Hey guise ! I missed you! you miss me? *silence* yeah, i figured. I wanted to do a longer chapter, and hopefully i'll being doing them longer from now on. Unless, i get lazy. Which wont happen! Sooo, without further ado, reds!

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It had been 3 months since the super-powered teens landed in their assigned countries. Each group of counterparts were given different tasks, based on their best qualities. Of course the girls couldn't stand the separation, so they each chatted over the phone, (three way) every night. The boys on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine with the arrangement. They occasionally brought each other up to speed on what was going on with their part of the 'plan', but their were no, 'I miss yous' shared.

Of course not; they would be seeing each other soon enough.

Blossom and Brick were currently in their shared apartment; Blossom in the kitchen, Brick in his room. Blossom quietly floated to the top of a cupboard, taking a mug out of the china set given to them by one of Brick's 'friends'. As she floated back down, she heard Brick growl in agitation. She paid no mine; she was very used to it by now.

Brick had a very quick temper.

She poured hot tea into the mug, easily ignoring the frustrated sounds coming from his room.

"God dammit." A deep voice mumbled. Blossom rolled her eyes.

She herself, had a temper, contrary to popular belief. It was rarely seen, but when it was there...well, it was there. Her sisters had only seen it every now and then, when Blossom had gotten a bad grade, or when a snooty girl at school made a comment...but other than that, Blossom was quite calm. Quite cool and collected when dealing with agitating subjects. There were few things that triggered her temper.

That's what made Brick so talented.

"Mother-" A voice growled out. Then suddenly, a laptop flew through the room, crashing against the wall behind Blossom. She looked down toward the object, that was now just a piece of ruble. It blinked different colored lights, twitching and making gurgling sounds. She growled.

That was her laptop.

"Brick." She spat, trudging into his room. He sat at the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. He stayed unmoving.

"What," He spoke in monotone, the sentence sounding more like a statement then an answer.

She didn't say anything. Brick also had a special talent of making her speechless.

"..."

"Well?" He asked, looking up at her. His eyes were a fierce bright red, making Blossom want to shrink back and mutter an apology. She swallowed.

Speak, idiot.

"That...That was my laptop." She said, all of her previous anger gone. He rose an eyebrow, a bitter smirk creeping onto his features.

"Oh, yeah. Uh...sorry?" He muttered, looking around her to see where the airborne laptop had landed. He cringed at his was apology. Blossom was a little taken back as well.

"Erm...its fine, i guess. What uh, what were you all mad about?" She asked, taking a few more tiny steps into the room. It was all gold. Gold floor, gold walls, gold bedspread. It was gorgeous. To the far left was Brick's bathroom, and across from that was his own balcony. Blossom's was an exact replica. Brick must have asked a favor from one of his, 'friends'. Blossom thought.

"Oh, that. Princess has apparently been getting new technology from where Butch and Buttercup are stationed right now. They were supposed to stop the delivery, but he said they ran into trouble." He said, taking off his cap to run a hand through his hair.

"Trouble?" Blossom's stomach twisted uneasily. Hearing Buttercup's name alone was enough to send Blossom into a fit of tears. The word 'trouble' only added to it.

"Yeah. Obviously, they can't be doing that bad though; Butch was able to send me the message." He said, his voice neutral. This tugged at Blossom.

"Do you even care that your brother could be in serious trouble?" She practically yelled. Was he serious? She could almost understand him being able to be away from his brothers without getting upset; he was a guy. But this, was just ridiculous!

Brick scrunched his eyebrows together, standing up from the bed so he was standing opposite to Blossom.

"Of course i care, Pinky. But unlike you, I have faith in my sibling, and I trust that he will do his mission accordingly." Brick spoke, his eyes glaring into hers.

Blossom stared back. There it was again, she was speechless. She despised him for making her like this-whatever it was. He was just so...intimidating. Of course, she would never let him know that.

"How can you be so sure?" She asked suspiciously. This question seemed to ketch him off guard, but just as quick as he was gone, he was back-his eyes gleaming with secret knowledge.

"Just trust me, okay?" He said charmingly, putting extra emphasis on the 'trust', for whatever reason. Blossom glared.

"Why should I?" She challenged, walking toward him menacingly, stopping right in front of his face. He smirked, his red eyes glowing.

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe because..." He took a step forward, the space in between them decreasing. Blossom stared into his eyes fearfully.

"...Were all each others got, Blossom. As much as it pains me to say this, were gonna have to get a little closer if we want to be able to work together without questioning each other every step of the way." He spoke, authority etched in his voice. Blossom thought over his words in her head.

...Were gonna have to get a little closer...

Blossom looked down to see their chests pressed against each other. Her cheeks turned a bright pink, and she quickly took two big steps back.

Brick blinked at the sudden movement, then noticed her rosy cheeks. He smirked.

"That's not what i meant by, 'getting closer', Blossy." He spoke teasingly. She felt her cheeks heat up once again, and she scorned herself for thinking such things. This was Brick. Why would he mean that?

Stupid.

"R-Right. I knew that." She flipped her bangs out of her face, trying to regain her composure.

Brick snickered.

"So, wait. Let me get this strait..." Brick spoke, trying to hold back his laughs. He and Blossom sat at a table outside of a french cafe', a small distance away from the Eiffel Tower. A croissant sat on the table, a few pieces ripped off. Blossom giggled and closed her eyes, trying to settle herself.

It was Brick's idea to come here. He had convinced Blossom that as long as they were here, they may as well enjoy it. After she had regained her composure, she had decided that he was right, but warning him all the way that she still did not trust him. Brick had shrugged, smirking knowingly.

It was far past midnight, so all the lights in the neighboring shops were on, lighting up their faces. In the distance, the Eiffel Tower sparkled and shined like an oddly shaped star.

Brick chuckled mischievously.

"You cried over a B? Your such a freaking nerd!" He held his stomach as another ripple of laughter hit him. Blossom couldn't help but smile.

"I was 9, and I had gotten all A's until then! Wouldn't you?" She yelled in defense, though she kept a joking tone.

Brick simply stared at her with a face that said, 'Your kidding, right?' Blossom rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, that was a stupid question."

"Ya think?" He joked. He took a swig of his beer, staring at the Tower in the distance. Blossom followed his gaze.

"I wish we didn't have to keep a low profile." He spoke, as if in a daze. Blossom looked back to him.

"Why?" She asked.

Brick kept his eyes on the monument. "Cause. Wouldn't it be cool to fly to the top of that thing?" He gestured toward the misshaped star. Blossom blinked, then lowered her gaze.

"Yeah, that would be pretty cool." She agreed, taking a bite out of the delicious bread.

They were silent as they looked around at the beautiful city.

Paris.

It wasn't like Blossom pictured; no one wore berets, or striped shirts. The men didn't all have fancy mustaches, and no one was walking a fancy poodle. But it was beautiful, all the same. Not many people were out at this time, but the ones that were were kept to themselves, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Blossom sighed in bliss, before remembering who sat across from her. She opened her eyes, and looked toward him. He stared into the distance seeming to be in deep thought. He didn't seem to notice her stare.

Blossom was curious.

"...What are you thinking about?"

He blinked, as if he just came out of a spell. He looked around, before his eyes settled on hers. He shook his head. "Nothing, really." He said, nonchalant.

Blossom rose an eyebrow. "You didn't seem like you were thinking of, 'nothing'."

He looked up to the stars, sighing.

"What do you wish for?" He asked suddenly, his voice determined, his face serious. Blossom scrunched her eyebrows together.

"What do you mean?" She asked. He sat up, and put his elbows on the table, leaning forward.

"If you could wish for anything, in this whole world, anything- what would it be?"

Blossom thought. Anything.

"You promise not to laugh?" She asked.

"No." Brick smirked charmingly. Blossom let out a 'huff'

"Then I guess I can't tell you..." She said, copying his smirk. Brick's smirk quickly turned to a pout, and Blossom laughed.

"Fine, fine. I'll try to keep it together." He said, displeased with giving in to his counterpart, but intrigued all the same.

"Well...If I had one wish, it would be that all the villains would turn good." She spoke quickly, hoping he wouldn't understand. Sadly, he did.

But, surprisingly, he didn't laugh-not even a smirk. He sat there, his cap backward, red eyes staring down at the table, orange hair blowing slightly in the breeze. He seemed to be thinking something over. Blossom wondered if he was thinking of a witty come-back or something.

"Well?" She asked, growing impatient. He simply looked up at her.

"Why aren't you laughing?"

He shrugged, adjusting his cap.

"I was wishing something similar..."

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