"The Funk Trolls have some of the best doctors around," Branch said, looking at his brothers. "They'll do what they can for Willow and Floyd." He frowned thoughtfully. "The only problem is they live in a spaceship, and it's always moving. I'll need Willow's communicator to call them."

"Or," Poppy sang with a smile. "We can use my communicator." She held it up for Branch. "Willow and I both have one, remember?"

Branch smiled and kissed his girlfriend on the cheek before grabbing her communicator. "Have I told you lately how lucky I am to have you around?"

Poppy grinned and kissed him back. "You could stand to mention it more." She nudged him away. "Go make the call and see where they are. I'm sure King Quincy and Queen Essence will be happy to hear we have Willow back."

"Just play it cool, guys. The Funk Tribe royalty are good friends of ours. They've been with us through thick and thin, and we owe them a lot," Branch reassured his brothers as he made the call.

"Hey, Poppy," Prince Darnell could be heard on the other side of the communicator. "You got any news about Willow?"

Branch grinned. "Hey, D. We got some good news. Willow's safe and sound with me, Poppy, and our siblings." He looked at his sleeping siblings. "But we need some help, man. Can you give us the coordinates of the Vibe City spaceship? We need some doctors."

"You guys found her?" Darnell sounded relieved. "Sick. Alright, I'll tell Mom and Dad what's going on, and we'll have the royal doctors ready and waiting when you arrive. In the meantime, write this down." He listed some coordinates, which John Dory quickly wrote down. "This is where we're hanging out for a little while. Get close by, and we'll pick you up."

"Thanks, D," Branch's smile softened. "I really appreciate it."

"No problem, B," Darnell responded. "You know we got your back. Funk Tribe out."

Branch sighed and hung up the communicator before handing it to Poppy. "You can read those coordinates, right John?" He asked, looking at the oldest brother.

"I'm on it, Bitty B," John Dory smiled before turning around to get driving. "We'll be at your friends in no time."

"So, how did you meet these guys?" Clay asked, sitting near Viva. They hadn't talked about it, but he was grateful his friend had decided to leave the Hole 'N Fun to join them. "For that matter, how did you meet Barb and Trollex?"

"Now that's a story I want to hear," Floyd said, sitting up. He grinned when his brothers swarmed him, glad he was awake.

"When did you wake up?" Branch asked, hugging his immediate older brother.

"Probably in the middle of you calling the Funk Tribe," Floyd chuckled as he held his little brother. He pulled away and looked at Branch. "Now, how did you meet the other Tribes? Willow told me about the Rock apocalypse, but she didn't know what all you got into when you separated."

"You two separated?" Bruce looked at Branch, surprised. "What happened?"

"She told you about the Rock apocalypse?" Branch asked, a nervous grin on his face. "Did she also tell you-"

"That you got arrested?" Floyd snorted and nodded. "Yeah, she mentioned it."

"You got arrested?!" The three oldest shouted, alarmed. They looked up to John Dory's bed when they heard Willow move. When she settled, Clay looked at his youngest brother. "You were arrested? How did that happen?"

Poppy and Branch chuckled sheepishly. "Funny story about that," Poppy rubbed the back of her neck, nervous.

When Willow woke up, it was to laughter. Something she hadn't heard much of in the past two months. "I can't believe she told you about my collection of Poppy invitations," Branch groaned. "Is there anything she didn't tell you?"

"You'd be surprised how many stories you can tell when imprisoned together for two months," Floyd chuckled. "It's okay, little brother. She told me plenty of embarrassing stories about herself, too."

Willow groaned and moved to sit up. "No telling embarrassing stories about the injured."

"Willow!" Branch shouted, jumping off the couch. "You're awake." He ran over to the loft bed she was lying on. "How are you feeling?"

Willow smiled at her brother. "Tired, but better than I have in a while." She moved to get down. "I need to move now."

"You shouldn't get up," Clay protested. "You're still looking pretty rough. And we don't know the extent of your injuries."

"Who are you?" Willow glared at Clay. "And what gives you any right to tell me what I should and shouldn't do?"

"Willow, that's Clay, our older brother," Branch gestured to Clay. "And he's just worried about you. We all are." He crossed his arms. "He's not wrong. Maybe you should stay up there and rest some more."

Willow directed her glare to Branch. "I have been stuck in a diamond for two months with little room to move. I have been shaken up, tossed around, and used to make two awful singers famous. So, if I want to get down from this bed, I will!" Branch flinched back as his sister began to raise her voice. "So you have two options: either you help me down, or I fall off this bed. It's your choice."

"Willow," Poppy frowned and walked up to Branch, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "He just wants to make sure you're okay." Willow frowned and turned her glare to the bed she was still on. "There's no need to yell at him about it."

Branch sighed and stepped back from the bed. "No, she's right. She's been stuck for a long time. If she wants to move, she should be allowed to move." He looked at Bruce. "Think you can help her down? She wasn't joking about falling off the bed. She's fallen off higher before to get down."

Bruce nodded and moved to help their youngest sibling down. "Come on, Willow. Let's get you down so you can talk to everyone." Willow nodded as Bruce helped her down the ladder of the loft bed.

"Thanks, Bruce," Willow smiled before looking at her immediate older brother and frowned, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry for snapping, Branch. I know you're just worried about me."

Branch smiled and gestured for her to sit down beside him. "I get it, sis. You're frustrated. Just take it easy, okay? You're still hurt, and we don't want to make it worse."

Willow smiled and leaned against her brother. "I can do that." She looked at the others on the bus. "So I know Poppy, Floyd, Bruce, and Branch. Who's everyone else?"

Poppy grinned and pulled the other pink Troll beside her in front of Willow. "This is my big sister, Viva. She was separated from us when we escaped the Troll Tree. She's been running a small group of Trolls in an abandoned Bergen golf course with your brother Clay." She smiled, excited. "I have a sister! Can you believe it?"

Willow laughed and nodded at Poppy. "I can believe it. You've wanted a sister for so long, and I'm glad you got your wish." She nodded to Viva with a smile on her face. "It's good to meet you, Viva. Since we were little, your sister has been one of my best friends."

"It's good to meet you too, Willow," Viva smiled at the Pop Troll before her. "Branch and your partners spoke highly of you." She gestured to Clay and crossed her arms. "This is your brother Clay. The one you snapped at earlier for worrying about your health."

"Viva," Clay grimaced, grabbing Viva's shoulder. "Chill, girl. She had every right to snap at me. We don't know each other at all, remember? I shouldn't have said anything." He grinned sheepishly at Willow. "Good to see you up, little sister. We got pretty worried about you for a little while there."

Willow smiled shyly at her older brother. "It's nice to meet you, Clay. Sorry about earlier."

"No worries, sis," Clay's smile softened. "I'm sorry I wasn't around to get to know you while you were growing up."

Willow nodded and looked at their driving brother. "And you're John Dory, right? I remember seeing you before you were all captured and yelling at each other."

John Dory spun around in his chair and grinned at his little sister. "That's me. Good to see you up and about, baby sister."

"It's good to be up," Willow smiled before raising an eyebrow and looking at Bruce. "So you're my brother, huh?" She smirked at his sheepish smile. "Good to see you again, big brother. I haven't seen you in a little while. How are the kids? Brandy?"

Bruce sighed in relief. "They're good. I bet they'll be happy to see you when you recover."

Willow nodded and curled up next to her brother. "So we were telling stories, right?"

Clay grinned and sat down on the other side of Willow. "Yeah. We've been talking to Branch and Floyd about what you and Branch have been up to since you were little. Floyd said you told him all the stories while you were trapped together." He raised an eyebrow. Could you elaborate on the thing Branch said earlier? About you falling off high places?"

Willow chuckled and grabbed her ribs. "They're not my proudest moments," she admitted.

"What do you mean 'they?'" Branch raised a concerned eyebrow at his little sister. He groaned at her sheepish expression. "What did you fall off of, and why didn't you tell me when it happened?"

"That would be because she was trapped in a diamond bottle with me when it happened," Floyd crossed his arms and smirked. "I told her the bottle was made of diamond, and her genius solution was to walk off the table we were on to break it."

"You tried to break a diamond using gravity," Branch deadpanned, rolling his eyes. "Of course you did. I swear, sometimes you're as impulsive as John Dory."

Bruce snorted at the offended noise that came from his older brother. "Don't be too offended, bro. You were the one that parked in a 'reserved for BroZone' parking spot that was clearly a trap."

John Dory rolled his eyes at the laughter behind him. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." He smiled lightly, glad his siblings were together, even if they were laughing at his expense. "I still think it would have been nice to be recognized again. It's been so long since we were acknowledged for anything BroZone-related."

"He probably would have taken the sign if we gave him the chance," Clay joked.

Branch rolled his eyes at his brothers' antics and looked at his sister concerned. "Is that why you're holding your ribs like that? They should have healed by now, right?" He gently prodded her ribs, wincing at her pained hiss.

"I was tossed into a wall at one point, bro," Willow gave her brother a weak smile. "It wouldn't surprise me if I rebroke them at some point. You should just be glad I didn't get pneumonia or something."

"Something else to ask the doctor about when we get there," Branch muttered, running a hand through her hair.

Willow sighed and tried to curl in on herself. "Can't we just go back to telling stories?" She pleaded. "I'd rather not talk about what happened anymore."

"We can do that," Poppy smiled at her friend. Her smile turned mischievous as she looked at John Dory. "Did you know John Dory has a boyfriend? And he's a good friend of ours, too."

"Oh yeah?" Willow smiled. "And who's that?"

"Hickory," Branch scoffed and shook his head. "Can you believe he got together with that Yodeler Troll?"

"I don't know," Willow shrugged. "Our dear brother could do a lot worse than Hickory. (And now I have someone to practice Yodeler with.)"

John Dory laughed while their brothers looked between the two, confused. "(Sure, sis. Anytime you want.)" He looked around outside. "We should be hitting those coordinates your friend gave us in a few hours."

"Coordinates?" Willow furrowed her eyebrows. "I thought we were going home."

"We're stopping by to see the Funk Tribe first," Bruce said. "Figured it would be a good idea to get you and Floyd to a good doctor before we made it to Pop Village." He frowned at her aggravated groan. "What's wrong? Are you hurting some more?"

"No," Willow moaned and pouted into her brother's lap. "I just want to go home. I miss my bed, my kitchen, my friends. Why can't we just deal with Dr. Moonbloom?"

" Doc Moonbloom is still around?" John scoffed in surprise. "No wonder we're taking you somewhere else."

"Yeah," Bruce scoffed. "I remember how dramatic she was when we were in the tree. Is she still like that now?"

"Oh yeah," Poppy grinned at the siblings. "But I imagine Willow is used to it. She's visited her plenty of times."

Branch snorted. "Our little sister is very accident-prone." He laughed as his sister grumbled. "Hey, you wanted to be part of the conversation."

Willow rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah." She smiled at her immediate older brother's laughter and sighed. "I missed you, Branch."

Branch's eyes softened. "I missed you too, Willow." He held a fist out. "You and me?"

"Me and you," Willow connected her fist to her brother's.

Poppy cooed at her friend and boyfriend before turning to the siblings. "They do this all the time. It's adorable."

"Yeah," Bruce nodded with a smile. "It is." His gaze softened when he looked at Willow. Despite having just woken up, she looked exhausted. "Why don't you get some more sleep, kiddo?" He raised a hand when it looked like she was going to protest. "Don't even try arguing, sis. I have thirteen kids, so I know all the arguments." He smiled at her pouting face. "We're not going anywhere, kiddo. And you've been through a lot. Just try to rest before we meet up with your friends. We won't even make you get back on JD's bed."

Willow sighed and relaxed against Branch. "Fine, but you better wake me up when we get close."

"We will," Branch assured, running his hands through his sister's hair. "Just rest, little sister." He watched her close her eyes and drift to sleep. He closed his eyes and chuckled. "So stubborn."

"Hey, Branch," Clay looked at his little brother cautiously. "This may be a bad time to ask, but I gotta know. What happened to Grandma?"

"And what did you mean when you said Willow was the only reason you were still around?" Bruce added, concerned. Branch sighed. This was not a conversation he was looking forward to having.

I'm sure nobody was surprised about Branch taking his sister to see the Funk Tribe. They do have the best technology and medicine. Hope everyone liked this. Thanks for reading everybody! See you in the next chapter.