"What Silverbellsb Saw When She Posted Her Last Chapter of CCS" – a play, directed by yours truly
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So this chapter is kinda short, but in my defense it's actually kind of good. :D Finally, Bubbles and Blossom get some screen time! Those two are just loads of fun to write. I typed this all up within an hour, I was so inspired. :D Okay, hope you enjoy this chapter. See ya at the bottom of the page.
*AKSHUNN*
Buttercup made it home in two minutes flat. Without bothering to take off her shoes or coat, she thundered up the stairs and then spent the next five minutes looking for her phone. "Where are you? Where are you?" she yelled as she tossed pillows, clothing, and other objects all over the place. No way was she using the cordless phone downstairs – the chances of someone else listening in were way too high. At last she found her phone, lying serenely on her bedside table in plain view. Cursing under her breath, Buttercup hit Blossom's speed dial number and waited.
"Hello?"
That voice! Never in all her life had Buttercup been so grateful to technology. "Blossom! It's me."
Blossom sounded as if she had stuck a pen in her mouth, which she did fairly often. "Yeah, I figured. So, why are you calling me now, when it's the middle of my working schedule, two hours before my third debate?"
"What! But it's only five in the evening!"
"Yeah, and here it's eight at night, which you should well know since you studied time zones in kindergarten." Blossom must have pulled the pen out of her mouth since she was talking clearly again. "Whatever you have to tell me, make it fast. There are twenty other kids here who want first prize, and there is no way I'm coming home saying some other nerd half my age got it."
Buttercup snorted indignantly. "I can't imagine why you're so freaked out. You're already the best at arguing. But Blossom," she said, more urgently this time. "There's something... I need to tell you about."
Blossom must have sensed the wobble in Buttercup's voice, because her tone suddenly became much softer. "What's up?"
Buttercup took a deep breath. Then she told her sister everything – from the day she found Butch lying in the rain with a cough to her trip to the hospital, leaving out no detail, conversation, or event. Well, she told her everything except the way she'd described Blossom and Bubbles to Butch – those compliments would certainly make Blossom's head inflate to the size of a beach ball. Blossom herself didn't say anything, except for "go on" whenever Buttercup hesitated. When the Green Puff had finished talking, she held her breath and waited for her sister's response.
For a while, all she heard was static. "Blossom?"
"I'm still here." Blossom's voice wasn't angry, but she didn't sound all that happy, either. "You brought a Ruff into our house? And you kept him there for how long?"
"A few days," Buttercup said, nervousness settling into her stomach. "Blossom... he was sick. He needed help. Isn't that your policy – helping whoever needs it?"
"I know," Blossom sighed. "But Buttercup... did you ever consider that this whole thing might have been a setup?"
"You mean to say the Boys deliberately planted a sick Butch where I would find him, hoping I would take him in, so that when he got better, he could kill me?" Buttercup snorted, but doubt slowly crept into her mind. "Don't be ridiculous. How would they know where exactly I would be walking?"
"Maybe it wasn't meant for you in particular," Blossom reasoned. "One of their games, probably, playing hookey with some old guy's nerves."
"And he seemed sick to me, with a temperature and everything," Buttercup went on. "If they wanted to get rid of me so fast, they might have had him fake being sick instead."
"They might have wanted you to trust him." Blossom sounded as though she were chewing on a pen. "Fool the mind, and the battle is yours."
That hit Buttercup hard. Could Butch have just been... toying with her?
Blossom must have guessed what her sister was thinking. "Then again, the Boys aren't all that into planning and plotting," she comforted. "Who knows?"
"To be honest, I have no clue what he wanted," Buttercup said, pushing all thoughts of plotting and planning out of her mind.
"Funny, though, that according to him, his brothers kicked him out," Blossom mused. "You'd think they'd realize that they're considerably weakened without one member." She chewed thoughtfully on her pen for a while. "I'm ringing in Bubbles," she decided suddenly.
"What? Why?" The last thing Buttercup wanted was her ditzy sister's sympathies.
"She's a Powerpuff, too, Buttercup," Blossom shot back. "She deserves to know everything." A bunch of beeps sounded, followed by Bubbles's sleepy voice.
"Sure, wake me up in the middle of the night..." she yawned. "Hello? Who's there?"
It seemed as though ages had passed since Buttercup had last heard her sisters' voices. "Hey, Bubbles."
"Buttercup?" Bubbles sounded grumpy. "Is that you?"
"I'm here, too," Blossom chirped. When the Blue Puff failed to respond, Blossom said, "Bubbles? Are you there?"
A snore was the response. Buttercup snorted. Blossom, on the other hand, was not amused. "BUBBLES! It's only eight at night for you, for Pete's sake! Why are you asleep?"
Bubbles yawned. "Sorry," she said. "It's just that Robin and I stayed up all night last night helping search for some Maya skeletons and someone's Android, and we didn't get a chance to sleep for the rest of the day, so can you call back later?"
"No way," Blossom said. "We have to talk – it's urgent. Put some water on your face or something."
"Fine," Bubbles grumbled. Buttercup could hear her putting her phone down, and in the background she heard Bubbles complaining. "Yes, I do love being woken up in the middle of the night for no reason," she grumbled. "That's right, folks. I'm here to answer the call of duty whatever time of day... I'm a superhero, so I don't need rest... humph!" This was followed by spluttering as Bubbles presumably splashed her face with water. A moment later, she picked up her phone again.
"I don't have a whole lot of minutes left on my phone, so can we make it quick?" Bubbles still sounded half-asleep.
"Fair enough. Buttercup, tell her everything."
Buttercup did so. Once she had finished, Bubbles sighed happily.
"That was so romantic," she said dreamily.
Buttercup opened her mouth, intent on screaming bloody murder in Bubbles's ear, but Blossom beat her to it. "Not now, Bubbles," she said. "The point is, we just thought you should know in case you get called back here immediately..."
"For what?"
"In case there's some kind of fight," Blossom responded. "We don't know how Brick and Boomer will respond to this, and most likely Buttercup will be target for any anger."
"Thanks, guys." Buttercup felt exhausted from all the stress.
"So, am I good to go?" Bubbles didn't sound quite as sleepy as before.
"For now," Buttercup said.
Bubbles giggled. "Okay, then. Good luck with your love life, Buttercup." She hung up before she could hear Buttercup's wrath. It was Blossom who caught the full force of Buttercup's outburst.
"Are you quite through?" Blossom was definitely rolling her eyes. "I'll try to think about this more later. Chill for a little bit, BC. I'll call back later, after my debates. Maybe I'll come home early if I need to. Just don't tell the Professor, okay? I don't want him to worry."
"Totally," Buttercup said. "Listen, I think I'll go sleep for a while. I'm sacked."
"'Kay," Blossom said. Already she had shoved the pen back in her mouth. "Call me if anything comes up."
Buttercup turned off her phone. All of a sudden, she felt tired to the core. She dropped onto her bed, shoes, coat, and all, where she sank into a deep and dreamless sleep.
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Just a side note: in case anybody is wondering about the time zones thing, I mentioned in the first chapter that Blossom is in Washington D.C. and Bubbles is in Belize. In my mind, Townsville is located in California, in which case Buttercup's clock would be three hours ahead of her sisters'. :)
As always, review if you liked this and please tell me how to improve.
Peace, love, and cupcakes,
Silverbells