I forgot to mention this at the start of the story; I do not own any of the characters in this story, except Edward and MJ. But feel free to use them.
2. LosingYourMind
Having woken up twice more during the night, Blossom was tried when she arrived at work. As she walked to her desk, most of the heroes she passed saluted her, or at least looked respectful. The joy's of leadership, she thought to her self. Everything seemed different now.
Well, almost everything. For a start, she was still using the same desk. And secondly, the mountains of paperwork hadn't disappeared yet. She was just sitting down to do it, when Buttercup walked in.
"Hi, Blossom," she said cheerfully, "I have a report from this morning's shift." Blossom had been about to reprimand Buttercup for not knocking before entering, when she realised what her sister had just said.
"You've written a report?"
"Don't sound so surprised!" Buttercup said huffily. Blossom turned round and pulled a file out of a cabinet. She blew the dust off it.
"According to this, the last time you filed a report was ten years ago."
"Alright," Buttercup admitted, "maybe I'm turning over a new leaf."
Blossom took the report from she and skim read it. "Or you just want to gloat," she said.
"Hey, I think that five separate incidents in four hours is something worth recording."
"All foiled individually," Blossom looked up. "Where was Bubbles during all this? She's supposed to be working with you."
"Yeah, but we decided to split the patrol route between us so we could cover it in more detail."
Blossom looked disapprovingly at her. "You patrol in pairs for a reason. If something happened to one of you, how are you supposed to get help?"
"We have radios."
"Any self respecting super villain always takes out the radio first," Blossom said tautly, "I would lecture you further, but I have too much paper work to do." She filed the report.
"Say, have you chosen a new second in-command yet," asked Buttercup. Blossom clicked for a moment.
"You asked that awfully keenly for someone who turned it down."
"Yeah, but I don't want to be stuck doing paperwork all my life. I just wanted to know who would."
"Bubbles turned it down too, so I don't know who I'm going to appoint." She chuckled to her self. "I'm disappointed in you and Bubbles, I would have thought at least one of you would have leapt at the chance to boss the other around!"
"Talking about bossing," Buttercup leaned across the desk, "why haven't you moved into Sonic's office yet? It's been a month."
Blossom shifted slightly. "I can't stand the smell," she replied. Buttercup nodded in an "I don't believe you" sort of way, before leaving Blossom to work. But instead of getting on the Pink Puff drifted off into her own thoughts.
She'd told Buttercup the truth. The Smell of Sonic's sneakers that lingered in the office was the reason she hadn't moved in yet. It reminded her of those old meetings, in which the blue hedgehog would belittle her and not listen to anything she said. Those had been horrible times, and through it all he'd been silently blackmailing her, with the threat of revelling that she'd killed Superman.
Or had he. Maybe not, he'd never actually said it. And it was Sonic who'd given her this chance anyway, by inventing the lie. For someone on the run himself, he'd taken a huge personal risk. On top of that, he'd been different when she'd been hiding him in the basement. He'd been… no, nice wasn't the word… civil, entertaining even. They'd got on quite well. And he hadn't appealed to anyone else for help, just to her.
Did they understand each other? Blossom was fairly sure she understood Sonic, but this didn't please her, for she didn't understand her self. What was she doing? Was this life any good at all? Would it have been better if Sonic hadn't covered for her? Probably for him it would have been, but Blossom didn't know about herself. When she wasn't thinking about the guilt, it seemed good. It was only on reflection that it was bad.
Maybe she should distract herself more. An opportunity arose when Boomer through leaned through the entrance to her cubical.
"Err… there's a fight taking place out here," he said nervously. Blossom sighed, and flew up to look over the top of the cubical. Sure enough, it looked like Wolverine and Cyclops were having a fairly violent "disagreement." A ring of spectators had gathered to watch. Blossom quietly wondered out of her office and approached the battled ground. She stopped just behind the spectators, and just stood there for a moment, making sure that no one had noticed her, before bellowing at the top of her voice;
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?"
It had the desired affect. The spectators nearly hit the ceiling in surprise, while the two brawling heroes actually stopped. Blossom moved in.
"You two are pathetic," she said, shaking her head.
"HE…"
"I don't care. I shouldn't have to be here to make sure that two of our members can settle a dispute without trying to kill each other!" She turned to everyone in the room. "We are the best in the world at saving the world. The reason we're the best is because no else tries. Don't let that be the only reason."
And with that she headed back to her office.
A tall, green skinned figure was leaning on the wall just outside. "That was good," he said. "The authority of Sonic and the passion for the job of Superman. You'll make a good leader."
"Thanks Piccalo," Blossom said. The Nammak (another alien, thought Blossom, most of the SSR members seemed to be aliens,) nodded ad walked slowly away. Blossom went calmly into her office and sat down. Then it hit her. She'd been responsible for the death of both the previous leaders of the SSR! She'd murdered her way to the top! Sure, Sonic probably wasn't dead yet, but it wouldn't be too long, and she'd actually physically killed Superman. She looked at her hands. They were covered with blood, running down her arms. She tried to wipe it off, but it wouldn't come off.
"Am I going mad?" she whispered fearfully. The blood looked just like it had when she'd killed Superman. The memories of her punches came back, along with Brick's screams…
Blossom smacked her head against the desk. She looked at her hands. They were still bloody. So she hit it again and again and…
"Am I interrupting something?" said an emotionless voice. Blossom looked up. Raven was standing in the door way. Blossom thought for a moment. She settled for a Sonic style response.
"What do you want?" she asked tetchily.
Okay, thanks for reading. Please review. The chapters will get longer, I promise.
