Chapter 3: Hidden

Blossom had waited for an hour, just sitting on her bed and watching television. She was worried for Brick, wondering if he might have been found out. Her door opened, and Buttercup was standing there with her backpack over her shoulder. "Here's your homework," she said somewhat annoyed that her sister got to miss school for being sick. "Thanks… where's Bubbles? And I heard you had a monster problem today?" Blossom spoke in her strained voice, wondering what had happened today since she remembered the monster attack that had been mentioned to her when she had to go put out the fire.

"Bubbles had some extra credit thing to do. And it was nothing, just your usual two headed sea monster," Buttercup responded like it was an every day occurrence before walking away, going to her room. The siblings had gotten their own rooms a few months back when they thought they didn't have enough privacy. Blossom just sighed and went to work on her homework to pass time. After a few minutes, she heard the sound of a light knock at her door. To her relief, she saw Brick enter undetected, wearing the same hood and carrying a small white bag. "I got it," he said happily, giving her it. Blossom was glad for him to be safe, and not found out by the public. She picked up her prescription.

"What took you so long?" Blossom questioned, Brick taking off the hood and fixing the hat back on his head. She was just mentally hoping that he had a good reason. "I got lost…" Brick sheepishly admitted, looking to the floor. She could only feel bad for forgetting to tell him the exact directions to there. Blossom couldn't think more about it, though as she could hear someone coming upstairs, judging by the sound of feet tapping on the wood. "Quick, into the *cough* closet," Blossom ordered, confusing the boy. His amnesia was already a pretty jarring problem. She forced him into the closet, sliding the door close.

"Blossom, are you okay?" she heard the professors voice. She turned around to see him peeking into her room to check on her. "U-uh huh, professor. I just got- *cough, cough* my medicine…" Blossom replied. "Don't worry. You'll get better soon as long as you take it. I'll be in the basement if you need me," the professor nodded and reminded her, leaving her room. Blossom finally felt relaxed. It was making her rather paranoid to be hiding a wanted criminal inside her own house. "Can I come out now?" Brick asked. She nodded, opening the closet back up, Brick stepping out of it. "Can you help me now? I can't remember anything…" he claimed again, his head hurting. The only thing he knew was that she had told him they were great friends.

Blossom couldn't get a word out before going into a violent coughing fit. He just helped her back in bed, knowing she was just getting worse without her medicine. "Y-yeah, I'll tell you… would you do me a favour, and help me?" she responded weakly, wanting him to help take care of her since she was practically out of commission. Brick just nodded in agreement, taking the bottle of medicine from the bag. It was a clear colour. He took the small cap off the bottle and poured the medication into it. He then tilted the cap and let the medicine run and fall into Blossom's mouth while she lay in bed, tired from the long day. She swallowed it while looking at him. He was at least curious for more information about himself.

Blossom thought it over for a short few seconds. "W-well… we used to play a lot. You helped us deal with a few problems around town too," she lied, continuing her plan to corrupt his mind to be good while he had no memories. "Help…? How could I help? I don't have powers like you do…" Brick complained, only to be shushed quiet by her. She had to take another second of awkward silence to try and form her next sentence. "You have powers too. Not much different than mine," she continued to explain. This only added onto his confusion, though she had a slight twinge of guilt, knowing that the Chemical X on his hat would probably make his powers slightly weaker if he ever did remember how to use them.

From there on, Brick felt himself lost in his thoughts, but then he noticed a pink coloured handheld game device. Blossom was offering him it. "Why don't you play that? I'm gonna get some rest. And remember, if anyone comes inside, you hide," she told him before turning over on her bed, wanting to get some rest while hoping for the medicine to work fast. Brick was already lost in the fun of the Gameboy she had given him, though every now and then he found himself lost in a train of thoughts, trying to find out how to use his powers. So far he couldn't remember too well, but he was just hoping Blossom could help him with that as well.

Meanwhile, out in a remote cabin in the woods, the sound of ruffian voices echoed the area. "No way, Butch! I'm not doing it!" one boy shouted. He was in a dark blue shirt, with bright blonde hair to go with it. He was punched back into the wall by another boy. "Come on, Boomer, you love flying!" the other boy who was Butch retorted, wearing a darker green colour and sporting spiky black hair. The two were in a meaningless fight, the usual that they had. Butch received an uppercut in response. "I'm not going out there, Butch! I cleared out the Lumpkins family! You go find Brick!" Boomer barked back. They were after kicking someone entirely out of their home to take it over temporarily.

The two were the other members of the Rowdyruff Boys. They had noticed that their brother Brick had been gone for longer than he said he would. It was like he had vanished into thin air. After a short battle between the two, Butch panted, wiping some blood off his mouth from one of the many punches he had received to the face. "Fine… we'll just go rob a bank or two, and if he's not back by tomorrow, we search for him," Butch finally gave up in who was to go search for their practical leader. Boomer was glad that he didn't have to throw another punch, since he was getting sick of the same fight over and over.

End of Chapter 3

Authors note: Sorry if this is mainly filler.