This blues fic is also for 1000GreenSun. I hope you enjoy it guys.

AIRPORT

''C'mon, Boomer! I don't want to miss our flight!''

Boomer made no attempt to speed up his careless gait. He frowned as he glanced around the airport, packed with bustling people trying to get in and out of townsville. ''I don't like airports, Bubbles...''

She latched onto his arm, smiling up at his sour expression. ''Now don't be grumpy. You know we can't fly there ourselves because we don't know the way.''

''Then lets just stay home.''

She shook her head as she lead him through the crowd. ''We promised Blossom and Brick we'd come.''

''Call them and tell them we changed our minds.''

''But we haven't seen them for months...'' She gazed up at him, her big blue eyes pleading for him to reconsider. He stared at her for several seconds, then let out an exaggerated sigh that made it clear he was agreeing under protest.

She beamed as they continued on to the baggage check area.

''Please put your baggage on the conveyor belt and step forward to be searched.''

They did as told, Boomer being the perfect gentlemen and lifting Bubbles' heavy bags onto the belt for her.

Boomer tensed with a grimace as a man thoroughly invaded his personal space in his attempt to search for weapons; he had to push aside the instincts screaming at him to shove the man away.

This was one of the varying reasons he hated airports.

Next, the guard took out a portable metal detector, maneuvering it around him slowly. Boomer huffed impatiently.

''Please take your shoes off, Sir.'' The security guard requested. He grumbled to himself as he kicked his tennis shoes off his feet, but quieted when Bubbles sent him an admonishing look.

''Lift up your shirt, Miss,'' Bubbles' guard commanded, and for the first time Boomer actually looked at the person searching her. He growled lowly when he identified the person as male, startling the his own guard who was still checking his shoes.

'Aren't there rules against male guards checking females or something?'

''Why does she need to lift up her shirt?'' He asked, glaring. The security guard was taller and older than him, with brown hair and matching eyes. Boomer relished in the fact he could easily snap him like a twig if need be.

Bubbles' guard gave him a sideways glance. ''My metal detector says there's something under there.''

Boomer knew this to be a lie, because Bubbles didn't have any kind of bellybutton piercings, nor did she store items in her bra.

''It's alright Boomer,'' Bubbles said with a reassuring smile, lifting baby-blue T-shirt just over her stomach.

''Higher, please. It was coming from your chest.''

Both blondes frowned. 'Oh, fuck that.'

Boomer slipped back into his shoes, snatching the metal detector from his own guard and walked over to Bubbles, who looked very uncomfortable with the situation.

He stood infront of her, gently placing a hand over hers and pulling her shirt back down. The brunette frowned at having his view of her obstructed.

Boomer then waved the detector slowly infront of her chest, just as the guards had. He did this several times, and never did it give any indication that there was something metal coming from her chest.

He turned back to both guards. ''Can we leave now?''

Bubbles' guard grunted indignantly. ''No. I still have to check-''

''She doesn't have a bomb strapped to her chest.''

''She could have a weapon,'' The guard protested.

''Hey! What's the hold up?'' Somebody asked from the line somewhere behind them. There were many people still waiting to be checked so they could catch their own flights.

''Boomer,'' Bubbles began warily, gaining back his attention. ''Maybe we should just go home? Brick and Blossom will understand...''

''Oh, no.'' He refused, glaring at the guards. ''I took the time to come out here and have my personal space invaded. We're getting on this flight.

''Well you're not getting on anything until I-'' The guard broke off, slumping to the ground. Boomer stood behind him, hand still raised from the light tap he'd given his neck.

''You got a problem with that?'' He asked the other guard with a raised eyebrow, his icy blue eyes glowing with his irritation. The guard shook his head vigorously in reply, and Boomer nodded his approval. He turned back to Bubbles, who was staring wide-eyed at the unconscious man lying before her feet.

''My lady,'' Boomer said with a charming smile, offering her his hand.

She took it with a small blush as they both stepped over the body draped on the floor, continuing on to grab their luggage.

I feel as though the airport security guards who check people should all be females. This way women won't feel violated, and most men will probably be happy as well.

Also, I won't be updating tomorrow so I can write a few of these in advance, instead of just the night before. Feel free to continue to send me prompts though; I will be back Monday, and I believe it will be with another blues fic. ^_^