Chapter 2: Doing What I Gotta Do To Make It

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters other than my Oc's.

Blossom Magenta Utonium quietly composed herself on the expensive looking benches. As much as she didn't want to admit it, her soon to be boss for speaking it into existence sakes, was incredibly intimidating as much as she didn't want to admit it.

Unlike Boomer and to an extent Butch, Brick was the furthest thing from an open book. There was difficulty in interpreting his moves or even his thinking pattern, maturity made him damn near impenetrable to her advanced intellect, rendering it near useless. Then it wasn't any help that she was damn near desperate for this job, if that got out she feared for the worst….if rejection wasn't already at the top of that list.

No!

I will NOT succumb to these thoughts!

I CAN do this! I will land this job!

DING!

"I'll pick up the chocolate chips during lunch hour," came a familiar deep voice.

"Ooo bittersweet or milk chocolate?" came another familiar voice.

Blossom turned her head and released a small squeak at seeing Butch and Boomer walk out from the elevator, dressed in professional wear.

"Bittersweet is the best, besides the batter will be sweet enough, if we give her a sugar rush Brick will lose his shit," Butch explained to Boomer.

"True," Boomer commented in agreement with his brother.

"Good Morning, Barbara," he greeted the general secretary.

"Morning Barbara," Butch also greeted her.

"Good Morning Mr Jojo's," the general secretary greeted the two general managers as they made their way down the hall.

Blossom held her breath at seeing the two rowdyruffs draw closer to her being. Would they mock me for applying here? Oh no, this is terrible!

"Good Morning, Blossom," Boomer simply greeted her.

"Morning Pinkie," came Butch's greeting as they both walked past her without any further comment.

Oh…..Guess they knew that I would be here this morning then….

"Oh wait, I almost forgot!" Butch suddenly exclaimed and walked back over to the pink eyed redhead, fishing through his briefcase then held out a large white envelope to her

Blossom's heartbeat picked up as she curiously looked up at Butch but didn't hesitate to take it, hoping that he would explain himself.

"It'll come in handy, good luck," Butch simply said and walked back down the hallway without a second glance.

I wonder what this is…

Blossom slowly opened the enveloping and pulled out a large card with an arrow shooting through a pink heart.

Aw cute….

With a small smile, Blossom opened the card and read it:

The Brick Survival Guide :First Edition

You love rules, right? Anyway, follow these to coexist in the long term with my brother.

Consider this a favor, I don't hate you but we're not friends either. Brick is a picky son of a primate and you're like the 15th personal assistant since March, yes you will get the job so RELAX. I'm just tired of seeing so many of his different bitches on this level.

That explains why this job kept frequently appearing online…...

Rule #1 Punctuality

ALWAYS BE ON TIME! Brick is a JACKASS for punctuality! He WILL deduct your pay!

Harsh….but not a problem…..

Rule #2 Attire

I really shouldn't have to tell you about this but I will anyway since I've seen a few bitches lacking common sense. OFFICE ATTIRE ONLY!

Oh wow….

Rule #3 Absenteeism

Brick expects his personal assistants to be fucking wonder woman. Refrain from sickness and emergency leaves, if so run it by him, if he says no then he means NO. Bitches have gotten fired for this, don't be one of them.

Gosh…..

Rule #4 Smart Ass Comments

-Side eye- You're the queen of this pinkie, control that tongue of yours or Brick WILL.

To be fair, he's just as smart mouthed as I am….but alright…..

Rule #5 Sweets

Brick won't admit it but he still loves sweet things. Use condensed milk instead of sugar in his coffee, don't be afraid to use things like cocoa powder, whipped cream, syrups etc etc. For breakfast: donuts, scones, smoothies and fruit could work, just don't give him the same thing every day unless he specifically asks you too, comprende?

Aww that's kind of cute…..guess we have similarities after all…..

Rule #5 Senseless Questions

JUST DON'T! You're already on thin ice, use that brain of yours.

Sigh...I'm aware…...

Rule #6 Personal Calls

Have no personal calls from your work phone at your desk. Brick WILL bill you for it!

Understandable…..

Rule # 7 Versatility

Like I said, he wants you to be wonder woman. He will have you doing the most but that's what he's paying you well for. You're a perfectionist right? Don't disappoint him.

I think I can handle that…..

Rule #8 Permission

I shouldn't have to tell you this but you're a curious bitch, so don't touch Brick's stuff or poke your pretty little head in things unless he permits you to do so. His bark and bite are as equally terrifying, you have been warned.

Well this was a no brainer…..

Rule #9 Attitude

-Sigh- Look, this is biased as fuck but you already look like someone that Brick hates, avoid conflictive situations as much as you can. He might not look it but he has a big heart and can be a kind person. I'm sure you're both similar in more ways than one, I'm not your daddy so figure it out.

Brick hates someone more than me? Shocker…..

Rule #10 Be Yourself

Shit, this might sound mushy and shit but look, you aren't that bad of a person pinkie. You're actually a cool down to earth chick, caring for people's needs over your own and whatnot, so if I can see that then I'm sure that Brick can as well. Don't tell anyone, but I'm actually rooting for you, so don't get fired ok?

Blossom blinked her eyes a few times then re-read that last rule.

Now she could see throughout his development, that green rowdyruff had humane traits and was a friendly guy when he wanted to be…..but this…..this… was sweet. She more expected something like this from Boomer but to get it from Butch? It was so precious that it gave her a boost of hope.

Blossom sighed, being the people pleaser that she was, letting Butch down when he appeared to be rooting for her along with her family, was not an option. This job paid $7,000.00 a month. I CAN do this!

"Miss Utonium, Mr Brick will see you now," Barbara, the general secretary informed her.

Blossom put her pink purse of her documents back onto her shoulders and stood up, lightly neatening her clothes.

Barbara gave her a kind smile, "Follow the halls pathway, Mr Brick's office is the first on the right, it isn't very hard to find, good luck dear," she politely said to Blossom who nodded and swiftly walked down the hallway.

Like Barbara said, Brick's office really wasn't hard to find, maybe there was a reason for that.

Inhaling a breath, Blossom rose her fist to knock on the door.

"Come in," said a deep voice.

She didn't even get to knock...the hell?

Okay…..

Blossom carefully opened the door to reveal her counterpart in professional attire, sitting at his desk going through a file.

Guess I have to address him professionally now huh?

"Good Morning, Mr Jojo," Blossom politely greeted him, stepping into his office and closed the door.

"Brick is fine," he simply responded.

Or not…

"Ok," she simply responded, waiting for him to give her permission to sit down.

Brick's office was dark...abnormally dark, in fact it was light cream walled, blood red tiles, black furnished and very very spacious, there was even a door with a red plaque that said toilet. If there weren't any windows, Blossom could've assumed that Brick was a vampire afraid of sunlight.

His necessities were all in his office, there were two large desks with black phones, a black couch set, a giant fax machine, a mini fridge and even a counter with a microwave. Guess he doesn't get out much?

"Miss Utonium," Brick finally spoke to her again, knocking Blossom out of her thoughts.

"Yes, Brick?" Blossom quickly answered him, only to see that his head was still down in that file.

"Why are you just standing in the middle of my office like a frightened gazelle?" Brick simply asked her.

Shit..

Blossom found herself blushing from embarrassment, "Well...um...you didn't give me permission to sit down," she somewhat nervously answered, feeling a clench in her chest when he actually looked up at her….and with a small smirk too.

"Have a seat Miss Utonium," Brick professionally said to her, watching as nodded and took a set in front of his desk.

"You can call me Blossom," she chirped out, trying to appear super confident.

"Don't tell me what to do," Brick professionally responded, returning his gaze to that file of his.

So much for that…..

Resisting the urge to pout, Blossom bit the inside of her cheek. Brick just loved to make her feel uneasy.

"I'd like to receive the copies of your qualifications," he spoke again and Blossom immediately reached her purse for her documents, whipping them out at the speed of light.

"Here you are!" she chirped out, knocking over a picture frame on his desk that clattered on the floor.

Blossom gasped and set the file on Brick's desk, "Oh I'm so sorry!" she nervously exclaimed and swiftly picked it up, accidentally knocking over the black office phone and pen set when she extended her other hand on Brick's desk.

Pressing her lips together Blossom carefully picked up the phone, picking up all the spilled pens and its holder then placed them back on Brick's desk while he sternly looked at her.

"Do you wish to knock over anything else on my desk, Miss Utonium? At this point, feel free," he professionally spoke with sarcasm dripping of his tongue.

Embarrassed by her clumsiness, Blossom felt her confidence dropping by the second. She still had to learn how to not beat herself up for making mistakes, everyone made them, it was part of life.

Brick observed his now delicate looking counterpart quietly sitting in front of him with her head down. Part of him was content that she was running her smart ass mouth and the other part of him wondered why she was beating up herself over something so little. It wasn't as if she broke anything, geez.

"Miss Utonium," he professionally addressed her.

"Yes?" she softly responded.

"Relax," Brick simply said to her, putting the copies of her files in his drawer while pulling out a stapled document, a thumbtack and small vial of cherry red liquid.

Surprised, Blossom rose her head to face Brick and he actually gave her somewhat of a gentle look before looking down at the paper he set on his desk.

Was this a smidgen of the kindness that Butch told me about?

"Thank you….," she softly responded to him.

Brick rose a brow, "What exactly are you thanking me for, Miss Utonium?" he professionally asked her, watching as she lowered her head again.

Blossom's breath hitched in her throat. What exactly was she thanking him for?

"I...I don't know….," she awkwardly responded and Brick rolled his eyes.

"Raise your head Miss Utonium, I have five questions to ask you," Brick professionally informed.

That's rather specific…

Inhaling a breath of encouragement, Blossom rose her head and softly exhaled to choose her words wisely. Butch said she already got the job but maybe she still wanted to land the position like a regular person would, after all that was what she forced to become.

"In a simple sentence tell me about your leadership style, its strengths and weaknesses," Brick professionally said, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Together we rise, together we fall, no man gets left behind," Blossom answered without skipping a beat. It sounded like it was ripped out a page of cliche answers but what the hell, it was simple enough.

Intrigued, Brick countered that answer "What if a person couldn't keep up?" he asked again.

"Then I adapt, as a leader you know most of the strengths and weaknesses of your team, not everyone skips to the same beat, an improved approach could easily be implemented," Blossom answered with more confidence, this was a part of her syllabus.

"And how would you implement that improved approach?" Brick asked her again.

"Communication, guidance and maybe some coaching here and there until they get the hang of it and can flow again on their own," Blossom confidently answered again.

"Interesting...and in your words, tell me how you think people would describe you?" Brick asked her again.

"I'm bossy," Blossom simply responded, earning a playful smirk from Brick. Shit, it was the truth.

"Is that all, Miss Utonium?" Brick humorously asked her.

"Pretty much, If I said anymore, I'd be tooting my own horn, Mr Jojo," she smartly remarked, cracking Brick up.

Oh shit..wait….I wasn't supposed to make those!

Dammit what if he decides to reject me? I was so close now i'll be broke for the rest of my life and burden my sisters and-!

Wait….is he laughing at me?

Blossom took in the sight of her cracking up counterpart. His laughter was soft and melancholic compared to his younger self.

It was kind of cute considering Brick's usual stone faced appearance.

"Moving on Miss Utonium, what questions do you have for me?" Brick asked in a casual like manner.

That was quick…..

"Well….I'd love to know your expectations of me over a ninety day period?" Blossom politely asked him, watching as he gave a light nod.

"Blood, sweat and tears," Brick professionally answered, as if that was most descriptive explanation in the world.

"Is that all, Brick?" Blossom politely asked him.

"Pretty much," Brick professionally answered with a shrug of his shoulders. Was he being civil with me?

"You're trying to scare me, aren't you?" Blossom smartly remarked, watching as that smirk returned to Brick's face.

"Depends, do I send shivers down your spine, Miss Utonium?" Brick countered with a smart remark of his own.

"Not quite," Blossom politely answered, not wanting to show him any fear to feed off of in this particular moment.

"I'll remember that," Brick professionally answered, turning the document in front of him towards her and placed a pen on it.

"Sign at the three spaces with red asterisks by them," Brick professionally informed her and Blossom nodded, picking up the pen and wrote her signature on them. She knew it was a contract but she didn't bother reading it, this job paid well, she'd just do whatever she had to.

Blossom picked up the contract to hand it back to Brick, but he placed his hand down on it, pulling it away to reveal a thumbtack and vial of a cherryish looking liquid. She gave Brick a skeptical glance.

"See that square block and the end of the last sentence, dip the thumbtack in the vial, pierce your thumb then stamp your blood on the contract," Brick professionally informed her, watching as she gave him a look of some confusion.

What is this, a demon ritual?

"Was I not clear enough, Miss Utonium?" Brick simply asked her, as if this was a completely normal thing to do.

How could that even pierce me?

"What's in the vial?" Blossom cautiously asked Brick, who plainly looked at her.

"Do as I said and find out," he simply responded.

Blossom picked up the vial and observed its color, opening it to get a whiff of the scent.

"Antidote x?!" she whispered in some surprise.

"Took you long enough," came Brick's simple response again.

Where did he even get this?

Wait...his father is Mojo Jojo, of course he'd get from him, duh Blossom.

Shrugging it off, Blossom did as she was instructed and dripped the thumbtack into the liquid, being careful to not have any excess liquid to drip on the contract, then pierced her thumb.

It didn't hurt that much or at all for that matter and at the sight of her blood she stamped it on the contract.

Brick watched as Blossom covered the vial, placed it on the contract and held it out for him to take.

Blossom watched as Brick simply picked up the vial on the contract, leaving the stapled papers in her hand and handed her a larger set of bundled papers.

"Congratulations Miss Utonium, you're hired and you start immediately, go copy your contract at the fax machine then take seat at that desk over there, its your new work station, read through your expected tasks then await further instructions," Brick professionally spoke, tossing the vial back into a drawer and pulled out a red macbook.

"Got it, thank you,"Blossom said with a small smile and went over to the machine.

Now it was just thirty days until her first paycheck. Quickly skimming through her contract, she discovered that the work day finished at 5:30pm and overtime could go up to 8:00pm. Maybe she could still keep her Starbucks barista job until the first month was over. That way her $250.00 weekly income could get her by, she just had to budget her money wisely for food purposes.

Today was off to a better start than she originally thought, hopefully it'll last.


10:00a.m. at Pokey Oaks Kindergarten

Bubbles happily watched as her students worked on some learning worksheets for spelling, connect the dots, coloring and some simple math, that she found online. The website that she found them on got approved by the education so Bubbles was happy that for their good job praises. Maybe a raise was in her near future, because of this school's reputation, Bubbles earned a monthly salary of $6,408.00 as opposed to her previous assistant's salary of $3000.00. Technically speaking, Miss Keane retiring was the best thing that ever happened for her career.

Bubbles smiled at seeing her students connecting the dots on their papers, some now coloring and others chose the math section first, until her eyes landed on Bonnie Jojo. The girl's entire worksheet was turned over and she was on that cell phone again. Why did Brick even give a five year old an Iphone?

The girl was on that thing ever since her father left, geez.

Putting on a sweet smile, Bubbles walked over to Bonnie in attempt to connect with the child.

"Hi Bonnie," Bubbles sweetly said to the little girl.

"Yes, Miss Bubbles?" Bonnie politely responded, not glancing at the blonde woman for a second.

"Please don't use your cellphone during class sessions or I just might have to take it away from you and I'd rather not have to do that, so please put it away," Bubbles politely said to her.

Bonnie didn't budge, "I'm already finished with my worksheet if that's the real reason you're giving me this speech," she smartly remarked.

Sara, the blonde girl with blue eyes next to Bonnie, looked at her in small curiosity. She had heard the quick scribbles but just thought that Bonnie was a quick writer. She brought her head back to her worksheet to not get told by Miss Bubbles but still listened in on them.

Bubbles lips slightly parted in surprise. I handed out those worksheets three minutes ago, how could she possibly be finished already?

Just to make sure that the little redhead wasn't bluffing, Bubbles picked up the bundled worksheets and flipped through them, page after page. The girl wasn't lying, her worksheets were fully completed and properly too, not a single identifiable error on any.

Holy shit…..

Brick's kid was a genius. She had to tell this to Blossom.

"Um, Bonnie?" Bubbles tried speaking to the girl again.

"Yes, Miss Bubbles?" Bonnie politely answered, now playing candy crush on her phone.

"May I ask how you finished these worksheets so quickly?" Bubbles sweetly asked her.

"My grandpa taught me a lot of stuff when I was three," Bonnie politely answered, not taking an eye off of her game.

Bubbles pressed her lips together, Mojo probably taught the kid beyond her age level…

Now I need to find a way to teach her new things…

"Bonnie, great job on your worksheets but you still need to get off that phone, so please put it away," Bubbles sweetly said to her, watching as Bonnie sighed but listened to her anyway.

Bonnie put her phone back into her skirt pocket and boredly put her hands on the table.

"Thank you, Bonnie, since you're finished you can have an early start to recess, why don't you go outside to swingset, it's really fun," Bubbles cheerfully said to her.

"If I go, will you push me?" Bonnie bargained, attempting to be social. Going outside was just temptation to go see her dad at work but he wanted her here.

"Sure, but just for a little bit ok?" Bubbles reasoned and Bonnie nodded her head, getting up from her seat.

Sara slightly glanced at Bonnie getting up from the seat and lifted her head at seeing her and Miss Bubbles walk off in the direction of the door. Maybe Bonnie was just like her? Her mom said to not talk about that but if she wasn't the only one anymore, they could understand each other.

Outside

Bonnie and Bubbles walked over to the swingset and Bonnie hopped onto the one in the middle, waiting for Bubbles to push her.

Smiling at the girls eagerness, Bubbles pushed the swing, watching as a smile graced Bonnie's cute face. The girl was practically Brick's clone and she didn't have to ask to know that he was protective of his daughter. He seemed to be rather sweet to her unlike his treatment to other people.

Then again, the Jojo family on the whole was a case by themselves…

Wait….

Speaking of the Jojo family….

"Hey Bonnie?" Bubbles said to get her attention she swang.

"Yes, Miss Bubbles?" Bonnie politely answered her teacher.

"Would you mind me asking what exactly your grandpa taught you so that I can adjust to your learning level?" Bubbles politely asked her.

"Sure, I'm practically done with grade school! But I still make a few mistakes with the syllabus," Bonnie answered in detail.

"Oh ok, what do you keep making mistakes on?" Bubbles asked again, trying to make conversation.

"Social studies and writing short stories, grandpa says I sometimes lack description," Bonnie answered again.

That's simple enough…I could just add it as an extra to her curriculum so the board won't complain about her.

"Ok, we can work on that together in class so you don't feel out of place, ok?" Bubbles friendly spoke.

"Ok!" Bonnie chirped out, obviously having fun on the swingset.

"By the way Bonnie, what's your family like?" Bubbles couldn't help but ask.

"What do you mean, Miss Bubbles?" Bonnie simply asked her.

"I mean, your parents, what are they like?" Bubbles asked, hoping that was simple enough without prying too much.

"Well my dad is a really busy man but I love it when he makes time for me and my mom, she's a nice lady at heart," Bonnie simply answered her teacher, making Bubbles even more curious.

"Oh I see, what does your mom do?" Bubbles asked again.

"She works for grandpa Mojo, like daddy does, but in another city," Bonnie answered.

Hmm..I wonder who her mother is?

Maybe one of Brick's fangirls? Then again he never did seem too interested in any of them.

There could be a possibility of her having powers, whether her mother was a regular citizen or not.

"Oh ok," Bubbles responded, ending the questions for now. She didn't want Bonnie to feel as if she was being interrogated.

"Please excuse me Bonnie, I have to announce a recess to the other students, would you be ok to swing by yourself for a few? Bubbles politely said to her.

"Sure," Bonnie simply answered and Bubbles stepped away from the swingset, watching the girl for a few more seconds before walking off to the classroom.

Upon entering the class again, she smiled at seeing her students peacefully doing their work.

"Ok class, time for recess!" Bubbles cheerfully announced and the happy students got up from their seats, rushing out the classroom door. Giggling at their energy, Bubbles started to neaten up the classroom desks and chairs for their return. It did give her some time to engage in her thoughts on Bonnie, she was curious about the girl's background.

Meanwhile outside…..

Bonnie quietly sat on the swing, watching as all of the other kids her age ran about playing with each other. It wasn't as if she couldn't socialize but she didn't really want to. She was different from these kids and they were the reason why she didn't mind not having any friends her age.

With a light sigh, Bonnie pulled out her cellphone again, resuming her candy crush gaming. Vibrant colors sure were addicting to children's eyes.

"Hey, do you mind if sit next to you?" asked a familiar voice.

Bonnie looked up from her phone to see that Sara girl standing in front of her.

"Sure, Sara, right?" Bonnie politely said and the blonde girl nodded then a seat on the swing right next to her. Sara didn't say anything for a few seconds so Bonnie resumed her game playing.

"So, how do you like this school so far?" Sara asked, trying to make conversation.

"It's ok, I'm used to being home schooled so it's a bit different," Bonnie answered, "What about you, do you like it here?" she asked in attempt to continue the conversation.

"Oh, you're just like me, I was homeschooled too, but it's more fun being around others," Sara chirped out and Bonnie nodded in understanding.

"I guess i'll get used to it," Bonnie simply answered, not wanting to be a buzzkill. There were two boys coming in their direction.

"So, I was wondering…..about in class earlier with Miss Bubbles," Sara nervously said, getting Bonnie's attention.

"What about it?" she simply asked the nervous looking blonde.

"Well….you finished your worksheets really fast...so….I was wondering if you had pow-"

"Hey!" a boyish voice interrupted her, getting both girls attention. They saw two brunette boys standing in front of them. They were mostly looking at Bonnie.

"What do you want, Tommy?!" Sara snappishly asked the first boy who scoffed at her.

"I just wanted to properly introduce myself to the new girl, is that crime?" he sneered at Sara then looked at Bonnie again.

Sara glared at him and Bonnie rose a brow in curiosity.

"Hello," Bonnie simply said to the boy that seemed to be a bit on the rude side.

"The names Tommy and this is Frank," he said, indicating who his amigo was with his thumb.

"Hello," Bonnie simply said again, unsure of what these boys wanted.

"So that man that dropped you off was Brick Jojo of Jojo Inc, all the adults know about him, what is he to you? the Tommy asked her.

Bonnie uninterestedly looked at him, it was happening again, "What's it you?" she sassed out in response.

"Just curious is all, are you a Jojo as well, we never got your last name," the Frank boy chimed in.

"Yeah," said Tommy.

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Isn't it obvious?" she sassed out again and the two boys grinned at each other.

Sara's glared deepened at the both of them, knowing what they were up to.

"So Bonnie, since you're new here, you probably need some friends, to ya now hang out with and visit each other's houses and whatnot," Tommy said with a grin.

"Yeah! What's your house like? I bet you have a huge pool!" exclaimed Frank.

Bonnie rolled her eyes again, "I'm not rich, since that's what you're obviously implying," she smartly remarked.

Tommy scoffed, "Says the girl with an Iphone," he barked out, snatching it from Bonnie's hand.

"Hey!" she exclaimed reaching for it but Tommy stepped backward.

"Yeah, my mom says those are really expensive," Frank chimed in, catching the phone when Tommy tossed it over to prevent Bonnie from taking it back.

Sara hopped off the swing and went after Frank, "Give Bonnie her phone back!" she exclaimed in annoyance, growling at Frank tossing it back over to Tommy.

"What's the problem with you guys?!" Bonnie growled out, going after both Tommy and Frank that kept tossing her phone back and forth between each other while she and Sara tried to get it. She was grateful that Sara had her back, these guys were being jerks.

Frank scoffed, "What it's not like you can't afford a replacement, we can just keep this one!" he taunted.

"Right, I'm sure that daddy will just buy you another one!" Tommy spat out in agreement, now pissing Bonnie off. THIS was why she didn't like people her age.

"GIVE. IT. BACK!" Bonnie screeched out, getting everyone's attention, even Bubbles who was still inside.

"Guys, stop it! You're upsetting her!" Sara complained in annoyance, shoving Frank to down to the ground with an audible thud.

"What is going on out here?!" Miss Bubbles exclaimed, suddenly appearing at the door frame.

"GIVE ME MY PHONE!" Bonnie screeched out.

"I'm just borrowing it for a few, sharing is caring," Tommy taunted, backing away from the angry looking girl.

"TOMMY, I'M NOT PLAYING! GIVE IT BACK!" Bonnie screeched again, fists now tightening dangerously.

"Tommy! Give Bonnie her phone back this instant!" Bubbles scolded him but Tommy didn't listen.

The boy continued to taunt and avoid Bonnie as if it was all fun and games, "She'll get it back in a fe-!

Tommy's small body went tumbling off a few metres backward on the dirt, making everyone, including Bubbles, gasp dramatically.

Bonnie had socked him right in the face with inhumane force, rendering everyone, even his partner in crime, Frank, completely silent in fear.

Sounds of Bonnie's hyperventilating echoed in the windy environment, all eyes watching as she slowly lowered her fist and went over to her dropped phone on the ground.

Bubbles couldn't believe what she just saw.

Bonnie has powers!

And she just hit a kid!

This meant that she had to inform the parents.

Dammit

Bubbles quickly made her way over to Tommy, lifting him onto her lap to see if he was alright. He had a bruise on his cheek and a few light scrapes on his knees and elbows, nothing too major and he was still conscious, groaning a tad bit but conscious. She released a breath of relief at that.

"Bonnie, are you ok?" Sara's voice cut the silence, making Bubbles head pop up to observe Bonnie's current state. The girl was dangerously silent, just clutching her phone.

Bonnie didn't answer her, she just stood there like a mannequin.

Tommy stood up from Bubbles hold, assuring his worried blonde teacher that he was ok.

"Bonnie, it's ok, Tommy's fine, we can talk this out," Bubbles informed the girl but she still didn't budge.

"I need some air," Bonnie softly said and shot up into a sky with a red streak of light, surprising everyone.

"Bonnie wait!" Sara suddenly exclaimed, palms glowing yellow and bursted off into the sky after Bonnie on a large chuck of earth.

What in the world?!

Sara!

I have two super students?!

"Class i'll be right back, please head back inside!" Bubbles exclaimed and shot off into the sky with a baby blue streak after her runaway students. Brick would sacrifice her to HIM if the stoic man came back this afternoon and found out that she let his daughter run away from school.

Being the fastest puff had its perks, it didn't take Bubbles too long to catch up with her two students.

"Bonnie! Sara! Halt this instant!" she exclaimed, popping up right in front of the two that abruptly stopped to not crash into her, surprised that their teacher was also a super like just like them.

A guilty looking Bonnie looked away from Bubbles stern face expression and Sara awkwardly put a hand behind her head.

Bubbles sighed, dropping her stern look.

"Girls, you aren't in trouble, especially not you Bonnie, you were defending yourself I get it but violence wasn't the way, you could've come and get me, I would've dealt with Tommy and Frank for you both," Bubbles spoke with authority present in her tone.

"Sorry, Miss Bubbles," Sara apologised to her teacher and Bubbles gave a single nod, now looking at Bonnie whose head was lowered.

"I'm sorry, Miss Bubbles," Bonnie apologized, slowly lifting her head up, her eyes looked teary.

Bubbles sighed again, "It's alright for now girls, we'll deal with this later," she politely said to the two guilty looking girls.

"Are you going to tell my dad?" Bonnie softly asked her with a frown on her face. She didn't want to disappoint her father.

"Unfortunately, I have to but I can assure that I shall reason with him so that he fully understands what took place today so you won't get in trouble, that goes for the both of you, ok?" Bubbles reasoned and the two girls nodded at her.

"Ok, good!" Bubbles chirped out, she handled this a lot better than she thought, though she still had to actually face Brick this afternoon but she had plenty hours to spare.

"Let's head back to class girls!" she chirped out again and the two girls turned around, heading back in the school's direction with Bubbles trailing behind them to ensure a safe trip back.


12:00 p.m

Butch opened up his briefcase and took his car keys before closing it and setting it down at the side of his desk. He looked more into that Jojo-Morbucks alliance benefit and saw that he could actually get a 40% discount on its replacement which meant that instead of paying $1000.00, he could just pay $600.00.

Not that he was cheap but the extra $400 could go to better use, like a new paint job or something. Leaving his office, Butch made his way over to Boomer's to see if his brother wanted anything for lunch.

There was a bit of a distance between them but that was for privacy reasons, it wasn't like the three brothers were conjoined at the hip, they already saw each other and talked to each other everyday. They didn't live far apart either, just for emergency purposes. Usually on weekends, they'd all gather at Brick's house for lunch and dinner on occasions, the man taught himself to throw down in the kitchen. Thank god for Bonnie's existence.

Butch opened his brother's office door to see Boomer talking with the manager of the technological advancements firm, Dexter.

"Hey Butch, wassup?" Boomer casually greeted his brother.

"Butch," Dexter formally acknowledged him, knowing that the man didn't like the Mr attached because it made him feel old.

"Hey Boom, Dex," Butch greeted in his casual manner.

"I was about to head out to fix my car and grab some lunch while I'm at it, want anything?" Butch offered.

"Actually, I was about to head to lunch with Dexter, we have some things to discuss," Boomer informed his brother.

Butch rose a brow at that, "Anything major? What's going on?" he inquired and Boomer shook his head.

"It's a guy problem, Dexter here wants to up his lady attraction game," Boomer casually chirped out while Dexter looked somewhat embarrassed.

Butch smirked deviously, "Oh does he now?" he mischievously taunted, watching a blush creep up on the scientific male genius face.

"W-Well I-I am simply perplexed as to the behavioral patterns when it comes to the opposite genders engaging in such a social exchange," Dexter nerdily tried to explain himself, widening Butch's smirk.

"Righhht, so what you're interested in is the sauce," Butch tauntfully informed.

"The sauce?" Dexter confusedly inquired, looking at Butch.

"Yes, the sauce!" Boomer chirped out, making Dexter turn to face him now.

"The sauce?" he inquired again.

"The sauce!" the two brothers said in usion.

"Right, the sauce!" Dexter energetically exclaimed with a clenched fist before curiously looking in between the two brothers.

"What is the sauce?" he confusedly asked the two.

"It's your natural appeal to others, like your swag for instance," Boomer explained.

"My swag?" Dexter questioned not understanding such modern day slang and Butch nodded.

"Yes your swag, your image, your sense of style, your flow, the first word that comes to mind when people see you," Butch explained.

"So what's the first word you think of when you see me?" Dexter asked him in curiosity.

Butch set a comforting hand on the curly redhead's shoulder, "Don't make me answer that, later Boom!" he chirped out and left his brother's office.

Dexter looked at Boomer who casually shrugged his shoulders in response.

The male genius folded his arms.

Meanwhile….

Butch checked in on Brick to see if his elder brother wanted anything and like usual, he said no because he brought home cooked food but Brick occasionally asked for something sweet to snack on, usually when he had fired an assistant.

"No sweets today?" Butch playfully asked him, knowing that this was tempting for the stoic faced redhead.

"Already sent Miss Utonium out for a few," Brick professionally answered and Butch rolled his eyes.

"Of course you did," he smartly remarked, "How's pinkie doing so far? She getting on your nerves yet?" Butch inquired.

Brick made no physical indication but spoke, "Not yet," he simply answered.

"Good, we don't need her getting fired on the first day like the last three," Butch complained.

"They lacked competence," Brick professionally answered and Butch rolled his eyes again.

"But you hand selected them, so does that mean that you're actually incompetent?" Butch inquired, earning a glare from his brother.

"Get out of my office, Butch," Brick sternly commanded, cracking Butch up.

"Later!" Butch chirped out and closed the office door behind him, walking up the hallway out to the elevator, giving Barbara a single wave.

He selected his floor and hummed a short tune on the way down. All he needed was to get his car fixed then pick up that bag of chocolate chips. Speaking of the chocolate, maybe he should've asked Brick to let pinkie pick up a pack for him while she was out.

Oh well, it wasn't like Butch was in a rush to get back to work anyway, his tasks were levelled out, thus giving him some hours to spare before Mojo lost his shit on finding him gone for too long. His primate father would be the cause of his own heart attack someday, the way the monkey always worked himself up when irritated.

With a chirp of his keys, Butch hopped into his vehicle and sped out of the car park, hitting the streets with the purring of his motor filling the street.

At Mechanix…

"Hello, daddy?! I got a flat tire in town so I'm using your credit card to fix it!" a blonde girl loudly spoke on the phone.

"So how long will this job take?" a middle aged man asked the worker.

"In forty-five minutes you'll be all set sir!" the worker chirped out and the man nodded accepting his receipt.

"I'll be back in exactly one hour, I hope you all are as good as you charge!" some lady exclaimed and headed for the exit.

Ah the sounds of money coming in….

Buttercup Utonium in her work attire walked around her excessively large working base, inspecting the work of everyone on the manager's clipboard. This section of Mechanix is where all the vehicles came in for either repairs or servicing, some more major than others.

Right now business was booming, there were vehicles from rookie drivers getting their oil and tires changed, some were receiving both an interior and exterior detailing, others a buff and polish, tint removal and change and some special orders for spray painting and vehicle glass coating was being done.

"Chris, put your mask on those fumes will knock you out!" Buttercup exclaimed to one of her co-workers that irresponsibly spray painting a vehicle without proper safety.

"Shit!" the latino man exclaimed in remembrance, "Could you get it for me? I can't mess up this detail!" he exclaimed to Buttercup who dashed over to the safety station grabbed a mask and dashed over to Chris, putting on his half mask for him.

"Thanks!" came his muffled response.

"Your welcome," she responded and continued about her rounds.

Usually, Buttercup would be among her co-workers in some hands on action but she was specifically instructed by Prince Morbucks to fill in for the manager's absence today and was offered the pay rate of this position just for today, which meant a boost in her salary at the end of the month from $7,483.00 to $8,123.00. If only she could land the manager's role, she could make damn near ten grand a month. That would give her even more flexible money for herself.

I'd be balling!

If only she knew about this job when she was five, she would've busted her ass for this instead of knocking people's teeth out, it would've given her a head start on life. Man, adulting was tough. Not only did you have to now take care of yourself, you also had to provide for yourself on the whole which meant: living expenses, especially clothing and food.

Since both Blossom and Bubbles were vegetarians their food bill wasn't the highest, though it would raise every now and then when prices went up and also the fact that Buttercup was a meat mouth. She loved her steak, dammit. On top of that they also had their own life insurance policies that the professor made them take out even though they were superhuman and they each also had to put aside money in savings accounts.

Then came the even more adult prone expenses, flying saved them money on transport or any vehicle fees on the whole however, owning a house came with a price! Thankfully the mortgage was paid off early but then came the insurance fees, utility bills, especially water and electricity, God those things could get costly quick! To think that as a kid, Buttercup could have cared less about using up too much water or leaving the lights on as long as she wanted, geez.

How did people manage to pay all these fees, save money, go out and buy themselves tons of stuff at the same damn time? At least Buttercup had her sisters to support one another, Blossom landing that job with Brick would make all three of their lives just a tad easier since existing as human being came daily obstacles as well, figures.

Chuckling at the thought, Buttercup finished up her checklist and switched the page over to the orders to be completed today. Most of them were already accounted for with the exception of what she just witnessed, so she propped up against the wall and filled them in.

"Alright, guys easy with this one!" Buttercup heard one of her co-workers shout.

She rose her head to see an exquisite looking Jaguar being driven into their base and whistled. It was a sweet ride, the owner must've had a lot of coin. It had a pretty large dent on the front bumper, nothing too costly to fix, in fact it didn't even need changing.

Her co-worker Todd, immediately put the car jack under it, giving it some leverage off the ground.

Just because the owner appeared to have money meant that they should extort him.

"Todd, I got this one, finish your tinting!" Buttercup extended her voice enough to reach him.

"Alright!" Todd responded and walked off to continue what he was doing.

Sighing at her inner good person, Buttercup made her way over to the vehicle for a closer look at the damage, not taking notice of her spikey haired counterpart whose eyes widened at seeing her.

"Bc?" Butch said to get her attention, watching as she rose her head at the sound of his voice, eyes widening like his previously was.

"Butch?!" Buttercup lightly exclaimed, suddenly feeling butterflies in her stomach.

She stood up and he walked over to her, engulfing her body in a hug.

Now, there was reasonable explanation for such a civil and friendly greeting between the toughest fighters of the puffs and ruffs. Unknown to their siblings, Buttercup and Butch may have messed around a few times in college from drunken parties and came to a mutual understanding, leading to a good friendship. They lost contact after he became a GM for Mojo though…..

"I haven't seen you in forever!" Buttercup friendly exclaimed, tossing her arms around him.

"Right?! How have you been?" Butch friendly asked her, not letting her go yet.

"I've been good, just adjusting to life, ya know? And yourself?" Buttercup responded.

"Same here, though I'd never thought that you'd ever work for the Morbucks," he answered and Buttercup chuckled.

"Same here but the pay is good, so I'm not complaining," she answered with a smile, pulling away from him before her co-workers got the wrong idea.

"So about your car," Buttercup said to redirect the conversation.

"Right, a bitch knocked into me this morning, do I need another bumper or this one fixable?" Butch bluntly asked.

"I can fix this, be grateful that I found you or else they would've made you spend a grand on a brand new one," Buttercup informed him.

A smirk tugged at Butch's lips, "My hero," he teasingly responded, watching Buttercup release a chuckle.

"I'll be right back," she announced and lightly hovered off into the distance for some speed. She needed to do this before someone came and stuck their nose in her business. It wasn't as if she was taking away from the organization's money, she was just being fair but the Morbucks could be greedy for cash most of the time.

Upon arrival to the tool section, Buttercup took a water heater and a bolt remover. She swiftly went over to the pipes and filled the heater up with water then went back over to Butch, who casually stood with his hands in his pocket.

Butch watched as Buttercup swiftly removed the bolts to his headlight and then removed his front tire, undoing the rest of bolts to release the bumper.

Buttercup used her laser vision underneath the base of the water heater enough to get the water inside to a boil then poured the hot water on the inside of the bumper then used her hand to press out the dent with some of her enhanced strength. She repeated that action until his bumper looked brand new again then re-assembled everything.

She was didn't even falter for a second, Butch was impressed. The girl was great at what she did, not that he'd expect anything less from his counterpart.

"Alright, Butch you're good to go," Buttercup announced, lowering the car jack and removed it from under his vehicle.

"Cool, how much?" he simply asked and watched Buttercup fold her arms in contemplation. She knew that the charge for dents ranged from $50 to $250 for no bumper replacement but even $50.00 seemed to be overdoing it for mostly using hot water.

"Honestly, I don't even want to charge you for this, but shit all vehicles checked in must have a documented fee," Buttercup explained to Butch, who nodded and reached into his pocket.

"Here, it'll keep the prudes happy," Butch said, giving Buttercup a whole hundred dollar bill.

"You sure?" Buttercup asked, taking the bill from his hand.

Butch casually shrugged, "A hundred bucks is mere pocket change compared to the thousand you saved me from spending, its no problem," he informed Buttercup who nodded and went over to the register girl to bill him.

She wrote the receipt and gave Amanda, the girl at the register the money and watched as she scanned it onto their computer system then gave it back to her.

"Here ya go," Buttercup said to Butch, handing him the receipt and he thanked her.

"Say, why don't we catch up sometime, maybe over dinner?" Butch casually offered.

"Are you doing this just because I saved you some money?" Buttercup playfully accused him, watching a smirk form on his lips.

"Maybe, or it could be the fact that I haven't seen you in so long and you look pretty hot in those coveralls," he teased, watching her laugh.

"When?" she friendly asked him.

"Tomorrow night, around seven," Butch responded, staring at her face.

"Sure," Buttercup girlishly responded, facing heating up a bit at the way he was looking at her.

"Good, what's your number?" he casually asked, whipping out his phone to enter the digits as she called it out.

"Cool, i'll text you later," Butch informed and gave Buttercup another hug as a goodbye greeting then chirped the keys to his vehicle

"Oh, I almost forgot, your sister got the job!" he announced then hopped into the black Jaguar.

A smile graced Buttercup's face, that was great news for her sister's mental state. She was still a bit put off about Brick being her boss though but what was life without challenges?

"Awesome, later!" Buttercup said with a wave and he honked the horn before turning and sped out to the exit.

"You're affiliated with the Jojo's?" a sudden masculine voice startled her.

Buttercup jumped around to see the head boss, Prince Morbucks, now standing not too far behind her. The tall and fairly chiseled auburn haired male stood in a tux, indicating that he had just returned from somewhere important.

"N-Not really, but were schoolmates growing up, if you want to count the former enemies part too," Buttercup explained herself to not give him the wrong idea.

"Ah, I remember that, the powerpuff girls, right? The group that my little sister was such a brat to join," Prince said with a chuckle, earning a somewhat nervous smile from Buttercup.

"No worries, Princess has always been bratty for her way, you learn to ignore her afterwhile, anyway, how is your manager role of the day working out for you?" Prince politely asked his employee.

"It's great actually! I wouldn't mind filling in for more on his absent days," Buttercup chirped out, she couldn't help but keep her boss impressed with her.

Prince smirked, "Is that so? I just might keep that in mind, may I see the clipboard?" he politely said to her and Buttercup nodded, walking over to where she left it and picked it up.

"Here you are, sir," she formally said, watching as the man inspected the pages. She quietly stood in front of him until he was finished out of respect.

"Nicely done, you deserved this opportunity afterall," Prince praised her with a smile, watching as a flush of red decorated her cheeks.

"Thank you sir," Buttercup bashfully responded, attractive bosses were dangerous and it didn't help that he was a Morbucks either.

"Have you eaten, already?" Prince politely asked her.

Buttercup shook her head, "I was going to have my lunch break at one, sir," she politely answered and he smiled more at her.

"Well then, it appears we're in the same boat, care to join to me for lunch? My treat," Prince offered, making Buttercup smile.

"Sure," she casually responded, it was nice of him to offer. This is why she always wanted to keep him impressed, the benefits were good.

"Good, see you at one, Buttercup," Prince said, matching her casual tone, handing her back the clipboard then walked off with a wave.

Smiling, Buttercup made her way over assess the output of her co-workers, ignorant to the some of the glares sent in her direction. She was a badass chick in a highly male dominant field, she was used to this kind of jealousy.

12:40 p.m

Blossom walked through the isle of a supermarket with a basket of goodies in her hand. There were semi-sweet chocolate chips, baking powder, vanilla extract, a box of multi-colored splatter decorated bonbons, a small box with a slice of red velvet cake and for her own personal cravings, a carton of strawberries.

Brick had given her money specifically to purchase what he wanted and permitted her one item of her choice. That was rather kind of him to do, she could eat them for lunch instead of bothering to get any food. It seemed like he planned on baking something later, she didn't picture him as a baker or to possess any cooking abilities on the whole but Brick was a man of many hidden abilities.

Chuckling at the thought, Blossom made her way over to the cash register and placed her items on the conveyor belt. She'd come back later to do grocery shopping of her own when she wasn't on Brick's time. The man had her busy from the second she set the document with her work expectations down on her desk, not that she was complaining.

Whipping out Brick's cash, she paid the cashier and waited for the change and bill, pocketing those to return to Brick as instructed. There were no people to bag to Blossom swiftly packed it herself with Brick's items in a medium sized brown paper bag and her carton of strawberries in a small plastic bag.

She walked off, peacefully making her way out of the supermarket when three men busted inside holding huge guns, one large and the others a normal build. One had the audacity to point one right at her face.

Fear filled shrieks of the cashiers and other supermarket goers could be heard behind her.

"Can I help you gentleman?" Blossom politely asked the three men looking at her as if she was a piece of meat.

He simply pressed the gun against her forehead, "To the back of the isle toots, all of yer! NOW!" the gunman exclaimed while his meathead looking accomplances guarded the door like security.

Blossom turned around and slowly walked, watching as the people rushed down the lane as instructed.

"Move it, will ya!" the gunman aggressively exclaimed, hitting her in the back of the head with the gun...big mistake.

Blossom swiftly rose her feet and jerked it back directly on his knee , knocking it out of socket and followed it up with a roundhouse kick to the jaw, sending the pathetic robberflying backward through the door.

Before his buddies could react, Blossom froze their guns solid with her ice breath, watching the shock fill their faces.

"Are you done?" she politely asked the two men that looked at each other before charging at her.

"Guess not," Blossom chirped out, dodging a frozen gun strike to head and high kneed the bigger guy right in the stomach then jaw when he hunched over in pain and sent an upwards elbow strike to the other guy's nose, with enough force to break it and finished it off with with a downwards elbow to the back of his neck when he bent to clutch his nose.

"FREEZE POLICE!" exclaimed three strong built police officers with their guns out.

Blossom blinked uninterestedly at seeing them lower their guns to deal with the crooks on the floor while one took care of the guy outside.

"Nice response time," she bitterly spoke and strolled through the door with her bags in hand, then took off into the sky. It wasn't as if they wanted to pay her in the first place so it really didn't make any sense to stick around for a handout.

Heh, they didn't even want to acknowledge her presence and to think she busted her ass for the police force for the majority of her life. At least no innocent people were hurt, she was partially content with that.

Shrugging those types of thoughts out, Blossom landed at Jojo Inc and swiftly made her way to the door past a smoking Boomer.

Wait wait wait

Blossom stepped backward to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.

Boomer was in fact smoking right outside of the organization's entrance and not cigarette either but a thickly packed blunt. People smoking didn't surprise her, just that for whatever reason, she never just never thought that Boomer would be one of them, it seemed more like a habit that Brick or Butch would have, not that she was judging him.

Boomer simply looked at her then back at the parking lot, "Everyone needs their release, Blossom," was all he said to her, blowing out a mouthful of thick foggy smoke.

"Don't assume that I was judging you," Blossom simply responded and walked into the building, hitting the elevator button and went inside.

Maybe it was the way she carried about herself that people felt the need to explain themselves to her? Nothing about her life right now could even grant her permission to judge anyone. She wasn't perfect, no person was perfect only objects and tasks could be done to perfection. That was something she wished more people could understand but whatever.

DING!

Blossom stepped out of the elevator, greeting Barbara and swiftly made her way to Brick's office, entering and closing the door.

"Set them on the couch," Brick simply instructed, not sparing Blossom a single glance and she nodded anyway, fishing into her pocket for the bill and his change, setting it on his desk.

She walked over to the couch sat Brick's bag of stuff down then finally made her way over to her desk, pulling out her strawberries to consume while she got on those entry forms Brick gave her before she left. He said he was leaving early today and wanted this stack of forms, a long list of uniform orders to be booked and schedule a photographer for photoshoot pertaining the new work ID badges for the marketing firm to design for the restaurant business that Boomer managed.

You know what….Blossom picked up the black work phone and looked at the number to the firm on the uniform's listing, dialing it in.

I should probably do the calling first, last thing I need is unanswered phones closer to the end of the workday.

Hearing the soft beeps of the phone buttons, Brick stole a small glance at Blossom, watching as she began to speak to the manufacturer for the new company uniforms.

At least Blossom had the common sense to handle the calls first since it was already after one in the afternoon. Brick brought his face to his macbook to resume his silent video watching of kiddie measurements for proper underwear buying for Bonnie.

Seems like she'd survive day one, after all.

2:30 p.m. Pokey Oaks Kindergarten

"Ok kids, class is over, you may go outside to await your parents, see you all again tomorrow!" Bubbles chirped out and opened the door for the eager children rabling out goodbye's to her and their friends.

She made sure to set Bonnie, Sara, Tommy and Frank aside so she could speak to their parents one on one about what happened today. Bullying and violence were unacceptable at this school, even if it sounded a bit hypocritical of her.

Bubbles stood under the door frame, waiting on their parents. Bonnie saw this and sighed, her dad was making time to pick her up from her first day of school and had to hear about this nonsense.

Sara put a comforting hand on her back, "Don't worry, Miss Bubbles is really nice, she won't try to get us in trouble," she said to cheer up her friend.

Bonnie smiled at her, "Thanks, Sara," she kindly said to the blonde. It was nice knowing that she wasn't the only super kid here and she thought Sara was cool too. She finally had a friend her age, maybe that would distract her father from the poor news.

Speaking of her father….

"Bonnie, your dad is here!" Miss Bubbles informed her.

Releasing another sigh, Bonnie hugged Sara goodbye and clutched her Elmo doll as she walked off with her school bag on her back to the doorframe where Miss Bubbles was.

Brick immediately squatted down for his daughter to give him a hug, "Hey Bon Bon," he friendly spoke to her, watching as a smile graced her lips before running into his arms.

"Hi Dad!" she now happily exclaimed, releasing a cute giggle at him planting kisses on her cheek and lifted her onto his side, now standing up with an arm secured around his daughter.

Bubbles smiled at their father - daughter interaction, it was adorable. Too bad she had to inform Brick of what happened today.

"How was your first day, Bon?" Brick asked his daughter with a smile.

"It was good...but um…," Bonnie hesitated to say, making Brick raise a brow.

"About that," Bubbles decided to chime in and Brick turned to look at her.

"There was a situation at recess where she punched a fellow classmate, giving him a few bruises for taking her phone from her, as much as I understand it was self defense, I don't tolerate acts of violence especially since she is just as a danger to civilians as you and I," Bubbles informed Brick who turned to Bonnie again.

"Well you see….what happened was, he took my phone and didn't give it back even though I asked him several times so I got mad and punched him, I didn't mean to hurt him, I swear!" Bonnie tried to explain herself under her father's curious gaze, lowering her head in shame at his silence.

"I see," Brick simply responded using a finger to lift his daughter's chin up, "I'm not mad at you, Bonnie," he informed her, watching her watery red eyes.

"You aren't?" she softly asked with a sniffle and Brick wiped away the tear that rolled down her cheek.

"Of course I'm not, you were targeted and tried to reason before a physical lash out took place, I couldn't say the same for myself at your age, so I'm proud of you, kiddo," Brick said with a smile and kissed Bonnie's cheek again, making her smile.

"I love you, Dad," Bonnie sweetly said to her father.

"I love you too, Bon Bon," Brick friendly said to his daughter, watching her cute smile.

Bubbles didn't want to interrupt all the sweetness, like really she was practically made out of sugar itself but, she still needed Brick to not have Bonnie physically lash out on another student.

"Brick if you don't mind, I'd love for no more physical outbursts in my schoolyard, if you'd be so kind," Bubbles sweetly said to him with her arms folded.

Brick wanted to roll his eyes, " Bonnie no more fighting in school," he simply instructed his daughter.

"Ok, Dad," Bonnie chirped out in response.

"Cool, let's go to the mall, I want to take you shopping," Brick informed the smiling girl that got happier.

"Yay!" she happily cheered and Brick walked away from a slightly annoyed Bubbles.

What kind of discipl-!

Bubbles put her hands on her hips, "Brick!" she exclaimed his name in a scolding manner and Brick simply just waved her goodbye in response.

Bubbles released an annoyed huff and recomposed herself to meet the other parents. At least Brick showed that there were more sides to him than a stone cold wall. Maybe Blossom wouldn't have that much of a hard time after all.


The Mall Trip….

Brick secured Bonnie in the passenger's seat then got into his vehicle and drove away from the Kindergarten to head over to the mall. She was a growing girl so while her clothes were already roomily sized, the girl still needed underwear to suit.

Usually her mother and nonsensical aunts, handled Bonnie's underwear shopping just because it was a more common thing for females to do, but since he wanted to ask nothing of that sleazy woman, Brick decided to take it into his own hands. According to the video, Bonnie should be approaching a size six in underwear soon but just to be sure, he'd have one of the sales clerks measure her.

"So Bon Bon, anything else you wanna share with daddy about your first day of school?" Brick friendly asked his quiet daughter that was clutching her Elmo doll. There was temptation to get Bonnie more sesame street character dolls but he didn't want to spoil her.

Bonnie thought for a minute before her eyes suddenly lit up, "Oh yeah! I made a friend, her name is Sara, she's a super just like us, dad!" she chirped out.

Brick rose a brow, "Isn't that the same girl you sat next to this morning?" he asked, recalling the images in his mind.

"Yes, that's her, she's really cool and even tried to help me get my phone back," Bonnie chirped out again.

"Oh that's good to hear, what kind of powers does she have?" Brick friendly asked to make conversation.

"She can control the earth!" Bonnie chirped out.

"Really? What can she do with it?" Brick asked her again. He had a few people in mind that possessed earth elemental abilities.

"Well….," Bonnie said, gathering her thoughts. She and Sara talked a lot about their powers during lunch but she only actually saw her use it to fly.

"She uses it to fly, kind of like a skateboard," Bonnie chirped out.

"Oh, that's pretty cool," Brick chirped out, so the girl was Terra's daughter. She seemed to have good control over her powers for her age.

"Yeah!" Bonnie cheered out, obviously happy that she made a friend.

"Well, I'm happy that you made a friend your age, baby girl," Brick friendly said to his daughter, turning a corner to head into the mall's car park.

Bonnie happily smiled, "Does this mean I can invite her over sometime?" she bubbly asked her father whose eyes were searching for an open parking space.

"As long as her parents permit, then yes, she can," Brick answered, turning into a free space and parked his vehicle. He undid his seatbelt and Bonnie's then picked the giggling girl up to sit on his lap, opened the door and placed her outside then finally got out and closed his door, chirping the keys.

"That was fun!" Bonnie chirped out, holding her dad's hand.

"I bet it was, baby girl," Brick teased and walked over to the mall's entrance hand in hand with his daughter.

Now this part of fatherhood was dangerous. Kids got distracted easily, not to mention getting attached to things that they saw on display at store windows.

Because Bonnie didn't have much toys since HIM use to summon things for her to play with growing up, Brick didn't mind buying her a few. What he didn't want however, was for him to buy it and a couple days later, she became bored with it. Nope, nope, nope, there would be ZERO unnecessary toy buying. Not while he had something to say about it!

Fifteen minutes later….

Brick and Bonnie walked into the children's clothing store holding bags of: a tea set, an easy bake oven with several different refill treat packets and several types of pink and recolored hair bows. Seems like Brick wasn't as immune to Bonnie's puppy dog eyes as he thought he was.

Oh well, his princess was happy and if she got tired of anything he could always have Blossom sell it online.

They went over to the girls section and Brick asked the worker there to measure Bonnie for him. He watched as the bubbly redhead interacted with his daughter and it reminded him of the moments that Berserk and Bonnie had when she was younger. They still didn't get along much back then but still pulled it together for co-parenting purposes….and now, they couldn't be in a room together for long without some type of argument starting.

Words couldn't describe how happy Brick felt when he won custody of his daughter and Berserk moved to Citiesville just because she was upset, not that he was complaining.

-Buzzzzz-

-Buzzzzz-

-Buzzzzz-

Brick's personal phone vibrated in his pocket, indicating that he received some text messages. Glancing at Bonnie and the lady once more, he pulled out his phone to see who was trying to contact him so badly to send three texts one after the other.

Speaking of the wicked witch…

There were five missed calls from none other than, Berserk Plutonium.

Hoebo: Brick, why aren't you answering my calls?!

Hoebo: You know what? Whatever! Just know that I'm taking Bonnie this weekend.

Hoebo: I have visitation rights, Brick! Bonnie needs her mother in her life too ya know...

Brick rolled his eyes, unfortunately he couldn't deny that last sentence. Bonnie did need her mother, whether he could tolerate her or not.

"I'm back, Dad! The lady said that I'm near a size six!" Bonnie chirped out to her dad.

"Ok, Bon, let's find go some undies you like," Brick casually said to her, taking her hand to stroll over the underwear section. Of course it was mostly pink, purple and a bunch of other pastel colors.

"Ooo!" Bonnie excitedly exclaimed, running off to chose her own underwear.

"Bonnie!" Brick sternly called out to her.

"A size six and made of cotton, I know Dad!" she snootily said to him, searching through the different styles on her own.

Shaking his head, Brick decided to return her mother's text:

Brick: Alright

Of course he got an instant reply:

Hoebo: See you on Friday night.

With a sigh, Brick put his phone back in his pocket and looked over at Bonnie who now had a cute looking pink basket in her hand filled with lots more underwear than he planned on purchasing today. He really should read up on getting kids out of the "wanting everything they saw" phase. Fatherhood truly was a journey with much to learn, especially with a daughter.

7:30 p.m at Brick's House…..

"Your second batch of cookies are finished, uncle Butch!" exclaimed a happy Bonnie with braided, pink bowed hair.

"Awesome," Butch, with his hair slicked back in one with a pink bow responded, putting on a oven mitt and took the cookies out to cool.

"Don't forget the milk!" Boomer with bowed up pigtails shouted to remind the two in the kitchen.

"We won't, uncle Boomer!" Bonnie happily exclaimed, taking the carton of milk from the fridge.

She flew over the dining room table and poured milk in everyone's pink and white tea cup, making sure that her father with the longest braided hair of them all, got his milk first.

"Thank you, Lady Bonnie," the two rowdyruffs formally said in usion.

Bonnie released a dazzling white smile, "Your very welcome!" she beamed out, now squealing at her uncle Butch placing cookies on everyone's plate.

Brick looked down at the hardest looking cookies ever.

Butch what the fuck?

"Yay! Tea party has begun! Dig in everyone!" Bonnie happily exclaimed picked up her cookie.

Brick and Boomer watched as Bonnie dipped her cookie in the milk and attempted to bite into it.

Bonnie's small teeth chomped down on the lightly wet cookie but it didn't seem to be chewable. She looked at her uncle Butch who smashed his cookie into pieces and poured it into his milk, eating it like cereal with a spoon.

Trying to to be open minded, Bonnie dipped the cookie in the milk for a longer period this time then brought it to her mouth again. Chomping down on the tiny crumble of cookie dust that went into her mouth.

"Mhmm," Bonnie weirdly said to herself, cracking Brick and Boomer up.

Skeptical of the cookie being edible, Bonnie clunked it on the table. She looked up at her cracking up father when it didn't break.

"Um, uncle Butch?" Bonnie started to say.

"Yeah, Bonnie?" Butch casually answered, eating his cookie cereal.

"Um," Bonnie hesitated, wondering if she might end up hurting her uncle's feelings.

"You say that honesty is the best policy, right?" Bonnie asked him for reassurance.

"Always, kiddo," Butch casually responded, placing a spoonful of cookie rocks into his mouth.

"Well…," Bonnie started again, looking at her dad who encouraged her speech with a nod. He had a smirk on his face though.

"What's wrong, you don't like the cookie?" Butch casually asked her, cracking Brick and Boomer up more.

Bonnie shrugged her uncertainty away, "Well to be blunt uncle Butch….I wouldn't even feed this to the neighbors cat!" she beamed out, sending Brick and Boomer into a fit of laughter.

"Harsh, not even Mr Whiskers?" Butch chuckled out.

Bonnie smiled brightly at her uncle, "You'd break all his teeth!" she beamed again, drawing tears from her father and uncle Boomer. She was roasting Butch's cookies and didn't even know it.

Cracking up himself, Butch tried to answer her, "I-I'll t-try f-for softer ones next time," he practically laughed out and Bonnie happily looked at him.

"It's ok uncle Butch you tried, on the bright side it could be a frisbee!" Bonnie exclaimed, sky rocketing a hard cookie through the kitchen window, thank God for her own sake, that it was open and not closed.

"Let's call it a night!" Brick suddenly announced on sight of Bonnie reaching for another cookie.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Drop a review and let me know what you think of the events that took place, xoxo. Also this story is strictly Blossom x Brick, Bubbles x Boomer and Buttercup x Butch.