Hi everyone! I'm so sorry this took so long for me to write; I hadn't realized it had been over two month since I last updated. I've mostly been writing ahead and proofreading old chapters, so I've been working on the story, just not posting anything… Anyway, here's that new chapter you've all been waiting for! Enjoy! ^^

Brick flew behind Blossom as she led the way. Buttercup was probably there by now; they were flying at a much more leisurely pace that usual. He was beginning to regret coming. He wasn't really too thrilled with flying to begin with, and the fact that he hadn't yet regained his powers in full didn't help; he was starting to feel lightheaded. Not only that, but Blossom seemed to be ignoring him just as she had before.

He glanced up to Blossom. She was flying away from him, so her face wasn't visible. Basically all he could see was her ginger hair fluttering in the wind. Wasn't she going to argue with him more?

He sighed in annoyance. She wasn't like this when they first met.

He thought back to when he'd brought her home after that dinosaur attack. When was that again… the day before yesterday? Two days ago?

Brick scowled to himself; he shouldn't have tried to prove himself to her last night. He'd gone about it the wrong way. He probably looked more frightening than anything, far from controlled. It was a stupid thing to do, looking back on it. What good did he think it would do anyway? How was that suppose to make Blossom act less… un-Blossom-like?

And why did it bother him? There was no reason for it to. So Blossom was having a quiet spell, so what? Why should how she feels matter to him?

Brick's grimace slowly vanished and his features smoothed. She obviously seemed to care what became of him; didn't he owe her the same at least? For a brief moment, Brick relished in the realization that he may not be arguing with Blossom nearly as much now that her mood has changed. Was he actually sad that she wasn't being quite so stubborn?

When he considered it, he actually thought he did. Whenever they argued he would dwell on it later, assuring himself that she was just being stubborn and stupid, but in actuality he enjoyed arguing to some extent. He was a leader after all; leaders argue. But why did he miss it now? Miss the disagreements, the clash of ideas he and Blossom often shared?

Brick grumbled to himself in irritation, noticing vaguely as they slowly descended. He followed quickly behind, landing in front of the store. Brick had been right; Buttercup was already there.

"Ugh, you guys took forever!" she complained.

Blossom shrugged, "Let's just grab Boomer and get out of here."

Buttercup rolled her eyes, "Yeah, whatever." She stomped up to the automatic door which took longer than she would have liked to open: all of two seconds. She flew in instantly. Blossom rolled her eyes and followed behind her at a slower pace while Brick entered on foot.

"Gees, where's Blondie?" Buttercup muttered as she flew past the aisles, taking only a fleeting glance down each before moving to the next. Though they'd already been checked, Brick chose to peek through the aisles as well. Honestly, he wasn't really sure why he bothered; if Boomer was in one of the aisles they had already passed he would have been in plain sight.

He had just come to the end of the bread aisle when something grabbed onto his arm and yanked him onto the floor, causing him to fall rather painfully on his butt. He was about to lash out blindly behind him at the person who had pulled him down, but their hands tugged him behind a nearby canned soup display.

"Shh!" she hushed him when he opened his mouth to protest, immediately pressing her hands over his mouth.

Brick head started to swim and his heart ached. He turned slowly to see Blossom sitting behind him, her hands sliding away from his face. He glanced past her to see Boomer curled up in the far corner. He opened his mouth to speak,

"Shut up!"

When Buttercup appeared behind him.

"What're yo-?"

"Just shut up, alright?" Buttercup snapped. She was squatting down in front of him, her hand pressed against the wall for balance. She spun around to glare at him, making sure he wouldn't speak again, before facing back towards the dairy section.

Brick shook his head in annoyance and turned to Blossom, lowering his voice to less than a whisper, "What's going on?"

But she didn't answer at first, pressing her lips together and curving her eyebrows down.

"Just answer," he huffed.

She opened her mouth to speak as Boomer spoke the answer, "Mojo's here."

Brick shut down.

Mojo? Here!

"Princess and Fuzzy too," Blossom added as she nodded in response to Boomer's statement.

At the sounds of her voice, the gears in Brick's head began to start up again, but the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Fuzzy?" What kinda name was Fuzzy?

"Would guys just shut up!" Buttercup whispered back harshly. Her fury turned to uneasiness for a moment as she glared back at them before returning to its original state. "And do something about Mr. Headlights!" she ordered, gesturing at Brick, "They're gonna see us with all that glowing."

Glowing?

Brick turned to Blossom and Boomer, only now realizing that they were very much illuminated for hiding in the shadows of a food display. He held his hand up to his face, watching the light from his eyes dance on his palm.

"Here we go," he heard Buttercup mutter before the room went dark as she wrapped something over his face.

"Buttercup! What're you doing!" He protested, fighting the instinct to elbow her in the stomach.

"Quit moving!" she complained as she fussed with his hat. He tensed, not trusting his hearing over his eyesight. It made him more nervous, more timid.

He was thankful when Blossom spoke, "Where did you get that blindfold?"

"It's not a blindfold. It's a rag I swiped it from a janitor when he walked by."

Brick knew she couldn't see his face anymore than he could see hers, but he glared in Buttercup's general direction anyway out of habit. He just barely heard his brother's almost inaudible giggle and turned in his direction, "Shut up."

He heard his brother huff before going silent. He felt so helpless, only hearing sounds and voices without being able to see from where or whom they originated from. He barely had the courage to speak, and chose not to for some time.

"We quit!"

Princess?

"You're on your own!"

…and a hillbilly?

"Blossom?" he whispered, grabbing her attention, "What's going on?" Who was that other voice yelling with Princess? And didn't they say Mojo was here? Brick hadn't heard him speak yet.

"Aw, come on guys. We were so close the first time. And just wait until you see my newest creations!"

Never mind.

Brick could feel as Blossom leaned closer to whisper the answer to his question. Unlike Buttercup and Boomer, he could always sense when Blossom moved.

"Princess and Fuzzy are arguing with Mojo. It sounds like we walked in on a Beat Alls family reunion."

"But we're missing one," Buttercup added.

Brick was curious, "Who?"

"Did I say you could talk yet?" Buttercup snapped.

A sigh; Brick turned back to Blossom. "Him's not here," she answered.

"Don't you mean 'he's' not here?" Boomer asked.

"No, she means 'Him' Boomer," Brick reassured.

"Oh…"

Buttercup scooted farther back behind the display, falling into both Brick's and Blossom's laps roughly. Brick was about to yell at her for her clumsiness, but a hand quickly covered him mouth again, his eyes burning.

"Does it look like we care?"

Princess.

Brick continually clenched and unclenched his jaw as another hand pressed against his still blindfolded eyes; the light must be penetration the rag and judging by the sound of her voice Princess was right next to them.

"But with their help we can rule over Townsville! They are the most powerful, most supreme, most-"

"Can it monkey boy!"

Brick tensed, they were getting closer.

There was the clatter of metal cans behind him and he felt the table his back was against rock slightly. He leaned forward, away from it, and the hand that had been covering his mouth vanished. He felt as Blossom's arm moved past his face to the stack of soup, and the shaking stopped. He was afraid to move, hunched over Buttercup who was still lying on her back in their laps and below Blossom who was steadying the display. Luckily Mojo and Princess didn't seem to notice the puffs' and ruffs' near catastrophe as they continued to argue though it.

"We quit Mojo! This was a stupid idea! Him was right to stay home! Come one Fuzzy, let's go"

The clanking of Princess's heels ended the conversation, becoming more and more distant as she neared the exit, followed only halfway by the clatter of Mojo's boots.

"Fine! Go! See if I care! I shall rule the world with my new sons, and no one will stop me!"

… silence…

"Sir, that'll be $5.50," a stuffy voice sounded from down the aisle.

"Hmm? Oh, yes, there you are."

… the sound of quarters and dimes…

… the "ka-ching" of the cash register opening…

"Here's your receipt."

Paper tearing…

"Thank you."

… clop, clop, clop…

The automatic door…

… clop, clop, clop…

The door closing…

And…

Done.

At the very instant the door shut, all four super powered kids let out exasperated sighs of relief and went limp. Buttercup sagged even farther to the floor and rolled completely into Blossom's lap as Brick fell sideways onto the floor and Blossom collapsed onto his side. Brick removed the blindfold to see that he was now facing Boomer who looked as though he would fall face first onto the floor with relief.

"That was close…" Blossom sighed between breathes; she had slowed her breathing just as Brick and the others had out of fear. All four were panting.

Brick grinned, rolling over onto his back as Blossom sat up and leaned against the wall. "No kidding," he said as he played with the makeshift blindfold. "I believe this is yours Buttercup," he muttered before tossing it towards her, landing over her face.

They laughed as Buttercup whipped it off of her head instantly, "Whatever."

Then, out of nowhere, the display of soup cans finally fell to the floor, scattering around them.

Each of them groaned in unison.

"You youngsters are cleaning that up," the man called from behind the counter and the group let out another, louder groan.

"Alright," Blossom sighed, "Sorry Mr. Looper,"

"It's Cooper!"

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