A/N: RANT FIC.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Summary: Never, ever break Spencer's Zen. Ever.

Spencer's Broken Zen (Part 1)

Music was at the center of Spencer's universe. Those solid tunes gave Spencer his Zen moments when the world was troubled, disturbed or bluntly filled with young, teenage angst. Music was his escape; music was the center of his universe. Walking down the streets of Moscow, Spencer was deep into his thoughts ignoring extremely loud fangirls screaming at him or old ladies trying to get his autograph. Walking through downtown was a routine thing for him to do since it was his turn to do grocery shopping. Honestly, he didn't mind or particularly care doing grocery shopping once a week; staying at the Blitzkrieg mansion was literally living in a war. He never understood why Ian, the shortest and youngest (and smartest) of them all wanted the others to suffer i.e. Bryan and Tala. Spencer was relieved he was off the hit list. Well, in perspective if Ian decided to pick on Spencer, it was bluntly signing his death warrant. Period.

Heading home with bags and bags upon tons of bags of groceries, Spencer kicked the door open. Screw the doorbell. He already told, no, instructed and nagged Tala to fix it but being the lazy ass he was, the doorbell remained broken.

"I'm back," Spencer announced, tossing the keys into the keys basket. It was rule; whoever came home from shopping must toss the keys into this basket; it was the number one rule. Last time Bryan forgot to do it. It took the boys three hours to find the keys only to discover they were in his jeans pocket. Moron.

"You're back!" Ian said brightly. Spencer tensed. Why were Ian's eyes round like sauce plates? Narrowing his eyes, Spencer glared at the back of Tala's thick skull.

The redhead turned around from the TV, "What?"

"You gave Ian sugar, did you?"

"No,"

"Explain to me why he looks like he just visited cloud 9,"

Tala shrugged and turned to flipping channels on his glorious fifty-five inch LED TV imported from Japan. Rolling his eyes, Spencer made his way into the kitchen spotting Bryan digging into the fridge and dropping food items on the floor. The mauve-haired teen stopped when he felt a familiar presence.

Peering over the fridge door, he hid his smirk, "Yo."

"…What… are you doing?"

Bryan returned to rummaging for sweets. "Food."

"Sweets."

"Yeah, that,"

"Can you at least clean the mess when you're done?"

"Suuuuure." Bryan replied dropping a can of sardines.

Spencer sighed. Placing down the grocery bags, he really needed some quiet time. Leaving the kitchen, he made his way through the living room and up the staircase to his room. Everyday those three sap every ounce of energy from him. Opening his door, the smell of lime welcomed him. Already his nerves have begun to relax. Compared to the other boys' room, Spencer's was the neatest, well, after Kai. Kai was extremely OCD with his room being extremely clean, meaning, if there was something, even a piece of shredded paper on the carpet floor, it would immediately be tossed away. Spencer walked to his table where things were neatly stacked, polished and cleaned; his desktop was dustless, his keyboard was dustless, the folders were in chronological order, Seaborg was still in his bowl and his music player was on his desk. Good.

Picking up his music player, he turned it on and put in his earphones and waited for sweet, sweet music. He heard the beats all right by there were soft. Okay, maybe the volume was low. Pressing a button, the music was still soft. Spencer glanced down at his music player and sure enough, the device was turned on, the earphones were plugged in but why wasn't he getting any sound? Weird.

I swore I did everything… Spencer paused and stared intently at the earphones plug. They were plugged, check but the rest of the cord were not attached to the input.

Picking up the music player and taking the earphones out of his ears, Spencer saw the cord was cut. Severed. Sabotaged. A small crack appeared in Spencer's Zen force field. He gently placed down the music player and marched out of his room with his broken earphones.

Tala suddenly paid attention to the sound of heavy footsteps from above.

"Fe-fi-fo-fum," Tala sang. "Here comes the big one,"

Spencer stormed down the stairs and down to Tala. He didn't say anything except show Tala his broken earphones.

Turning the TV off Tala said, "I had nothing to do with that. You know that I don't go into your room."

Was Tala telling the truth? Tala kept a steady poker face. Dammit! The captain was good. Turning around, Spencer left and found Ian still dazed from eating what appeared to be sugar cubes. Holding the earphones in front of Ian, he pointed to the severed cord.

"Not me," he said, shaking his hands in front of him defensively. "I don't go in your room! There's nothing! NOTHING!"

Ian was a little prick but he never lied. So, that left Bryan. Spencer stormed into the kitchen to find more food items scattered on the floor and Bryan comfortably seated with his dirty boots on the table. He was chewing on chocolate bread sticks he ignored Spencer's presence. Kicking the chair from beneath Bryan, the teen crashed onto the floor. With a swear ready to be discharged, he noticed it was his best friend Spencer.

"What?" Bryan shot. "Can't you see I'm enjoying my chocolate bread sticks?"

Spencer didn't reply. Instead, he pointed to severed cord.

Bryan turned grim. "What gave you the idea I did it?"

Because, duh, it was Bryan!

"I hate to break it to you, big guy but I didn't do it! I swear on, I don't know, my grave!"

Spencer twitched. Taking Bryan's words into consideration, he stormed out of the room and went back to Tala. Something told him that Ian and Bryan spoke the truth but Tala… he couldn't be trusted! This redheaded devil was the root of all evil! Spencer stared, no, glared at Tala plotting his confession and last but not least, revenge.

Tala glanced up at Spencer, "What?" He snapped. "Stop standing there and make us dinner already! I'm starving!"

"…Sure."

Tucking his earphones away, Spencer turned around and headed back to the kitchen. So, if Tala wanted to play tough, so be it. Two could play this game. After all, what possibly could happen to Tala when Spencer's Zen began to break?