Disclaimer: sigh Unfortunately, I do not own the PPG or the RRB or any of the characters in this fic. However, I own the idea for this fic.

A/N: Ok, this is my first attempt at writing a Powerpuff Girls fanfic. I had the idea for this and it kept nagging me until I started writing this. BTW, I have already written the following chapter to this and if a few people show interest in this fic, I'll post it. Please R&R! (Remember, reviewing ensures continuance of this story ^_~)

Love Can Heal A Broken Heart: The Story of Blossum

Prologue: Sugar, Spice, and…Trouble?

Narrarator: The city of Townsville, a peaceful city with three good and responsible protectors. Let's find those three do gooders, the Powerpuff Girls! Here's one now. Look at Bubbles, so innocent!

Bubbles sits underneath a tree, studying for a chemistry pop quiz that's rumored to happen tomorrow on the first day of junior year. Bubbles' eyebrows furrow in concentration and she keeps re-reading the same page, still not understanding it. Now a student at Pokey Oaks high school, her hair is halfway down her back in low pigtails, and she has the figure of a high school junior. Her clothes have changed to blue jeans, a light blue tee shirt, and sparkly blue flip-flops. Essentially Bubbles has only changed physically. She's still the sweet little girl who loves everyone and everything and is an eternal optimist. Not to mention, she's still not very brainy and can't understand chemistry. Bubbles frowns, her sparkly pink lips trembling. A tear threatens to spill out of her blue eyes, which are covered in sparkly blue eye shadow, onto her pale cheeks. She hurriedly wipes it away and remembers that it's just a chemistry book, not something worth crying over.

Narrarator: And here's another one! Look at Buttercup, so…er…well…Buttercup is…um. Look at Buttercup, so…um…er…uh…clean!

Buttercup is crouched low on the school floor, grinning evilly. Her green eyes are fixated on a door that stands ajar about fifteen feet away from her. Clutched in her hand tightly is a string that leads to the top of the door. On top of the door is a bucket, full of green paint. A man in a suit with a prestigious look and glasses steps into the doorway. Buttercup yanks the string, spilling the bucket's contents all over the high school principal. She laughs and flies around the corner before she can be seen, leaving a trail of bright green behind her. Buttercup continues giggling while she dusts off her green, camouflage cargo pants. Her hair is still the same length, but now curled under instead of outward. Buttercup straightens her olive tee shirt and as she walks down the hallway her black, lace up, ankle boots clomp on the floor. Buttercup has a very dark tan and no make-up at all. After all, make-up is girly and prissy and Buttercup is anything but girly and prissy. Buttercup is still tough and a tomboy, just more hygienic and mature than before. Buttercup has a muscular figure and is the tallest of the three.

Narrarator: Now we have one left to find, but…where is she? Where is sweet, brainy, and responsible Blossom? Here's a red-haired girl with pink eyes, but she couldn't possibly be Blossom! Hey…maybe she knows where to find Blossom! Excuse me, red-haired girl, do you know where we can find Blossom, leader of the PPG?

A girl leans against the school wall with a bored expression on her face. Her waist-length red hair is fixed in a low ponytail and covered by a dark red backward cap. Wispy red bangs peek out of the hole in the front of the cap and below them pink eyes are hidden beneath thick black eyelashes and dark eye make-up. Her lips are a dark shade of red and her skin is tan. Her eyebrows knit as she walks away from the wall, trying to find out where the voice came from. Dozens of earrings jingle on her ears, making the rim appear to be many pieces of silver all jumbled together. Her long black cargo pants, black army boots, red cropped tee shirt, and red plaid over shirt, which is open, all spell trouble. Her exposed flat stomach reveals a silver belly button ring in the shape of a rose with a ruby as the actual blossom. A black choker, a silver pendant with a ruby stone, and a short silver chain hang around her neck and a silver chain belt is fastened around her hip hugger pants.

"Who are you?" she asks suspiciously. "Show yourself." She commands with unquestionable authority.

Narrarator: I'm the narrarator, I can't show myself.

"Oh, well, ok then." She replies confusedly. "Anyway, why are you looking for Blossom?" she asks.

Narrarator: I'm finding all of the PPG and she's the only one left unfound.

"Well, you're definitely in the right place. I know where Blossom is." She says confidently. "You're looking at her." Blossom finishes smugly.

Narrarator: Your name is Blossom too? Wow, what a coincidence! No, you see, I'm looking for Blossom, a.k.a. leader of the PPG, not Blossom the punk.

"I am Blossom, a.k.a. leader of the PPG." Blossum counters, inspecting her ruby nails, still smirking.

Narrarator: Are you sure?

Blossom nods mockingly and rolls her eyes at the seemingly idiotic question. Then she goes back to leaning on the wall and looking around, obviously waiting for someone. Blossom checks her watch and sighs. She taps her foot impatiently and stares at the school parking lot with angry, pink eyes. I hate it when people are late.

Narrarator: Well, there you have it. The two PPG, the responsible and good protectors of our city and…Blossom the punk. Sugar, Spice, and…Trouble? Could this be the end of the PPG? The end of Townsville?