Some Girls II: Say What?
by Ang Griffen
November 2004
Disclaimers: DC's, sucka.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: The team reacts.
Ratings Note: PG-13
"You did what to my what?" Beatriz was seething mad; it was not a side of her personality with which Booster was unfamiliar, but that didn't make it precisely comfortable.
"There was this villain, and we chased him into your room"
"Why did you have to pick my room?"
"It was the closest."
Bea crouched down and picked up what had once been a bra primly between her thumb and forefinger. "Oh ew. It's got bad guy goo on it."
"It's totally Ted's fault," Booster blurted out.
Bea looked up at Booster from where she crouched on the floor and arched her brow. "Somehow, I don't think you're exactly innocent either. You two'd better replace this."
"We could take you shopping," Booster offered.
Her brow only arched higher. "After seeing what you two did to lingerie the last time you got anywhere near any," she began, pointedly holding up her dripping, grey-green bra, "that is not happening."
"Well, then I retract my offer."
"You can make the check out to Beatriz DaCosta," she said, dropping her bra with a soggy splat and standing back up.
"Wha-"
As she walked past Booster, she wiped her hand off on his shoulder. "It better not bounce."
Maxima cracked open one eye, saw Booster and Beetle and promptly closed it again.
"We thought you should know," Beetle offered.
"This must be very exciting for you," she said dispassionately, and resumed whatever weird meditative thing she'd been doing.
"Too bad for you, Beetle. I don't think she swings your way," Booster said.
Beetle gave him a friendly elbow in the side.
"Got some junk in the trunk, there! Haw!" Guy exclaimed after he'd stopped laughing.
Guy's palm had barely connected with Beetle's ass before Beetle turned, hands at Guy's chest, and shoved him up against the nearest wall.
"Look, Ted, I know I'm irresistible, but"
"I swear to God, Gardner. If you ever pull that shit with me again I will sue your ass for sexual harrassment so fast," Beetle said, voice low with fury.
Guy held up his hands in mock defeat, "Okay, Ted. Fine. Fine." His mouth was still curled in a cruel smirk.
"And it's Beetle."
"Right, whatever."
Beetle shoved Guy once more before pulling back and walking off, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
"...Bitch."
"Well, I think you two look nice," Tora said with a smile as she closed her book, and rested it in her lap.
"Er, thanks," Beetle said.
She looked over at Booster. "And don't worry about Bea. She'll calm down."
Booster managed a weak smile in return, ignoring the question on Beetle's face.
"Your bodies have been altered," Bloodwynd said before they'd even fully opened his door.
"Uh. Yeah," Booster said.
"I know we haven't been good friends, and that you don't know us very well, but"
Bloodwynd cut Beetle off, "If you wish for your masculine bodies to be returned, I shall see what I may do to assist you."
"That would be really... really great," Beetle said.
"However, I do ask for a favor in return."
Booster and Beetle shared a glance. "Yeah?"
"Please cease your invasion of my privacy. I have told you all it is necessary for you to know about myself."
Beetle twitched.
Superman didn't bother to turn around, but his hands clenched the table before him just a little bit tighter.
"We talked to Bloodwynd and everything, and he says he thinks he can change us back," Beetle said.
"He just thinks it might take some time," Booster added.
"But don't worry about it, we're totally on top of this one."
"Yeah! Nothing's actually wrong. I mean, Beetle's gotta train a little to get used to the new body and all, but"
Superman's grip on the table loosened, and Beetle and Booster let out a collective sigh of relief. At least, until Superman's hands carefully cradled his head and inhaled deeply.
"So we'll just, uh. Be over there."
"In our rooms," Booster specified.
"You know where to find us."
"If you need us."
"Bye."
And they scurried out of the room.
