'You're kidding me, right? It's a joke.' Buttercup narrowed her eyes at her.

Blossom didn't answer, avoiding her sister's gaze. As soon as she'd said it it kept reverbing inside her mind, the thought booming with each passing second.

'...are you?'

'Bullshit! This is some sick shit, like-like' Buttercup stuttered '..that fucked up stuff when you fall in love with your captor...What the fuck is it called..?'

'Stockholm syndrome.' Blossom flatly answered.

'Is this Stockholm syndrome? Very likely.''

'Yeah, that. That's some messed up shit, Blossom. I can't believe it.'

'It's not that unlikely.' Boomer interjected.

'Shut your trap, blondie! It's none of your business.'

'I can't believe I trusted you, Blossom, I KNEW this shit would happen.' Buttercup spat at her maliciously.

'Shit! shit! At the rate she's going she might mention our plan. How do I shut her up?'

'Buttercup, if you don't calm down right now Boomer is going to eye-beam you.'

Buttercup scoffed at her.

'Come at me! DO IT BLONDIE! Or why don't you do it yourself, traitor?' Buttercup barked at them, lunging towards them.

In a blink of a second Boomer blasted her, weakening Buttercup once again, and then targeted his brother; Blossom felt tears welling up in her eyes at the sight, she'd successfully managed to make her sister hate her

'It's for the greater good.'

'Is it true, what you said?' Boomer cautiously asked the redhead, breaking her reverie.

For some reason Blossom found it difficult to lie to him, maybe because he reminded her so much of her own sister.

'I think I am.' '...but it's not a lie, is it?'

Boomer replied with a warm smile:

'I'm glad you do. I like you around.'

The charred bodies lay speechless in front of them both, Blossom reckoned they were beyond broken and exhausted.

'Do you think we can wake up Brick earlier? I don't know how much longer we can keep this up.'

'Maybe just a bit earlier.'

They stood in silence, watching the greens' bodies as they regenerated as the minutes passed.

Suddenly, Butch lightly pulled on the chain to bring Buttercup closer.

'Hey...babe... I can Stalk-home syndrome you, too.' he managed to tease, struggling to draw his breath.

'It's Stockholm syndrome...you idiot.' Buttercup replied with a guttural voice.

'Oh... that's stupid...Stalk-home made much more sense.'

'It does, actually.' Boomer replied amusedly.

'Fuck, you, Boomer.' both greens said at the same time.

'Match made in heaven.' Boomer blew a puff of smoke in their direction.

'More like match made in hell...' Blossom murmured under her breath. 'I just want this night to be over, I want her to be safe.'

she rested her head in her palms for a moment as she felt a monstrous headache incoming. Blossom just prayed for peace and quiet for the rest of the night.

'You...kissed back.' a weakened Butch broke the silence.

'I didn't.'

'I felt it..you did.'

'I didn't.'

'You did.'

'Maybe you did.' Boomer intervened once again. 'But it's fine, Butch's pretty hot. I'd probably be into him if I were a girl, too.' Boomer chuckled.

'Ew..gross.' Butch replied, his revulsion evident.

'To be honest, that's a pretty disturbing ideea, Boomer.' Blossom gave her two-cents on the suggestion.

'What?? Not if we were relatives, obviously. But you know, if I were a cute girl and he were himself, I'd probably be into him.' he explained away, barely containing his laughter.

'Still..fucked up...man.' Butch grimaced at the thought.

'So, Buttercup, I wouldn't feel that bad for kissing him back if I were you.'

'...what if I did? It.. wouldn't mean...anything.' Buttercup struggled to reply.

'I knew it... you're into me.' Butch exclaimed.

'I'm not..it means nothing.'

'No, it does.'

'Buttercup' Boomer began as matter-of- factly ' What he wants to say through his messed up, Butch way is: 'I have a big crush on you, do you like me, too?'

'NO!' the greens yelled simultaneously.

'Boomer, can you stop putting words in their mouths, I'm not really in the mood for this right now.' Blossom chastised him, rubbing her temples in an attempt to avoid the impending headache.

'You're not that fun today.'

'It's not exactly a fun situation.'

'I agree, it isn't. I blame the weed for my good mood.'

'Can we just...wait this out in silence, please?'

Boomer nodded in agreement, and blasted his brother again for good measure.

Minutes passed and turned into hours, and soon enough the inklings of a fresh sunrise made their way in the beach house.

'I should wake him up.' As soon as the thought crossed her mind a groggy Brick made his way into the living room. At the sight of him something clawed at her chest, but she decided to brush it off for more important matters.

'I'm up. Ready to leave.'

Brick noticed his green brother and his counterpart watching him spitefully. He sighed:

'I asked you to keep them limp. Why do I always have to make sure things are done right?'

Brick grabbed the chain and Blossom followed him on the beach as he dragged the greens with him. She watched in shock as he used the chain to repeatedly hit their bodies against the sand until their limbs started breaking and fresh blood was squirting from their wounds. He did it until he was satisfied with their state, Blossom couldn't recognise them anymore. What struck her the most was the blank look he had on his face while doing it, as if he were mopping the floor or doing the dishes. Somehow she always forgot who he was, what he was capable of doing.

'Now they're limp enough to not regenerate until I'm done with the chain. I'll take your sister to Townsville when I'm done, ok? Trust me.'

Blossom nodded and tried to regain her calm. Before she could reply he was already a dash of red in the skyline.

'I hope I won't regret trusting him.'