Thanks for all the awesome reviews and support about going to France ^^ I'll try to update more consistently than I have been. Although, I have a question: would you prefer medium-length chapters frequently, or longer chapters with slightly slower updates?

Also, I decided that from this point on, each chapter will be partly from the puff's POV, and partly from her respective ruff's.

"Nice seeing ya…" muttered Buttercup sarcastically as Frocks disappeared into the crowds of people exiting and entering the airport.

The four pairs of eyes then flicked from the doors, back to their own little dysfunctional group. Butch glanced from Brick, to Buttercup, and back to Brick.

"Well, off through security?"

Simultaneously, Brick and Blossom nodded, before taking off in the lead, but after the first couple of steps, they stopped and glared at each other.

"Excuse me," said Brick dryly.

Blossom looked him up and down, and with a sneer, said, "You're excused," before taking off in the lead again.

Brick, obviously not expecting such a trampling on his pride, put his long legs to work and swiftly caught up with Blossom, who glared.

"Stop trying to be so in control!" she snapped.

"Oh, look who's talking!" said Brick with just as much annoyance.

Internally, Buttercup sighed.

She knew that this would happen, the moment she realized who their partners were.

Blossom was such a leader; and Buttercup would admit that her 'older' sister was cut out for the job. And, if Brick was even remotely similar to her, he would have the same, take-charge attitude. And everyone knows when two strong forces collide, there's friction.

Bubbles was the soft one; her feelings often overruled her judgment, for better or for worse. And, on the rare occasion she had tackled Boomer, Buttercup knew that he too often hesitated before he put the hurt in the dirt. Together, their emotions would get the best of them, and they would end up in a complete and total mess which would require some heavy bailing out.

…don't get her even started on her and Butch. They were the aggressive ones. When they fought, their shared goal was to put the other in the grave, or at least on life support. Their fighting styles were almost exactly the same – with no holding back, no regrets, and lots of insults. Asia would be lucky if it still existed when the Greens were done working together there.

All in all, Sherry must be the dumbest cow on the face of the planet if she wanted to put the counterparts together for any extended length of time.

But, Buttercup quickly brought herself back to the moment, and rolled her eyes at the squabbling leaders.

"All right, all right already! Let's tone the egos down a bit and get a move on!" surprised, Buttercup turned to stare at Butch, who looked just as annoyed as she felt.

Blossom and Brick looked taken aback as well, but grudgingly continued walking, making a miniature, discreet competition out of who could get their foot in front faster.

After they went through customs, Buttercup pulled out the tracker watch Sherry had given her. It was slightly larger and denser than most watches, but other than that it blended in with normal wrist watches quite well. It was jet black, told the time, and, upon further inspection, had a small microphone and miniature speakers that could be used for transiting and receiving messages.

The others put theirs on as well, examining the small, high-tech devices that told Sherry and her workers their exact location. Brick however, decided to use the simplest feature that watch offered.

"Hey, you guys, it's 8:10. Butch and Buttercup might want to get over to their flight."

For once, the bossy ruff is right, we're going to miss our flight if we don't get a move on.

Butch sighed exasperatedly.

"Yes, Mom," Butch said contemptuously, mimicking a small child's voice.

Brick rolled his red eyes and shrugged.

"Fine, miss your flight. Go ahead, tell that demon woman why you need to reschedule."

Butch had to admit, telling Sherry that they had simply been to slow to get on their plane would not be the most fun experience in his life, but Brick's eternal bossing was grating on his nerves. Yes, he was the leader, yes, he did a good job, yes, Butch would be nowhere without him, but seriously, the guy needed to take a chill pill every once in a while. Butch could handle himself.

A quick glance at the departure board told Butch to go to gate J14. He snatched his bag, slung it over his shoulder and started walking down the alphabetical rows of gates.

"Well, have fun in Europe, Brickster, Blossy. Come on, Buttercup let's go. That is, if you can keep up."

Even though she was behind him, Butch knew that his counterpart was scowling.

"Sure, snails aren't that hard to follow."

Butch, catching the reference to his creation, tossed a glare over his shoulder, receiving just a nasty of a look in return.

Blossom shouted after the two retreating Greens.

"Try to leave Asia in one piece!"

In response, Butch flipped the pink puff off, without even bothering to turn around. In response to that, Buttercup whacked him on the back of the head with her pack.

Even though the smack stung, Butch decided to pretend it didn't hurt in the least.

"Wow, BC, you've really gotten soft."

"Soft? How dare you? I'm going to – "

"Eh eh eh, let's not have a full on brawl in the middle of the airport. You wouldn't want to be humiliated in front of so many people."

"You are such a – a – "

"Too awesome for words? I know, trust me."

"Actually, I couldn't think of the words to use because I too busy worrying if ugly is contagious."

All the while they had been exchanging blows, literally and figuratively, the pair had been rushing towards gate J14, and just at that moment, they had arrived. Together they fumbled with their packs, before snatching out the plane tickets Sherry had supplied.

The stewardess examined both pieces of paper before gesturing to the plane. Once they were seated, side by side in the business class section, Butch continued the 'conversation.'

"Wait, if you already have the disease, you don't really have to worry about catching it, right?"

"I couldn't have gotten it yet, I've been able to avoid you quite well so far."

"Face it Buttercup, you haven't been able to drag your loving gaze from my beautiful body since we reunited."

"Butch, what are you on?"

Both stopped speaking as they realized they had the attention of the stewardess and the row behind them. Awkwardly, they stopped speaking, choosing to simply give each other one last, withering glare before ignoring each other for the safety talk.

God, I love those two. Heh, heh, heh, so much fun to write!

Thanks for reading!

Reviews will be devoured ravenously by Buttercup and Butch for energy for their squabbling fest. FEED THEM!

I know, I'm weird. Don't bother to tell me.