Just a short one here, because I need to think about the next bit. Oh yes, and MJ will be okay at the end. That's a promise.

5. Edward's wish

Super villains are always watching, always planning, and always waiting for their next opportunity.

Or so says the propaganda leaflet. In reality, super villains spend most of their time nursing headaches, and wishing they'd followed their dream of being a film critic.

But there are always exceptions to anything. On such exception was watching MJ very closely. And what he saw encouraged him.

"Oh yes," him simmered gleefully, "you stupid puffs are mine at last."

MJ made her way into school alone. The bus arrived on time, and MJ set off round the corner. She may have been depressed and guilt ridden, but at least she didn't have to fear, like she normally did.

Of course, she was wrong. There was a large crowd of kids waiting, and before she knew it, it had enveloped her. She glanced around, and realised she was in big trouble. All of them were from George and Nick's class, and they were not looking happy.

"Your going to pay for what happened yesterday," one of them said menacingly, and as the rest began to chant, a couple of them closed in on her.

"What's wrong Blossom," asked Buttercup. Blossom looked up from her desk.

"Eh?" she said.

"You look even more depressed then normal. Trouble at home?"

"Why do you always ask that when I look depressed?"

Buttercup sat down next to her. "Come on Blossom, tell me what the problem is." Blossom sighed, but she did talk.

"MJ was getting bullied at school and Edward beat them up and he's got suspended for it and me and Eddy had a huge row about it."

"Huh," said Buttercup, "trust him to come down against his own son." Blossom said nothing. Buttercup suddenly looked at her, gaped for a moment, and then steadied herself. "It's like you to as well though."

"What?"

"To come down on the side of the authority figure," Buttercup said calmly. "You know, defending the government, the police, the school…"

"LESS CHAT MORE WORK!" Sonic shouted from the office behind.

"… him," Buttercup gestured behind her. Blossom looked stung.

"I don't want my son to grow up to be a mindless thug, who can only settle his problems through violence."

"Isn't that his decision?" suggested Buttercup. "Stop worrying so much about your kid's future, by trying to restrict them so much, you're stifling them and stopping them from developing vital life skills."

"Oh, so one moment I'm not paying enough attention to my kids, the next I'm over mothering them?"

"Just think about it, okay." Buttercup left. Blossom slumped at the desk, but she had a feeling Buttercup was right. She often was about those sorts of things. She'll make a great parent, Blossom thought. One day.

Edward wondered back up to the desk, he was still looking around awkwardly. Blossom sighed. She could hardly have left him home alone, but she wished Eddy could have taken him. Health and safety rules at Eddy's work had prevented that.

"Can you address these envelopes for me dear?" she asked him. Edward merely nodded, and sat down opposite her to start, without saying a word. He'd been like that all day. Blossom finally gave up.

"I'm sorry about yesterday Edward," she said, "I was just shocked and upset. Can you forgive me?"

Edward looked up. "Okay mum," he said, and gave her a brief smile. Blossom relaxed slightly. She hoped Eddy would be that easy to sort.

Her son was looking round the room again, at all the superheroes. "I'm glad I'm not one of them," he said.

"Really, why?"

"Because I want to be a racing driver mum," Edward said, sounding happy again, "and they don't allow mutants to compete in most sports."

Blossom froze. Oh shit, she thought.

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