A/N: Wow so this fic is actually going to be pretty light-hearted compared to my other fics. Comedy and Drama, that's the game plan.

The room had gone deathly still. An eerie feeling had shot up through Max that had his blood run cold. What else was he supposed to do? Some girl just waltzes her way into his living room, interrupting his date –and possibly his relationship saying some of the most ridiculous things he's ever heard.

Stricken with panic, the hairs on the back of his neck go up and his palms feel clammy. There's only one thing he can do.

Lie.

Laughing hysterically, he breaks out, before seizing "Dani" by the shoulders. "Hahaha, what a hilariously funny joke!"

"I'm not kidd-" Max promptly cuts her off with a hand clamped over her mouth.

"Jokes over now so why don't you just run along to wherever it is that you came from." He shoved her into the kitchen, with a clenched grin plastered over his pained face.

His attention turned back over to a fuming Allison, yikes. "Don't worry about her… why don't I walk you home." He reached over to take her hand into his, but she harshly pulled away.

"Whatever game you think you're playing Max, it isn't funny... I'll see you later." With a slam of the door, she was gone.

Max drew out a long breath and leaned his back against that same door, staring up at the ceiling with confusion.

What the heck was he supposed to do now?

"Phoebe! Phoebe, come here!" He sounded like he was in a state of distress and it caused Phoebe to slowly march down the steps cautiously.

"What did you do now, Max?" She pulled a lock of hair out of her face and expected the worse.

"Mom!" What she didn't expect was to practically be tackled into a bear hug that nearly had her toppling over.

"Uhh, hi?" She pulled away, holding the girl back at arm's length to get a better look at her.

'Mom'? Was this someone she was supposed to know? Like a long lost relative or something? She spared a glance at Max who was currently biting his nails, that was strange? He only ever did that when he was nervous or terrified.

"Max…? Who is this?"

Dani decided it was her turn to properly re-introduce herself to her parents and if she thought about it long enough that whole sentence made zero sense. "You might want to have a seat for this…" She waited with excitement but also with baited breath as Max and a confused Phoebe propped themselves on the couch.

"I'm Dani Thunderman, your daughter!" Her hands shot out in mock surprise, cue the theme music theatrics.

For at least ten seconds straight there was an air of silence, Max cringed his attention towards his sister and Phoebe's body language shifted from confusion to a sulk.

"…What?"

"Well, actually I'm from the year 2036 –twenty years into the future." Dani took no notice to her 'parents' growing discomfort as she rambled on. "I'm kind of getting the hang of my powers and I accidentally warped to this time –which again I didn't mean to and-"

"This has to be a mistake." Phoebe blurted out, cutting Dani off.

"–I can prove it!" Dani's arms go out in desperation for Phoebe to at least hear her out. "Your favorite old school pop group is MKTO," Phoebe's eyebrows go up in shock and then her gaze is on Max as she continues. "–and your favorite retired villain is Dark Mayhem, which by the way, I'm supposed to go over to his house and watch after his cats." She mentioned, as if her one track mind thought all this was casual conversation, but based on Max and Phoebe quizzical expressions it was anything but.

Phoebe is stuck between feeling perturbed or bewilderment.

"How did this happen?!" She shrieked, eyes hysterically darting back and forth between the two other people in the room.

"Well…, Dad says that's a story he'll tell me 'when I'm older'." She used air quotes and mocked in what had to be 'Future Max's' voice, reciting words that she must have heard thousands of times.

It caused both Max and Phoebe to look at each other for a moment then jump apart as if they had been burned. Blush wildly staining their faces as it suddenly dawned upon them how close they were sitting to each other on such a spacious couch.

"What? What did I say?" Dani asked, not understanding why everything that came out of her mouth had her parents acting like the other had a contagious disease.

"I'm done." Apparently, Phoebe had heard enough of this, she was going to go back to her room and forget this whole conversation had ever transpired. She would be doing just that, if she hadn't felt a strong hand grip her forearm and yank back so she was chest to chest with Max.

"Look. I'm just as confused as you are at all of this, but…" He trailed, picking his words carefully. "I think she's telling the truth."

Phoebe looked about ready to disagree as she scoffed, but Max simply beat her to the punch.

"Besides, look at her," He waited until Phoebe held a long gaze at Dani, her face softening only for a moment. "she's our kid…"

"What is wrong with you?!" She found herself fiercely upset at his words. She spun so sharply, a few strands of her hair smack Max in the face. That was all it took to remind Phoebe that she was living an absolute nightmare.

"Me?" He pointed to himself in complete disbelief. "You're the one who won't wake up and smell the coffee –she knows everything about us and she even looks like you and me!" His voice is loud and his actions are sporadic as he gets what he would say dangerously close into her personal space, but he wants to get his point across.

"M-max…" Her voiced faltered, and it looks like she no longer has control over their argument. "I bet you're even too high strung to see she has your necklace."

Phoebe turned her head and gasped, astonished to find indeed the same thunderbolt hanging on a chain around Dani's neck. It may have caught her off guard for a second, but she would more than gladly spell it out for Max.

"…As usual, you don't get it. You and I are eventually going to have a child." She sighed, and now she was talking more to herself. "I-I can't believe this. What will everyone think? Mom and Dad? We… we should have known better." She said what she had to say and it didn't make her feel any better.

But Max pulls her back to face him with steady hands on her shoulders. "Okay, but we didn't –something happened between us and Dani is the result," He swallowed thickly and his eyes –indecipherable– go cloudy and it has Phoebe's stomach uncharacteristically doing summersaults. "Right now we need to figure out a way to send her back."

Phoebe won't agree nor disagree. They stand there locked in a gaze that has them speaking with their eyes. Phoebe's all doe-eyed and compliant, while Max's are all about sincerity and synergy. Here he was willing to take initiative, wanting to figure out a plan before things got worse. She finds herself ok with this.

"Ahem." Dani cleared her throat.

They even give each other those looks in this time too. Gross.

For the second time, today both Phoebe and Max sprang apart. Smoothing out their clothes and running their hands through their hair.

"L-let's go to my lair."