Hey everyone! I've gotten a lot of emails about the Thanksgiving Day oneshot I posted. Many asked that I continue the story, follow Buttercup's…situation. Well, I've finally decided to go ahead and start a new fanfiction with this. It will not be word for word what happened in the oneshot, I did change a few things. But for the most part, it is the same. I hope you all like it! :) So, here you go! The prologue. :D Enjoy!

The music roared, lights flickered, and the floor shook as the excitement of Homecoming filed the gymnasium. Techno music that oddly was danceable. Blossom and Buttercup were dancing with their respective dates as the stereos pumped, mirroring the intense thrill that ran through each and every member of the Homecoming dance.

"This is probably the best dance since our high school career started," Buttercup remarked to her sister as they slowly started to make their way off the floor.

Blossom nodded in agreement, whispering for a few drinks to her date, a guy that had an intense crush on her from Calculus class. She was silent a moment, watching Buttercup's random date leave as well, possibly to assist. "I agree. Although . . . I'm still a bit stunned you didn't say yes to Butch, but you said yes to a Kyle. You hardly knew his name before this week."

"True," she replied as she settled herself in her chair at the table. "But he's hot, and Butch is going to get seriously jealous. It's the perfect set up. A win/win situation."

"How does Butch win from that? He already acts as if you're a goddess come to life."

Buttercup remained silent, smiling at their dates as they came back with four cups of punch, and pure punch, not the spiked one. "Consider it a safety measure, to be certain it says that way," she said simply, sipping her drink before a brilliant smile spread across her face. "Butch!" she called eagerly.

As if without effort, Butch's gaze locked on hers from the entrance not too far from their table, his date as his side. His jade green eyes were practically sparking with excitement as he feasted his eyes on his favorite person. He led his date to the table, a girl that had been chasing him for months, but he never truly was interested in. She had been a last minute resort when he realized his likelihood of attending Homecoming with Buttercup had been next to nothing (having already accepted Kyle's invite).

"Buttercup, looking smokin' as always." He took her hand when she stood, twirling her to get full view of her ensemble. A short strapless, plaid taffeta print dress, with a sweetheart neckline and corset lace-up in a lime green and black color. The matching black heels, a good four inches high, only brought her about to his chin. She always was the shortest of her sister. At a mere five foot five, it irritated her sometimes that Butch was a good foot above her head.

Her eyes ran over every inch of Butch's body, taking in the black dress pants, and rather form fitting dark green button down, black tie loose around his neck. "You're lookin' pretty good yourself, boy. Did you down a bottle of steroids before you got here? That shirt looks like your about to hulk out of it."

His smirk grew into a playful smile as he watched her sit, pulling up a chair from the table over and straddling it. Chin rested on his forearms, Butch struggled not to grin like a little girl at the mere sight of Buttercup. "So how you enjoying the dance?"

Buttercup's eyes were locked on the drifting figure of Butch's date, a faint smirk on her thin lips. "Uh, better than your date it would seem. She just left."

Butch's eyes shot over his shoulder, at his no longer present date. "Huh," he said simply, returning his gaze to his princess. "Well that sucks."

"Hmm…" was all Buttercup replied, shrugging a bit as she crossed her slender legs, sending little fantasies off in Butch's head.

"Don't mind me," Blossom interrupted, bringing the two sets of green eyes to meet hers. "I have a special dance I've been saving, so I will be back soon."

"Uh-huh," the green Ruff and Puff said, smirking at each other as they watched Blossom disappear onto the dance floor and into Brick's embrace.

They watched her a moment, chuckling at the way she blushed when he complimented how stunning she was in her coral Chiffon high low spaghetti strap dress, his eyes struggling to leave the jewel beaded sweetheart neckline of her gown. He wore something similar to Butch, while his was a dark red, almost scarlet color shirt, with black pinstripes throughout. He took her into his arms, holding her close as he whispered little remarks to her in her ear, causing Blossom to giggle endlessly, almost forgetting entirely she was with another guy at this dance (who had found another dance partner of his own).

"Is he ever planning to tell her he's absolutely in love with her?" Buttercup inquired.

"Is she ever going to stop being completely blind and figure it out herself?" Butch retorted.

She considered that a second, laughing a bit to herself. "Good question." Her eyes darted right, easily finding Bubbles and her boyfriend on the dance floor.

Bubbles was curled up in Boomer's embrace, hands delicately on his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder. She wore a long, fitted material taffeta dress, with a lower back zipper and a sweetheart neckline. The pacific blue of her dress went perfectly with her blonde hair, making her look bright and peppy (like her personality). Boomer had on a royal blue button down, with a white vest and black with lighter blue diagonal pinstripe tie.

"Your date just walked away," Butch added, breaking through her thoughts.

She looked beside her, and Kyle had indeed walked away. He stood about thirty feet away, asking Butch's old date to a dance. Oddly enough, it irritated Buttercup that he ditched her. Nonetheless, Butch's moving to the seat beside her leaning onto the table in her direction helped her forget any thought of Kyle.

"Why did you say yes to him and not me?" he inquired, leaning even more in her direction as he brought his chair closer. "Would have saved our dates a hell of a lot of trouble."

Buttercup leaned closer as well, their faces now inches apart. "Now, I'd considered that. But you have a tendency to want to screw the girls you go out with."

"You make it sound like it's a bad thing."

"What makes you think I'd want us to ever sleep together?"

Butch moved in, his forehead now pressed to hers affectionately as he teasingly murmured, "Because I know you're madly in love with me."

She couldn't help laughing as she let her head fall onto his shoulder, her form shaking with giggles. "You have such an ego."

He pulled back, cupping her chin with his thumb and forefinger, bringing her eyes to his once more. Nothing was said between them, their intense gaze like a wild sex experience that no one could comprehend. The passion and desire for each other grew with every second they watched each other.

Without warning, Butch let his lips brush against hers, but Buttercup didn't fight him in the least. His lips were warm, sweet, and moist. As the kiss deepened, she felt a faint burning in her mouth, an aftertaste of the alcohol he'd had from the obviously spiked punch. It felt as if an hour had passed before their lips finally parted, both panting a little too heavily.

"Still not interested in taking my date's place?" Butch asked, though he had meant it jokingly. Nevertheless, Buttercup considered his offer a moment before shooting to her feet, gathering her jacket and purse. "Where are you going?"

"We're going," she clarified.

She gripped his hand, dragging him along. "Where are we going?"

"Get your stuff, player. You wanted to get lucky didn't ya? Move it before I change ma mind!"

It had taken the Ruff a moment to process her reply before a little flag went up in his head, and a grin spread across his face. "Ah, hell yeah!" he cheered as he darted for his table, grabbing his blazer and quickly returning to her. "Let's get outta here, babe."

Ignoring the term he used for her, she allowed herself to laugh and lead him back to his car.

xxx

"Room for two, one night only," Butch said to the motel owner.

"Here ya go," was all the guy said when he received the cash, hardly looking at Butch as he passed him the key in a bored manner. He popped his gum and returned to his Playboy magazine.

Butch ignored the irritation that rose in him at the owner's ignorance, and rudeness. But the sight of Buttercup, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, curled up in his blazer nervously as she waited, melted every ounce of impatience that he once held. "I got the key," he said when he approached her.

Her eyes lit up a bit, and she led the way to the room, his hand on her lower back comfortingly the entire way. With a shaky hand, she unlocked the door and led him into the dark room. Buttercup didn't even wait for him to turn the light before she threw off his jacket and kissed him like she'd never kissed anyone before. It wasn't long before they were panting, his shirt already off, and he was propped on top of her as they sprawled out on the bed.

"Are you sure about this?" Butch murmured against her lips. It surprised even him. It was the first time he'd ever asked someone if they were uncomfortable with sex. He just took what he could get.

"Absolutely," she said simply, letting him undo the back zipper of her dress. The kisses fell upon her like a shower of desire, hot and hungry. The steam built in the room, and the temperature rose a good fifteen degrees.

Slowly but surely, their passions overtook them and they lost themselves in the heat of the moment, and this was surely the best night of both their lives…

xxx

A month or so had passed since that unforgettable night at Homecoming, or rather, after Homecoming. Buttercup was still aglow from the experience. It was not as if she were inexperienced. However, it was as if she had been, from the way Butch had made her feel. It was like nothing she could describe, or even comprehend. Her skin sometimes still tingled where he kissed her, when he caressed her, and ever touch had felt like new that night.

"Buttercup, do me a favor," Blossom said from the kitchen. "I want you to taste something I just made."

Blossom…in the kitchen? A tight knot built in her stomach at the very thought, let alone having to think about something attempted to cook. Blossom was many things; a chef was certainly not one of them. "Coming!" she called back reluctantly from the couch in the living room.

With a grumble she made her way to the kitchen, nearly gagging at the smell that could only be described as a burning skunk, dipped in charcoal. Her hand instantly went to her mouth and nose, shielding both as if she were fighting of a smell worse than death. "Holy shit, what the fuck did you sacrifice? It smells like Satan died and rotted in here."

Blossom frowned in response, her pony tail draped over her shoulder as she leaned up from checking the oven. "It's not that bad. It's just chicken. I couldn't have messed it up that badly," she replied with a whiney tone.

"My senses would beg to differ," Buttercup retorted under her breath.

"Come try it, please."

Using all her might to walk forward, rather than run out like she wanted, Buttercup took the fork from her sister's hand and pulled apart the chicken leg set before her. She took one hesitant bite, her sister's nervous appraisal on her the entire time. Buttercup struggled to swallow it, but there was no use, she couldn't hold it down.

Without warning, Buttercup took off down the hallway, and found the bathroom toilet seat before she could process what she'd been doing. The sound of her gags only brought on more of a need to throw up, and she felt like she would be spending hours here. Luckily, it was only a minute later that Blossom rushed in, looking hurt and disturbed at the same time. "Gosh, it wasn't that bad was it? I followed the recipe down to a t. It can't be that bad."

Buttercup collapsed against the seat, flushing the toilet before the sight made her want to be sick more and panted ever so faintly.

Blossom saw her sister, and it clicked in her head faster than her middle sister's. "Buttercup, are you alright?"

"You're fuckin' chicken made me sick. Of course I'm not alright!" she snapped, sounding even snippier than normal. It wasn't even a second after having finished her sentence that her hand went to her mouth and she looked apologetic. "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Blossom. I didn't mean that!"

The pink Puff said nothing in response, having sauntered out the door, her long auburn pony tail swishing side to side with each stride. Remorseful, but unwilling to rush after her sister, Buttercup forced herself to her feet and went to wash out her mouth. Not even a moment or two later, after just finishing brushing her teeth, Blossom returned and shut the door, locking it behind her.

"Blossom? What are you doing?" she asked as her eldest sister shoved her to the toilet, having her sit and listen as she spoke.

"Take this test," Blossom demanded, shoving a small pink carton at her with force. "Now."

Uncomprehendingly, Buttercup examined the exchanged box, and reality hit her like a slap in the face. "A pregnancy test?"

A simple nod was all she received for an answer.

"What the fuck are you even doing with a pregnancy test?"

"A friend from dance got a bit of a scare last month," she explained. "I kept a spare just in case. Take the test, now."

Buttercup's hand began to shake at the thought. She was silent a moment, thinking about the date, struggling to prove the test would prove her right, that she wasn't pregnant. But, Blossom had a logical point . . . her period was six days late. "Shit," she murmured to herself. "Please, god no . . ."

Blossom knelt beside her sister, helping her open the package. "Whatever the results, I'm right here with you when you find out."

xxx

Never in Buttercup's life had three minutes felt like three hours. As she paced the bathroom, her fingers digging into her palms, her sister sat where she once did, legs crossed as she waited with eerie patience. "How can you be so calm about this?" she asked in a whiney tone. "I'm ready to pull my hair out here!"

Blossom met her gaze, looking almost offended by the question. "Do you honestly think I'm not worried here? I just have a little more self-control then you do. Just sit down and be patient. Hum that song you've been singing all week. That Three Days Grace song, whatever it's called."

A dramatic eye roll later, Buttercup sat on the edge of the tub, wishing she could just let herself fall back and let her head crack open at the impact against the wall. Unfortunately, the most it would do is put a dent in the wall, a break her piggy bank. She hummed the song, and about half way through, she groaned and shot to her feet. "This is ridiculous! Is it ready?"

"Yes," Blossom replied, glancing at her pink watch as she spoke. "Go ahead and look."

Buttercup froze. Why had she pushed for it so much? She couldn't bear to see the answer now. "I can't…you do it!"

With a hesitant step, Blossom rose to her feet and went to the counter, taking the test and staring between it and her quivering sister. "Are you sure you don't want to be the first to see it?"

There was no reluctance in her nod. "I'm sure. Just look."

Sighing defeated, Blossom flipped it over and looked at the answer, going tense at the sight. "I think you'll want to see this."

Buttercup's eyes went huge at the reply from her sister, taking the test from Blossom's outstretched hand. She closed her eyes, and after a brief breath in and out, opened them ever so slightly for the answer. One simple word…it took one simple to make this Puff lose every breath in her body, every comprehendible thought in her mind. One word, it changed Buttercup's life forever…

Pregnant