"Blossom, what are you doing?!" Brick's voice rang from the doorway.

I was in my room, in a frenzied panic. Buttercup was dying. The Professor might not be able to save her either. I had destroyed all my posters on my wall, crying hysterically, and I had knocked over my dresser when Brick had yelled at me.

I sunk to my knees as he ran to my side and hoisted me into his arms. I struggled. "No! NO! I don't want to go! I don't want to see her!" Butch had said that Professor wanted us all to come over to his lab in City Hall to see Buttercup and to talk to him. I didn't want to. There was no way I'd be able to see my sister like that. "I don't want...! I don't!!" I had been beating Brick's chest with my fist but gave up, feeling sleepiness crawling over my heart along with warmth. "You...cheater..." I fell asleep in his arms.

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I woke up still in Brick's arms. We were in Professor's lab and Bubbles and Boomer were sitting on the couch while Butch was sitting on a small hospital bed nexgt to a bloodied and destroyed body: Buttercup/ She was hooked up to four different machines, needles everywhere in her arms, a breathing regulator over her mouth and nose. Butch was grasping her hand, looking down at her sadly.

Brick was sitting in a recliner, me in his lap. I didn't protest, too tired. Professor was standing off to the side, most likely just walked in, being next to the door.

Prof. ran his hands through his hair, mussing it up. "I should have seen this coming," He mumbled. "Why didn't I see this coming?"

"None of us saw this happening." I stated at the same time as Brick.

"And you probably hoped the opposite would happen, right, Professor?" Bubbles asked.

He nodded. "Yes," He sighed and composed himself. "Well, I do have an almost 100 percent absolute theory about all this."

"Please explain then." Butch ground out through his clenched teeth. He wasn't mad at anyone or mad at all: he was distraught. Anyone could see the pain in his eyes.

"No. Not now, at least." He added, seeing the boys and Bubbles and I looking angry. "For now, I need to run some tests on all of you and fix you all up properly. Butch, you first since you're almost the worst." I could see Professor holding back agony, trying to hide it. He tried to be brave for us.

Butch slowly let go of Buttercup's hand and slugged away into the other room, Professor following.

There was a small silence in the room, save for the beeping of Buttercup's heart monitor and the ticking of the clock.

"Blossom?" Bubbles' voice rang through the silence like a little bell. It reminded me of how she used to sound when we were all in kindergarten. I looked over at her, peeling my eyes away from Buttercup's broken body. "Do you think this has anything to do with the fact that we were all made to kill one another when we were little?"

I shook my head slowly. "I don't know, Bubbles, I don't know..."

Butch came back in, looking more fixed than before. Bubbles and Boomer went next. After them it would be me and Brick.

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"Professor, can you tell us now?" Brick growled.

We had all been fixed up and fed and now we were all waiting for answers. I wanted to know too.

He nodded once. "Yes." He took a deep breath and began.


Okay, so this was really short. I know. I'm sorry but I'm still trying to figure out how Professor is going to explain. I have what he's going to say I just need to find out how he goes about it. So, just consider this chapter a filler. I feel like making a chapter of Buttercup's thoughts while she's unconscious but I'm not sure. I mean, it'd be cool but I don't know what she would be thinking about? Ideas?? XD