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a_qThis was a fun crossover that basically wrote itself. It is icky sweet but well, sometimes you just have to write cutesy stuff. The fic is edited from the original version.
“Bobby, would you mind coming downstairs?”
“Sure mom, just a second!” Bobby was home for the summer holiday and the first few days had passed smoothly. Everyone, even Ronnie, seemed to be happy to have him back. Bobby suspected that it had something to do with his mother. After the awkward start, she had embraced the whole mutant issue and then some. It seemed that his mother had become the most devoted spokesperson for mutant rights since the Professor. She had even started a support group for parents to Bobby's surprise. Though after he had considered it, it sounded just like a thing she would do. Take charge, help others. Bobby was very proud of her.
“What's up mom?”
“I have to run to the store to get some ingredients for the dinner... Would you mind keeping the girls company while I'm gone?” Mom was standing at the end of the stairs, holding the car keys. Bobby stopped mid-step.
“Are these... The Utonium girls?” Bobby asked, lowering his voice. Mom had talked about the support group and she had especially told about the single-father who had three little girls. All 'special' according to mom. She’d been babysitting them when the father needed help. This apparently was one of those days.
“Oh, no need to whisper. They have excellent hearing. Come on, it's impolite to just stand there. Come meet them. Girls! This is my son, Bobby. Bobby, this Bubbles, Blossom and Buttercup.” Mom dragged him to the kitchen, where three little girls sat by the kitchen table, eating peanut butter sandwiches. Three set of eyes swivelled to his direction. Bobby almost took a step back but killed the instinct and smiled instead. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
“Hello,” came a polite reply from the girl with a shiny copper hair and ruby hued eyes. The blue eyed, blonde haired sister nodded and the last sister just glanced in his direction before returning to watch the cartoon from the telly on the kitchen counter. Even though they were distinctively different from each other, the fact that they all wore same kind of dresses made them appear like one unit. It was a bit creepy. Not to mention the fact that one pair of parents had managed to produce triplets so equally identical and different at the same time.
“There is more milk in the fridge and if everyone promises to behave while I'm gone, you too Bobby, I'll bring some ice-cream for the lot, ok? Ok.” And with that, mom dashed out. Bobby stood somewhat surprised for a moment before his babysitting instincts kicked in. It wasn't the first time he had been left to supervise younger kids, though usually they were boys and a bit older. They couldn't be so different, could they?
"So, mind if I take a sandwich too?” He asked to break the silence.
“It's your kitchen.” The Green Eyes said and her tone suggested that perhaps Bobby was a bit slow in the head for asking. The Redhead pushed the plate closer to him “Of course, here you go. We made plenty.”
“You can sit with me! I'm Bubbles. Oh wait, your mother already said that! You know, we don't have a mother but yours is very nice. If we had a mother, I’d want her to be just like yours!”
“Yeah, I think she's nice too. So...How old are you guys?” Bobby asked, biting down on the sandwich.
“You know, it's not polite to ask a woman's age.” The Redhead noted a bit stiffly, sounding like she was a fifty year old trapped inside a child's body. Before Bobby had a chance to apologize for his rude manners, Bubbles chirped in. “We are five! And we go to Pokey Oaks School, and our teacher is Ms. Keane and it's loads of fun! Today, we played tons of games. And look! I drew this!” She showed him a pink paper filled with yellow and purple daisies. Bobby nodded, appreciating the art work.
“Don't be such a baby Bubbles. Bet he doesn't care.” Came a grumpy comment from the Green Eyes, with muttered “...boys are gross” to finish off the statement. The Redhead leaned over the table in Bobby's direction and whispered: “Mitch Mitchum spilled glue on Buttercup’s favourite dress today.” Then she nodded seriously, like she had just explained the sacred mystery of women and returned to her sandwich.
“How old are you? Your mom said you go school far away, can you fly like us? We can do that, you know. Except dad doesn't want us to hurt ourselves, and we won't, and we aren't supposed to...Oh, ups.”
“Bubbles!” Her sisters objected in unison, as she obviously shouldn't have brought the topic up. Her lower lip started to tremble and her huge blue eyes started to water up. Bobby could stand a lot of frightening stuff but he didn't dare to face a crying little girl. He made a brave move.
“It's alright, watch...” With a simple turn of his hands, he sucked moisture from the air and created a flutter of ice daisies on the kitchen table. As easily as the tears had started to well up, they dried off and Bubbles started to giggle. Obviously flowers worked their charm on all females despite their age. Bobby was secretly very happy for the hard schooling he had gone through with the girls in the Mansion – if one doesn't learn a trick or two to amuse the ladies when living with teen aged mutant girls, then one is a hopeless case.
Blossom prodded the flowers with the integrity of a scientist, but the Green Eyes... She turned around to look at him and she seemed to consider his trick as a cheap shot to win them over. She squinted and in a red flash one of the flowers exploded into shiny ice crystals, showering gently on top of the kitchen table. Then she lifted her chin like a tiny boxing champion, daring Bobby to retaliate.
“Buttercup! That's mean! I'm going to tell dad and then you'll be in serious trouble!” Blossom stood up in her chair, turning to face her sister with an angry look. Buttercup crossed her arms in a defensive stance. “It was a lame trick and you wouldn't dare!”
“Say you are sorry! You hurt Bubbles and Bobby's feelings and this isn't our kitchen! We are not supposed to use our powers. That is the rule.” She sounded like a stern little general and the red bow and heart-clip in her hair didn't undermine her authority. Bobby himself wanted to apologize and she wasn't even ordering him around. Buttercup kicked her feet with nervous indecision but when she noticed that her sister eyes had started to well up again, she reluctantly said: “I'm sorry I broke the flower. And used the laser indoors. Sorry.”
“No harm done. Here you go sweetie.” Bobby assured and created more daisies for Bubbles. She rewarded him with more giggles and by the time mom was back with the groceries and tub of ice-cream, whole incident was long forgotten. Only the little pin size hole through the kitchen counter remained as a souvenir for the afternoon.
“Bobby, would you mind coming downstairs?”
“Sure mom, just a second!” Bobby was home for the summer holiday and the first few days had passed smoothly. Everyone, even Ronnie, seemed to be happy to have him back. Bobby suspected that it had something to do with his mother. After the awkward start, she had embraced the whole mutant issue and then some. It seemed that his mother had become the most devoted spokesperson for mutant rights since the Professor. She had even started a support group for parents to Bobby's surprise. Though after he had considered it, it sounded just like a thing she would do. Take charge, help others. Bobby was very proud of her.
“What's up mom?”
“I have to run to the store to get some ingredients for the dinner... Would you mind keeping the girls company while I'm gone?” Mom was standing at the end of the stairs, holding the car keys. Bobby stopped mid-step.
“Are these... The Utonium girls?” Bobby asked, lowering his voice. Mom had talked about the support group and she had especially told about the single-father who had three little girls. All 'special' according to mom. She’d been babysitting them when the father needed help. This apparently was one of those days.
“Oh, no need to whisper. They have excellent hearing. Come on, it's impolite to just stand there. Come meet them. Girls! This is my son, Bobby. Bobby, this Bubbles, Blossom and Buttercup.” Mom dragged him to the kitchen, where three little girls sat by the kitchen table, eating peanut butter sandwiches. Three set of eyes swivelled to his direction. Bobby almost took a step back but killed the instinct and smiled instead. “Hi, nice to meet you.”
“Hello,” came a polite reply from the girl with a shiny copper hair and ruby hued eyes. The blue eyed, blonde haired sister nodded and the last sister just glanced in his direction before returning to watch the cartoon from the telly on the kitchen counter. Even though they were distinctively different from each other, the fact that they all wore same kind of dresses made them appear like one unit. It was a bit creepy. Not to mention the fact that one pair of parents had managed to produce triplets so equally identical and different at the same time.
“There is more milk in the fridge and if everyone promises to behave while I'm gone, you too Bobby, I'll bring some ice-cream for the lot, ok? Ok.” And with that, mom dashed out. Bobby stood somewhat surprised for a moment before his babysitting instincts kicked in. It wasn't the first time he had been left to supervise younger kids, though usually they were boys and a bit older. They couldn't be so different, could they?
"So, mind if I take a sandwich too?” He asked to break the silence.
“It's your kitchen.” The Green Eyes said and her tone suggested that perhaps Bobby was a bit slow in the head for asking. The Redhead pushed the plate closer to him “Of course, here you go. We made plenty.”
“You can sit with me! I'm Bubbles. Oh wait, your mother already said that! You know, we don't have a mother but yours is very nice. If we had a mother, I’d want her to be just like yours!”
“Yeah, I think she's nice too. So...How old are you guys?” Bobby asked, biting down on the sandwich.
“You know, it's not polite to ask a woman's age.” The Redhead noted a bit stiffly, sounding like she was a fifty year old trapped inside a child's body. Before Bobby had a chance to apologize for his rude manners, Bubbles chirped in. “We are five! And we go to Pokey Oaks School, and our teacher is Ms. Keane and it's loads of fun! Today, we played tons of games. And look! I drew this!” She showed him a pink paper filled with yellow and purple daisies. Bobby nodded, appreciating the art work.
“Don't be such a baby Bubbles. Bet he doesn't care.” Came a grumpy comment from the Green Eyes, with muttered “...boys are gross” to finish off the statement. The Redhead leaned over the table in Bobby's direction and whispered: “Mitch Mitchum spilled glue on Buttercup’s favourite dress today.” Then she nodded seriously, like she had just explained the sacred mystery of women and returned to her sandwich.
“How old are you? Your mom said you go school far away, can you fly like us? We can do that, you know. Except dad doesn't want us to hurt ourselves, and we won't, and we aren't supposed to...Oh, ups.”
“Bubbles!” Her sisters objected in unison, as she obviously shouldn't have brought the topic up. Her lower lip started to tremble and her huge blue eyes started to water up. Bobby could stand a lot of frightening stuff but he didn't dare to face a crying little girl. He made a brave move.
“It's alright, watch...” With a simple turn of his hands, he sucked moisture from the air and created a flutter of ice daisies on the kitchen table. As easily as the tears had started to well up, they dried off and Bubbles started to giggle. Obviously flowers worked their charm on all females despite their age. Bobby was secretly very happy for the hard schooling he had gone through with the girls in the Mansion – if one doesn't learn a trick or two to amuse the ladies when living with teen aged mutant girls, then one is a hopeless case.
Blossom prodded the flowers with the integrity of a scientist, but the Green Eyes... She turned around to look at him and she seemed to consider his trick as a cheap shot to win them over. She squinted and in a red flash one of the flowers exploded into shiny ice crystals, showering gently on top of the kitchen table. Then she lifted her chin like a tiny boxing champion, daring Bobby to retaliate.
“Buttercup! That's mean! I'm going to tell dad and then you'll be in serious trouble!” Blossom stood up in her chair, turning to face her sister with an angry look. Buttercup crossed her arms in a defensive stance. “It was a lame trick and you wouldn't dare!”
“Say you are sorry! You hurt Bubbles and Bobby's feelings and this isn't our kitchen! We are not supposed to use our powers. That is the rule.” She sounded like a stern little general and the red bow and heart-clip in her hair didn't undermine her authority. Bobby himself wanted to apologize and she wasn't even ordering him around. Buttercup kicked her feet with nervous indecision but when she noticed that her sister eyes had started to well up again, she reluctantly said: “I'm sorry I broke the flower. And used the laser indoors. Sorry.”
“No harm done. Here you go sweetie.” Bobby assured and created more daisies for Bubbles. She rewarded him with more giggles and by the time mom was back with the groceries and tub of ice-cream, whole incident was long forgotten. Only the little pin size hole through the kitchen counter remained as a souvenir for the afternoon.