Second part of the story… there are some songs later on in here: I do NOT OWN "I feel like a woman," "Hey Juliet," or "Hallelujah."

When the fire died down he headed inside the shelter. He knew that she wasn't asleep because she was still crying. Her back was turned to him. He sat down and watched her for a few minutes in silence.

"I want to apologize. It was mean to pick on you." he never thought he would use words as simple as that to apologize to someone.

Bubbles didn't respond, but she stopped crying.

"I would have to admit," he admitted, "I would rather be stuck here with you than Buttercup or Blossom."

She rolled over then and looked at him. Her tearstained face gave him a smile.

"Please don't cry, Bubbles."

She wiped at her face. "Who said I was crying?"

She came over and gently kissed his cheek. "Thank you for apologizing. I know that must have taken a lot out of you."

"It wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be, surprisingly."

He yawned and stretched. "I think I'm going to go to sleep. You probably should too."

She nodded and responded with, "Yes sir!"

A few days later, Bubbles gathered fresh water from the river with the husks of coconuts. Mojo went fishing again, this time though for a longer period of time. Bubbles changed out the leaves that were used for bedding in the shelter. She figured they could at least try to remain sanitary.

When that was done she made a long walk around the island, and found more things had washed up on shore from Mojo's plane. She found a radio, which was mostly still intact, and could still work. She also found some empty bottles, and a bar of soap, and what appeared to be Mojo's personal diary and a pen. Delighted with her findings, she rushed back to show Mojo.

"Mojo! Mojo look, I found your radio!" she called out with a squeal.

She sat down on the ground and turned in on and music crackled out of the speakers. It was bad quality, but pretty good for being stranded on an island. She let out a girlish giggle. Mojo came over and smiled approvingly.

"Perhaps if we were to find more things from my plane, I would be able to contact a radio station and let them know where we are."

"I also found this." She held up the brown diary and pen.

He looked furious as he snatched it away from her. "You read it, didn't you!"

"No. I didn't," she answered innocently, her little blue eyes blinking up at him.

He leered at her and blew the sand off of the cover. "Well then. Thank you."

"I'm so excited that we have a radio!" she squealed. "It doesn't run on batteries, does it?"

He tapped the shiny, hard black plates on the top. "Solar powered."

Bubbles took the water out of the coconut husks and poured it into the empty bottles, setting herself to work while the music played. Mojo sat down and got to cleaning the fish with a rock.

"Hey, Mojo," Bubbles asked. "What's it like being smart?"

He looked up at her. She didn't look sad at all. What a sad question to ask, however.

"I do not understand what you mean by that?"

"Like, how does your life differ from others?"

He smiled curtly, and his eyes trailed up to the sky. "Well, many people feel that they cannot understand my views, my methods, my plans; the ways that I walk, talk, or dress. It's very difficult to connect with people when you see them as idiots.

"Yes, it is nice to have such a big intelligent brain that is expansive and filled with knowledge, for if my brain was not big and intelligent and filled with knowledge, then being a supervillain would be incredibly hard." His eyes darkened. "But you see the world in a different light, I think. Since people are not as smart as you, it might make you think that the world has little hope. Especially with all the poverty, the world-hunger, the disease and wars…" he looked up at her. "You know, you are lucky to be oblivious, Bubbles, or not as intelligent as I am. You try your best to look on the bright side of life."

"I do?"

"Well, you're stranded on an island with your worst enemy and you seem to be happy."

"I try to put on a brave face," she responded as she put a cork in a bottle of water. "I want to be happy all the time but sometimes it's really hard. There are days when I just don't want to smile. But I do. I do because I figure that I should."

Later that night after they had their supper, Bubbles gently felt her chest to see if she could feel her rib cage easily. She was a little thin, but nothing drastic. She leaned over and turned on the radio. The sun was starting to go down, so she wanted to listen to some music. She recognized the song and smiled happily.

"Oh, this is one of my favorites." She turned to him. "I'm going to dance."

"I'm not joining you."

She looked slightly disappointed, but she did get up and dance.

The best thing about a being a woman, is the prerogative to have a little fun and—

Oh oh oh! Go totally crazy! Forget I'm a lady! Men shirts, short skirts! Oh, oh oh! Really go wild yeah, doing it in style! Oh, oh, oh! Get in the action! Feel the attraction! Color my hair, do what I dare Oh, oh, oh! I wanna be free yeah, to feel the way I feel! Man! I feel like a woman…

Bubbles twirled and danced, and she was a good dancer. She was light on her feet, peppy and bright. When the song was over, she wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Wow, that is an old song, isn't it? I haven't heard that song for years," she said, "but I remember listening to it when I was in my teens and I loved it."

Another song came on, and Bubbles got up and danced to that one too. That one she knew a little better.

Hey Juliet! I think you're fine, you really blow my mind. Maybe, someday, you and me can run away. I just want you to know—I wanna be your Romeo! Hey, Juliet!

She sat back down for a while, drank some water and then listened to the music for a while. She looked at Mojo expectantly, with a little smile on her face.

"Will you dance with me, please, Mojo?"

"No," he responded.

"Please?" she batted her eyelashes and giggled. "Just one or two songs?"

"Alright then. The next song."

They waited till the commercials were over and then a song crackled to life. A piano started to play. Bubbles looked at him.

"It's a slow song," she told him, "so we slow dance."

Reluctantly he let her pull him to his feet and she adjusted herself properly. Bubbles wasn't very tall—maybe around five foot five or less, but she managed to make it work. Mojo stretched his arms upwards and Bubbles placed her hands on his shoulders comfortably.

I've heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music, do you?

They moved slowly across the sand.

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah… Hallelujah… Hallelujah…

They adjusted more closely, moving in time, sweeping across. Surprisingly they were a good dancing pair. Bubbles was smiling, but there was a slight uncertainty in her eyes which reflected off of Mojo's. But they were getting through the song.

There was a time you'd let me know, what's real and going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you? Remember when I moved in you, the holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was hallelujah… hallelujah…

"Hallelujah," Mojo whispered gently.

Maybe there is a god above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you… It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah… hallelujah… hallelujah… hallelujah… hallelujah…

The song slowed to a stop and Bubbles looked really confused. But she smiled, and thanked him for the dance. She slipped her delicate hands from his and then turned off the radio and retreated into the shelter. Mojo looked at her. What, did he do something wrong? Why did she just leave like that? And what was with that weird lightheaded feeling… He clenched at his chest, scrunching up his shirt.

"Goddamn it," he grumbled, looking towards the fire. "It's nothing. It's not anything."

He put out the fire and dragged in the bottles of fresh water and radio. Bubbles was facing the wall again. He rolled his eyes and removed his diary. Even in the dark he could see pretty well, so he was able to write, writing the date at the top.

Bubbles found the radio from my ship, so she wanted to dance. I danced with her: a slow dance, which surprisingly was not awkward, even for my first time. When the song was over, she left me alone to go to bed. And I had this weird sensation in my chest…

This is not love, however. I have concluded that this is not what the obvious romantic answer would be. Perhaps I was nervous, or maybe I am attracted to Bubbles? Only time will tell. But the longer we stay on this island together the worse it will be.

He closed his diary and secured the fastener, and then rolled over and tried to fall asleep. He heard a shuffling behind him and then Bubbles said something.

"Um, I'm kind of cold," she murmured. "So can I sleep near you?"

"Just don't touch me."

She bit her lip and nodded, but she knew why his response was so cold. After all, she had sort of displayed rejection towards him by right after, going to bed. But it was just so weird! She had danced with her arch enemy… and yet she seemed totally cool with it. Even more than cool with it, she had enjoyed it. Maybe he had, too.

She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, Mojo. Thank you again for dancing with me."

He grumbled something and then scooted closer to the wall. Bubbles felt slightly rejected, but she just laid down and tried to sleep.

The next week went along very strictly. They scavenged for food, changed out the bedding in their shelter, and gathered water. Bubbles was starting to feel less and less welcome living with Mojo. He was seeming more and more distant, and tried to talk to her as little as possible. For a few days she tried to act incompetent so he would have to talk to her longer. But he would just get frustrated, snap at her, and then stomp away.

One night though, Bubbles had finally gotten sick of it. So she started to talk to him.

"Look, Mojo," she said, "I'm sorry if the one night made you a little bit uncomfortable. But you have to understand, I… I wasn't rejecting you. You're a very good dance partner. I just… I felt a little weird, afterwards."

He stared at her through the flames blankly.

"I think it was like… a crush," she said, blushing at the realization. "Like a really fluttery feeling, and you know that given our past… that can't happen."

"That's ridiculous."

"Huh?"

"That it can't happen?" he said heatedly. "What, because you're a Powerpuff Girl and I'm Mojo Jojo?"

"Um… yeah," she responded. "Basically."

"Well, it's obvious that your sisters won't find us for a while," he said in a dark tone. "We've been here about a week and a half, and they haven't found us yet, thus… we could change who we are."

"You mean like… try having a relationship?" she said, confused.

Mojo fell silent then, glaring at the flames. She sat up, smiling.

"Okay, okay, you know, maybe. We're not in Townsville, and my sisters and my dad aren't around…" she moistened her lips. In the glow of the firelight she looked innocent but risky. She cast a sideways glance at him, blinking slowly.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Aren't you going to kiss me if you like me?" she giggled a little bit, and floated over to him.

"Uh…" he seemed sort of confused.

"What do you mean, 'uh?' You're the one who suggested it."

She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him softly. His fur bristled from alarm. When she had pulled away, she smiled sweetly and held his hand. Despite all the years of fighting, she had delicate little hands with thin fingers (which had eventually developed in her teen years… ew.) With his finger he could trace different scars. He smiled genuinely, and looked up at her. He felt peaceful, he felt content.

"How long do you think we'll have together?"

He sighed heavily. "I do not know anymore, Bubbles."

Back in Townsville, the skyscrapers and buildings of the city were still being repaired after Mojo's last little escapade. In the distance Blossom and Buttercup could see the cranes hauling the steel bars around, the sun shining over the city.

They were at their father's house, Professor Utonium, sitting there thinking about their sister. An ache was in each of their hearts, as well as the citizens of Townsville. A few had held candlelight vigils, to which Buttercup had personally gone to and yelled that she wasn't dead, just missing.

They hadn't been able to search for her yet. They, like Bubbles, had crashed onto an island due to the force of the explosion caused by the plane. A helicopter had found them when they were still unconscious, and had taken them back to Townsville. They spent about four days in the hospital before they had to return to their normal lives, and also an overdose of crimefighting. Many of the villains had gotten it in their heads that now that Bubbles was gone, the Powerpuff Girls would be easier to take out. This however was not the case.

"We have to find her," Blossom said, sipping from her cup of coffee. "Buttercup, what if she's sick or wounded? If she could be home by now, she would have."

"Or stranded with Mojo."

"Mojo's probably dead," Blossom protested. "I mean, really, the sheer force of that explosion should have been enough to kill him. If it didn't, it's a miracle."

Buttercup tucked her hair between her ears and gave her sister a stern look. "You know that this is getting to be really stupid, Blossom. We have to go find her ourselves since that stupid rescue team isn't able to."

"We can't just take off right now, though, Buttercup. I mean, the city's a wreck. I have to be back at the mayor's office in twenty minutes…" Blossom checked her watch and sighed.

Buttercup glared at her. "Well, I have aerobics classes to teach today, but you don't see me worrying about them do you?"

Blossom looked at her sister tiredly. "I just don't know what to do anymore. It's been just about two months that she's been gone."

"EXACTLY!" Buttercup thundered, bristling. "So let's quit sitting around here and go!"

Surprisingly, it didn't take Blossom very long to agree. A minute later, a cat-like smile slowly spread across her lips and her eyes glowed happily. The two then burst out the door and flew into the sky.

Mojo snuggled next to Bubbles and felt her breathing softly and slowly in her sleep. He watched her chest rise and fall. The occasional cute twitch of her nose. Her mumblings. He had lost count of how long it had been.

True, yes, her cuteness and perkiness did get on his nerves, but he somehow found himself attached to it. It was like a song that was stuck in his head. And he believed that she loved him. Either that or she was just easy/leading him on.

He groped around in the slight darkness for his clothes and pulled them on. He figured he should get out getting fish soon. He knew that they couldn't live off of it forever. Bubbles was really thin—thinner than he was since she didn't eat much of the fish. He cringed at night when he would wrap his arms around her and feel her ribs poking out. But she wasn't sick and she wasn't showing any signs of going down that line other than how thin she was.

Mojo grabbed his fishing stick and then headed outside and foraged around for crabs and stabbed at the fish. His helmet which had covered his brain was now worthless, so he had to use a bag that he had found on the shore to cover it up. His fur was messy and tangled, though Bubbles had helped with it.

They had gone to the river and discovered a small waterfall one day, and they had played in it for a while. They laughed and splashed around and then when they had gotten exhausted, Bubbles had combed her fingers through his coarse black fur and lovingly undid the tangles as best she could.

A while later, Bubbles partially crawled out of the shelter and watched him with a little smile playing across her face, her face cupped in her hands. He didn't seem to notice her, but that was okay. Burning in the back of her mind was the day when someone would finally find them, and the magic would end. They would return to being enemies. All the kisses, all the days and (ahem) nights would just be a thing of the past. And it terrified her. She didn't want him to go back to the way he was before. He was malign and distant before and now he was really sweet. He was definitely better than any other previous boyfriends she had.

She would miss this.

Mojo turned around and saw her lying there, her now sun-kissed blond hair in front of her face, her big blue eyes peeking out from underneath. He smiled a little bit, and then picked up the fish and carried them over to the area he set aside for cleaning them.

Bubbles came out a few minutes later in her clothes, and picked up the bottles that they used for water. With one hand she held down a palm frond to block the sun out of her face. She glanced over her shoulder at him as she started floating down towards the jungle.

"I'll be back," she said sweetly.

He nodded and watched her go for a minute. Somehow, he knew that in his gut, this would be the day that everything would end. He had this feeling of dread—could it be from the fact that the Powerpuff Girls showed up every time something bad happened to him? And dear God, he was under the same roofwith one of them. Wouldn't her sisters be .

They spent the rest of their afternoon roasting fish over a fire and rearranging their S.O.S sign. Mojo tried to convince her to eat a little more, and actually did succeed—but she only ate about half a fish more.

Then they saw the sky above them vibrate and the sky flashed with a purple haze. Bubbles stood up automatically, and her heart fell, but at the same time she was excited. Those were her sisters that were repelling off of the force field.

Overhead she heard Buttercup yelling at Blossom and the two of them arguing back and forth till Blossom got the idea to go underneath the surface and laser the force field. The sky's purple haze vanished instantly and then her sisters flew in for a landing. Mojo rolled his eyes and looked at her. She was smiling, and standing, waiting for her sisters.

"Bubbles," he said gently.

She looked back towards him, and he saw that in her eyes, she was not happy. She looked heartbroken. But she greeted her sisters with that adorable demeanor of hers, and they hugged and embraced and squealed and cried a little bit.

"You're so thin!" Blossom remarked, a few tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "Oh, Bubbles, we're so sorry!"

"No, no, it's okay, I've been fine here." She smiled nervously.

Buttercup shot a violent glare in Mojo's direction. She pounded her fist into her palm, and grinned maliciously.

"Haven't given you a pounding in a while," she remarked with a chuckle.

Mojo clenched his teeth and snarled at her wordlessly. He looked at Bubbles briefly. But she didn't say anything. He thought then, She's not going to defend me at all, is she?

"Oh girls, I'm so happy to see you again," Bubbles said then, giving them each a hug.

"We are too, Bubbles."

Buttercup grabbed Mojo's hands and snapped on a pair of handcuffs. Blossom shook her head and rolled her eyes. Bubbles now swallowed, watching him. Mojo arched a brow at Buttercup.

"If you'll let me, you brute, I need to go check the jungle over. I want to make sure that I didn't leave any sort of valuables behind, which would be items that survived the crash and that—"

"—I'll go with him," Bubbles volunteered. "Just to make sure he doesn't do anything."

She led him into the jungle, deep down towards the river.

Mojo muttered, "I was lying, you know. There's nothing that I could have that I would take with me."

She turned to him and embraced him tightly. Her shoulders were shaking. He wished he could hold her, but his handcuffs made that difficult. Her tears dripped down and he shook her slightly.

"Bubbles. We knew that this could not last forever. We had best just accept it now."

"But I don't," she hiccupped, "I don't want it to…"

He stood up on his toes and leaned in for their last kiss that they believed they would ever have. She cupped his face in her hands and put all of her heart into it. It was the best kiss she ever had. He then pulled away abruptly and waited for her to compose herself. She wiped at her tears, and then led him back out of the jungle.

"No, nothing," she said to her sisters.

Buttercup snorted. "Of course. He's just stalling."

She grabbed him roughly and then they sped off for home through the sky. When they returned to Townsville, they threw Mojo in jail and then took care of Sedusa who was robbing a bank. Bubbles's return was celebrated by all of Townsville, but inside her heart was aching and hurting.

Mojo eventually did get released from jail and he returned to his observatory and tried to come up with new plans for taking over the world. But all he could think about was Bubbles, and he didn't really have the drive for it. So as not to raise suspicions, he took out a bazooka and just ran around Townsville and shot some cars. Minor stuff. And just as it used to be, the girls came by and beat him up. Bubbles though, obviously did not want to.