A/N: CHAPTER FIVE HAS ARRIVED!!!!

Blast: Is there gonna be some action/ actual plot development here?

Me: yes, this chapter features you and Burn doing semi-actiony stuff, so sit quite and Burn, do the disclaimer please

Burn: OK. -clears throat- Berry-chan doesn't own anything but the storyline and me and Nee-chan and Bow

Me: on with the show!

Chapter 5: Everyone and their aunt trixie

Brick Rowdyruff had never been more emotionally screwed up than he was now. He didn't even have a freaking WORD to describe the odd mix of feelings swirling inside him. He was angry, worried, and intensely confused all at the same time.

And it could all be blamed on, who else: Brisbane. That damned man would burn in hell for everything he'd put the Rowdyruffs through. Brick would make sure of it. Especially if his sisters had been harmed by him at ALL by the time they got here to Megaville.

At first the emotions Brick had involving his new siblings were the ones that confused him the most. Why did he care so much about people he'd never even met? A few moments after thinking that he mentally kicked himself when he realized the answer. It was simple: they were his Sisters, part of his family. They had been made from the DNA of him and his brothers, part of himself. The more he looked at those pictures and listened to Weasel, the more weird feelings welled up inside him, feelings he may never understand. After all if this was natural sibling love why didn't he feel this way when Boomer and Butch were endanger. A question once again with a painfully obvious answer. He knew what Butch and Boomer were capable of, and knew they could take care of themselves. But with the girls, he didn't know, he'd never met them and that's why he was worried, because he didn't know if their abilities were enough to get them here safely.

These thought drove him so nuts he was ready to fly off all over the country to find them and bring them home himself. And he and the rest of the male ruffs just might have…. If Weasel hadn't pointed out that that was probably exactly what Brisbane wanted them to do. To get all the Ruffs in one place and catch them all in one foul swoop. When Brick argued that that could mean the girls were going to get caught, Weasel shot back the argument that as long as the Boys were free, the girls had a chance at freedom. But if all the kids were caught, the girls and boys had no future.

"Just be Patient." Weasel had said, "They're coming to you, so just wait for them."

Unfortunately, these words did nothing to sort out Bricks muddled psyche. And mindless television wasn't doing much for it either. He flipped from channel to channel and as usual found nothing of interest. Most of it was that same damned news story on near endless repeat. Treating members of his family like escaped zoo animals… it made his teeth grind.

Eventually, the Red ruff cursed loudly and turned off the TV before lying down on the sofa, grabbing a pillow and screaming his frustration into it before tearing it in half.

"What did the pillow ever do to you?" Brick looked up through the shower of stuffing to see his brothers looking down on him from behind the couch.

"Shut up Butch, I'm not in the mood to hear you be your idiotic self today." Brick groaned as he got up to gather the stuffing and throw the remains of the pillow away.

"C'mon Brick," Boomer said following his brother, "Its not like your the only one whose shaken up by all this. Were all spooked, they're in trouble, risking their lives just to meet us and there's nothing we can do to help them."

"Aw Don't talk like that Little boy Blue, there's gotta be SOMETHING we can do."

"No Butch, Boomers right. There isn't much we can do right now…. Like weasel said, there's no need for us to go get them when their coming to us on their own." Brick sighed heavily retreating back to the living room and plopping down on the couch, his mind swirling once again. What to do what to do. What to do to help them in some little way, what to do to not feel utterly useless…

And then it hit him like a punch in the face.

"Maybe there is something we can do." Brick said, a smile coming to his face.

"Huh what?" the other 2 ruffs inquired, shocked by their leaders sudden chipperness.

"If we cant help them get here, the least we can do is make sure they have the welcome they deserve." Brick said, his grin growing.

" What do ya mean by that, should we throw them a party or something?" Butch asked, perplexed.

"Well that's a good idea too, but I was thinking more along the lines of having everything ready for them to move in when they arrive." Brick corrected.

"Yeah! that's an awesome idea" Boomer said, suddenly enthusiastic, then his face fell into an inquisitive pout. "But where do we begin?"

"Well you guys know that room down the hall from ours that has nothing in it?" Brick said smirking, letting his brothers put 2 and 2 together on their own.

Boomer quickly got it and smiled nodding enthusiastically at the plan.

It took a Butch a few moments before he finally put the pieces together, "Ohhhh. Well there go my Game room plans."

"What are you guys so enthusiastic about?" Blossom said walking in with other Puffs on her heels.

"Were going to turn that empty room upstairs into a Bedroom for our sisters, so that everything is ready for them when they get here!" Boomer piped, Brick nodding an affirmative and Butch giving an awkward smile and eye roll.

"Oh that's a wonderful idea! They're so lucky to have brothers like you!" Bubbles Squealed throwing her arms around Boomers neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "do you think I could help?"

"Well I guess, but this is kind of a personal matter not just a project." Brick said. Bubbles' face fell slightly but she nodded in understanding.

"Umm question, how are 3 ten year olds gonna get the supplies for a do it yourself room makeover. Not to mention we need the time to do it or did you forget about school, plus were gonna need furniture and stuff. How are we supposed to buy that kinda stuff when our guardian is out of town at some genius convention?" Butch droned completely killing the happy mood. Causing both of his brothers to glare at him for being a buzz kill.

"OH I KNOW I KNOW!" Bubble's chimed in before quickly zipping up stairs, some sounds of rather violent rummaging were heard, causing all the still present X-beings to exchange a look, before a flash of baby blue zipped back down the stair and stopped triumphantly in front of them, holding a small glittery piece of plastic in the air proudly.

A Visa card

"Professor says that's this is for emergencies only. I think this qualifies" Bubbles announced.

Oh yeah, now they were talking.

*RRG*

meanwhile, hundreds of miles away

To say Burn felt uneasy was the understatement of the century. She was terrified no matter how far she and Blast kept traveling, the feeling of uneasiness refused to leave, infact it just seemed to grow even more with each passing second. It made her tense, on the edge, a volcano imminent of eruption.

But every time Nee-chan asked her if something was wrong, she would just put on a forced smile and act like nothing was wrong, that she was just as happy as the moment she saw that damned lab burst into flames. Even though inside her emotions were stirring up, tension building, just waiting for a spark to ignite it all and bring out the less sweet side of Burns personality.

Even now, as Burn and Blast lounged on the hood of their "borrowed" car at the mostly empty rest stop, both chugging down a bottle of Coca-cola. Well Blast was chugging, Burn was fiddling with hers in her hands and sipping occasionally, Magenta eyes the size of saucers, every snow white hair standing on end, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

Blast finished another swig of her soda with a satisfied sigh, looking over at her sister, Burn had been acting weird for 2 days now. every time she asked, the Pyro would just tell her everything was fine.

Screw that noise, Blast was finding out what was eating her sister so bad right here right now.

"Ok Burn, Seriously, tell me what's up." Blast said firmly, Royal purple eyes set dead serious.

Burn was startled by her sisters words but quickly forced a smile and looked over at her twin, strait into a deadest ready to disbelieve glare.

"Wh-what do you mean Nee-chan I'm perfectly fine!" Burn said in the most cheerful voice she could muster.

Blasts glare only hardened. "Don't give me that crap, something is wrong and you better tell me right now." Blasts eyes softened slightly, " C'mon Burn just tell me already, why wont you tell me what's bugging you, we've always told each other everything, don't you trust me anymore."

More than you know Nee-chan, you're the only one I trust Burn thought. She took a deep breath, if she did tell, maybe Nee-chan could help, make the feeling go away. Nee-chan always made everything better. She opened her mouth to tell…

And then all hell broke loose.

A spotlight cut through the cool night air and glared right in their eyes, sirens surrounded them, an unintelligible mass of voices as people in weird looking uniforms surrounded the Rest stop. There were so many of them, and the all had guns pointing strait at the girls.

A pair of Coca-cola bottles fell to the ground as Blast and Burn stood and moved closer to each other almost on instinct, Blast moving in front of the dazed Burn protectively, shooting a glare at the crowd.

"Well? You just gonna stand there all night or are you going to tell us what the hell you want with us?" Blast sneered.

Her only answer was a bullet whizzing past her head.

In that moment, Burn Snapped, her hand flew out and caught the bullet that had been fired at her sister , she also bravely stepped out from behind her twin, eyes down at first, before she raised her heads to reveal an extremely dangerous expression, all the sweetness and naiveté that normally took residence in the magenta eyes was gone, replaced by unbridled Rage.

"You tried… to hurt Nee-chan!!" Burn shrieked, the dust that was once a bullet seeping through her fingers before her closed fist was engulfed in a red hot flame, her only thoughts were to hurt the men surrounding her, hurt them for even thinking of harming her sister, make them pay for hindering their journey.

Blast on the other hand was having a major " OH SHIT" moment, when Burn got worked up, it was never a good thing. She quickly rushed in front of her enraged sister.

"Burn, Burn listen to me, you've gotta calm down." Blast tried, but only got an enraged growl and an attempt to move past her in response. Blast frantically tried to think of a way to calm Burn down. But usually when burn went off like this because of another person doing something the only thing that could make her mood swing back to the normal Burn was an apology from the offender, and Blast highly doubted that these guys were up were up for saying sorry about anything.

And to make matters worse Burn seemed delusional, emphasized from the fact her hands were glowing red with heat readying an attack, despite the fact that Blast was standing right in front of her. The glow as intensifying by the second, Blast had to act fast to make sure no one got hurt and they could both get away, as Burn began to raise her hands to fire the attack, blast quickly got behind her and grabbed her wrists, aiming her hands and likewise the attack away from the SWAT team, or rather above their heads. The flames were fired, causing the armed men to duck and cover to avoid the extreme heat, which lit the trees behind them aflame.

The Swat team was too busy contacting the fire department to notice the slowly fading streaks of Royal purple and bright Magenta stretching into the horizon as an exasperated Blast dragged a still dazed Burn behind her thinking, Just what we need, everyone and their Aunt Trixie out to get us.

AN: and that's all folks! Mucho apologies for the long wait, but Writers Block is a bitch. Reviews help fuel the authors poor, poor mind and earn cookies. Especially since im going to have to go to the dmv to get my permit soon… heaven help me.