As some of you may have guessed, I'm a bit of a cynic. This chapter will probably confirm it. Oh, and I don't know Eddy's (and therefore Blossom's) surname, so I've made it up.

4. Life's Not Fair

Blossom downed the coffee, taking advantage of her superpowers to avoid getting badly burnt. She needed all the energy she could get, as the hard part of the day was about to begin. The morning superheroing was over, it was now paperwork and…

"Check book," was the single word that came buzzing though the intercom, as she just reached her desk. Quietly cursing snooty hedgehogs, she pushed open the door.

To her relief, Sonic wasn't alone. He had Spiderman with him, and as a result managed a smile for Blossom, even if it was the sort of smile a boss uses for a secretary.

"Thank you," he said, taking the company check book from Blossom. He rested it on his knees (as his feet were on his desk,) and scribbled a check. "Right, take this to the bank, that should give you the money to pay the ransom.

"Thank you Sonic, thank you!" said Spiderman hurriedly, before leaving.

"Don't forget to change out of the costume!" Sonic bellowed after him, before lowering his tones; "well, that's that sorted."

"How much was the ransom?" asked Blossom. Sonic shot her a dirty look.

"Fifty thousand pounds…"

"Dollars"

"… dollars, why, what's it to you?"

"Nothing, I just need to put it on the accounts."

"Oh no you don't," Sonic wagged his finger at her, "I'm not having the government and press on our back about us looking after our own with taxpayer's money, don't put it on the accounts. You got that?"

"I'm not criticising your decision, it's great that you chose to help Parker and his Wife, but I have to put it in the accounts Sonic. We have to tell them everything we spend money on."

Sonic lent back further on his chair, and laughed slightly to himself. "Blossom," he said calmly and cuttingly, "lets not get on to the 'I should tell the truth' argument, because you know it will end with me reminding you that you don't want me to tell THE truth, okay?" Blossom tried not look as furious as she was feeling.

"Yes Sonic," she said steadily.

"Good. Go."

Blossom had barely got back to her desk, when the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Mrs Panner?"

"Yes, speaking."

"Hello. This is Mrs Holfeild, the Headmistress of Townsville Elementary School. We need you to come into school now, as we have had a problem with your son."

By the time Blossom had arrived, a "discussion" had already been going on for a while between Eddy and Mrs Holfeild, so much so, that as she approached the room, Blossom felt rather irrelevant. So she waited outside, and listened in.

"The point is, Mr Panner," Mrs Holfeild said hotly "is that your son attacked and beat up two children that were two years younger then him!"

"They were two years older than MJ," Eddy was on his feet and leaning over the desk, "I think that's the point."

"I have told you before, we are not discussing MJ right now."

"Why? Because it exposes the school as incompetent by not spotting this persistent bulling? Is it embarrassing for you?"

"It is not the schools fault that your daughter doesn't bruise, or that she didn't feel that she could tell her parents about it!"

"Are you calling me a bad parent?"

"No, but your household is hardly an ideal place for children to be brought up, consider their mother…"

Blossom seethed with anger outside, but Eddy, unaware of her presence, spoke for her.

"Oh, so it's like that is it? That explains a lot."

"I am not anti mutant Mr Panner," the head teacher's voice showed stress for the first time.

"I didn't say that you were. But can you explain why the parents of those monsters who bullied my daughter are not being called to heel? Is it because they are on the PTA? Or is it because they haven't spent there life helping people but helping themselves to become stupidly rich!"

"They are currently at the hospital with there children Mr Panner."

Blossom winced throughout the awkward silence. Eddy had had the floor whipped from beneath his feet.

"Ahh," was all he managed.

"I will be suspending Edward from school till after a governors meeting to discuss his conduct. We will also be discussing whether it is wise to have your 'type' in our schools, especially if they are not aware of there potential."

Eddy said a few more words, before striding out, bumping straight into Blossom.

"Blossom! Where you listening to that?" he said surprised. She nodded, trying to contain her angry at the situation.

"Yes," she said. Eddy sighed.

"Sorry," he said, before muttering, "fucking school," under his breath. He looked at Blossom again. "Let's just get Edward home, and go from there." Blossom nodded.

"But we do need to talk to him," she said, "however much this is the schools problem, he should have showed a bit of restraint."

"I don't get what you're saying, you wanted me to let them hurt her?" Edward was sat at the far end of the table, staring at his mother and father.

"No of course not," said Blossom tetchily, "but you didn't need to beat them so badly."

"I barely touched them. Anyway, they'd hurt MJ like that. They deserved it!"

"Yes, but justice doesn't work like that," Blossom tried to explain. "It looks from some angles that you where as bad as they were."

"Which angle, yours?" Edward said defiantly. Eddy sniggered slightly, he was now being most unhelpful.

"You can't take the law into your own hands like that!" Blossom said. "You've got to responsible for your own actions, and you can't hide behind circumstances. Nearly killing those two kids was not the only way to help MJ."

"It was the most effective way!"

"At the expense of your whole future! If this goes on your permanent record…"

"You don't understand!" shouted Edward suddenly. "You've spent your whole life fiddling with paper behind a desk! Bubbles and Buttercup would understand! And I don't even like them… till now!"

He stormed out, leaving Blossom very shaken. She turned to Eddy.

"Fat use you where," she said.

"I'm not going to help you be a hypocrite. He was right."

"I'm trying to bring them up to be better then me, do you want him to grow up to be a thug?"

"Hey, this is your fault!" Eddy snapped back. "If he knew who he was, he'd not have hit them that hard. He thinks he 'barely touched them' because he thinks he's NORMAL!"

"Oh shut up! I don't need you undermining my authority in front of the kids."

"Most defiantly, cause you do that perfectly well you self! Did you here what he said? He respects your sisters more then you, and he loathes them!"

"Like you I suppose?"

"This is not about you or me Blossom!"

"Oh really, you just said it was my fault!"

"Well it is…"

As they agued, neither relised that they'd neglected to talk to one person. Upstairs, MJ sat quietly in her room. She could here the sounds of Edward taking out some aggression on a racing game (one of his many), and her parents now almost screaming at each other down stairs. She could only think of one reason for this chaos. Her.

If she'd been able to sort out her own problems, none of this would ever have happened, she thought. More then ever before, she wished she had superpowers.

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