Today was going just fine, well fine until they showed up. They had been gone for ten years, and now they decide to turn up! As she lay on the ground, a pool of crimson red liquid surrounding her, she whimpered softly and opened her eyes slowly. As her soft, baby blue eyes met his dark, cobalt blue ones, she became even more scared. After all, Bubbles was scared for her life.

Boomer stared down at her, not feeling an ounce of pity. He was planning on killing her, and no one could stop him. As he pulled back his arm for a punch, he heard a whimper. He glanced down at Bubbles and saw tears forming in her eyes, some already leaking out. Boomer sighed, putting his fist down. He couldn't kill her in this state. She had to be actually trying, not just waiting for the next hit.

Bubbles knew that even if she fought back, she would still die. So she simply laid there, waiting for the next hit, waiting for the last hit she would ever feel. She gasped as he put down his fist and sighed softly. His dark blue eyes met hers, and behind them she could see his fear. His fear? She thought.

As Bubbles was thinking, Boomer could see the gears turning in her head. He wondered about what she was thinking about. After about two minutes of silence, he grew tired of waiting for her to do something. As Boomer turned to leave, she grabbed his hand. He saw the pleading look in her eyes, and almost immediately sighed in defeat. He turned around, gently grabbed her cheek, and kissed her. He than turned tail and ran back to his apartment, wondering what he had just done.