A.N. heya, so i'm still looking for ideas for the title of the story, I love the reviews and would love to see some more, im still early into this fiction, my past writings should show I like doing long stories and avoid short one shots, unless I really like the idea. So if your sticking around we got a bit of story left, so I would love to see some reviews and private messages. So would you kindly read and review.

The Quiet

The fly back from the monster attack was a quiet one. Buttercup was mumbling frustrations under her breath that it was the boys who beat the monster. Bubbles, being the loving spirit she is, was flying without a care. The people and animals were safe, and any buildings could be repaired. Blossom was a mix of both. Looking back at the image of Butch freaking out about the people celebrating their victory, and Boomer being surrounded by a bunch of teenage girls like he was a pop star, faded as she looked into the eyes of Brick.

He looked older, his muscles had clear definition, but weren't bulky, his long hair matted by slime from the beast was frayed, but what struck her was the deep crimson red his eyes had. He looked like he never slept with having dark rings around his eyes, and it made his eyes pop out even more. He floated to the top and stared her down with so much hatred and contempt, that it shook her to the core.

She didn't fully know why his eyes were as hateful then as they were. Earlier when they reunited his eyes had a spark of life and enjoyment to them. They seemed light and full of life, but once they beat the creature, all life and light was completely gone. She thought he was ready to keep fighting and was worried his grudge would overtake him and start a fight with them right there. Alas she felt relief as he scoffed and took his brothers away.

"Earth to Blossom!" Buttercup roared coming up behind her sister. "We just flew over our house!" She commented catching up to her sister. She noticed Blossom seemed a little spaced out, but didn't think anything about it until she kept flying level when they descended to their home.

"Oh, sorry." Blossom half chuckled, "Just an unpredictable day."

"Tell me about it," She said folding her arms as they floated down to their house. "Could you believe that they had a single ounce of good in them."

Bubbles had been waiting by the door when she spoke, "Can you really even say that? They claimed the whole reason they fought the monster was because it ruined their house."

"Yeah your right." Buttercup mused as they walked in the front door, "So I guess it even then it was just a selfish act."

"I wouldn't discredit Buttercup," Blossom interjected, "Beyond motive, they still did something good for the city." She lectured as she fell back on the living room sofa.

"So when do we go after them and lock them back up?" Buttercup inquired.

"We don't, they were released by the law. We don't do anything until they do." Blossom sighed.

"How do you know that?" Bubbles said, walking back from the closet with a towel in hands.

"Yeah you said they were released two years ago. How did you know that?"

Blossom sighed, "I only found out during the fight when the monster sent me through three buildings." She clarified and began recounting her reunion with Brick.

"I noticed you were gone a little longer than you should have been." Buttercup chuckled.

"Yeah then I told him to enjoy his wiener and flew off to rejoin you." Blossom finished.

Bubbles chuckled, "Wow even the strict by the book Blossom can crack a dirty joke once in a while."

"Hey! I can be funny I just think dirty humor is beneath me." She chided back. As her blue sister ascended the stairs to clean up. Buttercup just landed on the sofa next to her sister and turned on the TV to her monster truck rally.

"You really think they were just released two years ago, and managed to avoid us for that long?"

"He said they were still on probation, probably can't use their powers without being put back in a cell. They are too dangerous to leave without some sort of control plan." Blossom openly theorized.

"I give it 'till Wednesday till their fighting us again." Buttercup boasted.

"Fine if they make it longer than that, your taking out the trash for a week." Blossom wagered.

"And if they fight us," She sent a smirk her sisters way, "Your cleaning my room.

"The usual bet then?" Blossom nodded. It was usually the only way buttercup's room even got cleaned. Whenever a bet was made it was always buttercups go to stake. She wasn't a particularly filthy slob, but she was never motivated to clean her room. Usually whenever she won the bet she would gloat and remark how Blossom was better at it anyways. Unfortunately the days passed by and a week had passed. School days filled with classes transpired, evenings filled with homework, and sleep uninterrupted by crime. Wednesday buttercup held onto the satellite phone that was their new upgraded hot line and stayed up until midnight hoping for it to go off, it never did. She grimaced, but decided trash duty for a week was still nothing bad, until the next Saturday when the Professor told her to collect the trash in her own bedroom. Forcing her to clean her own room in turn.

Sunday was nothing special for the girls. Bubbles flew off to do some landscapes, art supplies in tow. Buttercup finding her favorite game was lost in the virtual world displayed upon the screen. You may ask what about Blossom. Well she was lost in her homework, Opting to study outside she tried to focus on her work. While the image was usually quick to fading she found herself repeatedly remembering the cold dead hateful stare the teenage boy burned into her.

It interested her how she was aware that she gave it more power by letting it bug her, but was unable not to feel on edge with each repetition of the memory. She sighed heavily and sat her book down when once again it interrupted her focus. She collected her things, and took them inside. Buttercup's mind was too enamored with her game to notice Blossom passing by. The professor was surely locked down in his lab, and Bubbles was out. So she decided to take a small break and fly around the town as a break.

Her mind and heart lightened up as she took to the skies. The clouds passed her by and cleared much like the clouds in her head. She finally landed downtown and decided to walk about. She had no end goal or destination, but found it relaxing aimlessly wondering about the city. Taking in the sites it occurred to her, that for all the time spent within the city she rarely just stopped to smell the flowers. She began seeing the little details that one would easily miss zipping by in the sky, or flashing about in a hurry.

Eventually she found herself at a park and sat down on a bench. It didn't take her long to be noticed by all the kids who were there and she soon found herself surrounded by 50 excited eyes. She always loved it whenever kids would approach her. Ever since an encounter with some of the older super heroes of the world, she always made it a point to treat kids with as much love and appreciation as possible.

She sat down and listened to kids tell their stories. The girls saying how they look up to her, and the boys saying how they want to be tough protectors like her. Even the parents thank her for always saving the day. None of these things were new to the bow wearing teenager, but she never gave any sign of insincerity. She smiled and listened to each of them, like they were the only thing in the world to her, and the kids were delighted.

One kid, who she had saved about a month ago from a house fire was at the park. She almost didn't recognize him without the smoke and soot all over him, but he thanked her for everything she did to save him. She found him under a support beam and both his legs were broken, but he would eventually be alright again. She smiled, admired his positive attitude, and lifted him in the air for a quick flight around the park.

The boys eyes lit up and was laughing and screaming in enjoyment. When she set him back down, all the other kids wanted a turn. She smiled and decided to spoil them and gave them all a quick two laps around the park, but soon enough the afternoon wore down, and the kids started to leave with their parents back home.

She smiled and waved as each of them left, and soon found the park empty sans her shadow. She could fight monsters all day long, and beat up super-villians, but kids always drained her the most. Only because she wanted to live up to the larger than life image they had of her in their minds, and wouldn't want to see a look of disappointment grow on their face. Feeling emotionally drained, but not unsatisfied, she took back to the skies and headed back home.

When she walked back in through the front door, she saw buttercup was now in the kitchen helping the professor cook dinner. "Hey Bloss," She called out. "If you didn't show up soon I was gonna eat yer dinner." She said a greedy smile plastered on her face to her own joke.

"I take it we're having steak and potatoes?" She said, knowing that would be the only meal buttercup would be that excited for.

"Yep! Plus with my insanity ghost pepper sauce." She grinned, holding up the bottle of her treasured spice. "We're gonna play steak Russian roulette." It was a game she liked to play whenever she helped make dinner. She would spice up one dish and whoever got it had to both finish it and try not to let the spice destroy their tear ducts. "Bubbles just ran to the store, saying we're gonna need milk." She scoffed, "We had plenty, don't know why she has to be such a baby about it."

"Cause we all have super sensitive taste buds?" She called out. "How you enjoy it is beyond all logic." She playfully pushed her.

"I like the pain, it's weakness leaving the body, but I love seeing your faces whenever it's one of you who gets it." She poked her curled tongue out.

"All right butter cup that's enough." The professor sighed, "Go set the table while I spike the random steak."

"Why did you let her convince you to do this is?" Blossom pleaded looking up with pleading eyes hoping he would tell her which steak he was gonna use.

"It was the agreement to helping me make dinner, You and Bubbles were nowhere to be found. I needed the help." He smiled down at her. Age had began to take their toll on him. Glasses where now kept on his person, whenever he needed to read or do computer work, Grey streaks were forming in his hair, and slight wrinkles forming at the corner of his eyes. One would begin to wonder if that was natural, or just stress being the single parent to the towns super protectors.

Looking defeated Blossom washed up and got ready to hopefully enjoy her meal. Luck was on her side that night as it was Buttercup who ended with the steak. Bubbles laughed and asked if she wanted the milk she bought, but Buttercup just shook her head and claiming it was now a matter of wills to get stronger.

Laughs were shared, jokes were made and the family continued on with their pleasant Sunday evening dinner. As the clock ticked on, the dinner finished and dishes complete, the professor enjoying the fresh tobacco from his pipe, sitting in his lounge chair, and the girls being made the audience for Bubbles new artworks of various animals, stories and scenery, the day came to an end.

As it always does the sun rose and Monday reared its head into the lives of the girls. They quickly got ready for school, kissed the professor goodbye and were off. Blossom had AP classes almost exclusively, with the exception of electives and Gym. Buttercup and Bubbles both had more normal classes, but chose to focus their classes more on what they liked, Buttercup with a mechanics and carpentry class, Bubbles with various art classes.

Eventually Blossom felt the familiar vibration of the cell phone in her bag. She pulled it out, The teacher even pausing his lecture knowing who it was and knowing she would be leaving in the middle of class. "Off to stop some crime miss Utonium?" The teacher nonchalantly asked.

"Sorry Miss Crabblesnitch, it's just a bank robbery shouldn't be long." She said pushing the phone back into her bag.

The teacher just gave a small laugh out, "Like you even need to hear this lecture, I know you already know this. Just be safe." She called out with a wave as blossom went to get her sisters.

Soon enough they were all in the sky and rushing to Townesville First Community Bank. Upon touching down they were greeted by an officer who was closing the doors to the police van. "Oh girls! Thanks for your help eh. This one should be an easy cleanup, with all the hostages safe and all." He said in a Canadian accent.

"What are you talking about we just got here?" Buttercup questioned.

"Well," He started walking to the driver door of the car. "We all saw flashes of light blue green and red, thought it was you then the hostages came running out of the door, and the bad guys were all in a pile on the floor in the lobby. If that wasn't you who could it be?"

Blossom looked over at the building, but she didn't know a pair of crimson eyes were laid out on her form. A smile on the owners face as he watched her confusion grow.

A.N. so this chapter was a slight pain to write I think it finished strong, it was mostly filler i'll admit, but I wanted to catch up with what the girls were doing in the week since the monster attack to when Brick and his boys implement the plan. Also I was thinking of a name for the teacher and crabblesnitch just made me chuckle, she probably wont be in the story after this. Steak russian roulette is a reference to persona 5 where they did it with octopuss balls, I forget the actual name. Also even though he didn't appear Dr. Langston is a reference to Man-Bat I was playing the arkham games right before writing this down. Again still looking for a title.