Fate had deemed him unworthy, it was the only possible explanation of a situation as great as this. He was a creator, a scientist of the highest magnitude and respect, born into a life of mischief and unworthy bylaws, all of which changed by the ideas of science and creating a better future for man's progress, man's prosperity. Creating the Powerpuff Girls was by far his greatest achievement, none could compare. The girls were his life, his love, everything that made him proud to be a man and loving father. His life should have been complete.

Yet, the harsh reality of life and its travesties of peace plagued him to no end. Crime existed everywhere, no matter how much precaution was taken to contain it. It was like a virus that feeds on the weak and narrow-minded; it will never diminish,. Although he was happy that his girls could handle themselves, there were always those parental instincts that existed to overflow his brain with constant worry. But, in the end, it always remained the same, "The day is saved, thanks to the Powerpuff Girls!" Overtime, he learned to accept that although crime would continue to exist, there would people who were willing to fight it, who were illing to bring the ideals of peace to the light. So, once again, he should have felt content.

He had everything: a job, children to love and a loving atmosphere. It all should have been enough...but it wasn't. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, at the end of the day he was still a man, a man with needs - the most prominent being the need for companionship. Miss Keane was more of an "experiencing dating" process. She was a lovely woman, kindhearted and she loved his girls - which was a huge plus in his book - but even he could see that such a relationship could never last. They fought over her cat, for crying out loud!

Ima Goodlady... God, that name took him back. She was everything he dreamt of, kind, beautiful and such a loving mother figure to the girls. She loved him...which was all a lie. He fell head over heals in love with the woman, so in love that he couldn't think of a better wife than her, and she broke his heart into a million pieces. Ima Goodlady was none other than Sedusa, a woman who used a sexual charms to get whatever she wanted from men, persuading any one of her prime targets to do her bidding, and he was - pathetically - no different.

From then on he never sought any other woman; he figured he didn't need all the complications that came with a relationship. He would never truly love anyone other than his adorable, little girls. He would stick to his word, but it didn't mean he had to be socially inept. It seemed fate wanted to put his words to the test.

His day started off like any other. He got up, did his morning routine, went to work, watched the girls on TV as they beat another monster, and made his way home; all the same acts, but it was about to change.

He was a bit late, since he worked extra hard to get his formulas just right, so he decided to cut the traffic infested highway and take the much more shorter, and darker, route of Townsville.

Most cars didn't use the route because of all the damage the road and buildings had.

He drove through countless alleys and dodgy places. He was just halfway into the road when he heard a loud whimper, he carefully looked around and realised the sound was coming from an alley that looked really dark. He didn't want to be involved in anything dangerous but when the whimper came again, sounding distinctly like a female, his body went into auto-pilot as he stopped his car and took out his custom-made ice gun. He didn't know what he was doing. He would never involve himself in crime before but he couldn't help himself right now. If a lady is in danger then he felt it was his duty to act like a gentleman and help.

As he came to the alley where the noise was coming from, he was treated to a dreadful sight. Four men surrounded a woman who was on the floor, she also appeared to be in pain, if the blood coming from her mouth was anything to go by. The biggest of the men kicked her in the face - the hollow thumb of the blow echoing loudly - and that's when he decided to intervene.

"Enough! I don't know what your problem is but you should never hurt a woman!" Professor Utonium snapped at the criminals.

"Tch. Get out of here, loser, we're kind of busy," the big man sneered at Professor and proceeded to kick the woman in the stomach, earning a grunt of pain.

"Besides, man, she tried to come on to us - just for our money - and we don't appreciate being played. She shouldn't worry, though. We'll make good use of that body of hers," another member said as he eyed the girl on the ground.

"I don't think so," Professor said and the took out his ice gun and aimed it at the gang.

"Damn it! He's got a gun, let's get out of here!" one of the member said frantically.

"I aint afraid of just one guy," the big man said.

"The cops are already on their way. In fact, they should be here any minute now," Professor lied as he carefully pressed a button on his gun and his car, which wasn't far, started to imitate police sirens.

"Let's get out of here!" They ran deeper into the alley. The darkness enveloped the goons and they were out of sight.

Professor put his gun away and quickly made is way to the woman on the ground. She was laying on her back, breathing slowly. He checked to make sure she wasn't too hurt before he had a good look at her face. He couldn't stop himself from gasping out. Black hair with red highlights, pasty white skin, a dark red leotard with knee high boots and elbow length gloves. Only one person wore those clothes and had that skin color.

"Sedusa," Professor whispered in horror as he looked at the battered and bruised woman. Sedusa was a criminal, a careful and clever criminal, so it was a surprise to see her in such a...pitiful state.

"She's a criminal...does that mean I leave her here?" He felt like he should. She used a lot of people for her sick pleasure, used him too. Her condition shouldn't be his problem... He sighed, she was still a person who was hurt and the right thing for him do to would be to take her to the hospital. He had morals and principles to keep, and helping someone in need was one of them, within reason, of course.

So he took her to the hospital. He arrived swiftly and yelled for help. The doctors immediately arrived and took Sedusa away on a stretcher. Looking at her retreating form, he felt that he had done more than enough for a criminal and was prepared to leave, but a voice stopped him.

"Where are you going?" The voice sounded frail and tired. When Professor looked to where the voice came from, he saw an old lady looking at the direction to where the doctors took Sedusa. She then focused her gaze on him.

"Uhh... I'm going home," Professor said, awkwardly.

"And leave your girlfriend here?" the lady asked, a hint of anger in her voice.

"No, she isn't my girlfriend," Professor said, his mouth forming a thin line. That was not a nice thought - not in the least.

"Oh please! You man are all the same; you just can't take responsibility!" the lady scoffed.

"Responsibility?" Professor asked confusedly.

"You abused her... The least you could do is make sure she's okay," the lady said with a glare.

"What!? I saved her from criminals!" Professor shouted then quickly shut his mouth and looked around. Everyone was looking at him now.

"I've heard that before... Maybe I should just call the cops and report you in," the lady said.

What was wrong with this woman? Was she insane? Professor thought pretty much on those lines. This woman was attracting too much attention and he didn't want the sbsurd scenario of talking to the cops.

"No! I'll go! I'll go!" Professor surrendered as he made his way to where they took Sedusa.

"That's what I thought," the old lady muttered under her breath.

Professor walked down the hallway confusedly. He was lost. He didn't know what room Sedusa was in and he had half a mind to just leave this place already.

"Oh, there you are! Your girlfriend is in room twenty and I'm glad to say that she will be just fine! She just needs rest and time to heal," the doctor said as she led Professor to a place where he could sit.

Professor didn't even bother telling the doctor that Sedusa wasn't his girlfriend. He found it pretty strange that no one even recognized her as a criminal.

"What happened?" the doctor asked suddenly, eyeing Professor curiously.

"She was being attacked by thugs. I arrived at the scene just when one of them kicked."

"So you saved her butt, huh, like a knight in shining armour?"

Professor felt a tad uncomfortable with the gushing look the woman was giving him.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far."

"I would. You have any idea how terrible men are these days? It's almost impossible to find a decent guy."

In light of what he knew, Professor decided not to get offended by the doctor's very one-sided statement.

"I can't help but agree with you," he responded.

"Your girlfriend's lucky."

The poor man sighed again.

He called the girls, telling them that he would arrive really late and they should get some sleep - it was past their curfew. He waited for about an hour when the same woman came and told him he could see Sedusa.

He reluctantly went to room twenty and opened it. He walked in and saw Sedusa sleeping on the hospital bed. She looked very different with her hair straight instead of all over the place. She looked kind of normal, if you excluded the white skin. Professor wondered why the doctor would tell him to come see Sedusa if she was sleeping. His mental question was answered with a gasp. He quickly looked back at the hospital bed and saw Sedusa, staring at him with those green irises.

He saw her stare at him at first in confusion, then in recognition, and then in resignation, although he didn't know why. She flopped on her bed and just looked at the ceiling.

Professor cleared his throat.

"I don't know what you got yourself into but you were lucky it didn't get any worse. Don't worry, I didn't call the police since I'm not sure what crime you've committed but try anything and you know my girls will stop you. Goodnight Sedusa," Professor said curtly and then decided to leave. He was done with her.

"...Please don't go."

It wasn't what she said that stopped him cold but how she said it. She sounded so desperate, so needy, so alone. He never heard her speak that way...like her life was over, even when she was Ima.

"I only stayed to say the words I said prior. I have no reason to stay here, Sedusa," Professor said indifferently as he made his way to the door.

"I'm so sorry... Professor," Sedusa said softly.

"Oh? With the many men you've seduced and used I'm surprised you remembered my name," Professor said with a raised eyebrow.

Sedusa could never forget him, no matter how much she tried. Yes, she used him to control the Powerpuff Girls. She called him a "sap" for falling for it. But he was the only man that truly cared for her, looked out for her interests, listened to what she said, even if it was just a ploy and she was in disguise Sedusa had never met anyone like him. Every other men she had seduced were only looking for one thing from her, which she would never give them. Professor was immensely different.

"I could never forget you," Sedusa whispered while looking away from him. He was the only man she ever, EVER, felt guilty for using. It wasn't a huge amount of guilt but it was guilt nonetheless. He treated her like a queen. He actually liked her and not just for her body. He invited her into his family, giving her the task of being the mother figure in the Powerpuff Girls' lives, and what does she do? Stab him in the back. Many man had done the same things he did but only out of lust. Professor did those things out of...love? She wasn't sure if love was the right word, but he did those things because he obviously really liked her.

"And I could never forget a super villain. Good day," Professor said but he was stopped again from leaving by the same doctor from before.

"Okay, it's safe to say that she will be as good as new in a few day. So, she has to rest for a little while here in the hospital. You can make regular visits if you want. I'll leave you two to talk," the doctor said as she left the room.

"If it means anything. I thought you were a great man and a great father," Sedusa said. She meant it. He truly was a great man who deserved someone who would love him.

"So is that why you pretended to love me? Is that why you used me?" Professor said with edge.

"Look, I had to do what I could so I wouldn't have trouble with the Powerpuff Girls," Sedusa said honestly.

"Tch, so I was nothing to you," Professor muttered.

"No entirely true," Sedusa said remorsefully.

"So then why are you acting like it mattered to you. You're just trying to seduce me again aren't you," Professor glared at Sedusa.

"No! I felt bad for what I did," Sedusa said honestly.

"Since when do monsters have consciences?" Professor jabbed.

Sedusa flinched at the jab and then glared back at the man.

"You know nothing about me! You don't know what I've been through! What I had to endure! The nightmares I had to experience over and over again! Do you think I was born like this, huh!?" Sedusa gritted out as she struggled to keep her sobs in check. She couldn't stop the tears from falling though.

Professor stared at Sedusa in surprise. He never expected that to come out of her.

Sedusa bit a lip as she stared at the ceiling and sobbed quietly. She chastised herself for looking so weak, but her emotions were out of control.

"I have to go," Professor said. He was a bit torn in actually leaving. Sedusa had never looked so vulnerable before. She was an emotional wreck.

"Fine! Go! See If I care!" Sedusa snapped as she cried. She didn't know why but she felt hurt that he was still going to leave her here.

"... I'll check on you tomorrow," Professor said softly as he left the room.

Sedusa just stared at the ceiling as her tears continued to fall. She felt so tired. She didn't even know why she lost it. It was strange to her but the Professor really did affect her... His presence made her feel light-headed and her stomach momentarily fluttered.

"It's just probably the emotions talking," she said to herself and closed her eyes in order to sleep.

AN: Sorry it's a bit short but let me know what you think. R&R