She tidies up her bathroom and when she reaches Brick's shirt, she decides it is unsalvageable. Tattered beyond repair with blood stains. The shirt itself is a dark red, and the blood makes the stains almost look black.
Blossom then reaches for his hat that has some blood splatters. Now this is something she can fix. She scrubs it down and after a few minutes it is as good as new.
Satisfied with the bathroom, she comes back into her bedroom. Brick snoring away, oblivious to the world. She takes a moment to examine him. He looks very peaceful when he's not being cocky or sly.
She gently pushes back some pieces of hair that managed to escape his braid. Lightly brushing the pads of her fingers against his forehead. Examining the rest of him, she decides he looks funny in her pink sheets. Red was always his color, but despite that she feels like this is where he belongs anyway. Away from danger and whatever the hell problems he's been getting himself into.
Looking over at the alarm clock, it is now three in the morning. Deciding that there is not much to do at this point, she walks over to the other side of the bed to get some sleep.
She puts some pillows between them so that neither of them accidentally rolls over into the other. She slides into bed noting now much warmer the bed is because of his body heat. Whereas when it's just her, it is always cold due to her ice abilities.
She appreciates the change in temperature, being in a toasty bed. Rolling over onto her side she watches Brick breathe in and out and the pattern eventually puts her to sleep.
When she awakes it is 7:00 am. Her internal alarm clock being right on the dot. She realizes that she rolled on top of the pillows that she put as a barrier and basically cuddled up against Brick.
Blossom blushes and quickly gets up out of bed. Brick seems to still be completely out, so she examines his wounds and they are basically healed. If you look hard enough, you can see faint scars where damage was done. She knows this all too well from her own skin.
Deciding to get dressed for the day, she walks over to her closet and picks out an outfit. She dresses quickly in the bathroom just in case he happens to wake up.
As Blossom is brushing her hair, she can't help but wonder whthe other two Ruff's are. Surely they would be in on whatever Brick was doing, right? She hasn't seen Butch and Boomer in quite sometime, but they surely would need help just like Brick.
Especially since they are more careless than Brick. They would also need X to help them heal. Perhaps even larger doses than what she has been giving Brick.
Her thoughts are interrupted when she hears Brick groan. Quickly finishing off her ponytail she goes to his side. His arm is thrown over his eyes and he has thrown the blanket off exposing his bare chest. She does her best to not stare.
"Brick?"
"I feel like shit." he moans out.
"You look like shit." she replies back.
"Well that's not very 'everything nice' of you."
Well, at least he can volley remarks back.
She knows that he needs to rest, but the Professor and her sisters will be up soon. She helps him sit upon the edge of the bed, and her heart aches a little when he rubs his face.
Thankfully, he isn't fighting her and she helps him put on his shoes. Walking back to her closet, she pulls out a pink oversized tshirt that she uses for lounging around the house.
When she presents the shirt to him, he rolls his eyes.
"Really? Not even a white shirt?" he asks. Now it's her turn to roll her eyes. "It's only for a little while Brick. Just until I get you home."
He reluctantly agrees and lets her pull the shirt over his head. She steps back and admires him in his new color.
"Who's Pinky now?" she smirks. "Har har, take a picture. It will last longer." he says while being annoyed. Blossom laughs at this and Brick decides that it's nice to make her laugh instead of mad at him.
He blinks at this thought and mentally scoffs at himself. As if he should care about her feelings.
Well, maybe since she does help him.
Blossom sticks her head out into the hallway and makes sure that the coast is clear and then moves towards Brick to help him stand. He shoos her away claiming that he can do it, and they exit her bedroom.
They make it down the stairs and they both hear someone walking towards them. In a panic, Blossom shoves Brick into the coat closet and slams the door.
The Professor stands on the opposite end and gives her a questioning look. "Good morning, Blossom. Is everything alright?"
"Good morning, Professor! Yes, everything is alright. Just looking for my backpack. Guess it's not here." Blossom replies quickly. Brick rolls his eyes. She is such a terrible liar. The Professor lifts an eyebrow at this. "Are you sure? I could've sworn I saw it in there last night."
"Really? Let me check again." she says before the Professor makes a move to look. Brick looks around and grabs the first backpack he sees as she opens the door he hands it to her.
She grabs it and just as quickly flings it back at him. Confused and groaning at the force he realizes he handed her a white and blue backpack. He quickly corrects himself and hands her a pink and red backpack.
She slams the door again and he gives a frustrated sigh at how obvious she is being.
"Yep, here it is! Bubbles put her backpack right on top of mine." Blossom states.
The Professor gives her a funny look, but thankfully doesn't question her.
"That's good, I'll be down in the lab today if you need me alright?" he says. "Yes, alright I am going to be out for a bit going on a study date." she says. Brick lifts an eyebrow at this. A study date? Really? Although, this time it didn't sound like a lie.
"Oh, with that nice boy? What's his name again?" The Professor asks.
"Dexter," Blossom replies. Brick recalls hearing that name in the news a few times. Boy Genius Moves to Townsville. The thought of Blossom spending time with him willingly? Barf.
Although, the thought of this irks Brick all the same.
"Ah, yes, Dexter. Nice young man," he says with a thoughtful voice. Brick doesn't miss the approving tone he uses while saying this. Of course he would think that Dexter would be a good match for his highly intelligent daughter. Why wouldn't he?
"Well, I must get down to the lab. I need to get more Chemical X. I feel like I have been going through those vials rather quickly." the Professor says walking past Blossom. She internally winces. She was hoping that he wouldn't notice the supply of Chemical X going down. Brick, on the other hand, is slightly amused that she had been stealing some for his benefit. But he also felt like an ass about it.
"Yes Professor, I will see you later. Bye!" Blossom says.
"Bye! I love you. Stay safe," he says.
Brick hears a dolor open and close from a distance and then Blossom opens the door.
"You are such a terrible liar." he says scowling. "Well excuse me, I've never had a reason to lie before." she says crossing her arms and making her way to the front door.
"Yeah, like the study date? Really Pinky? On a Saturday? Who'd believe that?" he says before realizing what he is saying. He didn't mean to bring that up, but since it's already out in the open...
He's following her out of her house as the conversation continues.
"What? That wasn't a lie." she says as she locks the door. He had suspected that she was telling the truth, but he was dumbfounded all the same.
"Really? With that dweeb?" he says. Blossom gives him a confused look. "I didn't know you knew Dexter, he is highly intelligent." she says. Her face turns into a smirk "Why? You jealous?"
He rolls his eyes at her "First of all, no I don't know him and second, as if."
"Whatever you say, Pinky." she says walking past him. She knew it was a stretch for Brick to be jealous. He could honestly hate her for all she knew.
He huffs in response at the name and follows her. He gets in the car as she turns on the engine. He is grateful at the fact that she doesn't bring up that he can't fly or use most of his powers from how much damage he took last night. He suspects that he'll be good as new in the afternoon.
They make it to Mojo Jojo's old lair that the RowdyRuff Boys claimed as their own after Mojo left town for good.
As Brick is opening the door Blossom speaks up. "Brick. I know you don't want to tell me what's going on, but please just be careful."
This stops Brick in his tracks. Does she actually care or is this a good little super hero speaking?
"I know what I'm doing Blossom." he says stepping out of the car and slamming the door.