Hey guys, my first PPG fic. Bear with me, I don't have a specific direction I want to take this, I merely came up with a concept I thought worked and decided to write it. No matter where this takes us, I hope you come with me and enjoy there ride. Possibly some PuffSlash, lots of action, some humor, and drama, so keep your 'Open' cap on your mind~

R&R

Disclaimer: I do not own The Power Puff Girls and it's characters, they are trademarked to their owners and I am making no profit from this. I only own my characters, and for some of them, it's more of a 'my version' thing of historical figures, so yeah~

The city of Townsville...

A peaceful, loving town where it's peaceful, loving populous goes about it's peaceful, loving lives. It's a beautiful summer's night, the sky illuminated brilliantly with the modest pinks, warm oranges and reds, followed closely behind by a magnificent, calming blanket of indigo and navy, nipping at the heels of twilight slowly and surely, in no rush to bring the cool, clear summer night sky to it's post watching overhead as the townsfolk finish their daily routine, some going to spend the night at home, sleeping warm and safe in their soft, plush beds, to spend time with their families and friends, while some enjoy the invigorating night life of the city, dancing to hip and now techno beats in the strobe light heavy clubs, or watching a late viewing of their favorite summer blockbuster hit movie in the 24 hour cinema.

The wind breezes through the tops of the luscious trees, bushes and flowers, tickling the top of even the tallest building in the Townsville Square, a brisk, chilly wind that the people walking and talking and laughing down on the streets below were perfectly unable to feel, as the wind rises. Unfortunately for a certain raven-haired, super powered, shivering preteen wearing an emerald green dress with a mini skirt, it seemed that those flying in midair were perfectly susceptible to it's icy caress in the darkening night sky.

Buttercup sneezed for the third time, again taking sour thanks that no one was with her at her post, as the toughest fighter had recently developed an infuriatingly embarrassing cute sneeze, like that of a small, fluffy kitten. She thought she was going to die of embarrassment when she sneezed and Bubbles had walked into their room that very moment. She smiled slightly, despite herself, at the memory. Bubbles had gasped and fawned over her for a few very long, and angering minutes, rubbing it it and yet complimenting her on how 'cute' she was at the same time... Bubbles was always a strange one, real

Cuckoo Cloudleader that girl, as Buttercup liked to put it. But, she was glad it was indeed her blond-haired, blue-eyed sister that found out, because she always was able to read her, despite never speaking about her feelings aloud or hanging a mask of anger or a scowl whenever she had been found to have similar feelings as all those other normal girls. Bubbles never had to talk to Buttercup about it, nor did she ever have to be told not to speak of things she's seen that Buttercup would rather not have public knowledge... She never had to express the conflicted feelings she would get, the kind that was too much for Buttercup to deal with and was expressed in frustration instead. No, for some reason, Bubbles seemed to be able to read her sister's mind, and... she understood.

"Feh...' the raven-haired 12 year old shook her head, and with it, shook away these thoughts. Her train of thought had been hard to keep on course for some reason for almost a year now, and she knew it had derailed from her original point early on. " Why can't I concentrate like I used to? Everything is so hard now... I didn't used to hafta put this much effort in staying on topic 5 years ago! Urghhhh...!"

Buttercup rubbed her hands quick and firm over her exposed arms, trying to rub some heat into her chilled skin, as she growled silently to herself. She never really got why, but growling always seemed to make her self feel better... like she was pushing out the pent up disaster-in-waiting that was her emotions, little by little with each snarl or grunt. The wind picked up again, rudely smacking her in the face, torturing her small earlobes that held the beginning of gauged piercings, one neon green, the other a light purple. Her medium length, spiky, punk-styled hair rustled messily as the naughty cold ran it's way through it, the raven locks shining beautifully in the premature lighting of the rising moon, free and clean save a loan hairclip; a pink skull and crossbones that Bubbles had got her for their 10th birthday.

The wind died down, as she adjusted the green vest she wore around her signature Powerpuff Girls dress, her hands cloaked in wrist-length, black leather gloves with the fingers cut off. She idly ran her fingers of the emblazoned 'B' on the back of each glove, one Pink, one Blue, as a way to remember some of the things she fought for. Buttercup's expression softened again as she let her fingers linger over the blue letter, her mind going back to thoughts of her silly, unorthodox, lovable sister... Bubbles may get on her nerves a lot, but there was no doubt in Buttercup's mind that she would give her life for her if the situation ever came up. And there was Blossom... the teacher's pet, the know-it-all, the one who had always called the shots, much to Buttercup's irritation. Oh, she just thought she was Ms Perfect, didn't she? Why was she the leader? Why should Buttercup listen to Blossom when Buttercup was the strongest? They had spared many times since they were 'born', and not once had Blossom bested her in a straight-up fight. She hit harder, she flew faster, she had more power behind her heatvision, she had the greater stamina, she could take a hit, and she was all around a better fighter than Blossom, so why?

She growled softly at herself, as she floated gently downwards and sat on the edge of a rooftop, legs dangling over the side. She already knew the answer 'why?', and the thing that made her the maddest was that she knew it was all true... Blossom was the leader because she was meant to be the leader. Her mind was faster, sharper and quicker witted than Buttercup's own, and she made sound judgments, she never let her anger take over her like Buttercup had, and despite the small percentage weaker to Buttercup she was... She had never lost when it count. Every time things looked bad, every time doom was certain, every time it seemed like it was the end, Blossom never once believed they were defeated for good. And that was something Buttercup couldn't say the same to... It wouldn't appear like it to those on the outside, but Buttercup was insecure... unsure of herself, despite her 'modest' opinions of her own capabilities.

Whenever Mojo Jojo had them outsmarted and close to death, or the Him had managed to mind control the world a year or two again, and the were outnumbered and outgunned, when the Rowdyruff Boys were an unstoppable force and things looked dim, and many other times, during all of these times, there was a moment when Buttercup realized there was nothing they could do... Anger and determination may have been perceived on her face in this times, when her scowl was her greatest emotional defense, she never really felt that way... It pained her to admit it, but in all those times... She was terrified. She was already in the mindset of the defeat and was simply waiting for their death to be swift, for her sisters to not feel any pain... But Blossom...Blossom ALWAYS thought things through... she never let those fears and doubts interfere in their work, she was just too mentally strong, and because of her, they had faced certain destruction time and again, and came out on top...

It was because of Blossom's leadership and tactics, knowing the best way to help each other as a team, that they were made honorary members of the Justice League, a 'little league' branch of the team, like the Teen Titans or The Outlaws. Buttercup was jealous, she could acknowledge that she envied her sister more than anyone or anything, if she told you there wasn't resentment there that caused her outward challenges of Blossom's leadership, she would be lying... however, if she told you she didn't love her, or that she hated Blossom, that would be the biggest lie of them all.

Buttercup scanned the sights and sounds of the street she was on, waiting for their target as she got lost in her thoughts. No, Buttercup loved Blossom... If she had to say it, as far as she knew with her budding hormones, you could say she loved loved Blossom... She would never admit it, but she would often cast glances at her 'perfect' sister, as simply... watch her. Admire her beauty, admire her intelligence and notice those minute things about her mannerisms that Buttercup found equal parts annoying and endearing.

"Hell, I don't think I'm a lesbian,' she spoke to herself softly, hesitantly. " Geez, I mean, I like boys! I definitely like boys, I mean I got 'those' kinda friends, for Pete's sake! I don't think Blossom or Bubbles can say they aren't still virgins... Hell, I probably shouldn't say anything, or I know for a fact I won't hear the end of it from her! 'Buttercup, underage sex is bad! You shouldn't give your maidenhood away so easily, you're first time should have been special~' Bah! I don't share your opinions on these things, Red, and you don't see ME lecturing you on things I don't agree with, so just get off my back!"

A sharp pain surged through her temples and behind her eyes, and Buttercup stopped her louder-than-she-thought-it-was rant to hold her head gingerly. Again?...Goddammit, what's wrong with me? These pains come all the time now...

PCHYEW~

"Buttercup, are you alright?' came the familiar voice of the leader of the team, Blossom.

Buttercup opened hers eyes that she didn't realize she had shut as tight as she did, and gazed up at her sister, floating their with a look of concern on her gorgeous face, the early moonlight giving her a pretty backdrop. Buttercup blushed for a split second, but suddenly changed. Her eyes narrowed subconsciously at her sister. Why did SHE get to be so effin' pretty? If we're technically identical by DNA, how come MY rack isn't that big or perk? How come HER skin is so perfect and desirable?!

She stopped herself, and shook out those strange feelings of resentment from her head. Why did that suddenly anger her so much? It's not like they don't have time to grow left, they're only 12 freaking years old! The way it seems is the Blossom just...well, blossomed early. Who cares if she almost has D's? They hurt your back and mess up your wind velocity when flying, anyway! And besides! She'd have those some boobs in a few years, if not BIGGER!

"Buttercup?...'

She was shaken from her indulgent thoughts by Blossom, who sounded slightly more worried than before. Buttercup realized she had been openly staring at Blossom for several minutes, not saying a thing. Blossom's face was slightly red with embarrassment and discomfort, her arms crossed around her chest. Buttercup kicked herself inwardly, and frowned at her sister and raised an eyebrow as if she hadn't just ogled her like a schoolboy, then glared fiercely, then ogled her again.

"What?" she asked shortly.

"Uh...nothing, nothing... you just were yelling something angrily, I didn't really hear what it was with the wind, but I came to see if you were okay...' she replied sensibly, with a hint of caution to her voice. She seemed really worried. " Are you okay?'

Buttercup paused for a moment there. She considered the question. 'Are you okay?' She honestly didn't think she was... For almost a year, she had been having problems... she was confused, and honestly a little scared. She would lash out at someone for no reason, had wild mood swings, thought too fast for her mouth to keep up with and would fumble during serious conversations and end up frustrated, and there were these headaches...Headaches tied with anger and paranoia...Blossom would help her. She should tell Blossom about her concerns, tell her what's been going on with her, and Blossom would be able to held her. She'd know what to do... She always knew what to do and she would help Buttercup with whatever she was going through...But, then again... 'Blossom would help her'.

"Whaddaya talking about, I'm fine!' she scoffed and rolled her eyes in 'Buttercup fashion'. " This wind was just pissing me off... Freaking cold to be wearing this girly crap up her, Red. Can't we switch to my team uniform suggestion?'

Blossom's body language relaxed, and Buttercup knew she was relieved at what she heard. The red-head frowned in a teasing way. " We are not going around dressed like The Roadwarriors, I don't care HOW many Tag Team championship they won...' she said, her face adorning itself with that smug smirk that equally made Buttercup's heart flutter and her blood boil. " We are superheroes, Buttercup, not WWF pro wrestlers.'

The raven haired brawler crossed her arms and looked to the side with a fake scowl of disappointment. " ...it's WWE now, not WWF...' she muttered. Then she looked up and looked eyes with Blossom and they held each other's stares...and couldn't hold a straight face for long. They soon busted up laughing together, Blossom moving forward and wrapping an arm around Buttercup's shoulders for support.

PCHYEW~

"Girls! What're you doing! What's so funny? I wanna know!' Bubbles said, pouting slightly as she floated in the air not too far away. Buttercup and Blossom stared at the cute face their sister was making, than at each other again, before laughing once more and playfully pulling Bubbles into their group hug, who hit with enough force to knock them over and sprawled out on the rooftop.

As they laughed, Buttercup opened an eye and peered at her sisters. The other two had landed on top of Buttercup, and both lay draped over her, holding her between them in a loving embrace subconsciously. Buttercup looked at the laughing visages of her beautiful sisters, Blossom burying her face into her chest, Bubbles resting her head on her right shoulder giggling into the sky, all of them laying there, laughing for no reason. Which only made them laugh more as they simply enjoyed each other's presences. Buttercup felt a warmth or happiness deep inside her she only ever felt with these two around, and she forgot all else. Ok, so I might be a sicko who loves her sisters more than should be normal... but I don't care, as long as I never get separated from these two... The two girls who mean more than anything to me... My sisters... MY sisters... I can't even remember why we're out here, I'm so caught up in them...

"'Daww...Idnit a purdy sight, t'ree young gills 'aving a right Kodak moment, eh?' said someone from the shadows. The voice rang of a mish-mash of two English dialects with a partial Australian flair, and felt 100% sleazy, filthy and not right.

The Powerpuff Girls gasped and were instantly on their feet, in Defensive Formation: Zeta, as they looked into the shadows near a water tower on the roof.

"Who's there? Show yourself!' Blossom demanded, her voice always steady, sure and confident.

Some cackling laughter was the reply, and long, insectoid legs capped in ratty old leather loafers came forth, followed by the tall, lanky frame of a half-grasshopper, half-human monster, dressed in a dirty, stained and tattered black dress suit. The creature twirling an moldy looking wooden cane and tilted a top hat with on hand as he bent forward akwardly, into a half bow, half curtsy.

"Aye think you 'lready know tha answer, sweets~' he said with a wink.

Ofcourse they knew who it was, it was the new criminal they came out to stake out for...

"Give it up, Springheeled Jack!' Blossom said, pointing a strong arm at him for emphasis. " You can't beat us, we're the Powerpuff Girls!' Buttercup and Bubbles nodded, the confident expression on their faces echoing the statement made.

"Hmhmhmhmhmh~' the bugman chuckled. He made a sweeping bow, going low but keeping eye contact with the red headed Puff. " Troy it, then...an putcher money where yer purdy mouths are, love."