Luan walked down the wide hall towards Lincoln's room. Arriving at Lincoln's room, Luan stopped in front of the door. She was scared about how her sisters would react to seeing her again. They may as well act on their threats of beating her to a bloody pulp. At the very least, they could hear her out before commencing the beat down. "Come down, Luan," she says to herself "just open the door, and everything will be fine."

After breathing in and out a few times, Luan placed her hand on the doorknob. Turning it slowly, Luan quietly peeked into the room. Lincoln was awake, and happily chatting with his sisters. For someone who had recently gotten his leg shattered, as well as a minor concussion, Lincoln seemed upbeat. On his head was a bandage. It hurt Luan to see her brother that way. She wrestled herself on whether she should go into his room or leave. She eventually swallowed her pride, and she opened the door. Her sisters stopped their conversation with Lincoln, and stared at Luan. Luan fully expected them to tackle her the moment she came in. Sure enough, Lori was walking towards her. Luan winced, fully anticipating the punch that would never come. To her astonishment, instead of pulverizing her, Lori instead embraced her.

Luan didn't know how to process the situation before her. Her she was willing to take the punishment for what she had done, and yet Lori is hugging her. "What, what's going on here," Luan asked absentmindedly. Lori – with tears in her eyes – looked at Luan straight in the eyes. "I'm so sorry."

Luan was confused. What did Lori have to apologize for? She was absolutely right in her accusations, so why is she suddenly taking back everything that she had said? "Sorry for what?" Luan finally asks. Lori loosens her grip on Luan when she notices that she was having trouble breathing. "I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier," she states. Luan shrugged her arms playfully. "Oh, that? That was nothing; I deserved it."

Lori shook Luan's shoulders, startling her. "No, no" she roared "I was wrong to say such awful things to you!" Luan took Lori's hands off her shoulders. Lori apologized for being overly violent before speaking again. "Besides, I remember this scenario."

"What do you mean?" asked Luan. Lori turned her attention towards Luna, Leni, and Lynn. She then looked back at Luan. "How years ago, you overdosed on your medicine," Lori explained. "We were all scared about losing you. I had forgotten how painful it was to almost lose you the moment that Lincoln got hurt." Luna walked over, and pat Lori on the back. "That's why we were worried that…" Lori was overcome with emotion. "What?" asked Luan quizzically. Lori balances herself on Lincoln's bed for composure. At ease, Lori progressed to her next point. "That you would try to do it again," she choked out.

Luna inserted herself into the discussion. "You've been gone a couple hours, sis," replied Luna "we were worried that we would have to tell Lincoln that you probably weren't coming back." Luan looked at her brother. Her heart nearly missed a beat when she saw Lincoln's cast, firmly wrapped on his leg. This didn't seem to bother Linc much as he was overjoyed that his sister returned. "Luan, I'm so glad you're back," he proclaims. Luan looked at him in grief.

"Lincoln," she began "I've said this several times already. So much so that I have it memorized." Lincoln quietly listened. "I am sorry that I had harmed you in such a way," states Luan with a hint of regret in her tone. Lincoln rubbed her hand. "Luan, please, you're beating yourself up." Luan defiantly shook her head. "But it's true," she screams "you do so much for me, I just neglect being grateful." She was close to tears again. "I don't deserve to be your sister."

Lincoln sprang up in his bed, and hugged his older sister. "No" says Lincoln reassuringly "you are important to me." Luan loudly stated her disapproval. "But what about your party," she finally asked "you've had plans, but they're dashed." Lincoln gently smiles at her. "Luan, what's a birthday party when you're not gathered with those you love?" Tears stream down Luan's face, and she goes to hug her brother deeply. Luan eventually broke the hug, and stood beside Lincoln's bed. Luna smiles at the two, until a thought came into her mind. "So, Luan, did you see anyone while you were gone?"

Luan wordlessly looked down at the business card Dr. Blogsby gave her. A smile spread across the comedian's face. "Just a friend," replied Luan.

Hey, AustinDR here. I hope you all enjoyed the story. Honestly, this was a very personal story for me. I had two purposes for writing this story. For one, I wanted to present Luan in a different light. Several people that I know deeply resent Luan for a variety of reasons, one in particular being in "April Fools Rules." I'll say this: I don't actually hate Luan. Yes, while she definitely goes too far in her pranks, and her puns are terrible, I don't dislike her at all. I wanted to make a story that explored the roots of Luan's knack for doing pranks. Do I think this lines up canonically with the actual series? No, I agree that she may have become interested in comedy in part because of her father's influence, but I found it a little too easy of an answer.

As for why I chose to portray Luan in this way...I'll admit that I also take medicine for ADHD. I was diagnosed with Asperger's for as long as I could remember. I could do several subjects without a hitch, but when it came to math, it was always my worst enemy. I just felt that there was something wrong with me. My teacher could give all of the examples of what he's teaching on the board, and I still wouldn't get it. Having Asperger's just made me feel like I wasn't normal. I had no friends - and I still don't - and it made me wish that I was born like how other people were. I would've had better social skills, I would've understood math more...I just wanted to be normal. It had gotten to such a point, that thoughts of killing myself surfaced. I tried to suppress them, but they were hard to restrain. I wanted to harm myself. I wanted to be freed from my burdens. Of course, I never had any teachers as sadistic as Bitterns, but there were some that outright didn't want me in their rooms because I cried a lot, and that thought I wasn't worth their time. Even though I did better in a new school, those insensitive words continued to haunt me. I guess you could say that a lot of my personal life went into making this fanfic.