Dragging her feet as she trudged her way up the stairs, Blossom kept her eyes as low as her spirits. Shortly after getting home from school, the girls had been called to save the day from yet another rampaging monster. Blossom had been force to leave her poor, mutilated Aku alone for two hours. Thinking about it caused tears to well up in her eyes and her cheeks to turn pink. She stopped at the top of the stairs and clenched her fists, shaking as anger once more welled up inside of her.

Buttercup had spent the rest of the day trying to apologize, but Blossom wouldn't hear any of it. She was never sorry for anything she did. She just hated getting in trouble. Blossom rubbed her eyes angrily and shuffled to the bedroom door. Even if she really did seem genuinely sorry this time, Blossom wasn't sure when she would, if she would, forgive her sister.

Blossom sighed and opened the door. The early evening sunlight coming in through the three little windows splashed over her study desk. Blossom blinked in confusion. She rubbed her eyes and looked again. A smile spread across her face, until she was laughing. She shot across the room and scooped Aku doll into her arms, his torn limb once more attached to his body.

Giggling and laughing and on the verge of tears of joy, she shot around the room doing loops and spins, until finally diving into her bed, cuddling her doll close and safe.

"You're all better! Oh my gosh! You're all better, Aku!" she squealed. Blossom gasped and shot out of the room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen, nearly tackling her father, who was just putting the finishing touches on dinner.

"THANK YOU PROFESSOR!" she cheered, throwing her arms around him and lifting him a few inches off the ground.

"Woah! Easy there, Blossom!" The Professor chuckled, returning the hug with his free hand, "What's this all about?"

Blossom flew up to his eye level, holding the fresh and repaired Aku doll, grinning from ear to ear.

"You fixed Aku! Thank you so much! I was…I am…I just…thank you!" She squealed, giving the Professor a kiss on the nose. The Professor chuckled and watched Blossom shoot out of the room, still in the highest spirits he could remember. He returned to the stove and paused, scratching his chin.

"That's funny, I don't remember fixing her doll…oh well! As long as she's happy," he shrugged and returned to his cooking, humming a little tune.