Author's Notes:
This story is the product of many stories all melted together with my sickness. Some have been done a million times, but as far as I know not in PPG fandom quite this way (I'm still new).
Unlike any other ideas I have found with some of the same seeds of story, Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup are still themselves. Mojo is Mojo and Him is my IC AU but still, I think, Him.
History facts/locations/religion/String theory in the world of Townsville=/= those of our world perfectly and are not met to here. After all, the show did have cavemen that looked like they could be neighbors with the Flintstones. And said 'ug'. Yeah.
Cinnamon Linen
Prologue
The smell of cinnamon was nearly intoxicating.
It hung heavy on the wind, brushing the raffia palm leaves aside from faded blue sky.
It had surprised Bubbles at first, the scent flares being Buttercup's idea.
But who would know spice better?
White sand swifted under her feet as a burst from Buttercup's scented fire came again.
Blossom wiped her tanned arm across her brow, arcing it in a line westward.
"Over there! She really must have found something!"
Bubbles nodded, looking up from the drawn line of her driftwood walking stick, dotted for the last mile with circular spirals.
"Or someone. Oh, I hope..."
Blossom sighed, shaking her head and making the long beaded sections of hair rattle.
"It's fine to hope but the reality is most likely..Oh my..."
The teens last word died into silence.
Bubbles ran into her side with a gasp, quickly looking away.
He's...hurt bad." Came the low words.
Buttercup's long hair that stubbornly remembered it's even longer edges trailed over the claw marks across Mojo Jojo's face.
Tattered lengths of his blue tunic lay against dusty fur, once black turned a mud washed grey.
Bubbles knelt, reaching a trembling hand as Buttercup turned his body away from the signal fire.
The pink and bloody section of what had once been the villain's throat made Bubbles turn away again, closing her eyes a bit too tight.
"Other chimps must have jumped him." Buttercup said, her eyes near leaving the wound. "He's a little guy, without powers..."
"We'll need water. I'll get it!" Blossom offered, her prints already lining the muddy ground.
"..and I'll, I'll..Blossom." Bubbles soft voice behind a makeshift leaf mask rang loud as a shout."The infection. I don't think he'll... be able to talk again."
Bubbles winched as the sound of wind through feathers rose to an angry beat, fading into the afternoon sun.
"I wish we were home."
