Gasoline 1

Author Note: This story was inspired from We Meet Again on this fandom. I need to double check on how to spell the author's name...oopsies. *Embarrassed smile* R and R! :D

The blonde moaned ever so softly as she rolled over on the bed. She was usaully a morning person, sure. But today the sun was just going to be endlessly shining right in her eyes and bugging the ever-loving mess out of her. Groaning loudly, she yanked herself up onto her feet and stumbled drowsily to the mirror.

Her hair was a total and complete mess. Her blonde locks were everywhere, tangled up in numorous bunches and her bangs in all in her face. Blinking her big, bleary blues, she walked in a sort of trance to the bathroom and yawned loudly.

The hot water made her muscles relax and remove all the grime off her weary body. Things hadn't been easy for her when she got out of college. So this alone time was just what she needed. She wanted it to last forever.

But of course it wouldn't.

She tamed her hair into a low ponytail that eased between her shoulder blades and rubbed the rest of the sleep out her eyes. Stretching out, she slipped on a light blue tanktop and light blue jean capris, putting her feet into her tennis shoes. During high school, she'd had her fingers and toes grow in and flatten out.

Not exactly a painless process, either.

Finally satisfied with the twenty three year old looking back at her in the mirror, she made her way downstairs softly. She knew what was coming. The anticapation made her more jumpy, and she let out a shaky breath.

I can do this. The last time, she thought to herself weakly, I am strong. I am tough. I am beautiful.

"You little..." his angry eyes cut into her soul as soon as she stepped into the room, "what the heck do you think you're doing? Sneaking around like that! Did you really think you'd get away with that, you scrawny, ugly ingrate?"

He snatched her shoulder, and she shakily choked out, "Get your filthy hand off me."

"What was that?" he grinned a crooked, twisted grin, "oh, baby. Don't be fiesty. It'll make it so much harder on yourself."

His grip tightened as he drew his hand back, his target obviously her face, and she jerked backwards weakly, "I said let me go."

"Baby, you're just so stubborn..." her cheek stung now, and she gathered all her bravery to stop on his foot.

"Let me go!" she cursed like a sailor after that, kicking his crotch and running as fast as she could from that blasted house. There was no way in hell she was ever going back there.

Not back to the lowlife that was Mitch Mitchelson.

The former Green Puff just didn't know why her sister had ever missed with him.

Then again, she was always the sweet one. She tried to see good in him. She really, really did. So she tried and failed.

She'd about had a heart attack when the two had disappeared off the face of the Earth for a month. She'd been pretty much a wreck through the duration of that.

When they'd come back, she knew that her sister had been changed. She was more quiet, and her smiles were forced. She was not her little Bubbles.

But she said it was all fine. It wasn't, and the raven-haired sister knew it.

So she'd done what she'd had to to help her little sis escape from him.

After all, both knew it was her battle, too.

The leader of the Powerpuff Girls was doing her very best to keep in touch with her sisters. To know what was going on in their lives. And even more so to Bubbles. Buttercup wasn't the only one who knew something was screwy.

But she had a family now, too. Her sisters were embarking on the starts of their young lives. The redhead's love life had flown when she was in high school.

"No answer?" her husband inquired to his wife as he strode in that day from working at the hat company.

"No," she shook her head, "I'm worried about Bubbles, Brick."

Smiling a little, he assured her, "Then I'll go find her for you."