Flu Season
by Smitty

It started with a sneeze.

A delicate, ladylike whimper of a sneeze that made Wildcat and Hourman chortle until she threatened them with broken features.

The next day, she woke up with a throbbing headache and an itchy throat. She skipped breakfast and lunch.

The same afternoon, chills wracked her body. She had curled up on the couch and was watching soap operas when Kendra and Courtney staged an intervention and dragged her down to the medical lab.

"I can't be sick," she croaked as Pieter held her tongue down with a wooden stick and shone his little flashlight down her throat. "I have bad guys to beat up." "Not today," Pieter decided, switching off the light and tossing the wooden stick in the trash. "You've got the flu."

"I can't have the flu," Karen Starr protested. "I'm Power Girl. I can't get the flu."

"Looks like you can. And you'll be doing your shopping and your crimefighting online this week," Pieter told her, taking decongestants and cough drops from his dispensary. "I'm sure Courtney has a game that will allow you to take out your aggressions on pixilated opponents.

"She does," Karen sighed. "But it's just not the same."

Author's Notes: No notes, really.

Roy/Lian: Oh, Tannenbaum

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