Hello people out there. I have a new story out!

This is just a story I have been working on. I don't know what you will think but I like it very much.

I had a fun time working on this and hope you like it too.

Please enjoy 'Sweet Dreams'

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Butch's POV

"Are you ready, boys?" Brick said with a smirk. We were standing in the center of our living room, waiting until it was dark enough to give us cover for our mission. Mojo had told us about this little mission a few a days ago but Brick said we should wait for the new moon, since it would be harder to see us in the dark of night.

"Why are we doing this again?" Boomer asked, bored. I rolled my eye and glared at him. He shouldn't have forgotten the details of this mission that quickly, I mean Boomer wasn't smart but he wasn't that dumb.

"We are getting a chemical from the man who created the powder puffs. Mojo says it will make us invincible." I grumbled.

"Then why doesn't he get it?" He asked as we flew off through the midnight sky. Only Boomer's streak of light was unseen behind us. He really was this stupid. Mojo couldn't even break into a paper bag let alone the house of our enemies. Brick stopped flying and floated above the house, and Boomer and I followed. All the lights were off in the house. This was going to be so easy it just wasn't even funny.

"Boon, got your lock picks ready?" Brick asked. Boomer dug around in his pocket and pulled out his kit.

He tossed in up and caught it while saying, "Always ready." I don't understand what fun there was in lock picking, but Boomer always thought it was. Oh well, I guess every family has to have that one weird one. I did a quick survey of the house and something caught my eye.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Boom, but your skills will not be needed." I smiled and pointed do the white house below them. A single large circular window was opened. There were black curtains flying out it to the dark night. Like I said before, this was too easy. My brothers and I flew down and filed into the room. We instantly recognized it as a bedroom. There was a computer on a desk on one side of us and a bed on the other side. And dresser was next to the window and the door was right in front of us.

"Whose bedroom do you think this is?" Boomer asked trying to get closer to the bed but Brick stopped him.

"Are you an idiot?" He yelled in a hushed voice. "What if you woke this one up?" I looked around quickly, and even in the low light of the night I could clearly make out the major surplus of jade green. I knew what green looked like in the dark.

"Dudes, this is Butterbutt's room." I whispered through clenched teeth. I was not afraid of one simple girl, I just didn't want to wake her up and have to abort the mission this early. If we already had the chemical, I could take care of her easily while my brothers got it back to Mojo. Boomer took a couple steps back from the bed and I saw Brick flinch when she rolled over in bed.

"C…come on, guys. The lab is down in the basement. Let's get what we came here for and get out." I wanted to laugh, but choose not to. Brick was actually afraid of stupid Butterbutt? Who would have ever guessed? Now I can use that against him later. I can't wait! Just as we started to leave the room, Butters started tossing and turning in her sleep and making scared squeaking and moaning noises. She looked like she was having a very scary nightmare. I really wanted to know what she was dreaming about. I wanted to be able to use this weakness against her. How easy and sweet it would be to watch her fall in fear and cry? Buttercup crying at my hands was something I would pay to see. She shot off her bed into a sitting position making both my brother jump. I would have rolled my eyes at them if I wasn't so stunned to hear what she screamed.

"BUTCH!" I heard my name load and clear. It sounded as if she was calling out for me, but why was her secret. My brother and I stayed completely still, however it was for different reasons. Boomer was scared. Brick didn't want to be seen, and I, well I just couldn't seem to move. I was not scared of her, or anything she thought she could do to me, I just couldn't move. Thankfully, she did not notice us and pulled her knees up to her chest. She banged her forehead against her knees and whispered to herself. I couldn't make out everything but I did hear her say, "Get out of my head." I was guessing she was talking about me, but I could be wrong.

I didn't understand why I would be on her mind unless we were fighting. And I know from experience that the dream she just had was not dream where we fought. I would sometimes dream where we fought. I would sometimes dream about crushing her, beating her, and many times I got close to killing her. The only reason why I had yet to do so was because I always woke up just before she could take her final breath. I tried to think of other reasons why would dream about me but none came to mind that were actually possible. She couldn't be dreaming in a romantic way that was clearly out. I knew I was hot, I even had many girls fighting for my attention, but this goody-goody powder puff was not like most girls. She had no intention of looking at me as a lover, not that I would like her anyway.

Then very slowly and quietly, I hear a sound coming from Buttercup's bed. I looked wide eyed at my brothers to see if I wasn't just hearing things. The look on their faces told me I wasn't and I smiled in triumph. Even if it was only from a dream, I had in a way made her cry. I, Butch Jojo, toughest member of the Rowdy Ruff Boyz had made the one and only Buttercup Utonium, of the powder puff girls, the toughest girl I had ever met cry. However, as I listened to her cry curled up on her bed my joy slowly turned to shame and guilt. Never before had I felt this way, and the longer she cried the worst it got. It felt like someone was holding my heart, and with every second she continued to let her tears flow the more they squeezed it. I was almost doubled over in pain by the time she was done. She laid back down on her pillow, not even bothering to fix her blankets or wipe her tears. I thought it was strange how she never noticed three extra sets of eyes in her bedroom. I can't understand why she didn't see Brick's red eyes or Boomer's blond hair. I then thought of something that made me wonder. Could she have seen me and thought I was part of her dream? We all stayed completely still, waiting until we knew she was asleep.

It was about ten minutes before Brick said, "She has to be asleep by now. Come on; let's get what we came here for." He turned and walked out of her bedroom with Boomer on his heels. I however, found myself moving in the other direction. I didn't know what I was doing; it was almost as if I had no control over my own body. I walked over to her bed and grabbed a tissue off her bedside table. I carefully turned her sleeping face towards me and wiped away her tears. I was shocked to see they were still falling in her sleep. I threw the tissue away before fixing her blankets, making sure she would stay warm. With all the girls I had been with dated or hooked up with; never before had I cared about them. They could have disappeared and I wouldn't even lift a finger, even if it was my fault that they were gone. Why was I trying to care for her, this Power Puff, my enemy? Once I made sure she was fine I went to follow my brothers. It wasn't hard finding the basement; it had a large steel door with five different locks supposed to keep it locked. I guess Boomer got his fun in the end. "What took you so long, Butch?" Brick asked. He already had the chemical in his hand, and at the moment he was doing something to figure out what was actually in the thing. He wanted to know so he could duplicate it if he needed to. Boomer was just looking at all the pictures hanging around from all the years the girls had been alive.

"I was trying to find out something we could use against them." I lied. I couldn't even begin to explain my need to care for Butters and neither did I want to. Even if I did know anything about what happened, my brothers would never let me forget it. I couldn't let my reputation be broken by the stupid act of wiping away a girl's tears away and tucking her in.

"Find anything useful?" Boomer asked, almost with anticipation.

"Besides Butterbutt dreaming about me and crying, nothing useful to us." I shrugged my shoulders. Boomer's anticipation deflated and we just stood there waiting for the results. I was bored out of my mind waiting, and of course Brick wouldn't let me play 'mad scientist'. There was absolutely nothing to do. I had half a mind to go wake up the girls, just to start a fight, but Brick would be mad at me if I did and if I knew I could kick Brick's ass without even trying, I didn't want to get yelled at for no reason.

Finally after what seemed like forever, Brick said, "Great, we got everything we need here. Let's go before anyone wakes up and discovers us." Boomer and I nodded before we went back up stairs and left the house the same way we came. We flew back home quickly, not seen by anyone, or at least anyone who could stop us.

"Oh, my boys, did you get it?" Mojo asked and brick handed him the chemical in the test tube and read aloud all the things the old man had put into it. Brick and Boomer stayed with the monkey talking of the details of the mission while I went up to my room. I kicked the objects in my way as I made my way over to my bed. I jumped on it and sprawled out across it, staring at the white ceiling of my room. I was letting my mind think back to Buttercup. The image of her crying was eating away at my mind, as while as trying to figure out why she had cried too. She looked to be having a nightmare, and then she called out for me. Did I do something to her, or did something happen to me? She told me to get out of her head, or at least I think she was talking to me but it could have been the dream itself that she wanted out of her head. But that had to mean that she had that dream before didn't it? Then she proceeded to cry for almost five minutes straight, not to mention the ten minutes she cried herself to sleep, and my brothers and I waited. Fifteen minutes was a long time to cry, even by a weak girl's standards. And I don't care who you were, Buttercup was not a weak girl. She was weak compared to me, even Boomer was stronger than a girl like her, but I had to admit that Buttercup was the strongest girl I had meet since I was created by Mojo in that jail cell.

I then thought about the guilt I felt when she cried and what had made me wipe away her tears I had as much care for her as I did for the town we lived in, which by the way was none at all. Besides I had hit her multiple times in the past, with no restrain, and never once did I feel guilty about it. Then again, she never cried when I hit her threw four different building with the side of a bus. Why now am I feelings these things? What had changed to make me feel and act the way I had? "Ugh." I yelled. "Fuck this shit! I can't do this anymore!" I was thinking way too hard about everything and all the questions with no answers was fucking annoying. I kicked of my shoes and socks and threw my shirt across the room before turning off the lights and crawled into the bed. I would go to sleep and by tomorrow morning I will have forgotten everything about Buttercup. It will be as if it never happened. That was all I needed to do, forget. However, that was not as easily said as done. All night my dreams were about Buttercup and they were not in the way that I wanted them to be about. I was constantly saving her and then I would fight alongside her, and not against like it should have been. I almost didn't want to go back to sleep a few times. I was Butch Jojo of the Rowdy Ruff Boyz, I was evil from when I was created, I should not be dreaming about being with my enemy but I just couldn't get her off my mind no matter how hard I tried to do so. When I woke up in the morning, not only was I completely exhausted. I also had not forgotten Buttercup. This was not a good start to the morning.

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Buttercup's POV

I groaned as I woke up. I was frozen but that was my fault for leaving the window open all night. There goes that theory that cold helped get rid of nightmares. If anything it was just made them worse. Maybe I would try heat next, if cold did the opposite of what I wanted, so then I would try the opposite of cold. I changed my clothes and trudged downstairs to the smell of warm pancakes. Bubbles had fresh pancakes, fruits, and a nice steaming jug of freshly made coffee. She herself was standing in front of the stove making more pancakes than the four people she was feeding could eat. Blossom wasn't up yet and I could hear the Professor shuffling through a lot of things downstairs, almost as if he lost something. If he had lost something, then he would ask Blossom about it when she woke up. She would help in the lab sometimes, and knew exactly where everything was. I took no attention to the noise and took a seat at the table and poured myself a large cup of coffee. After a long sip, I could feel the hot liquid warming me up from the inside out. "Did the cold help at all?" Bubbles asked, looking at me through the corner of her eye. She didn't want to burn any of the food because she knew that no one would eat it if it was burnt. My blue sister was the only person who knew about my nightmares. Almost two months ago I had woken up screaming, not much different from last night but it was loader than last night's so she heard me and woke up. I tried to tell her it was nothing when she came in to check on me but she wouldn't listen to my false stories, and at the time I was too tired to really refuse her advances. I told her all about my dream of the one and only Butch Jojo of the Rowdy Ruff Boyz. I know I shouldn't be dreaming of him or at least not in the way I was dreaming about him. I was dreaming about him, me, us, together. I was almost embarrassed to tell my little sister of some of the things I had seen us do in my dreams.

I shook my head slowly, and sighed. "No, if anything it only made then worse. He died in my arms, and…" I couldn't say anymore because it scared me too much. I could still feel his blood on my hands. It made me shudder to think of it. I never wanted to see or feel him dying ever again; I knew I would never be able to handle it. "I'm going to try heat next, cold made it worse; maybe heat will make it better."

"I'm so sorry, Buttercup. I guess we just have to do a little more research. Do you think you can hold out a little longer?" Bubbles seemed a little hopeless in her words and it wasn't helping my moral. "Though, I still think you should confront these dreams, maybe talk to…" Bubbles started but I stopped her by slamming my coffee cup onto the table, splashing a bit on the table, and stood up from my seat. When she first found out about my dreams she had suggested the same course of action, but I refused. And no matter how many times she brings it up as a solution, I will keep refusing it. I will never allow myself that embarrassment.

"Bubbles, I am not, and will not go and talk to Butch and tell him about my dreams. I don't care what I have to do to get rid of them but will not go to Butch. He would never take me seriously and probably never let me forget that a 'weak girl like me' had to crawl to him to get rid of a few dreams. I refuse to be seen as a 'weak girl' in front of him!" I tried hard to keep it a hushed yelled but it didn't help that I still yelled at my younger sister. I slumped back down in the chair and sighed heavily, holding my head in my hands. "I'm sorry, Bubbles, I know you are just trying to help. I had a hard night sleeping last night after that dream; I must have had it like two or three times last night. I am exhausted." I forced a deceptive smile on my face, making Bubbles smile too. "I can hold out. I have lasted six months already; I can go a little longer. And with the two of us working together, no one can stop us."

"Who is not going to stop you? And what can't they stop you from doing?" Blossom asked coming into the kitchen, her hair as perfect as ever. I don't know how she was able to sleep and not get bed hair.

"Nothing that has to do with you, Leader Girl, we were just talking." I said, finishing my coffee and starting to go for food. Blossom looked at me but did not say anything. She sat down next to me and filled her plate with fruit and a few pancakes. She was about to take a bite when the Professor came running up the stair, looking like a mess.

"Someone took it. It's gone." He kept repeating. We all had to work together to get him into a chair and calm down enough to speak sense. "Someone took Chemical Z (A/N I just couldn't help myself. I'm sorry). It was a new chemical I was working on that was supposed to make you three stronger. It's gone and they also did a scan and printed out all the components I put in it." The Professor was worried; I could see it all over his face. I felt really guilty for not closing my window the first time I saw Butch die, I was just too weak from seeing it that I didn't want to move, I had to cry myself to sleep. I cried myself to sleep after every time he died in my arms. I knew that had to be how they got in, whoever it was.

"What's so bad about that?" I asked leaning back in my own chair. "It might be nice to have a real fight again." All the villains had gotten too easy to defeat. I was looking for a harder fight, that way I could get the stress from these stupid dreams out.

"No, you don't understand." The Professor almost yelled. "Chemical Z wasn't finished yet, it is not stable. If whoever has it was not careful and mixed it with the wrong ingredient, it could blow up, taking out half of Townsville with it!" I would have fallen out of my chair if had gone backwards instead of forwards. We were all silent, taking in the news. This was not a good start to the morning.

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SO there is the first chapter and I hope you liked it.

I actually have this whole story already typed and ready, but I am waiting for reviews.

SO if you want more of the story you better review

Thanks for reading.