Good Plan, Bad Plan

Chapter 4: Memories Return

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Disclaimer: Buttercup: Well, I wish there is something that would happen.
Bubbles: The Gang Green Gang! You wish for them? I thought you were over them.
Buttercup: Why do you gotta bring up old stuff?

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Boomer woke up groggily. There was so much noise going on around him. He slowly opened his blue eyes to see his counterpart, Bubbles, looming over him. She smiled warmly at him.

"Are you okay?" She asked sweetly.

Boomer tilted his head at her, giving her a questioning look. He sat up as he rubbed the sore lump on his head. "I think so." He answered.

"Good! Because you're about to be grounded for life!" Butch growled as he grabbed his brother's arm and yanked him towards him. "What on Earth were you doing?"

Boomer pouted as he looked down.

"Well?" Butch questioned.

Boomer looked up at him and gulped. He wasn't used to Butch questioning him. Usually it was Brick. He wasn't as mean as Butch about things. "Well, I woke up and you and Brick weren't there. You guys left me behind again so ya'll could have fun without me. You guys do it all the time. It's not fair! So I decided to make another Rowdyruff boy, so I could have someone to play with. I even made another Powerpuff girl. This way it's even on both sides!" Boomer ended his statement with a smile. Butch and the others stared at him dumbfounded. "What?" He questioned.

"Boomer, buddy." Butch's rough features softening. His expression turning from pissed off to 'I'm-so-sorry-baby-but-your-hamster-is-dead.' "Oh, Boomer." Butch placed his hands on Boomer's cheeks. "Don't you remember, Boomer? Brick isn't here anymore buddy."

Boomer tilted his head and slowly began backing away from his brother. Butch was never this kind something must've been wrong. "What do you mean?"

"Remember Boomer, the Men in White?" Butch stated as he tried to keep Boomer calm. "They shot you and Brick with a laser. You've been sick for last three years."

Boomer shook his head in denial. His memories, however, began to leak back into his head. He remembered those men. He remembered the giant gun that shot a laser at him. He remembered the pain. He remembered Butch's panicked screaming. "No…" Boomer began to whimper. "No. No. No. Where's Brick? Where's our brother?" Boomer fell to his knees, crying. Butch was next to him in a flash of forest green.

Butch cradled his blue eyed brother in his arms. "Ssshhh… Ssshhhh… It's okay." He whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

Once Boomer was calm, they turned their attention to the two kids standing on the lab counter. The girl had lavender eyes and light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. The boy had piercing purple eyes and short cut brown hair. The color of their clothes matched their eyes. The two were just sitting there staring. They hadn't said a word at all. They just sat there and stared.

"Hello." The professor walked up to them. "I'm Professor Utonium. What are your names?"

The two tilted their heads at him. They exchanged looks and nodded. The girl flew up to the professor. "Hello Mr. Professor Utonium." She greeted with a small curtsey. "My name is Bunny. It's very nice to meet you."

The girls exchanged a confused look. There had already been a Bunny and she had exploded. How could this one be Bunny also?

"I know that there was a Bunny before me, but I'm Bunny too because I have that Bunny's memories from before. I might not be the same, but I'm still Bunny." The purple Powerpuff girl answered their unspoken question. They nodded in agreement, understanding this simple explanation.

"What about you?" The professor asked the boy kindly. "What's your name?"

The boy looked up at him quizzingly. He bit his lower lip nervously. He flew over to Boomer, who was still sitting curled up on the floor. The boy lightly tapped his shoulder. Boomer looked at him with a puzzled look.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Boomer asked as he wiped the dry tears from his eyes.

"You make." He pointed at the blond. "So you name." He ordered.

Boomer smiled. "Why don't you name yourself?"

"'Cause don't have name. Don't know anything that ain't taken either. You make. You name." The purpled eyed boy ordered again. A slight pout on his face.

Boomer found it funny that the five year old dropped pronouns pertaining to himself. "Okay." He nodded. "I get it. So let's see, a name that suit you." Boomer began to think of a proper name for the purple Rowdyruff Boy.

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Deathy: Okay! Now you have some questions answered. I'm still working on a name for the boy, which is where you guys come in. So Please READ & REVIEW!