Come Back to Me Chapter 1: Prologue: The Dream, a powerpuff girls fanfic

Authors Notes:

[Me, Cynthia, Dexter, the Puffs (including Bunny and Bell), and the Ruffs are all hanging out in the Puff's living room]

Me: *lies back in chair* I'm board!

Cynthia: *slumps next to me* Me too, nya!

Bunny: Well, what do you want to do?

Me: *Thinks about it for a moment, then sighs in defeat* I have absolutely no idea.

Bubbles: *suddenly perks up* How about a movie?

Boomer: That sounds fun.

Dexter: But what movie did you have in mind, exactly?

Butch: I say we watch "The Fast and the Furious"!

Buttercup: No way, "Rush Hour" is the way to go! Jackie Chan ROCKS!!!

Blossom: Nah. How about, "A Walk to Remember"?

Dexter & Brick: I'll watch whatever Blossom watches. *both stop and glower at each other, while Blossom just lets her head hang and sighs*

Cynthia: Ooh, ooh! I have an idea! Why don't we watch, "Come Back to Me", nya?

Everyone except Cynthia and I: Huh?

Me: It's an AU story I based off of Powerpuff Girls D. *turns to Cynthia* That's a great idea; let's do it! *Opens up laptop, and brings up story on the computer* All right Cynthia, do your stuff!

[Cynthia's eyes turn red-violet as she lifts her hands in the air. Words, letters and phrases flow off my computer monitor and into the Plasma TV screen in front of where we are all sitting.]

Bell: Exactly what is this story about, anyway?

Me: You'll find out once the movie starts. *A bowl of popcorn magically appears in my lap as Cynthia was finishing converting the fiction into film*

Cynthia: All done, nya! *Eyes turn normal and plops down next to me again*

[Lights dim and the story/movie starts to play.]

Me: Let it begin…

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Akira-kun: Bailey does not own the Powerpuff Girls or any related characters, which solely belong to Craig McCracken. She also does not own the song, "Perfect Day" by Hoku, Colgate, TBY Beanie Babies, Series of Unfortunate Events, or Bell (in the author's notes) who all belong to their respective owners. Enjoy.

Me: Oh, and one more thing. The italicized texts in the brackets are scenes that have relevance to the prologue but are not really part of the description. They're basically like little movie scenes edited into the overall story.

Everything was blue, an endless blue, a shimmering aqua, reflecting a light that had come from nowhere, but everywhere at the same time. It seemed to have a movement all its own.

In the middle of this never-ending blue, something was floating in the distance. A small figure – A girl maybe – was suspended in the watery abyss. She had a plain, light-green, sleeveless dress that went just above her knees, with white lace lining the hem. The girl also had short, jet-black hair that flipped out when it reached her ears. Her dress and her hair danced along with the sparking light that surrounded her.

"B..aa..ssss..eee…aaaa…" A muffled and distorted voice called, the sound echoing throughout the void. The girl's eyes shot open, revealing their Jade color. The first thing she noticed upon awakening was that she was underwater. Her hands instinctively went to her throat gasping for oxygen – and was then shocked to find her lungs sucking in air instead of water. Puzzled, she let her hands hover down to her sides.

Where the heck am I? She thought. The green-eyed girl took the opportunity to observe her surroundings. Blue, blue, and more blue. Just perfect, she mentally sighed. She attempted to swim forward, only to find that she merely staid in place. However, she was quite stubborn and refused to give up so easily. Her arms flew above her head, trying to reach the unseen surface of whatever pool she was in, but to no avail. She tried to swim in every direction she could think of; left, right, backwards and down, each giving her the same result: nada, nothing, zip.

"ARGH!!!" She screamed in frustration. Why couldn't she move from that blasted spot? The ten-year old crossed her arms over her chest, and her checks puffed out in irritation. Flailing her arms all over the place was obviously not getting her anywhere.

"B..aa..ssss..eeeee…aaaaaaa…!!!" The voice called again, still stifled by the water. Yet the water couldn't hide the distress and urgency in its tone. The girl's head whirled around to find the source of the noise. That name…it sounded so familiar, yet she was positive that it wasn't her own. Nevertheless, she felt like she somehow knew that name…a long time ago….

BRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!! Buttercup awoke with a start. Her chest was heaving and she was covered in sweat. The pale-green blanket she had used last night was bunched up at the end of her queen-sized bed, along with her green comforter and a couple pillows. The rest of the pillows were scattered either all round the white carpet, or in various places around the room. One was even lying diagonally on the chestnut bureau. It must have hit the painting of a sailboat that was hanging above it, since it was now hanging diagonally.

BRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!!! Ugh, that stupid ringing again! Without even turning around, she banged her fist on the big, red "off" button on the alarm clock.

"Stupid…alarm…" Buttercup mumbled sleepily. She ran her hands through her messy, midnight hair while she pondered that weird dream. What was that voice saying? She really couldn't remember; the dream was all fuzzy now that she was awake. Whatever that voice was, it sounded so familiar! Where had she heard it before? B.C. sighed and lay back on her bed, completely exasperated. Why do clocks always go off during the most important parts of a dream?

Hey… wait a second…I never set my alarm clock! Buttercup thought. She sat up and stared intently at the cursed thing, sitting all innocently on the mahogany nightstand. Her jaw dropped and her green eyes widened at the time the clock displayed.

"8:30!!!!!!" She screeched. Okay, now she was ticked. First that stupid dream and now someone had the nerve to set my alarm for 8:30 IN THE FRIGGIN' MORNING!!! She thought furiously. I mean, come on, who gets up at 8:30 AM on a Saturday? Not to mention that it was the first week of summer! When I find out who did this I'll–

"Good morning sunshine!" A cheery, high-pitched voice greeted through Buttercup's firmly locked door, interrupting her thoughts. Buttercup replied with a loud groan.

"Buttercup, you better hurry up," warned a more mature sounding voice. "Mom said that the ship's crew is serving breakfast soon and she wants you to actually eat with us." Buttercup groaned again.

"Fine, fine, I'm coming," Buttercup replied grumpily. "Don't get your panties in a bunch." The brunette dragged herself out of bed and slipped on her green fuzzy slippers.

Sun's up

A little after twelve

Make breakfast for myself

Leave the work for someone else

Buttercup opened the sliding door leading to her walk-in closet. That's right; she had a walk in closet. It's not like she really needed one though, she didn't have that many clothes to begin with. She went to the back of the closet and took out her grass green, one piece bathing suit. Might as well go swimming after breakfast, she thought. "Not like there is anything else to do around here," she mumbled.

People say

They say that it's just a phase

They tell me to act my age,

Well I am

The ten-year old quickly slipped off her PJs and put on her bathing suit. She then went back into her closet and picked out some olive green shorts that went just above her knees and a white T with a picture of a green surfboard on it. Under the surfboard it read: "Surf's Up!"

On this perfect day,

"Buttercup, hurry up!" The mature voice reprimanded again. "You better not have gone back to sleep!"

Nothing's standing in my way

"I didn't!" Buttercup replied, scowling. Sometimes her sister could be extremely annoying. "I'm almost done."

On this perfect day,

When nothing can go wrong

She put on the outfit she picked from the closet, took off her slippers, and threw on her green flip-flops. She slowly made her way to the bathroom connected to her suite. Buttercup was in no rush, even if her sister was.

It's the perfect day,

Tomorrow's gonna come too soon

She picked up her toothbrush, put some Colgate toothpaste on in and began to leisurely brush her teeth.

"Buttercup!"

"A few more seconds!" She answered, smirking through her toothpaste foam. Man, Buttercup loved to get on her sibling's nerves. BC spit out the foam and, deciding that she was too lazy to comb her hair, strolled to the door.

I could stay,

Forever as I am

Buttercup unlocked the door and threw it open.

On this perfect day

Any average child would have been speechless at the sight that was on the other side of that door. After a couple feet of wooden floor and a white railing was the magnificent wonder that was the ocean. The sea was twinkling from the early rays of the sun, the wind creating tiny waves on its surface. You could hear the call of seagulls brave enough to go that far out in the sea to catch their own breakfast; and the air was filled with a slightly salty smell. But then again, Buttercup was no average child.

Sun's down

A little after ten

She was the middle child of triplets: one of the daughters of Professor John Utonium, the most respected and successful scientist in Megaville, the town where they lived. He had made hundreds of inventions and discoveries in almost every field of science, which have immensely helped the citizens of Megaville. Buttercup never really understood why though. No, not about the inventions, about the whole "respected" thing. All of his great "discoveries" where results from some of the billions of accidents and explosions that he made in his lab. There isn't a day in the Utonium mansion, where a loud BOOM isn't heard at least once.

[The Professor is seen in a white, lab-like room, complete with his white coat getup pouring a neon green liquid into a pink one. The concoction starts to bubble and then explodes, filling the room with smoke. Coughing is heard, and then the smoke clears to reveal the Professor covered in soot with his hair standing up.]

I pick up all my friends

In my Mercedes-Benz

Oh well, she wasn't complaining. Her dad may be an overly eccentric goof ball, but he could rake in the cash. How else could their family afford to privately rent a 1,181 feet cruise liner sailing through the Pacific Ocean over the summer break?

Wake up

(Wake up)

Buttercup walked down the hallway, took a few lefts and a right, and opened the door leading to the dining hall.

Don't tell me it's just a dream

Smack dab in the middle of the room was an extravagant dining table with a white linen table cloth neatly place over it. The table was filled with delicious food: eggs, sausage, bacon, croissants, and other mouthwatering dishes. It also had six European, and expensive regal style chairs, three that were occupied by her mom and two sisters. Speaking of which…

'Cause when I've had enough

You'll hear me say,

Now don't you try to rain on my

"Buttercup!" a small, blue-eyed blonde greeted cheerfully from where she was seated, her hand waving excitedly in Buttercup's direction. The joyful ten-year old was wearing a light-blue sun dress, with white flip-flops, and a straw sun hat. Her golden locks were pulled up into two short pigtails.

Perfect day,

Nothing's standing in my way

The blonde, being 2 minutes younger than Buttercup, was the youngest of the triplets: Bubbles Utonium. This cute and blue-eyed girl was the most naïve, innocent, and sweet sister in the group. She was always thinking about others, and was utterly incapable of holding a grudge for more than 5 minutes.

On this perfect day,

Nothing can go wrong

Bubbles was also stuffed-animal crazy. She was the type of girl who had half of her luggage stuffed with plushies and TBY Beanie Babies.

[Buttercup is seen dragging a seemingly heavy suitcase in an airport of some kind. While dragging it, the luggage pops open and a mountain of stuffed animals tumble out. Buttercup glares to her right and Bubbles is seen staring at the open bag grinning sheepishly, scratching the back of her head.]

Though she had tons of the darn things, her favorite was an octopus beanie sporting a blue top hat named Octi. The blue-eyed girl was extremely attached to the toy and never went anywhere without it.

It's the perfect day,

Tomorrow's gonna come too soon

However, Bubble's one quirk was her sensitivity. She cried for every little thing, and not just a sniffle, oh no, we're talking about waterfalls over Buttercup calling her a baby.

[Buttercup is standing in a completely white room with a board look on her face; her hands crossed over her chest. Bubbles is standing to her left.

"Baby," Buttercup says nonchalantly. Bubbles starts to sniffle, then with an ear-piercing wail, starts to bawl while clutching Octi.]

She took everything literally, and one wrong look would make her think you were angry with her.

I could stay, forever as I am

On this perfect day

"Good to see you awake," sighed a ten-year old redhead sitting next to Bubbles. This sister was wearing a bright pink tankini with a magenta towel wrapped around her waist. Her rear length, orange hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, which was held up by an abnormally large, crimson red, bunny-eared bow.

La la la

The redhead was the oldest daughter in the family, since she was 1 and a half minutes older then BC: Blossom Utonium. Blossom was the most mature, sensible, and intelligent girl out of the three. She was so freaking smart, that her IQ was over 200!

La la la

Blossom absolutely loved to read, so much so that the Professor had a two-story library, twice as big as the National mall, built in the house so that she could have her fill of knowledge. It didn't help that much though; in 2 months the redhead had gone through every last novel.

[Blossom is seen in the library sitting in an enormous, red armchair reading Moby Dick. On a table next to her are several towers of tomes, sacked next to each other in a seemingly organized fashion.]

But, the weirdest thing is, she remembers everything that she reads! She's like a female, redheaded copy of that "Klaus" kid from Series of Unfortunate Events.

Oh, oh

Blossom had a couple of oddities of her own. One big one was that she has pink eyes. No, not like the fungus; her actual eye color is pink. The doctors said it was some sort of rare and exotic genetic mutation; no one else had ever been known to have pink eyes.

Another weird quality she had was that she never really goes out. All she ever does is read; hang with, what Buttercup calls, her "nerd herd"; do that week's homework plus the next week's homework; and then read some more. She is the model definition of a geek, or at least that's what Buttercup says.

I'm in the race
But I've already won
(La la la)

"We're all glad to see you," said a short, blue-eyed, black-haired woman, patting the seat next to her. "Now, come and sit. It's time for breakfast." Though the family had a lot of money, the women was wearing a simple orange shirt with a bright red, button down vest that was, for lack of a better word, unbuttoned. She was also wearing brown skinny jeans and black flats. Her black hair was in the same style as Buttercup's, except her hair was shorter and her bangs were parted in the middle, and then tucked behind her ears.

And getting there can
Be half the fun
(La la la)

The dark-haired woman was the girl's mom and the Professor's wife: Sandra Utonium, or better known as Sandy Keane. Mrs. Utonium was a very intelligent and beautiful woman who worked as a Kindergarten teacher in the local Elementary school. Education was her passion, and she dreamed of becoming principle of a school one day.

So don't stop me
Till I'm good and done,
Don't you try to rain on my

Mrs. Utonium, though usually sweet and gentle, was also very strict with her daughters. She always made sure that the girls did all of their homework and kept up with their studies (much to Buttercup's dismay). The teacher also never gave in to the girls when they tried to get what they wanted; not even Bubbles famous "puppy dog eyes" could faze her. Sandy claimed that, even though the Professor made tons of money and they could basically get whatever they wanted, she would not spoil her girls. But, her efforts didn't help much since the Professor was such a softy.

[Bubbles is seen showing Mrs. Utonium a Toys R' Us magazine, pointing to one of the beanies on the page. Mrs. Utonium shakes her head with her hands on her hips. Bubbles begins to sniffle and sulks away, clutching the magazine in her left hand. She "happens" to pass by the Professor and gives him a sad look. The Professor sighs and hands Bubbles the same toy that had been pictured in the magazine. Bubbles squeals and skips happily away, swinging her new toy. Buttercup can be seen peeking from behind a door with her mouth hanging open, flabbergasted at how quickly her dad gave in.]

Perfect day

What really confused Buttercup was how a beautiful, smart, and wonderful woman like her mom ever ended up with a guy like her dad? Yeah, she knew that they were both really smart, but come on! What does she–

[A picture of a very gorgeous Mrs. Utonium in a stunning sliver, sparkly dress is seen.]

–see in that?

[A picture of Professor Utonium wearing nothing but pink, bunny boxers is seen. His back is toward the camera, with his right leg bent up, his right arm flung in the air and a look of embarrassment and shock on his face.]

It's the perfect day

Buttercup's hands balls up into fists at her sides, glaring at Blossom and Bubbles. "Which one of you set my alarm clock for 8:30 in the friggin' morning?!" She shouted angrily.

"What ever do you mean?" Blossom asked in a sarcastically innocent tone, daintily taking a nibble of her biscuit.

"Yes Buttercup," Bubbles giggled, "I'm afraid we have no idea what you are referring to."

"Why you little–"

"Buttercup, calm down," Her mother scolded her. "I was the one who set your alarm clock last night."

"Mom! But why?!"

"Now, now, you've been sleeping to twelve o' clock in the afternoon ever since this vacation started. This trip is about spending time with the family; and that means eating all three meals with us. Now hurry up and start eating before all this scrumptious food goes to waste."

Buttercup slumped down into her seat, mumbling and grumbling as she filled her plate with the food.

It's the perfect day

Nothing's gonna bring me down

I'm pretty sure by now you know who that green eyed, black haired, grumpy little girl is: Buttercup Utonium. She was the most rough, moody, rebellious, tomboyish, and short-tempered sister among the three. The smallest thing could send that girl on a rampage through the mansion, and not only that, but she could hold one heck of a grudge.

I could stay, forever as I am

Buttercup absolutely loved sports of all kinds. At school, she was a member of all the female sport teams (and a couple of boy teams) that she could sign up for, before her mother made her stop because "it was interfering with her schoolwork". Her absolute favorite sports, though, were soccer and swimming, at which she was the captains. She had won numerous awards, all which she kept in her trophy room back at their house.

[Buttercup is seen smirking at the camera, head held high and arms folded across her chest. Behind her is what seems like miles and miles of shelves, all stuffed high with shiny gold statues, medals, and such.]

On this perfect day

Nothing's standing in my way,

Buttercup also absolutely despised school (with is kind of ironic since her mother is a teacher). She believed that school was a complete and utter waste of time. I mean, come on, what is the use of knowing what x plus y minus z times 2 divided by the square root of infinity equals? When would she ever get into a life and death situation where the only way to survive was to know the exact date of William Shakespeare's death? Because of this belief though, she has gotten herself into quite a bit of trouble, resulting in every school staff member to know exactly who she was. She was the kind of girl who would pick on her share of nerds (her favorite being Blossom), and spent half of her life in detention.

[Buttercup is seen sitting in a school desk etching "B.C. ROX" into the desk. A door with the word "Detention" painted across it in big, red, bold letters closes, then opens again and reveals Buttercup balancing a pencil and a pen on the bridge of her nose. The door once again closes, then opens again to find Buttercup's back on the seat of the chair, her legs draped over the metal bar that connects the chair and the table, continuously tossing a soccer ball into the air. "BUTTERCUP!" A strict, raspy voice scolds.]

On this perfect day,

Nothing can go wrong

The black-haired girl had a lot of quirks, but she had only one really big one: she was the complete opposite of her sisters. For example, Blossom and Bubbles were boy-crazy, while Buttercup thought all men were idiots.

[Blossom and Bubbles are seen sitting in the cafeteria during lunch staring at something off-screen. Buttercup is seen waving her hand in front of their faces calling out their names, with the occasional whistle. She follows her sisters' gazes to a cute guy sitting a few tables down. Buttercup groans and drops her head on the table while the blondie and the redhead sigh dreamily.]

I'm in the race

But I've already won

Her sisters love fashion, dressing up and other girly things, while she absolutely despised it.

[Bubbles and Blossom are seen dragging Buttercup into Bubbles' room, shutting the door behind them. A few hours later the door opens to reveal Buttercup in a really frilly, pale-blue dress with a giant light-blue bow on top of her head. The youngest and the oldest leave the room to get the makeup kit, leaving Buttercup in the room by herself. When she's sure they've gone, Buttercup tears off the dress (revealing her normal shorts and t-shirt underneath), rips of the bow and throws both on the ground in front of her. Blossom and Bubbles come back in the room and see what Buttercup did to the dress and see her glaring daggers at them.]

And getting there can
Be half the fun,

And finally, the other two are very sweet and gentle, while Buttercup is more…how do I put it?

[Still in Bubbles' room, Buttercup pulls out a humungous flame thrower and points it at her sisters.

"Buttercup, where did you get that?" Bubbles asked timidly.

"Did you break into daddy's lab again?" Blossom interrogated.

Buttercup's eye twitches and she locks the gun on its target. "Run."]

Oh yeah that's right: destructive.

[The camera zooms out and all that can be seen is the Utonium household. The roar of the fire is heard.

"MOM!!!" Blossom screeches in terror. Blasts of fire burst out of the walls of the house in various places, leaving behind huge holes.

"Come back here and fight like men!'" Buttercup shouts angrily, chasing her sisters.]

So don't stop me

Till I'm good and done,

She didn't even know how she could be related to those two "dorks". Though Bubbles had their mom's blue eyes and Buttercup had her (and her father's) black hair, no one in their family history has ever had green eyes, blonde hair, or orange hair; and definitely NOT pink eyes. But, don't start thinking that their adopted, because they're not. Trust me on this one, they've seen the videos.

[Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup are seen sitting on an enormous, red couch watching something on TV. Hospital noises could be heard coming from the television set.

"Ok breath…breath…breath and…"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"Congratulations ma'am, it's a baby girl. Oh wait, here comes another one!"

"AHHHHHHH!! OH HOLY MOTHER OF–"

The girl's eyes widen as the second baby comes out. Bubbles proceeds to faint and flip off the couch. Blossom and Buttercup stare at her with wide eyes; then Buttercup begins to giggle, then laugh, and then go all out hysterical while pointing to the unconscious blonde. She begins laughing so hard that she falls of the couch as well, and continues to laugh. Blossom then glares at her green-eyed sister and her immaturity.]

Don't you try to rain on my

Perfect day

I guess you could say that Blossom and Bubbles were the angels of the family, while Buttercup was the girl whose halo was held up her little red, horns.

[Blossom and Bubbles are seen standing all innocently in a completely white room. Small, white angel wings adorned both their backs and glowing halo's are floating above their heads. All of a sudden a huge torrent of water falls on top of the girls, leaving them completely soaked. Bubbles begins to sniffle, and then starts to cry a waterfall of tears while she falls to her knees. Blossom stares at herself for a second then angrily glares to her left, teeth clenched and hands balled up into fists at her sides. The screen flies to the left to reveal Buttercup looking the other way, whistling a random tune. On her head were little horns that held a shiny halo in place. Her spaded tail was wrapped around a long rope that was hanging down from something off screen.

"MOM!" Blossom calls. "Buttercup dropped water on us!"

"What!" B.C. retorts. "No I didn't!"

Mr. and Mrs. Utonium come running out to see what the matter is. The Professor goes and tries to comfort Bubbles, while Mrs. Utonium begins to scold a fuming Buttercup, resulting in a "dragging-of-the-ear". A flash of light appears, combined with a brief click.]

Yep, they were defiantly a "picture perfect" family.

On this perfect day

But, the green-eyed girl didn't complain (that much). How could she? Her and her family basically lived in the lap of luxury. She hated to admit it, but they were the perfect family; existing in the perfect life; living through each boringly perfect day after excruciatingly boring day. And as Buttercup devoured her breakfast, and ran out of the dining hall before her mother forced her to do anything else with the family, she couldn't help but think that, that was what today was.

On this perfect day!

It was just another "perfect" day. Or so she thought…

[movie/story pauses and lights flick back on.]

Butch & Buttercup: Hey! Who stopped the movie?

Cynthia: Sorry about that, nya. Bathroom break time, nya!

Bunny: And we're out of popcorn! Gotta go and make some more.

[Bunny and Cynthia quickly dash out of the room. After they leave, Blossom and Bubbles glare at me.]

Bubbles: "Cry baby"?

Blossom: "The model definition of a geek"?

Blossom & Bubbles: "Dorks"?

Me: *sweat drop* Um…see about that…The story is going to be mostly from a third-person-Buttercup point of view, so I, as the very serious writer I am, only wrote the way I thought Buttercup would view you girls in her head. Heh, heh, heh…

Blossom and Bubbles: *glares* Run.

Me: *sweat drop*

[Blossom and Bubbles chase me around the room, streaking lines of pink, blue and orange all over the air. Cynthia and Bunny enter just as the girls start chasing me.]

Bunny: What'd we miss?

Bell: Just Bailey ticking off Blossom and Bubbles.

Bunny: Oh…okie dokie!

[Cynthia scoots over to Akira-kun (my computer) and looks at the camera her and I secretly put there so you could see the novel/film, too.]

Cynthia: *whispers* Don't forget to read and review, nya. Tell Bailey what you think; she takes anonymous reviews so you can comment even if you don't have an account, nya. Any suggestions or observations? Please fill free to share. Reviews make us smile, nyan! No flaming though, this is her first Powerpuff Girls story, so only constructive criticism please, nya! Oh and I'll try to push Bailey to update the next chapter quickly. Thankies, nya!

Me: *still being chased by the pink and blue puffs* Huff, huff, what happen to you girls being the, huff, huff, gentle and sweet ones! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!