Disclaimer: I don't own the Powerpuff Girls Show, any of the characters in said show or any of the landscapes in said show. Everything else, including the plot I'm pretty sure, I own. However I have not read every Powerpuff Girl Fanfic, so I apologize if I laid claim to something that was not my own.
At the Utonium household -
The Professor was sitting at the head of the dining room table when Blossom and Buttercup came home. They walked in through the front door in single file, slouching and dragging their feet, totally oblivious to the Professor.
"Well that was a colossal waste of time," Blossom said, yawning.
"Yea, I wonder what made that wave of energy." Buttercup replied.
"Maybe the Professor knows what made it?" Blossom suggested, one put foot on the stairs. She looked back to see Buttercup's expression to that idea and caught sight of the Professor.
"Oh, yes professor." She smiled at him, always seeking approval from him. He remained stony-faced, even as Buttercup turned around and greeted him with a smile, which was rare for the black haired child.
"What's up Professor?" Buttercup asked, not sensing anything wrong while backtracking so Blossom could have room to get around her. "Did you notice the strange blue shockwave earlier?"
He ignored both girls' greetings and Buttercup's questions.
"Girls sit down please, we have something to discuss."
Buttercup and Blossom shot each other a look, both thinking the same thing; 'Was Bubbles behind this? Had she talked to the Professor when she got back?'
They both sat down quickly, having never heard this particular tone used by the Professor before, Blossom sat in a seat to his right and Buttercup, a seat to his left.
Both girls shifted restlessly, hoping whatever Bubbles had said wasn't too bad and that they're punishment wasn't too harsh.
"Girls your sister has left for a few years-"
"We're talking about the same Bubbles right?" Buttercup interrupted, surprise etched on both sister's faces.
"Please don't interrupt." The Professor said calmly and Buttercup gulped, hoping she hadn't added to her punishment.
"Sorry." She said. The Professor nodded.
"As I was saying, Bubbles has left for a few years to train and she has requested that we not look for her so that she can complete her training in private."
The Professor stopped, waiting for the, "Of course we're going to find her and being her home" etc, but it never came.
'Perhaps they're still in shock?' he thought, puzzled.
"Did Bubbles seriously tell you this?" Blossom asked slowly, it was such an unlike Bubbles thing to do. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration as she assessed the situation. Buttercup mimicked her, though not actually thinking along the same lines as Blossom was.
"I found a letter signed Bubbles." He also replied slowly, unsure of where Blossom was going with this.
"Are you sure Bubbles wrote the letter?" she continued, the gears in her head turning. "Someone could have kidnapped her and wrote the note so as not to arouse suspicion."
He thought for a second then slowly shook his head; "I don't think-" he began.
"Maybe we should see the letter?" Buttercup said, cutting him off again, catching onto Blossom's plain.
The Professor made an agitated face at being cut off again but sighed, "If it were a kidnapping then the kidnapper wouldn't have bothered with writing that kind of letter, also they wouldn't have been able to copy her style of writing, as unique as it is. I made sure to check if it was her writing on the main computer and it is exact."
"But what if they had forced her to write the letter herself?" Blossom said, one last try to see the letter and find out exactly what her sister had written.
"Then her writing would have been jumpy with fright, her writing in the note is completely stable."
Blossom's eye twitched, her plan to see the letter foiled once again. Luckily only Buttercup caught it.
"I'm sure Bubbles is okay," Buttercup said, covering for Blossom and allowing her a way out, "She's probably just throwing a tantrum and will be back in a few days." Though Blossom hoped this wasn't the case.
Blossom nodded thoughtfully, mostly an act, having given up on seeing the letter.
"So is that all Professor? Or was there something else you wanted to say?" Blossom asked, 'Maybe something along the lines of, 'I'm glad you didn't leave Blossom'' she thought to herself.
"No...that was it?"
"Well, if you're sure that it was Bubbles who wrote the letter then we'll respect her wishes and not look for her."
Buttercup sucked in a sharp breath, as if she wanted to protest but a second later released the breath and nodded, 'Bubbles, I'm sorry,' she thought.
"Would you like help in the kitchen Professor?" she heard Blossom ask, Buttercup rolled her eyes.
"Umm, no thanks Blossom, you girls go and play quietly upstairs now."
"Okay, come on Buttercup."
Blossom was the leader and what she says goes. Buttercup was secretly worried though, even as she followed Blossom up the stairs. She hoped that Bubbles would return home safely, even if she did steal away the attentions of her counterpart. After all Bubbles, even though she had a super love of nature, had never actually been camping a day in her life, even though she had always wanted to try. She would never do anything without her sisters though and Blossom preferred the indoors.
'Return home safely sister.' She thought, her eyes downcast.
The Professor sighed, still sitting. He knew that telling the girls what was in the letter would have made it worse for Bubbles, it would end up the same if he actually complied to Blossom's underlying request to see the letter. So he would try and act normal, Bubbles would have wanted it that way anyway.
He got up and pushed in his chair, he supposed it was time to make dinner.
He smiled, he knew she would return, and when she did she would be more experienced with the world. She would no longer be the sheltered Bubbles they all knew.
'Hurry home Bubbles.' He thought as he made his way into the kitchen.
Shadowy onlookers watched as what looked like a blue comet crashed into their mountain. They trudged through the thick snow to the crater and stopped around the rim. The ones closest looked in.
"It appears to be a human." One voice hissed.
"Well whatever it is, it appears to be unconscious."
"Never heard of a human falling from the stars before." Another replied.
"A human never would have survived the fall."
"Should we kill it?"
"No, we are going to take it home with us." This creatures voice silenced the others as they moved out of it's way so it could see into the crater.
"Why?" One ventured and everyone froze, no one questioned the leader.
"Because, she must have been sent by the stars since she is very much alive when all other logic says she should be burnt up and dead and also...WHAT I SAY GOES! "
Word Count: About 1100
Well there you go
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