The sun was just beginning to come up. The small bits of light peeked over the horizon. They traveled up the numerous buildings of Townsville. At the top of the highest skyscraper the light reached out and shone on Boomer's hair, helping to illuminate the blonde color. After taking a moment to admire the day's welcome, he pushed down on his skateboard.

Down the side of the skyscraper he went. The air felt amazing. He spread his arms out. As he neared the concrete sidewalk below, the blue Ruff launched himself off the building and sped down the street. Morning rush hour had already begun, but the thousands of cars meant nothing to him. He twisted, turned, and rushed through the traffic. Any of the people in the cars would have merely seen a blue streak for only a second.

Boomer slowed down when he reached the park. He briskly made his way along the various pathways, trying to ignore the large volcano that loomed overhead. He slowed down further when he spotted a familiar black-haired girl standing near its base.

"Hey Buttercup, didn't expect to see you here so early." Boomer said, coming to a stop.

"Same here. So that was you rushing around out on the highway."

"How'd you know I was out there?"

Buttercup reached down for her water bottle. "I sensed something moving around. I was a little worried it might of been someone else." She said, taking a sip.

"You're sharp alright." Boomer said as he picked up his board. "What are you doing out here anyway?"

"Doing my Tai Chi. Best way to start the morning. Helps focus my mind and body."

"Oh sure, Brick does that too."

"Oh he does?" Buttercup said, with more perk in her voice.

"Yeah he used to try and get me to do it too, but I really don't have the patience for it I guess, haha." Boomer scratched the back of his head.

"I don't suppose your other brother practices it too?"

"Nah, Butch is more about lifting and punching things. Not that we can ever get him up in the morning. Unless we fry a ton of bacon."

Buttercup shook her head and tried to hide her smirk. "You usually skateboard this early?"

Boomer put his board down and slowly moved along the sidewalks. "No I usually skate in the evening. I guess I've just been feeling so good that I wanted to get up and move around."

"Hey listen," Buttercup said as she watched him, "you were really looking out for us. I know I was being a bitch and all when you were just trying to help…"

"No, not at all." Boomer said as he jumped over a street light, flipping his board as he soared over it. "I'm just really happy things worked out. I thought I was completely screwed when Him told me that I'd die if he died."

"And you still took him down, even though you thought that…"

Boomer smiled at her. "The three of us aren't so bad, are we?"

Buttercup took another drink of her water. "I hate to bring it up and ruin the mood, but any idea about what Mojo is up to?"

"Oh, Brick is looking into it. Honestly I'm not as worried about him. In fact I'm feeling too good to be worried about anything."

"I hear you. I've been pretty relieved myself. Especially now that I know about that pit of Chemical X."

"Yeah who knows what kind of possibilities that stuff holds. Well I'm craving some air, so I'll catch you later." He said, speeding off.

"Later." Buttercup said, smiling as she watched him off.

"Ugh, this is hard to explain." Butch groaned as he lay back on the couch.

Blossom sat on her chair across from him. She held her notebook in front of her, although she had yet to write anything down. Her pen spent most of its time in her mouth being chewed on. "We've um, got plenty of time. If you um, if you're sure you want to talk to me about this…"

Butch lazily gave her a thumbs up. "It's cool. You're involved and all, but it's not you I'm havin' a problem with."

"Alight." Blossom said in a slightly shaky voice. "Anytime you want to start."

"Ok here's the rundown Red. I've got a major conflict going on with my emotional feelings and whatnot." Butch said as he softly pounded his fists together above him. "Thing is, I'm pretty pissed at my brothers for the whole willing to kill all of three of us thing. Sure from the outside it's all romantic and crap, but not so much when you're a factor that's not even considered. We've always been tight, we've always been a team. But ever since we came to Townsville and you girls got involved in the equation…" He looked over at her with narrowed eyes.

Blossom felt her blood get a bit colder. There was too much tension in the room for her liking. It did not help that she was personally involved in her patient's problem. That was a big no-no in her line of work. She shifted around uncomfortably and tried to look at the plants in the corner.

"But," Butch began, relaxing his brow, "it's not like I wanted something to happen to you…"

Blossom smiled and felt the weight on her shoulders disappear. "It's a tough situation because there's really no right answer, is there?"

Butch let out an annoyed sound. "Thing is I really don't know what to do. I've just been avoidin' both of em' so far."

"I don't think it's because you're mad at them Butch. I think you just don't know what to feel, or what to say to them."

Butch was quiet for a moment. "I hadn't thought of that. You're right though. I don't know if I should yell at them, or make unpleasant faces at them, or take hilarious, sarcastic stabs at them…"

"You should wait for now. Keep taking some time off from them. Eventually it will come to you and you'll feel when it's time to go talk to them."

"This is all confidential, right?"

Blossom closed an invisible zipper across her lips.

"Ok I'll wait then." Butch said. "Take a little vacation. Enjoy not being dead. Also I've got another little interpersonal problem that needs fixed…"

"Is this about what happened with Buttercu-"

"I would have stopped!" Butch yelled as he sat up. "I would have felt bad. Sick even. I'm not into watching people slowly suffer. I mean I love a good fight and it's fun to know they wish they could be as amazing as I am, but I'm not into devil's rejects kind of stuff. I'm not Satan or anything."

"I know that Butch. There's a lot of depth to you. The fact that you feel so bad about something you didn't even do speaks volumes."

Butch lied back down on the couch. "Now I'm wishing we didn't have the confidential thing."

"I know it's tough, but if you want to apologize to Buttercup you need to go and have a talk with her. Tell her what you're telling me. Speak from the heart, and see if you can hold off on the jokes for five minutes."

Butch raised his hand up and stared at it. "Am I…even capable?" He said in a dramatic tone.

Blossom chuckled. "At least tone it down a little bit. You don't have to perform a miracle, just a-"

She was cut off by a loud beeping noise. Over on her desk a telephone blinked its red light across the room. "Pardon me for a moment." Blossom said as she picked up the receiver. "What is it Mayor? Yes…uh-huh…oh…oh goodness! Was anyone hurt? Oh…I see. Yes I'll be there right away."

"Sorry Butch, we'll have to cut this short." She said as she turned to her green-clad patient. "However, if you want to come along this could be a good chance for you to talk to Buttercup."

Butch let out a loud sigh. "And here I was hoping for some rehearsal before opening night."

"If you're not ready I can tell her to meet you later-"

"No, no." Butch said, getting up. "Better to act now then later. He who hesitates is lost, and whatnot."

Brick had never seen a room like Bubbles. He recalled that he and his brothers had once attacked a kids restaurant with a similar vibe. All kinds of colorful furniture and large happy objects that looked like something you could only find in your imagination. It was similar, but that restaurant, funhouse, whatever place had nothing on the detail Bubbles had put into her room.

The theme was obvious enough, nature. The first thing that struck him upon entering the room was where she hung all of her clothes. It seemed a conventional closet wasn't her style. Instead she had what looked like a large tree in the center. The braches and limbs acted as hangers for her various wardrobes. After examining it, Brick could tell that there was a certain order to it. It seemed that certain clothes used and shared certain accessories, such as hats, gloves, scarves, among others. It worked well with the branch set up. Strange, but impressive.

One corner of her room appeared to be some kind of mushroom farm. Another corner sported an indoor pond. Her ceiling was painted as if it were the sky. One side presented a blue sky with beautifully painted clouds. The other side, which was where her bed was located, held the starry night sky. Brick wasn't much of artist, but he took notice of the way the middle of the ceiling shifted from day to night. The clouds reflected a beautiful yellow and pink color, and the stars slowly and subtly began to make their appearance. No doubt she had painted it herself. It was also impressive, it seemed to Brick like the kind of ceiling one would find in a preschool classroom, only far more polished.

The floor was carpeted green. Brick imagined that if it was easier, she would have had actual grass make up the floor. Probably would have had an actual tree, in fact. Bubbles was rummaging through some kind of…cabinet that looked like a stump.

"Quite a room you've got here." He said.

Bubbles gave a slight nod.

"I'm probably one of the few to have seen it, aren't I?"

Bubbles didn't have a response to that statement.

Brick began to wonder how much time it had taken her to build the place, when she stood up.

"Here." She handed him a small bottle.

"What is it exactly?" He asked.

"Mojo is a chimpanzee. If you pour this on him, he won't be able to stop scratching himself."

Brick smiled as he pictured the monkey having a scratching fit. "You don't think punching him will be enough?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Bubbles said, taking out her cellphone. She flipped it open and slightly cringed aa she read the text message. "Come on, we need to go."

"Why, what is it?" Brick asked.

"Someone burned down the orphanage."

A/N: Wanted to post something today so I made sure I had some free time (Who needs biology lectures anyway?). How could I resist? A chapter on valentines day with no romance in it, just too perfect.