So I've been meaning to write a one shot Bloom/Icy fic for a while but no ideas have come to me and also I simply haven't felt like typing it. :P But without any further delay...here it is.

Bloom didn't quite understand Icy...or witches in general. Little over a ماہ ago, the woman had religiously tried to destroy her and take her powers. Currently the woman had made a habit of visiting the woman, mostly at night when they could be alone. At first these visits were something of a horror, riddled with insults and threats. And slowly the mood changed to something almost light hearted. The witch had one night--maybe drunkenly--confessed to being lonely and in need of someone to speak to. And that she liked coming to Bloom because she enjoyed a good sass off now and again. That she wanted someone to try to knock her off her pedestal. Bloom didn't really know what to make of that; most every person she knew hated taking such blows to their ego. And until then Bloom was convinced that Icy was nothing short of pissed when she told her that she was to weak to fight her. And slowly the visits became مزید frequent...more personal. Icy would tell her about that time when she had broken into Griffin's room and چرا لیا, چوری کی all of her shoes--it was some kind of senior prank. She would also tell her stories of a deeper nature; like the time she ran away from ہوم after her mom told her that she was a waste of space and a drainage of money. Icy claimed that these words didn't hurt her, but her eyes told a much different story. The witch was about to leap from the window and make her way back to wherever it was she stayed, when Bloom placed a firm hand on her shoulder and pulled her back in. Icy attempted to shake her off with a muffled "what are آپ doing?" This wasn't the first unhappy childhood tale that Icy had shared with her and she was damn sure that the witch had a novel مزید of them. And for some reason Bloom felt compelled to comfort the woman, maybe it was some sort of fairy instinct. Whatever the reason, Bloom shortly found herself cradling a protesting Icy in her arms, running her hands through the witch's hair. Her beautiful silver hair. Bloom couldn't quite explain it, but she always had wanted to touch Icy's hair...she didn't mention that to the witch. And then Icy spoke. It was one simple word; "Why?" At first Bloom thought the witch was asking why Bloom had been wanting to touch her hair, but how would she have known that?

"Why what?" Bloom asked.

"Why are آپ doing this?" Icy questioned. "Trying to make me feel better. Not pushing me away--I would have told me to screw off...Why have آپ actually wasted your time listening to my stories?" She elaborated.

"Because I care." Bloom answered.

"But why? Why do آپ care? I tried to kill you. I don't even like you." Icy muttered.

"That's not true. If آپ didn't like me آپ wouldn't come here every other night." Bloom pointed out.

Icy shrugged. "You didn't answer my question."

"I suppose it's because...because everything is changing. I have new enemies, new powers, even my دوستوں have changed. Everything is changing, everything but you." Bloom answered.

"Where exactly are آپ going with that?" Icy asked.

"I don't know." Bloom admitted. "I guess آپ remind me of who I am, آپ keep the fame from getting to my head. The fact that you're still آپ makes me feel better about how different things have become." Bloom confessed. "I care because آپ helped me discover who I am, and I want to help آپ back."

They sat in silence for a moment and then Icy let out a slight laugh. "You truly are the most pathetic person I have ever met." Bloom opened her mouth to protest but found herself unable to speak upon Icy's lips gently contacting her own. And just like that, with one مزید light-hearted smirk, Icy leaped from the window and headed back to..."Oh Icy, where do آپ go when آپ leave?"