Author's notes: Welcome everyone, to my second fan fiction and first non-oneshot. Well, kind of. Originally, this was going to be a series of one-shots about the whole family, but it changed into a more Lynn-centric story after I realized that I had more story ideas about her than the other sisters. Maybe it's because she's my favorite. I don't know. Anyway, this series will just be a collection of one-shots, with no set update schedule.

Hope you enjoy it.

It was an average day at the Loud House. Lori was busy texting her beloved Boo Boo Bear, Leni was looking for a missing needle, Luna was tuning her axe, Luan was making pies in kitchen for an upcoming prank, Lincoln was reading comics in his underwear, Lucy was writing her poetry in the vents, Lana was outside in the mud, Lola was applying and experimenting with makeup, and Lily was being changed by her parents.

That accounted for all the Loud siblings, except for two. A certain jock and scientist were having a discussion in the scientist's lab.

"Come on, you got to help me study," begged Lynn, the sporty tomboy of the Loud Family.

"Incorrect. The only thing I 'got' to do is find a method to turn Element 82 into Element 79," replied her younger sister of 11 years, Lisa, who was busy working at her desk on a few lumps of metal.

Lynn looked at her, confused.

Lisa sighed. "I want to turn lead into gold. It was the great pursuit of alchemists, from ancient Egypt to Early Modern Europe. Science has shown that it is only possible to do so with nuclear transmutation, so I am trying an experiment to augment the number of protons through chemical means, something modern chemists generally agree is unfeasible. But then again, modern chemists never created a sentient trash monster," she ended with a smirk.

Lynn was still confused, but did her best to hide it and get back on topic.

"Look, I just need you to help me study for an upcoming test about World War 2. I failed the last test, and if I fail this one, I'll be sent to…"

Lynn gulped, and said in a voice that was barely a whisper.

"…summer school."

She could imagine it now. Being locked away from the warm summer sun and forced to stay inside, studying material she didn't care about at all. No soccer on the green grass, instead writing notes on a scratched-up desk. No sweet sounds of a basketball being dribbled on the court, instead the constant lectures from an unhappy instructor. No diving and swimming in a pool to cool off from the heat, instead diving into an ocean of ink shaped as letters that meant nothing to her.

Lynn shuddered at the thought.

"While I sympathize with you, dear elder sibling," said Lisa, "I can't find the time to tutor you. Not when I'm on the verge of a scientific discovery that will not only change the course of chemistry as we know it, but also alleviate some of our financial woes."

Lynn listened to her reply, thought about it for a couple of seconds, then nodded at her younger sister and left. Lisa highly doubted that her headstrong and stubborn sister would relent that easily, but was far more interested in her work than what her sister was going. After a few minutes, Lynn reappeared in her sister's doorway, holding a baseball bat.

Lisa looked at it, unimpressed. "I highly doubt that you're going to use that on me."

Lynn grinned and pulled her younger brother Lincoln, still in his undies, into her sister's view.

"LISA! PLEASE! SHE'S HURT ME BEFORE! SHE'LL DO IT AGAIN!" said the panicked boy.

Lisa thought about. It was her policy not to negotiate with terrorists, but a healthy Lincoln was far preferable to a Lincoln with broken legs. Then again…

"LISA!"

"Alright, fine," relented the genius. "Put the bat down. I'll help you with your studying."

"Woo-hoo," cheered Lynn. She let Lincoln go, but not before whispering in his ear "Nice acting, bro."

"I've had… lots of experience," Lincoln whispered back.

Lynn turned back to Lisa, beaming. "So, where do we start?"

Lisa went to her drawer and pulled out a small packet. "First, take this test. It's a sort of placement test, to help indicate to me your knowledge levels and how much help you need."

She handed the papers to Lynn. "You have 30 minutes to solve 20 questions. Good luck."

Lynn nodded and got to work on the test. She wanted to give her sister the best results possible. She worked as hard as she could, dug into the deep recesses of her memory and knowledge of world history, made sure to check and double check her answers…

"Not a single question right. How is that even possible?" said Lisa in complete shock when the computer printed her results. She then looked at Lynn's paper herself, to make sure there was no error.

She checked the test, then looked at Lynn.

"Why did you answer every single question 'C'?"

Lynn shrugged. "In my experience, teachers usually try to hide the right answer at C."

Lisa looked at her, completely baffled. "Maybe on a multiple-choice exam, but this was a True/False test!"

Lynn just shrugged again.

"You're going to need a great deal of assistance. I guess there's no use delaying it any further," said Lisa as she pushed her glasses up her nose.

Lynn nodded. "Let's hit the books."

Nearly half an hour in, and Lisa was pleasantly surprised to see that Lynn was actually trying. She chalked it up to effectiveness of the threat of summer school.

Unfortunately, trying was not actually succeeding.

Despite her efforts, the sporty girl was just that; a sporty girl. Aside from the brief mention of Jesse Owens, Lynn just couldn't comprehend much about the subject.

"So if the Nazis hated communists, why did they ally with the Russia?"

"First, they signed a non-aggression pact with the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, of which Russia was only one, albeit the largest and most powerful. Secondly, they did so because they weren't ready at the time to take on the Soviet Union."

"But weren't they the ones who broke the pact?"

"Yes, they mistakenly believed that they could easily engage in combat with their ideological rivals."

"And I thought they wanted to kill everyone who wasn't German, so why would they ally with anyone? And why would anyone ally with them?"

"Well, it's a little more complicated than that. They liked some non-Germans, just not Eastern Europeans, like the people of the USSR. Furthermore…"

"Wait, so what you're saying is that Germany hated the Eastern Europeans specifically, hated their ideology specifically and were planning on attacking them from the beginning?" Lynn blinked at her smart sister confusedly. "So why did the Nazis ally with Russia?"

Lisa gave a sigh. The entire study session had been like this.

"I'm going to get some concentrated citrus drink (street name: orange juice). Try to read up on… something while I'm gone."

As soon as Lisa left, Lynn went back to the page with Jesse Owens.

In the kitchen, Lisa poured herself some juice and debated with herself what she was doing wrong.

"Hey Lis, what's up?"

Lisa looked up to see her brother Lincoln grabbing a jar of peanut butter.

"If you recall, older fraternal unit, in exchange for Sporty sparing you a beating, I've agreed to help her study for her upcoming test about the second World War."

Lincoln rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, about that…"

"But there is a problem. She doesn't seem to be learning anything. I can see she wants to, so it isn't laziness on her part. Am I… just a bad teacher?" she asked Lincoln, but almost like she was asking herself.

Lincoln put his hand on her shoulder. "No, Lisa. You're not a bad teacher. You've helped a lot of us with our tests. Remember how Lori got an 'A' on her trig test thanks to you? Or how I aced my English exam because you wrote me such a good book summary for my assigned reading?"

Lisa thought back to those instances. "Then what am I doing wrong here?"

Lincoln thought about it for a second, then an idea struck him.

"Lisa, remember that time, when we got tired of doing work for Lori in exchange for rides around town? How did we teach Leni how to drive?"

Lisa was recalling the occasion, and what her brother was getting at struck her. "You're right. I should have been teaching Lynn in the way that she could understand. Lincoln, you're usually a complete buffoon, but your occasional flashes of brilliance are astounding."

"Thanks, I guess," said Lincoln.

She quickly gulped down her juice and ran towards her room.

"Lynn. Put the books down. I've got to tell you about this spectacular wrestling match."

Lynn immediately perked up. "Ooooh, cool. Between who and who?"

Lisa grinned, glad to see she had caught her sibling's attention. "Between Dwight D. Eisenhower and Benito Mussolini. But before we get into the fight, let's talk about the causes of the confli… I mean, the call-outs."

The two studied together for the rest of the evening, as Lisa regaled her older sister with tales of a great soccer match between the Allied Powers Club and the Tripartite Pact United.

Two days later, Lisa was in the park, digging up worms for an upcoming experiment she had planned, which would involve them, some of Lily's dirty diapers, a plastic bin and some details so revolting they would have you fleeing to the nearest toilet.

"Well looky here, boys. It's a nerdy freak girl, playing in the mud."

Lisa looked up. She saw three older guys, probably around Lucy's age, which to a kindergartner is a vast chasm of age and, more importantly, physical strength. She then looked around for Lori, who was supposed to be watching her, but she must have gone to the bathroom.

One of the boys snatched her glasses right off her face.

"Hey! Give those back. My ocular organs aren't strong enough to see without them," said the poor girl in a panicked tone.

The bullies just laughed.

"I wonder how much I can get for one of these. You know, glasses are pretty expensive nowadays," said the boy holding her glasses.

Lisa jumped up and did her best to grab them from him. Unfortunately, the boy was too tall, so he lifted the glasses up in the air with one arm and used the other to push Lisa into the mud.

"You know, you'd think you'd look dirtier if you fell in the mud, but seeing how your hair is the same nasty color as the dirt, I don't think it matters."

The other two boys laughed like the world's nastiest hyenas.

Lisa was on the ground. She didn't much care for crying, but it sounded nice right about now…

"HEY! Leave her alone."

Lisa looked up. Though her vision was blurry, she could make out a distinct and familiar red color coming towards her.

The bullies looked in the direction of the voice and saw Lynn walking up to them, anger strongly evident in her eyes.

"Go away, soccer mom. Pick on someone your own size."

Lynn's nostrils flared. "Well, clearly, you don't have a problem with picking on younger kids, so I don't see why I shouldn't."

"Wait a minute," said one of the bullies. "Are you… Lynn Loud?"

The athlete nodded, still angrily glaring at them.

"Hey, I've seen her do that kung fu and whatnot," said the bully to his friends. "We should really go."

"Don't have to tell me twice," said the other one, and they ran off into the distance, leaving the one holding the glasses behind.

"Looks like we got a real David-and-Goliath thing going on right here," said Lynn, smiling and cracking her knuckles.

"Actually, David wins in the end, so that was a really bad analogy if you were planning on winning," said Lisa, ever-vigilant for mistakes to correct.

"Thank you, Lisa," responded the jock sarcastically.

The bully considered his options. He couldn't back down now, or else he'd be made fun of for running from a girl. He knew what he had to do.

He threw the glasses down to Lisa and quickly ran towards Lynn, fist curled, ready to make an impact…

By the time a wandering couple noticed the young bully lying on the ground, the Loud sisters had already ran pretty far from the park.

"How did you know I was in trouble?"

"I didn't," said Lynn. "I just came by to tell you the good news: I got an 88 on my test."

Lisa smiled at this, but just for a second. An academic victory was always good news in her book.

"But for real…"

Lynn got on one knee and bent down to Lisa's level.

"Thank you for helping me with the test. I know it couldn't have been easy having to teach someone like me."

"No problemo, sister. After all, teaching and explaining material to someone else is a great way of showing where you stand on Bloom's taxonomy," responded Lisa in a happy tone. "And…uh…thank you for helping me with those hostile preadolescents."

"Pfffft, please, I chase bullies away from Lincoln all the time. That was…"

The athlete didn't complete her sentence because she was just pulled into an embrace by her younger sister. She smiled, and patted her genius sister's back.

Then, Lisa's eyebrows scrunched together, like she was thinking about something. "Aren't we forgetting something?"

Back at the park, Lori ran around, desperately trying to find her second youngest sister.