doesn't fit. Claudia can't be dead, someone that alive that vibrant can't just die. But she's gone. Words swirl around his head as he stands at the graveside, something about a drug bust and a little girl. How Claudia ignored an order to leave it alone, and got the girl out, dying in the process. He knows why she did it. She'd joined the police because she wanted to help, after all. Genie stands at his side, body a study of casual uncaring, and he tries not to hate her. She was eight years younger than Claudia, after all. By the time she can actually remember Claudia practically lived in the library, using it as an escape from their father and step-mother. He joined her, when he could. He wants to join her now. But he can't, his bright, beautiful, quicksilver elder sister is gone. And he can't bring her back, however hard he tries.