Jr Rev Squad - ONE SHOTS

Panic Attacks

Well, after my latest animatic (the video above) many people came to me asking if nobody knew about Stephan's condition and I may say: No. Frances always knew her brother was going through some tough stuff she just never knew it was so bad. And based on it I wrote this to illustrate one of the many nights she helped him out during his episodes.

Modern!AU

It was already past midnight and Frances still had her headphones on while working on her art portfolio for the college application. She grabbed another cookie from the jar she had over her desk and anyone who looked at her at that moment would think she was uncomfortable in that position, with one leg hanging from the chair while the other was bend close to her chest as she hunched over it to draw in the inclinable clipboard in front of her, but she wasn't bothered at all and moved her head at the rhythm of the music and mumbled some of the lyrics.

She washed the brush she was using at a water cup, but then noticed how dirty it already was and she could stain the whole painting if she continued to use it, so she stopped the song she was listening to and took the glass to change the water at the bathroom down the hall. But when Frances was walking back to her room, she heard some muffled sounds coming from the room next to hers and knocked at the door.

"Stephan?" She whispered as she looked down at their parent's room direction to be sure she didn't wake them, "Steph, you ok?" When there was no response but the mumbles still continued and a quiet sob was heard, she reached for the handle but the door was locked. She then mumbled, "Not again"

Frances went back to her room and put the glass of water over the table as she made her way towards her window, opening it. She went back and grabbed the jar of cookies before returning to the window and climbing to the roof, carefully propping up against the wall until she reached her brother's window and noticed it was already slightly open. She held the jar with one hand while used the other to open the window completely, then sneaking into the room.

The lights were off and she took a moment scanning the room to find him sitting at the floor, his fingers tangled into his hair as he rocked back and forth with his legs bent against his chest, breathing heavily as his black cat, Mack, tried to get his attention. Frances sighed as she sat beside him over her own legs and placed the cookie jar at the side, scaring Mack at the process who ran and jumped to Stephan's bed to watch them from afar, before she hugged the boy, trying to calm him down.

"Shhh... It's ok Steph. It's ok. You're here with me..." Frances whispered but for him, her voice sounded far away. He felt like his body was quite numb as chills and hot flashes switched down his spine. It was like he wasn't even there in his room, in somewhere touchable, it felt more like he was in a void, and he would prefer to be there actually, "Ok then-" Frances' voice echoed again and she stepped back from the hug, but still holding his hands, "Uhm, can you tell me five things you can see?" Her voice made him close his eyes tighter as it began to become clearer before he took a shaky breath and opened them, his vision slightly blurry by the tears and the darkness.

He hesitated and they stood in silence for a bit before he silently murmured, "Be-bed" He loudly swallowed before saying again, "L-La-Lampsha-de... Bo-books. Shelf... D-door"

"One more, you can do you it" She caressed his arm when he stopped.

"Ch-chair" He murmured and sniffed.

"Good, now, what about four things you can feel?"

He still felt his heart palpitating very fast and loud, so that was the first thing he said "My heart. M-my head bumping. My che-chest up and down. Yo-your hand"

"Three things you can listen?" She asked and he shakily breathed in again, just wanting this suffering test to get to an end already even though deep down he knew it could help.

"Your voice. The wi-wind at the tree leaves. Mack licking his paw" He responded faster.

"Two things you can smell," She said once again, his hard breathing easing now that he had to focus on something else, "Uhm, I don't know ahm... I only smell... Chocolate?" Once he said it, he looked up at Frances with a pitiful expression, "You ate the last cookies?"

She smirked, "Maybe? You'll only find out if you tell me one thing you can taste"

"But I don't taste anything" He mumbled and she grabbed the cookie jar, placing it in front of them and taking two cookies, placing one into his slightly shaky hands, "Well, now you will"

They ate in silence one cookie after the other, Stephan's head leaning against her chest as she kept one of her arms around him the whole time, "Thanks" He mumbled, almost falling asleep, and she kissed the top of his head "Your welcome bro"