Some mentions of... female pains.

And some spoilers for the Hunger Games trilogy

Abby:15

Amelia:13

Abigail Stark was not in the mood right now for anything. The blonde teenager clutched her stomach and groaned as another wave of pain rolled its way to her abdomen. She curled up into a tight ball, bringing her knees up to her chest in an attempt to ease the cramps. "Jarvis." She quietly whispered to the AI.

"Yes miss?" The polite British voice responded.

"Please out on some music. Quiet music." She closed her eyes as a quiet instrumental piece came on over the speakers. She desperately needed a heating pad, Midol, Advil, something.

Of course, Darcy was out of the house. No woman companionship there.

Peter, or either of her dads was not an option. Along with any of her uncles.

That left Amelia.

The thirteen year old.

The blunt, sometimes rude, smart ass thirteen year old.

Well, it was better than no one.

"Jarvis, can you call Amelia up here?" Abigail stretched out on to her back. Her arms taking up almost the whole width of the queen sized bed. When that position didn't lessen the pain she focused on her, rather unique, bedroom.

The teen's glasses lay forgotten on the nightstand, which was covered in paint splotches. The western facing wall a blown up replica of the Starry Night, the eastern a picture of the Manhattan skyline. The northern just a ceiling high book case, filled with books, obviously, records, art supplies, and CD's. The bookcase surrounded the doorway to the hall, and the door to her closet. The wall with the headboard of her bed up against it was nearly filled with pictures, mostly taken by her brother, movie tickets, plane tickets, show tickets, her own paintings, and two shelves that consisted of tons of DVDs of almost any series or movie.

"Abby?" A knock from the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Come in Amy." The younger girl shuffled into the room, sitting herself at the edge of the bed. Observing Abigail's, state. She removed her bag from where it was situated over her shoulder.

"You look awful." Amelia was nothing but blunt.

Abby gave her a glare. "Shut up. What did you bring?" It was sort of a silent agreement between the girls that if anyone had a 'female emergency' they had to provide the necessities.

"The usual, chocolate, a heating pad, Midol." Amelia placed the items on the bed, to have Abby immediately to for the chocolate. "What's the plan? Some Sherlock?"

"And be depressed from Reichenbach? No thank you."

"Ok... Hunger Games?"

"Shaky camera work. Don't need a headache."

"Hey, I'm like the human embodiment of Katniss."

"Oh no, Katniss is moody and slightly depressing. And your a better shot." Abigail explained the differences between the two female archers as she unwrapped another chocolate.

"You are very right. Though I haven't actually shot a bow in a few years..." Amelia took a piece of the candy and leaned back on the headboard next to the older blonde.

"Phillip could be Katniss." Abby smirked at the thought, ignoring the last comment. "And you could be Prim. All we need is hair dye for him."

"No way, I'm way more badass then Prim." She tilted her head back and tossed a chocolate in the air, it landing in her mouth. "If anything, Peter is Katniss, and you're Prim. Now all we need is to teach him how to use a bow." She went on when Abigail shot her an accusing look. "What? You're blonde, he's a brunette, and he would easily go into the Hunger Games for you."

"So would Phillip!"

"Yeah, but they're just the weirdly over protective brothers. That's what they're for."

"Okay then who's Peeta or Gale."

"Phillip is definitely Gale. Mark would be Peeta. Peter is Katniss and you're Prim. I am Haymitch."

"Ew." Abby shuddered. "All I'm seeing is Pete trying to choose between them. Oh god him and Mark have children." She faked barfed. "Why am I not Katniss, and then your Prim. That's makes tons of more sense."

"Because you have no self defense skills. At all. And I do."

"I'm just ending this discussion right now. Turn in the Sorcerer's Stone or something. I am now in a wizard mood."

"Philosopher's Stone." She corrected. Abby rolled her eyes.

"We're Americans. We're dumb. To me it will be the Sorcerer's Stone.

The two fished the entire bowl of chocolate throughout the movie. The cramps forgotten after a discussion on who in the family would be which Weasley.

Abigail looked down at Amelia sitting beside her and smiled. "You know what 'Melia?"

"What?"

She leaned her head down to rest in top of Amelia's. "You're a really good sister."

"I know."

Abby's room is my favorite room. Of all time.

Period.

(Ha ha, I made a bad joke)