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Other Relationship Tags to Be AddedAmy Dallon | Panacea | Red Queen/Original Female Character(s)
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Amy Dallon | Panacea | Red QueenVictoria Dallon | Glory Girl | AntaresOriginal Female Character(s)New Wave (Parahumans)Butcher (Parahumans)
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TranshumanismCanon-Typical ViolenceNazi PunchingMental InstabilityPresentation!Eventual FluffThe slope is steep and well lubricatedTeenagersEventual Descent Into VillainyCanon-Typical Amy ProblemsShaper Pokes Amy With A StickThen Bludgeons Her Over The Head With ItRomanceHold My BeerFluff and AngstSlice of LifealmostLGBTQ ThemesBe gayDo Crime!Unreliable NarratorMagical Girls
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Published:2024-12-10Updated:2025-07-19Words:141,038Chapters:33/?Comments:132Kudos:451Bookmarks:159Hits:29,480
Amelia Fulminate
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Chapter 3: Þ - Greetings 1.3
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Þ - Greetings 1.3
ƸÏƷ1.3
(Monday)
Amy was woken up by the sound of music. Early in the morning, long before the sun came up, her phone started blasting heavy metal orchestra to wake her up. Mozart played on a dirty guitar would always be peak, and Amy would fight anyone who didn't agree. She fumbled a bit with the alarm, and then stretched languidly, bringing her arms up above her head as she yawned.
She stumbled into the bathroom, splashing some water on her face. Looking at the tired Amy in the mirror, real Amy felt the light of eureka banish the fog of sleep.
She should make herself smell like coffee. Dark coffee! Yeah, that'd work nicely. It was easy enough to change, and she finished the last touches by the time she'd successfully relieved her bladder. She didn't shower, both because it was loud as well as the fact that her powers could clean her better than her hands ever would.
She changed into a similar outfit to the one she'd worn the previous night, but instead of a plaid button up it had a navy blue polo shirt. Amy had no idea why she had so few decent shirts — four was definitely not enough — but then again, not much of past Amy made much sense to her. It was only once she was done changing that Amy remembered that she'd kidnapped a spider last night.
She was large, maybe an inch, with yellow on black colour… and Amy'd named her Yeminsk. She woke Yeminsk up from her forced hibernation with a tap, and immediately started messing with the little friend's head. Spiders didn't think, they just followed instinct, which would mean fight or flight, and Amy didn't want that, so she forced Yeminsk to be calm.
She'd wanted a mammalian brain to work with when practising her ability to cure depression for a reason. Arthropods were so fucking stupid and mechanically alien that Amy'd practically sundered the thing's mind just by nudging her to be polite. As it was, Amy let the spider sit on her desk as she started doing some bodyweight exercises. She kept cool by slamming air into herself to help with evaporation. And once she was done, she simply removed any sweat from her person.
Her muscles throbbed softly, but it was within adequately low levels of pain that it wasn't a problem. Amy had Yeminsk scuttle onto the top of her head. The spider's silk production was interesting to study as she made breakfast. It was toast with guacamole and eggs. Four slices total were made, two for her and two for Vicky.
Amy finished eating a bit after she heard Vicky start the shower upstairs. She decided that she'd learnt all she could from Yeminsk, and returned the spider to the bush she'd found her in. After fixing its head, obviously.
In retrospect, it was kinda weird for her to have done that last night.
Soon after Amy returned indoors, her sister made her way downstairs, and Amy greeted her. "Morning, Vicky. I made breakfast," she said, indicating towards the table.
"Oh, cool!" Vicky sat down and started eating. "I could get used to this," she said, gorging her gorgeous face on the perfectly done egg atop one of her slices. Amy sat across from her, slowly sipping some water. Once Vicky finished, Amy power scrubbed the dishes. "So, are you excited for your first day, Ames?"
Vicky was not as subtle as she thought she was, but it was enough for Amy. "Uh-huh, and nervous, but mostly just ready to establish a normal feeling routine."
Vicky made a noise of agreement. "You should probably go sort through your backpack if you haven't already. Feel free to toss anything that looks like old assignments, but keep notes and stuff." she advised.
Amy nodded, then went upstairs to do just that. When she got back down she noticed that Mom was making coffee, presumably she was getting ready for her job. Amy didn't know the hours yet, but it was nice to know that her mom would be seeing her off.
Vicky looked at her sister as Amy re-entered the room. "Ya ready?" she asked, looping her own backpack around her shoulders.
"I think so," Amy answered.
"Alright then, let's get going!"
Their mother shouted after them as they walked to the door. "Bye girls! Don't get into any trouble at school! Victoria, make sure to-"
Amy opened the door, and then Vicky shouted back. "Yes, Mom! I'll keep Ames safe!" Then Vicky closed the door. Amy started on her way towards their bus stop, but Vicky stopped her by placing a hand on her shoulder when she realised why Amy was walking. "Hehe, Amy, we haven't taken the bus to school in ages."
Amy turned to her in confusion. "Hmm?" And then grinned when she saw the implication. So much for looking up all her bus routes. Oh well, she wasn't going to complain.
Vicky swept Amy off her feet into a princess carry, and rose high into the air. She'd expected a startled yep, or perhaps a scream, but Amy just started laughing.
The wind slammed into them both as Vicky hurled them across the sky, and Amy shouted into the wind. "Vicky, this is ridiculous!" But she only received a smile in return. The cold morning air chipped at her marginally, yet it couldn't distract from how beautiful the view was from so high up. They were about at the height of the tallest buildings downtown, but in the suburbs that made everything look small.
Arcadia was the largest building in a mile around, and easy to pick out near the edge of the suburbs. Vicky decelerated as they approached. She aimed for an area without many people in it, but still called out in warning. "Incoming from above!" Several students stepped back despite already being at a safe distance, but that was just one of those things that people did.
Vicky carefully placed Amy down, and held onto her shoulder until her sister took a few steps. Amy took a second to fix her hair. "That's certainly one way to commute!" Amy declared cheerfully. Vicky laughed, and they made their way into the school on foot.
They were early enough for Vicky to give a brief tour. Amy already knew the layout, but looking in person helped cement the information she'd gathered online. When the bell rang, they spit up, each having different classes on their schedules.
Amy's homeroom was a little awkward, a few people gave her light greetings that she returned. At the start of class the teacher announced that she was back from being hospitalised, but didn't specify anything beyond that New Wave had already made an official statement, and that they shouldn't bother Amy too much about her personal health complications.
By second period she was hearing people gossip about it, and by third various somebodies had checked PHO during the small gap in the Faraday cage that was allowed during passing period. From there word spread like wildfire. It was verified during the next passing period, and by lunch everybody and their pet dog had been told that supposedly, Panacea had retrograde amnesia. Few people actually bothered her about it, and those who did were just pointed in the direction of the official statement.
At lunch she waited in line with everyone else, and then made her way to Vicky's table. "Hey, Vicky. Have you heard the news yet? Panacea has amnesia." she said satirically.
Vicky smiled at her as she sat down, glad that her sister was handling the gossip well enough. "Really? I didn't know." Vicky replied, channelling her mirth. "Do you think anybody's told her about it yet?"
Just then a redheaded boy joined the table. "Hey, Victoria-"
Vicky interrupted him. "Yes Dennis, I've heard."
"You know, I actually wasn't going to make a joke there." Dennis admitted. He looked around the cafeteria. "Do you think she's sitting outside again? I would assume that she'd stick to you for a while, but you already know what they say about those." The boy then took a bite out of a carrot.
Amy raised her brows, then lowered them into a scowl.
Dennis's eyes widened. "Holy shit," he blurted, only then recognising that Amy was right in front of him. Several other people at the table had a similar moment of recognition. "I'd recognise that scowl anywhere! But why are you in disguise?"
Amy snorted. "I'm not?"
He looked on with disbelief. "But the hair, and the clothes?"
"What, am I not allowed to want to look nice?" Amy demanded, gaining that familiar edge that Dennis always recognised her with.
Vicky giggled in a way that was music to Amy's ears. "Ames finally got a sense of fashion. She even willingly asked to go to the mall with me!" she said, befuddling any who'd met the grouch before.
Another head sat down at the table. It was beginning to feel a little cramped, with some seven teenagers now sitting around. "Wow, I guess hell's frozen over at last. Who woulda thought?" the new girl said.
The convention went on from there, but there was something off about it, something that Amy couldn't quite put her finger on. A few more people crowded the table over the course of lunch. Amy talked with some of them, but mostly she just ate her food.
Maybe she'd start bringing lunches from home. The qualities of the school lunch were lacking, even if they were above average relative to what most kids her age got at school. Lunch came to an end soon enough. Fifth period — like the rest of school — was easy. Amy'd already finished most of her homework by multitasking. She earned a few weird looks, but nobody tried to stop her from doing homework whilst participating in the current class. She did pause her studiousness for sixth period, as Art was the sort of thing that needed her full attention.
Amy didn't have a seventh period, nor an eighth. Arcadia was part vocational school. It let the Wards spend extra time superheroing, but for Amy it meant that she had an 'internship' at Brockton Bay's North Medical hospital that afternoon. Even as she walked to the front gate, Amy was finishing the last of her homework. Her eyes were on the page as she dodged the masses of students by use of her field, and that same field held the page firm without the need of a clipboard.
Vicky floated up behind her, not making any noise as she flew. "Hi, Vicky," Amy greeted without looking behind her. "Just fifteen seconds and I'll be done with the last of it."
Vicky waited impatiently, peering over her sister's shoulder. It looked like Amy was doing something for Aquatic Science. Vicky didn't choose that course for any of her science credits, so she had no idea what Amy was schpeeling out onto the page. "You all done?" Vicky asked once Amy finished putting up the worksheet.
"Yup," Amy confirmed. And then Vicky swept her off her feet, flying them back to the Dallon house. Vicky went a lot slower than she had in the morning, taking the time to ask Amy about how school was fairing. It was more calm than thrilling, and the wind was a strong breeze rather than a roaring battering ram.
ƸÏƷ1.3
After a quick stop at home, Vicky dropped Amy off at BBNM before departing for her own appointments. Something about taking college courses that she'd yet to elaborate on. So, Amy was in front of the hospital, white robes on her shoulders, and red scarf over her neck. She walked through the automatic doors and approached the reception desk.
The receptionist, of course, immediately recognised Amy. "Panacea, everybody's heard the news. I'll call the Operations Manager, and she can send someone to show you where you're needed." he said, pressing a few buttons on his pager.
Okay. "Um, yeah. That sounds good." Amy agreed awkwardly. She sat down in one of the lobby chairs as she waited. It was early afternoon on a Monday, so there were only a few people waiting with her. A few minutes of patience later, a woman with short black hair and pale skin walked into the lobby.
Amy stood up as she approached. "Panacea, it's good to have you back. I'm Jenny, we've met before. We have one case in ER, and then we can start working through the ICU." She started walking and Amy followed immediately. It seemed that Jenny knew what she was doing, so Amy let her take the lead. Hopefully in a few weeks she wouldn't need people to guide her around, but it was fine for now.
Once they reached the Emergency Department, Amy was guided to a room labelled 'Trauma 3'. The EMS inside backed away from the patient as soon as he saw Panacea.
Amy laid a gloved hand on the patient's chest, causing biology to light up in her mind's eye. Severe bruising, broken left arm and leg, mild concussion, fractured ribs also on the left side, a few scraps here and there. He'd live, but Amy was going to save him months of recovery. Normally she might ask for consent before healing, but legally speaking unconscious car crash victims were not of sound mind and body, and thus did not have the ability to deny her care.
A cacophony of squelches and popping filled the room for half a second as Amy fixed the broken man before her. She then turned to the EMS. "Should I wake him up?"
The ER doctor was shocked at how fast that had happened. The healing was almost aggressive sounding in its haste. He'd seen Panacea heal before, but this was a magnitude faster than the several minutes he'd been expecting. "Uh, sure." He nodded. "Any concussions we need to worry about?" the EMS asked, knowing that Panacea couldn't fix those.
But she could now. "Oh, right, we're yet to make an official announcement yet, but I can do brains now. There was a concussion, but he's fine now." she said, waving in the direction of the patient. Amy then placed her hand back on the man's chest, nudging his brain into waking up. Separately, using her Shaker field, she cleaned his blood off the sheets, fixed the scrapes and tears on his clothes, and cleaned him of dirt and grime. The patient slowly blinked his eyes open. "Hello, I am Panacea. You are in a hospital. Do you want your shellfish allergy removed?"
He looked at her in confusion. "Um, what?" He was still trying to get a grasp on the situation. The last thing he remembered was driving through an intersection.
Amy clicked her tongue. "You have a potentially lethal shellfish allergy, removing it would constitute preventative medical treatment. Would you like to no longer be allergic to shellfish?" It was a very simple question, and he was awake, so why was he taking so long?
"Wait, hold on a second-"
That wasn't a yes. Amy started walking out of the room, suddenly feeling very impatient with the patient. "Okay, I'm done here. He's fixed, so do whatever with 'em." she said to the emergency medical specialist. "Jenny, you mentioned we'd go through the ICU?" Amy asked rhetorically.
Jenny fell into lockstep next to her. "Yes… Your healing seems stronger than before." she questioned.
"Hm? How so?"
Huh, Jenny supposed that'd make sense. Amy must not've had the knowledge of her baseline to compare to. "Normally it would've taken you minutes to heal that man, and he would still have a concussion. But here you are, working miracles." Even more so than before. "Maybe it's because you're not sleep deprived. I could definitely imagine that having been slowing you down." Jenny speculated. It was only half intended as a joke, but Amy didn't bother correcting her either way.
The ICU was chalked full of people, but not too near capacity to be seriously worried about. Amy cycled through which hospital she helped on a daily basis, so they were able to handle a week or two without her. She started walking to the first bed in the hall. There was a girl — maybe fifteen years old — in the bed, she was looking at her phone, but she looked up when she heard Amy's boots on the tile.
"Hello, I'm Panacea, may I heal you?" Amy greeted.
"Yes?" She was in the hospital, why wouldn't she want magical parahuman healing?
"Alright, gimme your hand." The other girl did so, and Amy scanned through her body. She raised her eyebrows, looking down at the girl incredulously. "Really? Whatever, stop smoking. If your parents find out, you will regret it."
The girl scowled at her. "Is that any of your business?"
"Yes. Also, no more loud music. You're already going deaf, trust me, tinnitus is a bitch that only gets worse." The girl was here because she had a panic attack which caused heart failure, but that wasn't going to stop Amy from complaining about the ash in her lungs.
"I already stopped deafening myself after I noticed,"
"Okay good," She then turned to Jenny. "She's healed. It was just a panic attack, there was no underlying cause, aside from a weak heart." Turned back to the girl. "Do cardio, touch some grass, learn to cook, aaand g'bye." Amy stood up and walked across the ICU to the next patient. Jenny and the girl shared a look. The girl squinted, which caused Jenny to shrug.
Normally the hospital would have a list of who needed her most, but Panacea was clearly out of the loop, and — if she could hold this speed — at the rate she was going, a list might have been pointless anyways.
"Hello, I'm Panacea, may I heal you." she asked the rugged old man.
"Yeah" he said gruffly.
She held out her hand, and he grabbed it. "Liver failure is what you're in for?" He nodded. "Okay, that's fixed. So is the skin cancer growing on your left arm. Do you want your teeth fixed as well? And you have severe allergies to both dogs and peanuts that I'd be willing to get rid of."
"Thank you, if you'd be so kind,"
"I'll take that as a yes." He didn't protest, so she numbed his mouth, had his body absorb his existing teeth, and then regrew a full set. The various implants and fillings he'd gotten over the years were sanitised and placed in his lap. "You might want to ask for a little bag for those. Some of the metal ones are valuable." she said, un-numbing his mouth and already moving onto the next patient.
Lung cancer. Diabetes, which caused heart failure. Heart disease, and a deadly allergy to oranges. More lung cancer. Brain cancer. Car crash victim from earlier in the week, so broken bones and minor brain damage. More late stage cancer. Kidney failure, with a gluten allergy. Four bullet wounds that were two days old, and another peanut allergy. And two dozen more that just… blurred together. Half of them had at least minor vision or hearing problems that Amy Panaceaed away.
That was everybody in the ICU. There had been three deaths in the ICU in the past two weeks, but she couldn't be there for everyone. Amy then moved on to the terminally ill, those who might die in mouths instead of days.
More cancer. Crippling diseases. Polio. An old lady tripped in her own home, broke her hip, and that was enough to nearly kill her. Alzheimer's was halted, but Amy couldn't bring back memories already lost. HIV and AIDS were both relatively simple in comparison. More heart disease. So much heart disease. More cancer. A singular extreme burn victim, apparently she was a victim of a hate crime.
There were too many damn Nazis in Amy's city.
Things got more mundane from there. There were loads of home injuries. Broken fingers. Broken ankles. A broken leg from skateboarding. Some allergic reactions. Some idiot — that's unnecessarily mean of her — chopped off a finger when cooking, they were nearly blind, but Amy fixed that.
One of the nurses laid a hand on Amy's shoulder. "Okay, that's enough," Amy looked at the nurse perplexed. Somehow in just a few hours she'd felt as though she lost half of last night's sleep. "Come on kid, let's go down to the break room, you can rest there until Glory Girl comes to get you." Amy felt like she should want to resist, that she should want to keep healing until there was nobody left. But she didn't, instead everything was numb, and the world was bland and grey, with the only colour being the blood on her hands.
Amy looked down at her perfectly clean black gloves, then shook her head. The break room was nice. They had coffee. And chairs. Amy liked coffee, but it was weird that it worked on her despite hypothetically being poison. Maybe she could run some tests at some point to figure out how that worked. Another thing for the 'do later' box she supposed. Amy sat like that for a weirdly long time.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket, Vicky'd sent her a text. It felt like a rubber band snapped in Amy's head, clearing out the weird headache she'd gotten from healing.
Vic: omw sys
Amy D: vwtfdtm?
Vic: whats that mean?
Amy D: Exactly.
Vic: i'ma pick ya up soon. Meet me on the roof?
Amy D: k
With that, Amy left the break room. The elevator was… eh. She made a mental note to take the stairs next time. Constant little things like that would be helpful in maintaining cardio. She stepped out of the roof access door and into the chill October air. Her robes were more than enough to keep the cold at bay, and the addition of gloves only helped. Brockton Bay almost looked nice from this high up. All the trash and potholes blurred from the distance, just minor smudges from up here.
The sounds of the city cut off as Amy thickened the air. The quiet was nice. She split the bubble into two far smaller ones, one for each ear, like invisible earmuffs. Amy bet she could use these in school, it was just two handfuls of air, she could maintain that for a while. And it would make for good practice.
Up in the sky Amy saw a little dot swooping around the buildings. Vicky flew closer and closer, eventually making her way to the top of North Medical's roof. "Hi Ames, how was the hospital? Did you get to heal anything funny today?" she asked once she was close enough.
Amy saw her mouth move but hadn't realised that she was still deafened until after Vicky had finished talking. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I had earmuffs active." Vicky repeated her questions with as much patience as she could. "Hmm, yeah, kinda. There was somebody who cut off one of their fingers when cooking, likely because they were far-sighted, so I reattached the finger and fixed their eyes. Hopefully I'll never see them again." she joked. People loved seeing her in the hospital, but she never liked seeing them there.
Vicky laughed a little. Amy had made that same joke plenty of times before, even if she didn't remember doing so. "Alright, you ready to get going?" she asked, voice full of cheer.
Amy nodded. "Yup!" She floated up to Vicky, and swung her arms around Vicky's neck, before lessening how much lift she was exerting on herself. Vicky caught on to what she was doing, swiftly securing Amy in a princess carry. "Let us make haste, my gallant steed!" Amy cheered as they blasted off towards their house. Amy still needed to change out of her robes.
ƸÏƷ1.3
(Monday evening)
Amy stared at herself in the mirror. She looked nice. Not beautiful or stunning, just nice. Pretty in that slightly above average way that was clearly from subtle effort rather than genetic lottery. Crop tops weren't her thing, but she could definitely pull off a turtleneck sweater and knee length skirt like she had on at the moment.
"Amy, quit being a chicken and show me already!" Vicky requested from outside the changing stall. Amy gave one last twirl in the mirror, before turning around and stepping out of the stall.
Amy grinned shyly. "So? How do I look?" she asked. She needed stockings. Not the shitty thin ones, but the real thick winter socks.
Vicky clapped excitedly. "You look great! We're definitely getting this one." She beamed. Amy went back into the changing room, but Vicky just talked through the curtains. "We should get you some makeup after this! And there's a nail salon here, so we can visit that too!"
Amy rolled her eyes. "We can buy some nail polish, but we are not going to a nail salon. I'd much rather just do my own nails." She didn't have any experience with painting nails, but it was the sort of small scale thing that her power would trivialise. Amy stepped out of the changing room. "Also, I want to get a bunch of wool in bulk so that I can make myself some decent socks. Modern methods are cool and all, but hand weaving several hundred strands at once would be better." Most of the outfits Vicky'd helped her make were pretty good. The discarded ones were put in the store's basket to be reshelved later, while the keepers were bagged and brought to the register.
Amy insisted that she be the one to carry the bags. Vicky had a brute rating, but Amy wanted to get healthier, and that started with small decisions. That explanation caused Vicky to laugh. Amy would have shoved her, but the bags were keeping her hands full, so she just bumped her shoulder into the blonde's ineffectually.
Some basic makeup was bought at another store. Nothing fancy, just some basic foundation, blush, and two different lipsticks of varying intensities. It wouldn't be flashy like some of the stuff Vicky pulled off, but it'd look nice. Amy also acquired two small bottles — flasks? — of nail polish, one white and one red.
As they finished their shopping for the day, somebody in the crowd came up to them. He was a young man, maybe a few years older than the two of them were, average height and build, brown hair. Overall, a very normal looking dude. He asked for Amy's autograph… No, not Vicky's, Amy's autograph. It took Amy a few seconds to recover. Some random person wanted her autograph. It made Amy feel a bloom of pride.
"You know Vicky's, like, right there?" Amy asked uncertainly, indicating to her sister who was mere feet away. He just shrugged, pulled out a photo from his wallet, and then asked Amy to sign it. Apparently his wife had some rare disease that was resistant to everything the doctors had thrown at it. Then, a few months ago, Panacea walked in and cured her. "I don't suppose you have a pen?"
Dude, in fact, did not have a pen. Which caused Amy to think about how to improvise an autograph.
"Alright, gimme your arm," He did so, and Amy skimmed a little bit of blood from his veins, then used her Shaker power to sign the photo with his blood. It was a little strange that blood counted as biomass for her Striker power, but also was usable by her Shaker power once it had left his body. Oh well, the Manton limit had grey areas like that sometimes.
Dude thanked her and went on his way, whilst the Dallon sisters walked out to the edge of the mall. Vicky scooped Amy into her arms — Vicky had such great arms — and they flew back home. The both of them were quite eager to get back. Amy was going to try something new, and Vicky was finally getting to share her passion for nails and makeup with Amy.
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