AN: So this chapter and the next were supposed to be one chapter but I split them because I didn't want to do a chapter that switched perspectives and because this one ended up being longer than I was expecting. It starts after the Bank Robbery and spans until the night Bakuda is captured and the one after happens immediately after this, so this chapter goes from April 14-April 28. I kinda felt like giving GG some context to show she really is trying to help but just does it the wrong way because she feels its too urgent to let sit any longer. 3.e will add more context to that.

Contrary to what people believed about her online, Victoria Dallon was not a dumb bimbo. She could be emotional, rash at times, impulsive maybe, and that could get in trouble when she was out on patrol, but she wasn't stupid. In fact, she was rather intelligent. She prided herself on her brain as much as her looks and athleticism, even taking AP classes at the towns College on weekends. In addition, she felt she was good at reading people's emotions. She could tell when her mother was in a bad mood or when her father was too depressed to do anything but blankly stare at the TV or when she should and shouldn't bother Amy to get her in a better mood. She was rather adept at reading her family and she had them all figured out.

At least, she thought she did. In the weeks since the Brockton Central Robbery when she and her sister had run in to the Undersiders, Tattletale specifically, she felt like her world had been crumbling around her. It was slow at first, just small instances where she'd pick up something she didn't notice before. She thought it was just an instance. Happenstance. There was no way her mother was always that dismissive of Amy. Then it happened again. And again. And again. And she started noticing more and more things about how dysfunctional her family actually was. How her father was more responsive to her than Amy. How her mother sometimes got pensive if Amy talked about the hospital. Just little things that added up, spreading like termites or wood rot to start tearing down foundation of the image she'd built of her family.

As she noticed these things, she'd ask Amy about them. She didn't at first, noticing how she just seemed to brush it all off, but then she realized it wasn't that she was brushing off her treatment, it was that she was used to it. That had been a horrifying realization. The fact her sister was so used to being dismissed that way made her feel cold inside. When she did start asking, Amy brushed it off. Said it was fine and that things were okay. Vicky left it that the first few times, but it ate away at her and she kept asking and Amy kept brushing it off. Until she didn't. After a while she got annoyed with the constant prodding and started getting angry whenever it was brought up, making her back off.

In that time she'd noticed things about Amy's behavior too. She was usually withdrawn, but she'd initially chalked it up to her sister being an introvert. Knowing what she did, though, she realized it was more than that. Amy had a lot of pent up emotion she didn't do anything with. She noticed the twitch of anger or disdain when she talked about Dean. She noticed apprehension about going to the Hospital after school. She noticed how quiet she was at lunch with their friends. The despondency was coming from other things too but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Amy was always the hardest to get a read on, so figuring out why she was the way she was turned out to be more difficult than she'd initially thought. With that, she'd turned to the person she thought best to help her figure it out: Her on-again-off-again boyfriend Gallant.

"So do you know what's up with her? I've been trying to figure it out but I can't pinpoint what it is?" Vicky said, sipping a shake from the ice cream shop they'd just been in.

"Honestly…" Dean trailed off, "I'm not sure I can tell you. It's kind of invasive. I can't help it, but I'm not sure I should be telling other people."

"Please?" Vicky whined. "I'm really trying to help her and I need to know what's wrong with her so I can start. She just refuses to talk to me about her problems."

"Vicky…"

She leaned into him, whispering in his ear in the most sultry tone she could muster.

"I'll do that thing you like if you tell me."

Dean shuddered, but ate a few scoops of ice cream to cool down before shaking his head.

"I really shouldn't tell you what it is. It would probably be better to go to Carol or Mark."

"They're part of the problem." She sighed, annoyed both that her ploy hadn't worked and that she still hadn't gotten anywhere.

"What do you mean?" He asked, brow furrowed.

"Mom and dad are part of the problem. Mom is super dismissive of her and dad can barely keep up a conversation with me or mom, let alone Amy. She's my best friend you know? I just want her to be okay. I don't like seeing her so down, especially when it's a problem I'm sure we can start working on."

Dean was quiet for a few moments, eating some of his ice cream as he thought.

"She's burning out." He finally said.

"What?"

"She's burning out. Part of it is I think she has a savior complex."

"What's a savior complex?"

"It's when people feel like their purpose in life is to help others. Because of her powers she feels like she has to constantly be helping people and she feels she's failing people's expectations of her when she isn't out healing. She's starting to resent the people she heals. She's started hating it. If I had to guess, she's pretty close to a breakdown and the right pressure could make her snap."

"So how do I help her?" Vicky asked a bit impatiently.

"I'm not sure you can. There's something else going on with her, but I'm not sure of it so I won't tell you. Even if I was sure, I shouldn't be the one telling you. Just… Don't push too hard, alright? If you show her some support, let her know you'll be there to listen, there's a good chance she might come to you on her own."

"But if she's that close to a breakdown it would be better to try to get her help now. Maybe I can convince mom to put her in therapy. Do you think that would help?"

"It would help for her to have someone to talk to her issues about, yes, but forcing her to go is probably not the best thing to do. It's one of those things where the person has to be willing to be helped or it won't do anything but make her more resentful and closed off. If Amy doesn't want to go to therapy even if she should, it won't help her." Dean sighed.

Vicky sighed and melted into the bench, slumped in on herself but still drinking her shake as she thought over what she'd been told.

"Fine." She whined, "I'll leave it alone. For now. If she starts getting worse then I'm doing something about it."

"Just don't push to hard if you have to, alright?"

"Alright."

And she'd done just that. She'd told her sister she was there if she needed to talk about anything, giving her the usual "I love you and nothing could change that" spiel. It didn't seem to be working at first, but Amy seemed to be slowly making her way to explaining things to her. Then she started boosting the amount of extra work she was doing at the hospital since the bombs started. At first it was only an extra two or so hours a day. Five hours wasn't too bad, she figured her sister could handle that. Then she was spending upwards of ten hours a day there pulling late nights. She'd shut herself down and only focused on her work to the point where she was neglecting school. She'd tried to talk to her, but she wasn't having it. All she did was work and it was taking a bigger toll on her than usual. It was so bad they got into an argument when She'd refused to fly Amy to the hospital so she could rest instead.

"I'll just take the bus then." Amy scowled, trying to move past her sister.

"No!" Vicky said sternly. "You aren't going anywhere, you're going to go rest. You've been working yourself ragged since this started. You need a break, Ames."

"I can't. I can help people that were caught in the bombs! I need all the time I can get to help them!" Amy tried to push past, but it was about as effective as a child pushing a brick wall.

"When was the last time you got some sleep, Amy?" She asked.

"I slept last night." Amy crossed her arms indignantly.

"You slept for an hour and you haven't gone back to sleep since. You need to rest Amy! You can't help people effectively if you can't even take care of yourself properly!"

"They need me more! Have you seen the state some of those people are in? I have! The damage her bombs do is horrific. I need to be out there helping people, Vicky!" That was probably the part of her sister she loved and hated the most. She always tried to do good, even when it was bad for her. A good trait to have as a hero, but not to the point where it was causing the problems it had with her sister.

"You need to be in bed resting. There haven't even been any explosions today. They can go without you for a few hours. Long enough for you to get some proper sleep and food at least."

"Vicky." She said sternly, as though the anger in her eyes would make her move.

"No. Nothing short of the apocalypse is going to make me let you leave this house. I'll sit by your bed until you fall asleep if I have to, but you need rest."

Amy started to speak when they heard an explosion go off, followed quickly by others all across the city. The listened in stunned silence as the number of bombs they could hear gong off increased.

"Still think I need to get my rest before going out?" She asked smugly.

"You really shouldn't be so happy you win this." Vicky scowled. "But fine, I'll get you to the hospital. Promise me you'll try to grab a few naps while you're there at least."

"Fine. I'll take a break every few hours."

She sighed. "I guess that's the best I'll get out of you."

While she flew her sister to Brockton General, Vicky was getting ideas on how to handle her sisters issues. She settled on one that was a little extreme but could work if done properly. All she had to do was convince their parents to stay up a bit longer than usual.