Disclaimer: I do not own Winx Club.

Yes, it's me again. As you can see I got bored of sticking to one storyline and have started another fanfic. This one will be short, I promise.

Enjoy the first chapter, and feel free to leave any feedback!

-Ryan.

Musa was bobbing her head up and down to the beat of the music filling her eardrums, a steady song that made it easy for her to focus on her metamorphology homework. She tapped a pencil on her notepad in time to the music, tempted to grab a second and play along to the drum set, when the door to her room busted open. Even over the volume of her headphones, the door hit the wall with a noticeable bang and the usually perky blonde she knew so well stormed inside and swung herself on Tecna's bed. Musa's dark-skinned roommate followed her friend's example.

"What is it this time?" Musa rolled her eyes as she plucked a headphone out of her eardrum. Living with Stella and Layla was never an easy task, as the two had such conflicting personalities; Stella being a devoted shopaholic, Layla your typical sporty tomboy.

Layla turned on her side from her bed to face Musa, making her wavy brown hair fall over the left side of her face. "Guess."

"Well it can't be Stella, or you'd be at each other's throats by now," Musa smirked. "Uh… Amaryl?"

"Close, but no," Stella frowned. She'd crossed her legs atop Tecna's bed and was examining her hair for split ends.

"Tecna?"

Layla shook her head. "Nope."

"Flora?"

"You're getting closer," Stella sang.

"Give me a clue?"

"Flora's roommate…"

"Bloom!"

Stella brushed her blonde hair behind her shoulder. "Bingo."

"What did the Golden Child do this time?" Musa snorted. This wasn't the first time the girls had stormed into her room like this. Last time Layla literally kicked the door open while Tecna was on the phone to Timmy, making her jump and almost drop the phone out of the window.

"What didn't she do?" Stella grimaced as she hopped off Tecna's bed and shuffled onto Musa's. She lay on her belly beside the musical fairy and tore a blank piece of paper out of her notebook.

"She didn't let a rogue troll get away from Pixie Village without a good telling off. She didn't cower away when he tried to take a swing at her. She didn't fly in at the very last second and take all of the glory – oh wait…" Layla's face hardened. "That's exactly what she did!"

"Every time," Stella sighed as she doodled on the paper infront of her. Musa could sympathise with her friends, she truly could. How many times had she and the girls fought off monsters and villains only to have all of the credit given to Bloom for doing next to nothing?

"That girl needs to step off that high horse of hers and be taught a lesson," Musa thought out loud before she realised what she'd said.

"What do you mean?" Layla pulled herself to the edge of her bed, letting her legs swing back and forth eagerly.

"Well why does she have to take all the credit? It's not the Bloom Club, is it?" Musa hesitated, picking her next words carefully. "I say we show everyone who does the real work."

"How?" Stella asked as she finished what she was drawing. Musa peered over her friend's shoulder – in the centre, taking up most of the page, was a love heart with 'S + B' drawn in fancy lettering, decorated with flowers, smaller love hearts, stars and suns. But in the top corner, so small that Musa could barely see it, were five miniature fairies flying above a sixth on her knees, bowing her head in shame.

"We show her she's not the boss."

Layla cornered Flora as she came through the front entrance to Alfea after her lunch with Helia. She still had a smile stretched across her face, and her cheeks were still fairly pink. Skipping down the corridor without a care in the world, she at first didn't notice her friend tailing her to the bathrooms.

"Goodness Layla, you scared me!" Flora gasped when Layla's reflection formed behind her own in the mirror.

"We need to talk." Flora froze.

"I'm sorry I borrowed your handbag! It was one time, and I promise you it's in my wardrobe, and no one's touched it! I'm so sorry!" Flora blurted out. "Phew, now I feel much better."

Layla was taken aback. "It's not about a bag – although I do want that back – it's about Bloom."

"Bloom?"

"Aren't you sick of her always taking credit for the things we did? We help too, you know! Yet Bloom's the one always receiving praise from Faragonda. The girls and I are sick of it."

Flora shuffled her feet awkwardly and kept her gaze fixed on the pink nail polish on her toes. She knew how Layla felt. Bloom was the one everyone assumed did all of the work, because she was the last one to be seen fighting. Flora's own talents were never recognised as equally amazing as Bloom's. Nor were Stella's, Layla's Musa's or Tecna's, for that matter. Flora had been a faithful friend and had stuck with Bloom whenever she needed help, and not once had the fairy gotten a thank you. Maybe friends shouldn't have to thank friends, but Flora atleast wanted Bloom to tell Faragonda once, just once, that it was a team effort.

"So am I." Layla was astonished, she never would have guessed that Flora felt the same way. She was always the sweet one, never to cause arguments or start trouble. Fair enough, Flora wasn't all smiles and sweetness – everyone had a dark side – but Layla never would have guessed it was so close to home. She felt relieved, in a way, to discover that one of her dearest friends had a spine.

"Musa's holding a meeting in her room tonight, when Bloom's asleep. You'll tap a secret knock-" Layla tapped a simple beat on the worktop of the sink – "against your wall to let Stella know the coast is clear, then you'll sneak into Musa's room using the same knock. Understood?"

Flora nodded her head enthusiastically. "It's about time we stood up to her!"

"That's the spirit," Layla grinned. "So you in?"

"Yup!"

Stella peeked down aisles in the library, scanning each table carefully in search of her pink-haired friend. She couldn't help but notice that the library stank of cat food, or that the carpet did not match the wood used for the book shelves. Not that she'd complain. She had better things to do.

"Psst! Tecna!" Tecna looked up from her notes to see Stella poking her head between two books on a shelf.

"Stella?"

"I'm here!" the blonde whispered loudly.

"I know," Tecna rolled her eyes. "What are you doing?"

"Barbatea banned me for a week, so I'm hiding," Stella winked. Tecna wasn't surprised. "I have to talk to you!"

"Now?"

"It's urgent."

Tecna folded her hands neatly in her lap, curious as to what Stella thought was urgent enough to interrupt her studies in the library. "Well?"

"Great Dragon." That did it.

"I'll be right there," Tecna nodded as she stacked her notes into a neat pile and slotted them into a notepad. Silently, she followed Stella out of the library with her notepad still tucked under one arm.

"She's done it again!" Stella growled, throwing her hands dramatically above her head. "Layla and I were in the woods with Bloom, we see this big troll thing attacking our dear pixies in their village, so Layla and I told him what's what. When he wouldn't leave, we transformed and tried to take him on. For some bizarre reason, he went after Bloom, and before he could knock her into Lake Roccaluce, I sent a sun burst at its head, giving Bloom time to transform. She takes it out with one of her oh-so special Dragon Fire spells and she gets all the credit!"

At first, Tecna didn't understand why Layla, Stella, and even Musa were so annoyed that Bloom got to visit Ms Faragonda's office more than the others, but a few missions after it had been pointed out to her, Tecna had seen a pattern. Each time the Winx Club – as in all six of them – fought against a villain of some kind, Bloom was given all of the credit. For doing next to nothing. That's when Tecna found herself joining in with the girl's rants in her dorm room. Stella's was too close to Bloom's and Flora's, and they didn't know if Flora felt the same way or not.

"What are we going to do?" An evil smile curled on Tecna's lips as she marvelled in the thought of Bloom no longer being the centre of attention. The pink-haired fairy wasn't an attention seeker herself, but she wanted some recognition for her efforts.

"Tonight, there's going to be a meeting in your dorm. Construct a battle plan. We want this girl taken down." Tecna nodded in agreement, and found herself linking arms with Stella, who was strolling slowly towards the bathrooms by the main entrance. There, she saw Layla and Flora, deep in conversation. The pair stopped talking once they saw Tecna and Stella, and Layla gave Stella a questionable look.

"We're in."

Bloom was sleeping soundly in her bed, her gentle snores muffled by her thick duvet. Flora had stayed in bed an extra ten minutes longer, just to check that her roommate really was asleep. When she was sure, Flora knocked on the wall that broke off her room from Stella's. It only took a second to hear the knock mirrored back.

Flora slipped out of her bed, allowing her feet to find her comfy pink slippers that matched her pink pyjamas, and guided her way blindly towards the door. She found the handle without much trouble, and pulled it down carefully so it wouldn't squeak. She opened it a crack, and saw Stella was tapping her foot impatiently on the other side.

"Come on Flo!" Stella mouthed, hoping Flora would get the message. Flora extended her arm to reach Stella's hand, and the two girls padded softly to the other end of the room, towards a third door near the back.

Stella wrapped on the door, and waited for the 'come in' before opening it. Tecna was sat at her computer in a fluffy lilac robe, typing out something neither Flora nor Stella could see. Musa and Layla were sprawled across Layla's bed, the former in her dark red pyjamas and the latter in baby blue shorts and a white vest. In front of them were blueprints of Magix.

"When I said 'construct a battle plan', I didn't think you'd mean literally," Stella giggled as she closed the door behind her. Tecna looked up from her computer monitor and smiled.

"We want this done properly."

"That we do," Layla agreed as her fore finger traced the outer lines of a Red Fountain dorm room.

"It's ready ladies," Tecna announced with a final tap on her keyboard. A hologram shone out of the camera on her computer monitor, showing a picture of Bloom in action. A title enlarged in the centre of the picture that read 'Operation: Mutiny'. Classy.

"I didn't realise there's be a presentation," Stella grumbled as she collapsed on Musa's bed. Flora perched herself quietly on the foot of the bed, crossing her legs.

"I have assigned you all specific roles for this project, of sorts," Tecna began as she handed out slim paper folders, each one with a name on top. Flora opened hers tentatively and found her school picture in the top right corner, and her personal information ordered to the left. Underneath was her job specification.

"Mole?" Flora read out. Tecna nodded.

"You're Bloom's roommate. The term mole is given to those who are on the inside, so to speak," Tecna explained. "As Bloom's roommate you have better access to all of her personal belongings without it being too suspicious, though this is not an excuse for you to be indiscrete. Bloom will also come to you first with personal matters which we can use against her. It's a very important job, Flora."

"That's all well and true, but why am I a designer?" Stella wondered aloud.

"We need someone to design and create our disguises and spy uniforms-"

"We get uniforms?" Stella squealed excitedly. The rest of the room shushed her. They couldn't wake Bloom!

"Yes Stella, you're going to be our designer. Now Musa and Layla, you'll be stalking Bloom to her private meetings with Faragonda. Layla will be there to look out for any threats, and Musa will be taking note of the conversations using her enhanced hearing abilities. I will be in charge of the technical side of things."

"Sounds wonderful Tec, really, but what is the plan?" Musa questioned after reading her own personal briefing.

"Allow me." Tecna pressed a button on her keyboard and the image on the hologram shifted to a blueprint image of the grounds of Alfea. "For the next few days, we shall record all of Bloom's activity – where she goes at what time, any incoming calls, impromptu visits and the like. That way we get a better understanding of our target." She pressed the button again – this time a Red Fountain blueprint materialised. "I have already noticed that Bloom and Sky have had very little physical contact, meaning that their conversations have taken part over the phone for the past few days. With the lack of schoolwork due in next week, she'll be taking every opportunity to visit him at RF. I have already discussed the matter with Musa, and we're using Riven as an outsider, seeing as he likes Bloom just as much as we do."

"But we do like Bloom, don't we?" Flora asked uncertainly. She didn't hate Bloom, she just didn't like the way she was acting. What she and the girls were doing would nudge her back onto the straight and narrow. They were helping her.

"Of course not Flora!" Musa assured her. "We all love Bloom, and that's why we're doing this, to teach her a lesson. Then she'll be an even better friend."

"Carrying on," Tecna rolled her eyes, "the actual stage, per sae, will be Black Mud Swamp." A picture of the swamp in question replaced the beautiful snapshot of Red Fountain. Stella felt queasy just by looking at it, but she knew better than anyone that it would look more believable if Bloom ran into trouble in the swamp.

"Are we going there?" Layla asked, feeling a little queasy herself. She had yet to visit the swamp, and she wouldn't admit it to the girls but even her adventurous side felt like taking a nap when it saw the image before her.

"Yes, towards the end of our mission." The hologram disappeared and the girls blinked heavily to adjust their eyes to the dim light again. "So are we all in?"

"I'm in," Musa nodded, her hand reaching into the empty space between her own bed and the one she was lying on.

"Me too!" Stella's hand landed on top of Musa's.

"Same here!" Layla agreed, letting her hand lie on Stella's.

"Don't forget me!" Flora piped up. Tecna gave a small smile and let her lily white hand fold over Flora's tanned one.

"Okay, go ABC!" Stella cheered. The girls' hands rose in the air triumphantly.

"ABC?" Musa raised an eyebrow.

"The Anti-Bloom Club! Has a ring to it, huh?"

Musa shrugged. "Alright, to ABC!"

To say that Stella had worked hard all night on the ABC's uniforms would be a gross exaggeration – she had also skipped breakfast and half of first period. Her fingers hurt from pinching fabric whilst the magic needles and thread stitched them together, her eye lids were hanging heavily, and her stomach grumbled louder than a thunder storm. She'd called into Ofelia's office claiming she was sick, and when the school nurse had burst into her room with Griselda in tow, there was no doubt that Stella was telling the truth.

The five outfits were folded neatly on the edge of Stella's bed, a name on top of each one. Her own was at the end of the line, with Layla's coming before. Despite her expertise in the field of fashion, Stella had resisted altering Layla's outfit to make it look more girly. It was a simple pair of white shorts and a baby blue vest top. Flora's was a light pink dress dotted with small orange flowers. Musa's was a pair of denim shorts that would cling to her legs, but not too tight so she'd be able to move, and a dark red spaghetti strap top. Tecna's was much more practical – a lilac skirt with a thin green line where the belt loops would be, and a matching shirt with white and duck blue chequers in the centre.

Stella's was a simple white halter top that tied at the bottom, and had a collar with tiny orange swirls on the hem. This was paired with a soft orange skirt that flowed outwards when she twirled. What no one would notice that the girls could turn their outfits inside-out with a simple spell, so they would turn black and equipped with pockets to store various spy equipment, courtesy of Tecna. If necessary, they could turn the girls invisible with your basic 'chameliotis' spell. The added touch was a stroke of genius, if Stella said so herself.

As she was eyeing her creations proudly, Stella heard a faint buzz beneath Musa's outfit. She slipped her hand underneath to retrieve her phone, which was shaking violently in her palm. She pressed the answer button, and Brandon's face appeared infront of her.

"Hey snookums, I heard you weren't feeling too well," he gave her a sad smile.

"Hi Brandon! I woke up this morning and I just felt awful," Stella pouted, flinging her body onto her bed.

"Aw sweetie, want me to come over?"

Stella's eyes scanned the room frantically. "Nope, I'll be fine. Won't Codatorta be on your back for skipping class?"

"I got let out as a reward for doing extra training sessions on Tuesday. Are you sure Stell?"

"Positive!" she answered a bit too eagerly.

"Is there someone else?" Stella would have laughed if he didn't sound so serious.

"No! How could you even think that Bran? I look a mess - you can't see me like this in person!"

"Oh." Brandon's cheeks turned several shades of pink, and he looked rather bashful.

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm outside your room."

"What!" Stella dropped the phone, leapt off her bed, gathered the clothes in her arms and tossed them into her closet. Just in time aswell, as Brandon had opened the door to her room and walked in.

"Are you okay Stella?" Brandon asked uneasily. His girlfriend was panting rather loudly, and her blonde hair was sticking out at all ends from its ponytail. Stella noticed this at the last minute and started to panic all over again.

"Oh gosh! You can't see me like this!" She paced the room, searching for her make-up bag which she'd misplaced to make room for all of the material for the outfits. It was nowhere in sight.

"Take it easy Stell," Brandon stepped towards her, cupping her face with his hands. "You're still beautiful."

Stella planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you Bran," she smiled gratefully.

"What, no more?"

"I'm sick remember?"

Brandon swept her off her feet and carried her onto the bed, laying her down gently. He then tucked her small body under the duvet and lay next to her, propping her head on his arm. "I'll take the risk," he grinned, before planting a kiss on her mouth.

Musa knocked on the closed door to Stella's room with her free hand whilst the other gripped tightly onto rolled up maps and information sheets Tecna had given her. Riven was balancing an entire box of personal information in his strong arms, and was growing impatient.

"Stell?" Musa knocked again, this time a little louder, but once more no one answered.

Instead of waiting for Stella to eventually open the door, Riven kicked it open himself. Musa shuffled inside awkwardly and found Stella fast asleep in her bed, curled up next to Brandon who was flicking carelessly through a Teen Fairy magazine. His head turned up slowly and his face filled with surprise when he saw Riven accompanying Musa.

"Sorry to interrupt, but we need to bring this stuff in here." Riven's head jerked down to the box in his arms before he dumped it loudly on the soft pink carpet. Stella stirred, but didn't bat an eyelid. Brandon brought her closer and folded his arms around her waist tenderly, making sure she was still comfortable.

"Do you mind? She's really sick," Brandon growled. Riven rolled his eyes and sat on the work stool tucked under Stella's desk. Musa leant against the wall, the maps and sheets still in her arms.

"What are you doing here Brandon? Riven said he had training today," Musa asked curiously.

"Riven did, but Brandon thought it was a good idea to skip training to see his girlfriend because according to him, he'd made up for it by working in the gym," Riven smirked. "By the way, Codatorta's looking for you. Don't forget to take some ice because after he's done with you, he'll need to cool off."

"Ha. Funny." Brandon propped Stella's sleeping head on his chest, and her arm instantly wound around his torso. It made him smile.

"You're so whipped."

"Atleast I'm not carrying a huge box up flights of stairs for my girlfriend," Brandon pointed out, making Riven blush. "What are they for, anyway?"

"School project," Riven lied.

"Right. Well I'm gonna stay here until Stella wakes up, so you can just leave the stuff here if-"

"No!" Musa cut him off a bit too loudly. She couldn't leave Tecna's work here – what if Brandon saw? What if he told Sky? "We'll just take them to my room."

"Okay, have fun plotting your revenge against Bloom!" Musa froze halfway out of the doorway.

"What?"

"Stella told me everything. I found the clothes."

"Please don't say anything Brandon!" Musa pleaded, stepping over to the bed.

"What? A plan to take down Bloom and you didn't tell me?" Riven gasped.

"Stella told me you were in on it too, Riven."

"Damn."

"Why couldn't I get involved?" Brandon furrowed his brows, offended that his friends had left him out of the scheme.

"We didn't know if we could trust you, with you being so close to Sky and all…" Musa mumbled, suddenly feeling guilty that Brandon wasn't in on their plan.

"Well you can, and I won't tell him a thing. Promise."

"We don't have to let him in on it," Riven hinted as a joke. Brandon threw a pillow at him.

"Alright, you can join. But no more! The ABC can't take any more members, and poor Stella's tired from making all those clothes!"

"She won't have to make any more, our Red Fountain uniforms come with everything we need for spy work," Brandon grinned. Stella let out a long yawn and sat up in bed, allowing her honey eyes to flutter open carefully.

"Good morning sleepy head," Musa sang as Stella rubbed her eyes sleepily.

"Musa?" Her head turned to her right. "Riven?"

"Don't forget me," Brandon smiled as he rubbed slow circles into her shoulders with is thumbs.

"Brandon," Stella sighed, snuggling up to her boyfriend.

"Musa? You in there?" Layla stepped into the room with a line of thick wire wrapped around her wrist for Tecna's latest invention. She stopped in her tracks when she noticed Brandon lying with Stella. "Oh, hey Brandon."

"You sound pleased to see me," Brandon chuckled. "So when's the official ABC meeting?"

"He's in on it too?"

"Unfortunately," Riven muttered under his breath. He didn't mean it, Brandon was one of his best friends, but he knew that the brunette would make it as awkward as possible between him and Musa, and Riven wasn't in the mood for any more complications. They came incredibly close to breaking up when Valtor was around.

"Where's Flora and Tecna?" Musa asked.

"We're here!" Flora answered from the threshold to the dorm. She and Tecna were carrying a box each filled with wires, chips, monitors, and other items the rest of the girls were unfamiliar with. Tecna set the box next to the one Riven was carrying earlier. Flora did the same.

"Okay! I guess we're all here!" Tecna clapped her hands together enthusiastically. "Welcome to the first official ABC meeting – as you know the plan of action starts tomorrow-"

"Ahem."

"Yes Brandon?"

"What's my job?"

Tecna thought for a second. "You'll be on RF patrol with Riven."

"Great," Riven groaned. Brandon threw another pillow his way.

"Enough joking around guys, this is serious. If we want to do this properly, then we must remain focused. Stella, have you designed the outfits?"

"I made them!" Stella announced proudly. She hopped out of bed, still in her dark green pyjama shorts and a pale yellow vest, and opened the doors to her closet to hand out the outfits.

"I love it!" Flora beamed as she held the dress against her.

"Whoa, good job Stell!" Musa grinned.

"Thanks girls, it took me all night!"

"I guess we can start now, then!" Tecna declared. "To the ABC!"