Warning, this ones gonna be fucked up,

Obsession

Amy woke up to being shaken by her sister Victoria, the blond gently, at least for her, doing her best to wake the smaller brunette up. She blinked blearily as her sisters words came into focus.

"Ames! You got to wake up! Mom just got a call from Piggot, apparently a ward put some girl in the hospital, she's in critical condition, and the dads threatening to go public, so Piggot putting it all on the line, she's willing to give us whatever we want."

Amy stared at her sister as the words rattled through her head, and the familiar wash of Vickys aura came over her.

VickyVickyVickyVickyVickyVicky

She finally realized exactly what Vicky had said, and shot bolt upright in bed.

"Give me five minutes to get my costume on."

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VickyVickyVickyVickyVickyVicky

Vicky's aura was washing over her, as strong as ever, its touch sending her whole body into a sort of gooey, purring, state as endorphins tingled their way across the back of her neck like slim fingers tracing their way up and down.

Amy snuggled in deeper to Victoria's embrace, wriggling her head into her hood. Victoria smiled down at her sister warmly. Hesitantly, Amy spoke up.

"V-Vicky, do you… Maybe… Want to go to the mall tomorrow?"

Amy hated the mall, but, especially while her sisters aura was singing so sweetly, well, it was something she might consider, especially if it was just her and Victoria.

Alone.

Victoria gave her sister a warm smile in surprise. But then frowned and shook her head.

"I'd love to Ames, but Dean and I have a date tomorrow, rain check?"

Amy felt a swell of irritation that Dean of all people would have her sister all to himself, but the negative feelings were positively squashed under the avalanche of positive feelings coming from Victorias' aura.

VICKYVICKYVICKYVICKYVICKY

Amy shuddered and swatted her sister on the arm and hissed,

"Victoria! Aura!"

Glory Girl gave a sheepish grin as she slowed her approach to descend onto the roof of the hospital.

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Amy Dallon, or, at least for now, Panacea stared down at the still breathing lump of diseased flesh, the reason she had been woken up at three in the morning. Panacea breathed out slowly as she idly cracked her fingers while reading through her new patients bedsheet.

Multiple infections, an amputation of both arms and one leg, a small number of internal pathogens, two separate forms of hep, and apparently tuberculosis. Somehow.

VickyVickyVickyVickyVickyVicky

Amy felt herself staring down at the girl, the hated, despised, girl, that had been apparently bullied and abused for almost two years, judging by the half healed broken bones, muscle tears and the number of other signs of physical abuse.

She had spoken to the father earlier, and apparently they'd been drifting apart for about that long, not talking, or communicating. The man had been cleared on any possibility of being a contributor to the abuse, at the very most the soggy man was simply neglectful. But that didn't change the fact that this girl, just like her, had no one that she could truly rely on anymore, had no one to be their truest self with. Not her so called mother, not her uninvolved father, and most ashamedly of all, not the person that she considered a sister, and secretly hoped for more, oh so much more.

Amy longed to be able to run her fingers through Victorias hair, press her lips to hers, and feel the beat of her sisters heart against her own.

But she couldn't have that could she? She couldn't have what she wanted? What she really, really wanted. Because that would be too easy, because that would mean, for once she wasn't acting as a hero should.

BECAUSE THAT WOULD MEAN SHE LOVED HER SISTER.

But as Amy stared down at her patient, at her canvas. She found herself looking not at the person in the bed, but at the future. Or, rather the person that could be her sister, or even better than her sister.

And all it would take was one, single, touch.

End of Chapter 1