It was a union between insecurities, solitude, desperation, naiveness, misunderstanding and confusion. The sum of a few negatives made a positive?

She considered this was Edʼs complete and utter fault to begin with. Why couldn't he be like his creator Olʼ Skool? Calm, thoughtful and careful. The teenager was his complete opposite: instinctive, uncontrolled, energetic, unpredictable, reckless… and the list goes on and on. He needed to learn cooperation and to value the team's organization and rules a bit more.

And who better to learn that from the most cooperative, involved and hardworking courier Dojo Deliveries had to offer?

Edʼs last few missions had been rocky, to say the least. From falling to his and Burn's potential death from a dangling scoreboard, almost getting eaten by an Omnirex, to potentially getting murdered by an AIʼs security system. Olʼ Skool thought that pairing him up with Fizz would open up a strategic and careful mentality. He wouldn't try to risk the life of an eleven-year old girl, would he?

When the Dojo came back with Winglow Labʼs datacube, he discovered Ed almost got her killed a few times. The old man was certainly chaperoning the next artifact mission—where he almost got both of them destroyed more times than the blue-haired courier. So much for chaperoning.

But the old man saw a flicker of something. Maybe it was the way Fizz invaded his personal space, Ed stared at her half-lidded with a small genuine smile, the way they protected and took care of each other… It was as if they were in their own world.

Then that event happened…

Burn once said that Fizz was a thousand years ahead of them all. There was simplicity to her ideals, this form of straightforwardness that came after questioning every dogma, virtue, moral and taboo available. There was a care to her carelessness. There was a thought to her instinct.

She had fallen fond of her temporary partner. She was sure it was her insecurities falling in love with the extra attention he gave her. She had decided to accept that fact instead of repressing her feelings towards Ed, but she also decided not to act on her desires since she knew heartbreak and awkwardness would ensue.

She was frustrated with her idea that Ed might not share her practical mannerisms in a relationship. With what she had seen with Deets, other than he was naive with his romantic feelings, he was very open to displaying that affection—in simple words, a flirt. Fizz was the opposite end of the spectrum: private and coy. She hid her feelings from the rest of the group because she—if given the chance—would prefer her relationship a secret.

The inventor didn't mind Ed having feelings towards Deets. She didn't have the desire to fight for his affection with one of her friends. As long as he cared and had feelings towards Fizz, that's all that mattered to her.

She was heavily invested in upgrading and tuning her infamous plasma cannon while those thoughts popped up in her head. She sat quietly drawing up a plan on a blueprint she found lying around. The redhead looked at the time in the monitor in front of her. Ed would usually visit her for a small chat by this time around.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a ping from the computer. The weather predictions had changed from sunny to cloudy with a high percentage of a storm brewing. In other words, Dojo Deliveries was closing up early. She could focus more of her pet project now that she had an extra few hours up her sleeve.

The Dojoʼs warning gong blared around the hideout.

"Now?" She was bewildered that someone managed to ruin her break from work. She abandoned her blueprint and computer and sped off to the Team Room.

Olʼ Skool was running a hand through his beard while staring at the big monitor in the room. It showed a map of Progress City with a blue circle in the upper left corner and a purple circle in the middle right of the screen. He turned back when he heard the teenagers' footsteps. He lowered his sunglasses to see if his vision wasn't messing with him once again. "Where's the rest of the gang?"

Ed and Fizz were his only couriers available. They shrugged.

"There's a stolen datacube that's been jumping around from DNA to the Klowns to Robox, but it doesn't seem to get delivered. They've been jacking each other so much that they haven't had the chance to." Olʼ Skool typed on the keyboard. A security video footage popped up showing a fight between the Klowns and Robox. "I checked the net and this datacube belongs to the Samson Agriculture Corporation. It's an expansion plan for Sector 12, but DNA stole it this morning."

"What would Bedlam want to do with some carrots and corn anyway?" Ed asked. All he got for a reply was a held laugh and a light shove from Fizz and a glare from their boss.

"The more info he has on everybody, the better he can manipulate and control a sector. If Bedlam has control of Sector 12, he can control the food industry, therefore, rising food prices."

After an audible gasp, Fizz grabbed Ed by his arm and pulled him towards the vehicle lot. Nobody came between the redhead and her love for food.

While the pair left Olʼ Skoolʼs gaze, he took notice of their actions. He had been for a while. Fizz had never acknowledged anyone's personal space, including Edʼs; but there was something different about it. The way she was handling his arm with just enough pressure to demonstrate urgency. The way their legs intertwined while trying to move. How she kept stumbling on her words trying to explain her frustration to her partner. That smile on her face while looking up at the blue-eyed teen even though she was upset by the situation at hand.

Ed, on the other hand, was acting differently towards Fizz than usual. He had a serious vibe since he entered the Team Room. His arms were stiff as a board ever since she touched him. He was resisting being pulled away by the inventor. He was awfully quiet to her ramblings. The slight fear in his eyes looking down at her.

Something was going to go wrong.