SRMTHFG: Weakness Ch. 2

Gibson wakes from his nightmare.

It's been one week since Mandarin used Valina's powers to make him appear a bumbling imbecile.

He's always been the smart one, the one to solve the Team's problems and send them on their way to victory.

But that night, he hadn't been smart enough to do anything right.

When Sprx had come to him with his eyes blown out, Gibson had promised his brother he would make him good as new.

But then he'd started spouting gibberish, started doing things that were absolute poppycock, and he hadn't been able to stop himself.

The others had had to hold him fast to keep him from dissecting Sprx right then and there!

And throughout the rest of the night, it had only gotten worse.

(Asking Antauri about his face when he'd obviously been looking at his elder brother's…posterior…was just one grievous example…)

He'd hated looking like such a scatterbrained idiot in front of his Team, in front of his brothers and sister and beloved leader.

They'd needed his help, and he could only cluck around, spurting naught but useless nonsense!

The fact that he'd been ineffective in every conceivable manner of potential aid…he'd never been more afraid.

But as he scratches his head, turns on his bedside light, and looks at the group picture of the Team on his nightstand, he smiles.

As long as he can solve his family's problems, as long as he is able to help them defeat Valina and Mandarin and win this fight once and for all, he knows he'll be all right.