A/N: Well...sorry for the wait, but here it is! Thanks to our reviewers: emo-rocker101, pepper203, Guest, and, YugiohObsessed! Your reviews mean a lot to us! :) Please read and review!

Emma rested on the underwater rock at the front of the moon pool, gently swishing her tail back and forth. She needed to come up with a plan to get Bella, before Bella could get her. All she needed was a good plan- scratch that; a great plan! She had a basic idea; to simply ostracize Bella, and take her rightful place as Cleo's and Rikki's best friend. But yet, she didn't know how to fulfill it. Nothing seemed like a viable plan, so she decided to leave. She sunk deeper into the water, flicked her tail-feeling the air of the surface-and swam out of the underwater exit. Through a jet stream of bubbles and astonishing speeds, Emma swam to her favorite place.

"Hey guys," Emma greeted her friends, all sitting at the juice counter. However, they weren't paying much attention to her, in fact, they didn't even notice her. They were more focused on the live music, more importantly; the singer. As she turned her head, Emma saw and heard her rival singing up on top of the stage. Anger and heat coursed through her veins, as she saw her two best friends clearly enjoying Bella's performance. She's not that good... Emma asserted in her mind, but was truly raging with jealousy. Her arrival was already forgotten at this point, as she was looked up as a nobody to her own friends, due to Bella's captivating performance. Since her friends didn't even bother to greet her, she decided to just go home before Bella saw her. She quietly slipped out of the cafe, and marched in the direction of her house. When she arrived, she opened the front door, and immediately ran upstairs, off to her room, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. A heavy coughing emanated from within Elliot's room-a wet, guttural cough. "Elliot?"

"Is that you Emma?" Elliot rasped.

"Please, Elliot, open your door right now," Emma demanded, banging on his door with her fist. Despite having no anger towards her brother, her bottled up emotions of her rage towards Bella unleashed her wrath right onto Elliot's door. After he didn't answer, she just simply turned the doorknob and barged inside his room. There, she saw Elliot lying on his bed, covered in used tissues. Emma's eyes slightly widened as she looked upon his unusually paler face, and trembling body. "Elliot! Where's Mum and Dad?" Emma practically yelled at the obviously sick boy.

"Mum," he paused to go into a coughing fit, "is at the store buying some medicine." He explained in a congested voice. Emma sighed; his hoarse voice sounded awful. Then, something clicked in her head, like a lightbulb appearing above her head, as if she was living her life as a cartoon. She would get Bella sick! Then she wouldn't be able to perform at Rikki's, and she would be isolated from her friends!

"Oh, Elliot! Let me clean that up for you!" She said gesturing to the used mass of tissues surrounding him. However, she wasn't going to throw them away.

"Thags, Emma."

"Not a problem," Emma stretched a rather caringly smile, as she almost skipped out of his room. "I'm going to get some latex gloves, I'll be right back," she called to Elliot as she softly pulled the door behind her, leaving it ajar. She sprinted back to her room, to retrieve the gloves stashed on top of the shelf she kept them on, usually in case of some emergency involving water. She put them on, excitedly slipping one on her right hand, and then one on her left hand. She picked up her mostly-empty trash bin, and a garbage bag, and carried it into her brother's room, preparing to collect the infected items. Elliot stared at her rather strangely, as Emma face was clearly lit up with over-excitement and anxiety. "..Since d'wen do-" he coughed, "-you like to help me?" he managed to say without releasing another fit of coughs. Emma simply rolled her eyes, but rather playfully as her wide smile was still locked in place on her face.

"I just wanted to spend time with you, Elliot," she smoothly replied. Elliot's eyebrows raised, as he still stared at her with a strange look,

"By bickink up my used dissus?"

"Yes, by picking up your tissues, what's so strange about that?" Emma replied in her slightly sarcastic tone. When it comes to dealing with Bella, picking up her horribly sick brother's used tissues and using them to ruin Bella's life didn't seem strange at all to her. Elliot decided not to reply and rolled his eyes in return. Emma happily ignored him as she tied up the black trash bag, and carried it out of her brother's room and back into the hallway. Instead of chucking the bag into a garbage can, she sprinted back to her room, and shut her door. She chucked the bag on the floor, and ran to her kitchen, opened a cabinet, and grabbed snack-size bags. When Emma returned to her room, the mermaid picked up each tissue with her gloved hands out of the garbage bag and placed a few in a some little snack sized bags. Emma was careful to completely seal each bag, so the germs couldn't escape. She placed the bags by the window, and closed the curtains, so they could capture some heat to reproduce. Emma giggled to herself. She didn't expect Elliot to even bother sneaking up in her room with his sickness. And if her parents barge into her room at some point-

"Emma, Elliot! I'm home!" her mother called from downstairs. But the sound of her footsteps were traveling upstairs, as she called out once more, "Elliot, I have your medication." Emma sighed of relief as she looked down at her little tissue bags. The only way to spread Elliot's sickness to Bella would be to lets germ invade something she would be eating, drinking, or even...holding. A smirk was spread across Emma's face. The microphone on stage in Rikki's! What a perfect item to contaminate! Emma snickered quietly to herself.

Sneaking off to Rikki's early in the morning was fairly easy for Emma. Her brother was drugged asleep, and her parents were catching up on rest from the long days of work. Carefully and quietly as possible, she managed to slink downstairs and shut the door behind her. To avoid a handful of unusual looks from strangers walking by, she stuffed the mini snack-sized bags containing tissues back into her garbage bag, and carried it down to Rikki's. She was sure to pack two pairs of gloves; one to handle the germy tissues, and one to have a back-up. Escaping the interrogations of her parents was the hardest part of her plan, so, unfortunately, her idea of how to avoid being caught by her friends of Bella was not thought out. Hopefully, if karma decides to give her some slack, neither Bella or her friends will be around to even find her inside. The mermaid pushed through the beaded entrance, and quietly stepped inside.

She practically tiptoed into the store, carrying the bag, like Santa carries his sack of toys. The lights were all off, meaning that no one was inside. Emma let out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding, and continued to the empty stage. All of the equipment was there, including Bella's microphone. The blonde scrambled over to it, and yanked a small plastic bag out of her garbage bag. She pulled out a few tissues that made her want to cringe, and rubbed the gross contents of it all over the microphone. For a second, she felt guilty , but decided to brush it off. Bella had attacked Emma first during the race after all! She was only returning the favor. If she had her way, Bella would be sick and away from her friends, and Emma would steal them back from her. It wasn't as if she enjoyed making her ill; she just really wanted her best friends back.

At noon, Emma decided to go back to Rikki's to see if Bella was holding the microphone. She would make sure that the germs would enter her body, no matter what it took.

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