Just a heads up, I've never tried out for track, so I don't know how those tryouts actually work. So this is really just my imagination and guesswork here.


Brick flew slowly to school, dreading another boring day. He landed at the back of school, and was dusting off his clothes, when one of the last voices he wanted to hear called to him, "Hey, don't think you're getting away this time!" Brick turned around to face Blossom, who to Brick's disgust, was still wearing that obnoxiously large red bow.

"What?" Brick replied impatiently, eager to just get the conversation over with.

"I want an answer! What are you doing back here?"

"Oh my God! Are you stupid? I fucking told you! I'm just going to school here! I haven't even done anything bad!"

"Except steal a man's coffee," interrupted Bubbles, suddenly appearing behind him. Fuck. This was embarrassing. After she totally made a fool out of him, Brick didn't really want to face her.

"And nothing else. You can't hold anything against me. Now, if you're done wasting my time, I'm leaving," Brick snapped at them as he stomped away. Brick made his way through the halls to his next class, anger emanating from him in waves that forced students to create a path for him.

Suddenly a poster caught Brick's attention. "Track tryouts today after school! Come on out to the field!" Track huh? Brick was a great runner– fastest than his brothers. Maybe a sport would make things at this dreary school a bit better. And he'd be able to show these idiots at this school what real running looked like.

It was this single thought that helped make this day more bearable for Brick. When school ended, Brick made his way toward the track field. He noticed a few other sports practicing, and after taking a look at their plays, decided that he could do better at any sport than any of these normal people could. Next to the track tryouts were a group of cheerleaders practicing their routine.

"Sam, do you think you could jump just a second later? Then your timing will be perfect with Jenny's. And Jane, don't forget to kick higher, okay? Cindy, good job on the cartwheel! That's exactly how I'd imagined it." Brick recognized that voice. It was the Blue Powerpuff, wearing a cheerleading outfit that emphasized her slim, toned legs. She seemed to be the cheer captain, though she was very soft and kind in her criticisms, preferring to give compliments and positive feedback. As the girls began their routine, Brick's attention was captured by Bubbles. Her moves were very smooth and fluid, reflecting her long hours of practice, and yet they were firm and confident. Brick could even see her huge smile, really befitting for a cheer cartwheeled and backflipped here and there, eventually propelling herself to the top of the pyramid as the routine ended. "Girls! That was amazing! We are so ready for the competition!" her praising voice rang out, as the girls cheered.

Brick suddenly realized that he had been staring stupidly at her. He shook his head a bit and sped up toward the track field. Brick estimated about 50 boys trying out, but he wasn't intimidated. Brick knew he was faster than any of these chumps.

"Settle down!" the coach yelled over the noise. "Now, each of you is here because you want to make it on to the track team. Not all of you will however. It might be because you're slow, you're lazy, you're stupid, or you just piss me off. I will decide whether you're cut for varsity, JV, or frosh. And if you disagree with me, then get the fuck out of my face. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded silently. "Today we'll have tryouts for the 100m, 200m, 400m, 800m, 1500m, and 100m hurdles. If you're not here to try out for those, I'll see you tomorrow." About a third of the students left.

Brick hadn't thought about what he wanted to try out for. 100m probably. 400m? Sure, why not? Hurdles? That'd be pretty easy too. Brick walked over to the sign up line, and after seeing how long it was, decided that he didn't like waiting, so he slipped into the front of the line.

"Hey you can't just–" the boy behind him began to object, but, after a glare from Brick, shut up.

"You there! I don't tolerate behavior like that," the coach had seen Brick and was now walking toward him.

"Well then, you should get used to it," Brick smirked and wrote his name on the list.

"Why don't you take you and your cheeky attitude and get the fuck off my field!" the coach bellowed.

"Whoa! Calm down old man!" Brick laughed. "I haven't been able to show off my extraordinary skills yet."

"You could run like a cheetah and I still wouldn't let you on the team."

"Really coach? You only say that because you think I can't actually run as fast as a cheetah." Brick grinned. "How 'bout this? You can kick me off and give me a month of detention if you want– after I run."

"You got that much confidence in yourself? Fine. But if I see anything below extraordinarily exceptional, mark my words, you'll be spending more than just a month in detention."

"Done deal." Brick grinned to himself as he made his way to the 100m line. The other students were slowly gathering around, obviously anticipating a good show. They were going to get a good show all right– it was time to show these slowpokes that Brick was the definition of speed. Brick crouched down, ready to run. He cleared his mind and focused on the finish line. He could see the guy on the other side, making hand motions of ready…set…go!

Brick pushed off with such force that the boys behind him staggered back. He sped to the other side, taking quick, long strides. His feet touched the ground so few times that he was almost flying. In a quick 10.1 seconds, Brick was at the other side. "Damn!" he muttered after seeing the time. "Too slow. I knew I should've worn my other shoes today."

Brick looked up, and a huge smile spread across his face. The crowd had moved toward them, and exclamations of shock, praise, and disbelief could be heard. The coach was gaping at him, completely dumbfounded. "You're- you're barely panting," the coach said.

"Yeah, so?"

"You just ran a 100m in 10.1 and you don't even look tired."

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious." This time, the coach didn't even bother to reprimand Brick for his snarky attitude.

"And this isn't your fastest?" the coach asked eagerly. "You can run faster than this?"

"I just need my other shoes."

"Welcome to the team Brick! Oh we're so winning this year! Hahaha Sterling is going down! Yes yes, Caulfield'll never know what hit him! We'll see who's laughing now!" the coach mumbled to himself, laughing maniacally. Brick ran his hand through his hair. All in a day's work.

While the coach was busy writing his award acceptance speech for when his team would beat Sterling, the neighboring school, many of the other students approached Brick.

"Hey man! That was amazing!"

"Yeah I've never seen anyone run that fast!"

"Welcome to the team man!"

"Are you sure you weren't flying?"

"It wasn't that amazing!"

"Oh shut up! You're just jealous."

"Dude you gotta teach me!"

The commotion drew the attention of the other sports teams. As more students heard the news, they threw out more compliments and congratulations. A few of the other teams even tried to recruit him, begging him to try out for tennis, volleyball, and swimming among a few others. Brick pretended he was considering their offers, but he was really just enjoying basking in his newfound glory. As tryouts continued, Brick ran the 400 and hurdles just to please the people– he already had a secured spot on the team. When the other students ran alongside Brick, even those who were considered fast looked like slowpokes. And Brick didn't even look like he was trying– and he wasn't.

After tryouts ended, Brick was showered with even more praises. The cheerleaders had come over after hearing the news. Many of the girls flocked to his side, batting their lashes and admiring his abilities.

"Wow Brick. I don't much about track, but you're really fast," one girl named Cindy or something complimented him. Brick figured she didn't know much about anything else either.

"Brick, for a runner, you have really nice arms," said another girl, as she leaned her head against his arm.

"Thanks. I try to keep an overall good shape, you know," he said casually.

"Well you're doing a great job," a third girl looked him over lustfully. Ew. She was far from hot.

"Girls, practice isn't over," the cheer captain reminded them as she walked over. The girls whined, begging for an extended break. "Brick, I'd appreciate it if you didn't distract my girls."

"Sorry, can't help it if I just naturally attract the ladies," Brick replied as the other girls giggled.

"I'm amazed you can run that fast supporting an ego as large as yours," she smiled innocently before forcefully ushering the girls back to practice.

What the…? Brick was slightly confused. From what Brick remembered, she was supposed to be the nice, kind, happy Powerpuff. Wasn't she the "everything nice" part of all her sisters? When did she get that sassy attitude and learn to actually toss out an insult?

Well that's one thing that's changed.


Brick comes out to be a real egotistical and sometimes hot headed jerk here. I hope he gets better :(