Genie Project scraps

A possible or twig future driven by the actions of The Patron.
== Biological Clocks ==
How would Blossom come to be carrying Button, tho? Or maybe she starts thinking that having a fluffle of her own might be nice, and this flyer appears in the mail for a new, state-of-the-art fertility clinic, first twenty applicants are subsidied?
You know who else gets one of those flyers?
Ames.
Bubbles is /incensed when she doesn't.
"All the better to be a wonderful cat lady," says Feng. 
"You stay outta this, cue ball."
But your idea would work just as well, because, yeah, Blossom's fairly likely to start thinking fluffle-y thoughts at some point.
And creates an opening for ....
== Decisions, Decisions ==
"So which babydaddy did you pick?"
Blossom rolls her eyes, hands over a sheet of paper.
Bubbles snaps the paper straight. "Let's see ... over six feet, thin build, brown hair, brown eyes, good health, no genetically-linked disorders ...." A grin creeps across her face.
"What're you thinking?"
"You know who this sounds like, right?"
"No?"
"Buttercup."
Blossom blinks.
Bubbles cackles.
== Spreading the News ==
Blossom takes a deep breath, pokes the contact.
Gramma picks up on the first ring, demands, ""Why are you not working in the middle of the day?""
"Gramma, it's Monday. We're closed. We're always closed on—"
""This is why you do not get ahead.""
Blossom gazes heavenward. "Listen, Gramma: I have something important to tell you."
""You and your pretty boyfriend—""
"He's /not my—"
""—are having a baby?!""
Dear god she sounds hopeful.
Deep breath. "/I'm having a baby."
""Not with pretty boyfriend?""
Now she's disappointed.
"Well, uh, I was offered a place in this fertility study that'll pay for all my prenatal care and give me a little allowance after the baby is born. I picked a donor from a big list and they took one of my eggs and—"
""Why go through all that craziness when you could have sex with your pretty boy—""
"It's not—I'm—he—look, it's complicated, but the short version is I'm pregnant."
Silence.
"Gramma?"
""You are really having a baby? Not teasing your gramma?""
Blossom smiles. "Yes, Gramma, I'm really having a baby."
""You will need help. I will be there tonight.""
"Gramma, I don't—"
""/Tonight. I must go pack. Go lie down. Protect my great-grandbaby.""
"/Gram—"
A chime.
Blossom sighs at her mobile.
=== If Liu is involved somewhere along the line ===
blossom-c: Do you monitor all calls in and out?
[blocked]: I've secured your grandmother a ticket on the second-next flight as well as transportation to and from the airports.
blossom-c: That would be a yes
blossom-c: And thank you
[blocked]: Yes, I do monitor all communication in and out.
[blocked]: And you're welcome.
[blocked]: :)
Blossom snorts.
== Uncanny Resemblance ==
Gramma accepts the bundle and coos.
Button grunts.
"You had sex with your pretty boyfriend, good," she says, then adds something in Cantonese to Logan.
Who blushes furiously.
Blossom huffs, "Gramma, we didn't—"
"Then why does my great-grandson look like him?"
Logan loses all colour.
Button yawns enormously.
"Logan's not the only guy who looks kinda like that." Shifts against her pillows. "Besides, he never came to the clinic with me, so how would they even /get his DNA—"
Logan shudders.
"What?"
">The Defense Corps has it." Swallows. ">Took stem cells from every Ranger."
"That is so creepy," says Bubbles.
">Was in case we got hurt." Swallows again. ">S'posedly."
Blossom rallies, "Not that I believe they /did use Logan's DNA, but how would they've gotten a hold of it?"
Button snores.
Everyone stares.
"My great-grandson sounds just like your pretty boyfriend."
"It's uncanny," adds Bubbles.
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