Overtaken - a BFB/II2 fanfic (very slow updates)

Watching Grass Grow

Team 2

Fan's pacing was starting to wear a circle in the already-dead grass. "Maybe we can... ahg, we don't even HAVE a flux capacitor. What if... hmm... no, no..."

"Thought of anything yet?"

"AHH!" Fan leapt backwards, almost falling over. "Oh. Hi, Black Hole. And, uh, no. I still got nothing."

Black Hole hmmed. "Nobody else seems to have any ideas either. I think we're probably running out of time, too - we might need a second opinion. Do you have any friends you can call and ask for ideas?"

Fan tapped his chin. "Well, the only objects I can think of are the II contestants who didn't make it into season 2, and... AHA!" He raised his finger triumphantly, a lightbulb sparking into life above his head. "I know exactly who to call! Thanks, Black Hole!"

"Anytime," Black Hole vibrated as Fan ran off, quickly dialing a number on his phone.

Meanwhile, a dozen feet away, II Nickel sighed heavily, bored. "Still nothing?"

"Hey, I'm more of a 'take action' type of girl, not a thinker," Needle complained.

"Don't say that!" Saw comforted. "I'm sure you've had some great ideas before!"

Pen huffed. "Well, we could really use one of those ideas right about now. My ballpoint brain is all dried up!"

" "

"Huh?" Nickel turned to Box. "Can you repeat that?

" "

The coin glanced in Trophy's direction. "You sure? He's really stubborn when it comes to his-"

" "

"Alright, alright. Jeez!"

Reluctantly, Nickel stood up and walked over to where Trophy and Lightning were chilling, bonding over cameras. He caught the tail end of a conversation. "...know the rule of thirds?"

"Of course I do! I'm not an amateur!"

"Just clarifying."

Nickel reached them and cleared his throat, catching the duo's attention. "Uh, hey Trophy? Do you have any of your protein powder on you right now?"

"Um, yeah." Trophy pulled out a small, portable container of said powder out from his cup. He suddenly got suspicious. "Why?"

"We were wondering if you could try using it on the grass to see if it'll grow."

"No way!" Trophy replied immediately, holding the plastic container close to his chest. "I'm not wasting my precious powder on some cheap dirt. There's not even much in here."

"Oh come on, I've seen your room at Hotel OJ - you have TUBS of the stuff. And besides, it's not like you actually need it."

"I... don't?"

"Of course not! You're just as weak as when you first started the competition. The powder isn't doing anything for you!" Nickel chuckled.

Trophy gasped. "You dare call me WEAK!?"

"Hold on, guys." Lightning floated between the two before they could start a physical fight. "Nickel, that wasn't very nice."

"Uh, have you met me? I'm probably one of the meanest characters in either show!"

Lightning wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he turned to Trophy instead. "It wouldn't hurt to at least put a little on the grass to try, right?"

Trophy hesitated. He quickly thought about Inanimate Insanity's prize of a million big ones, and how he'd always wanted to be rich. Helping out here and winning the challenge would give him another chance to rejoin. So, for what was probably the first time in his life, Trophy swallowed his pride and said, "Fine. But we're only using a tiny bit!"