10. What do you know?

Boomer stood in science for a while after Blossom had finished speaking. She was just pleased she'd got through in without breaking down. But his lack of response was concerning her.

"I'm sorry," she said eventually. Boomer shrugged.

"That's fine," he said, "but how come you lie about it? Why isn't that the official story?" Boomer was hiding his shock behind the question.

"What? If I admitted I'd killed Superman, I would have been executed by now."

Boomer turned to face her. "Yeah, probably best not to go shouting that around." He laughed slightly, which defused some of the tension. "So you killed Super?" he was still chuckling, "if you a super villain, you'd be the greatest ever!"

"I don't think it's funny," Blossom said indignantly, "that was the worst moment of my life, and your brother died!"

"I know," Boomer fell to his knees in hysterics, "but I'm so happy! I…heeehee… I mean I can marry now… with no bad feelings. Heehaheha!"

Blossom sighed and left him to it. Once Boomer had composed himself though, she said what she feared he'd say.

"Who else knows, because I think Butch ort to…"

Eddy had been expecting the worst. Blackmail, mockery, or just plain telling Blossom. But instead, he was looking at a contract.

"Okay, so can I check this…? I buy 100 second hand cars from you, with the company money…"

"Yep," Butch nodded.

"… and then you loan me the money to pay off my debts?"

"Not quite," Butch corrected, "I give you the money." Eddy looked confused.

"How can you afford this?" he asked.

"Let's just say that if you gave me a penny, I'd still make a profit."

"Great!" Eddy seized a pen to sign. "And this is all 100 legal, right?" Butch just looked at the floor. "90 Legal?" The Green ruff's eyes revolved to the ceiling. Eddy paused.

"I can convince Blossom its legal?"

"Oh yes Eddy" Butch nodded enthusiastically.

"Great!" however he was hardly past signing when Boomer entered.

"Err, Butch, Blossom wants to tell you something."

"You're talking to Blossom, that's gre… Wait, what does she want to tell me?"

"Ummm, about fifteen years ago."

Butch went rigid, and turned look at Eddy.

"You could look surprised," Eddy suggested, worriedly but Butch shook his head.

"I can't act."

"What? Why should you look surprised," Boomer's brain had worked to hard recently. Butch wiped his brow.

"I already know," he said.

"How do you know?" Blossom was shocked. Butch shrugged, but Eddy mumbled the answer under his breath.

"I told him."

Blossom's voice fell to a terrifying whisper; "you did what?"

"I told him," Eddy spoke slightly louder now, but not much. Butch glanced around.

"Hey," he said suddenly, "I think I hear Buttercup calling, I'll go see what she wants, right?" and he and Boomer scurried off.

Blossom and Eddy stood in silence for a while.

"Why?" she eventually said. Eddy blinked.

"I had to…"

"Had to tell him my darkest secret!"

"It was… I was… I mean…"

"I told you that in confidence! Anyone else you've shared it with!"

"No, I, I can explain, I mean… GIANT ROBOT!"

"What?" Blossom swung round, and to her great surprise, saw one. "Ah crap, it's Mojo! We'll finish this latter!" she shouted at Eddy, as he scurried for safety.

"Ah, Blossom," Mojo began. "For you it is the end! That is, the end it is for you as you will soon have no more for you, there by making it the end as there is nothing following, succeeding or otherwise coming after it, there by making it the end by definition, so as you can plainly see, hear and understand, it is the end by the parameters I described just now."

"Ah good, he's on time… I mean, Mojo?" Buttercup had arrived outside. Blossom turned to her, Bubbles, Boomer and Butch."

"You lot got this?" she asked. Buttercup nodded.

"You leave this to the professionals," she laughed, and the four of them shot off.

Blossom stood there, a safe distance back, trying to ignore the damage being done to the garden. She tried to focus on how angry she was with Eddy, but she couldn't help being drawn towards the fight, especially since it was going so badly.

Before she could stop get self, Blossom found her self working out what was going wrong. I wasn't hard. They couldn't even dent Mojo's armour, but that wasn't the main issue. Blossom could hardly believe how badly organised they were. The only tactic seemed to be to throw themselves at the nearest part of the robot, and hit it. All this appeared to be achieving was getting Buttercup and Butch frustrated and giving Bubbles and Boomer a headache.

That's what you get for putting Buttercup in charge, she thought. Now if I was doing it…

A lazar beam from the robot left a sizable creator where Blossom had been. The reason she was not part of it was because she'd been bundled away by a blue streak, and it wasn't Bubbles or Boomer.

"Sonic?" she said, picking her self up.

"What." He brushed his hands off carefully, paying as little attention to her as if she'd been in the office. "Glad to see me."

"Don't flatter your self," Blossom responded with (nowadays) uncharacteristic confidence, "but now you're hear, you can sort out the shambles that is my relatives fighting technique!"

Sonic looked up at the battle overhead, and then for once, gave Blossom his full attention.

"My dear Blossom," he said dryly, "I'm only here because I hate robots. That's my field. Leading yours sisters and their spouses, that is yours…"

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