Bubbles fell forward onto her knees and trembled. "PLEASE, Dexter? I'm afraid of the dark! Let me in!"
Dexter grumbled on the other side of the door and rubbed his eyes. "Hold on. I just woke up." Bubbles heard a "bleep" and then a "click" before the door slid open and Dexter, in a t-shirt and long pajama pants, held his hand out to her. She latched onto it and buried her face in his chest.
"I hate the dark!" she yelped. Dexter rubbed her back.
"It's okay. It's just a black out. Hoagie's probably just doing an experiment and used a lot of electricity. The power will be on in minutes, or half an hour at the most," he soothed. Bubbled clung to his shirt and sniffled.
"I still hate it."
Dexter thought for a moment. He pushed her by her shoulders and looked her in her brilliant blue eyes. "Stay here."
Bubbles screamed inwardly. She clutched his hand, preventing him from walking away. "Don't leave me!" Dexter's hand slipped out of hers and she scrambled to get it back. She was alone again. Blossom was on the front lines and Buttercup was resting, so there was no way she could fly off to find them. Something warm touched her hand, and she screamed before slapping it away. She heard a sickening crack. "Oh, oh my, Dexter?"
There was silence, and a tiny, "Ouch." The way he said it was almost comical. It was so nonchalant. When it touched her hand again, she held onto it. Then she realized it was his other hand.
"Did I just break your hand?" she guessed weakly.
"I think so. Oh well. Mandy won't be too pleased." She could almost imagine him shrugging as he said this, and Mandy's furious face. She giggled. "Anyway, I called Hoagie. The power should be on in about an hour. He really fried THAT circuit. Until then, use this. It doesn't need electricity."
Something flickered, and a stuffed bunny with a glowing stomach was looking at her. Dexter was holding it up almost shyly. She let go of his hand and took the rabbit. "It's so cute!" she squealed, hugging it.
"I made it for Dee Dee when I was around five." He shrugged. "She used it whenever there was a thunderstorm."
She looked at it again and peered at him through its ears. He was examining his hand and winced when he brought it back. "Shouldn't we get that checked out?" She touched one of his fingers and heard a small hiss of pain escape his lips.
"I suppose."
Bubbles took his hand again and followed him to his desk. He put his hand under a scanner, and then shook his head. "Right. No power."
Bubbles giggled and hugged the bunny tighter.
She could have told him that the bunny could have powered it, since it WAS a power source, but seeing the tired boy genius confused as to what to do over so simple a problem was too funny to miss.