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The halls were quiet, despite the foot steps of Blossom's shoes, which put her at ease. She had been called up by her professor and he spoke about extra credit. He asked if she could grade some papers for him, and of course she accepted! Buttercup joked about him being lazy, but Blossom knows that her professor is also a nurse for the middle school, as well as a third grade teacher for a town over. This is the least she could do.

She wanders around the halls, searching for the lounge. It's hard to find anything with half the lights shut off. It's exciting and spooky, really. It's room 183, so it should be here on the first floor. After a while, she starts internally claiming herself as a protagonist for a horror film. The goosebumps on her arms and chest add to the dorky effect. When reaching the room, she rolls the credits and pulls out the key her professor happily trusted her with.

Blossom crosses the room, placing her bag and a few binders on the table. The binders, of course, are filled with references from her own papers as to compare to her colleagues. She sits down and picks up the manilla envelope left there for her care. However, the excitement that ran through her stifles when discovering that these papers are in fact not from her college classmates, rather from third graders a town over. It was either her Professor's mistake, or his intention. Blossom sighs while smiling a bit. A promise is a promise.

Jacob Gil, third-grader, does indeed not know what a marsupial is. Blossom circles his answer with a red pen- as she's done for the last fifteen papers. She didn't think she'd be grading every subject for this illiterate third grade class. Yet here she is, spending her night relearning material her Professor obviously doesn't know how to teach. It crosses her mind that she could pop in every once in a while and lecture him, as well as the class-

Blossom snaps her head around to see a young man picking up the professor's keys from the floor. She turns quickly in her seat, "Oh no, I'm sorry sir, this room is closed right now." She watches the keys get clutched by his hand. The light from the hall outlines his figure, as she prefered to have the lounge dimmed. His tough demeanor loosens as he awkwardly adjusts his bag strap.

"Sorry," he laughs lightly, "I needed to stop by for some papers. The door was open and I saw the keys here-" Blossom stands up, meeting him by the door way. She can see him much better now.

"Weird, thought I set those on the table." She nods to the one next to them, not buying his excuse. The man lifts the keys up to her face, dangling them.

"Might want to keep these safe." He drops them in Blossom's hands. He walks past her, leaving her already baffled by the small glimpse she caught. No one, and she means no one, has red eyes like those. And upon the thought, she may already have this man's identity.

"What'cha working on?" The man lifts a few papers up, destroying the neat pile she created. Blossom turns, locking her eyes on him.

"I'm actually grading papers." Was her mouth this dry before, or after she figured out who this jackass was? She joins him at the center table, fixing the small mess.

"Hmm," he eyes her once, making her shift uncomfortably. "Well, I should probably get what I came here for, right?" His words were coated in all sorts of signals that made Blossom go off the edge. If this guy is exactly who she expects, and if her memory serves her correctly, lying was always his best quality. It was practically a power all its own. She watches the man go to the shelves in the back of the room. With his back turned, she breathes steadily; preparing herself for the worst. She has to admit, it was pretty intelligent of him to catch her raw like this. No one's around, it's too late to care, and she was temporarily off guard. Not that it will affect her ability to kick his ass if he tries anything.

The man turns around, catching Blossom standing stiff. He puts his hands up, "Don't let me impose," he laughs. His smile sits wrong with her. It has naughty and inappropriate written all over it. He stuffs the papers into his bag, wrinkling them carelessly. Another thing to make Blossom cringe. He looks up, this time changing the lewd expression to concerned. "You okay over there?" he snaps his bag shut, running his fingers between the strap and his shoulder. He walks over to Blossom, looking upon her face as if he were examining it.

The Powerpuff tightens her grip on the chair, honestly wanting to sit down in it, or charge it right into his abdomen. "Probably just tired." She forces out. If he's ready to fight, he should do so while assuming she's down on her mark. Although the look she's giving him now, and the one he returns ever so perfectly, they both know how this situation will turn out.

"Well hey!" he lightens the entire atmosphere, "I've actually got nothin' planned, so maybe I can help you." He once again disturbs the neat pile's peace. He grabs one of the papers, beginning to look over it.

"Actually, that's not-" Blossom reaches out, then rebuilds her guard when his hand grips her forearm. What he would probably call flirting, Blossom labels as harassment.

"Nah, I get it. You want your space, I want my space. But the sooner you get this done, the sooner you can get out of here." The two of them form a dance as the Powerpuff attempts to retrieve her belongings. He smiles at their switch of positions. If he thinks for one second that her being trapped between him and a table will cause a change of events, he may want to rearrange those horrid thoughts. He gives up with a pout, sticking out his bottom lip. "Fine, fine. Guess you don't want to catch up." He sets the paper behind her, grazing his fingertips over her waist. Watching Blossom tense up was oh-so amusing! He flashes a smile, leaning into her face.

Blossom places hand on his chest, protesting. "Brick, I- you should probably leave-" the Rowdyruff's small laugh forced her words to jam. Brick smiled again, looking quite pleased with himself.

"So you do know who I am." He sets his hands on the table on either side of her. "Thought you were playing dumb for a moment there, but God knows you wouldn't stoop that low." His laugh invades her ears again. Something that used to be cute, has evolved into poison. Blossom licks her bottom lip, giving him all she's got in the form of a harmless glare. "Oh wow, that's adorable." He scrunches his nose, trying to imitate her.

"Don't." She stops him before he gets too ridiculous. "You're not being funny. And I know for a fact you don't even go to this school because I've never seen you on campus until now. And whatever you're doing that may seem like a joke, or harmless to you, can actually get you in a lot of-"

"Seven years really does change a person! It made you worse." Brick watches Blossom foil into this little machine of lectures and warnings and things he occasionally tries to avoid. He even steals a glance at his watch for dramatic emphasis. "Hey, hey!" He grabs her shoulders once he's had enough. He looks straight into her pink orbs. He slows the pace down, and breathes calmly for her benefit. "I'm not 'up to any trouble' or whatever," he slips his hands off her, placing them in the pocket of his sweatshirt, "I honestly did come here to get a few things. Well one thing. And I'm glad you're concerned about me," he smiles sincerely, "but I don't need you to tell me how to behave. I can handle myself. I'm a mature, well-mannered, organized- shit!"

Blossom's head falls backwards and her body slumps forward. Brick holds her up straight. He's actually relieved he didn't have to finish that sentence. It was filled with lies even he couldn't choke down. HIM said he would help, but he was expecting like mind-control or something, not more luggage for Brick to carry. The Rowdyruff sighs, picking the Powerpuff up. He slips one arm under her legs and the other behind her back, then makes his way through the halls. Once outside, he looks up at the sign Townsville Advanced Academic College. He smiles knowing if he should make any school puns, it's him giving himself and A plus for this kidnapping, but that might be a little too cheesy for him.

Brick lifts his feet off the asphalt. He holds Blossom tightly while zipping across the campus, leaving a red streak that hovers over Townsville.

Hope that was satisfactory, although it was very short.

Next is Bubbles and Boomer! If you can guess where they're going to meet, I'll mention you in the next chapter :)

Thanks for reading!