Y'all are all so awesome! I'm glad you guys enjoy the story! Every time I go check my emails and see a notification that someone reviewed, my eyes go wide, I grin, and then immediately go to my iPod to look at it! I suppose in a way I'm lucky to get so many reviews that are never negative! I've seen so many stories that either have about three reviews, or they are negative reviews...saying that the story was retarded or not written well. I believe I've only ever gotten one negative review, and I honestly don't even remember what it was. ^_^ So anyway, thank you all for reviewing...and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Okay, so for the embarrassing mistake I made in the last chapter...*blushes* I swear this is getting worse. Anyway, so the mistake was surprisingly NOT calling Bella Bonnie. xD

Instead (thanks to Sofia pointing this out for me...THANK YOU SOFIA), I said BC and Butch were married. I could have sworn I married them off...but I was mistaken. So to clear that up, they are only engaged.

Also (to Sofia) the boys are two years old, and Bubbles' kid Bonnie is only about year. I actually believe I said that before...but anyway...

THANK YOU MY LOVELY LITTLE LEMON DROPS!


(Bubbles POV)

We had been riding in the carriage for what seemed like years, but was actually only miles. For being the fastest way for a group to travel, riding in carriages certainly took time... Of course it was much faster than walking, which we all figured out a couple of years back... Back when we were all together in one group, thinking that the only problems in life were wars and sickness. Back when we were all so young, and hardly had any important responsibilities. Back before we knew real worries of the world. Back when there were six of us, and not four...

"Are we there yet?" Boomer asked for the third time that day.

Brick smacked his forehead, before clasping his hands together and leaning over towards his brother. Brick eyed Boomer menacingly, and Boomer stared back with no emotion. He was getting better at staring down Brick by the day...I believe he could last about five minutes before yelling out 'GET THYSELF AWAY!' and cowering in a corner somewhere. Brick truly could be intimidating...but not nearly as much as Butch could be when needed. Butch usually joked around too much to be exactly frightening, but he had his moments... Sometimes thinking about staring contests led me to think about how fast Boomer would cave in if he had one with my dearest sister, Buttercup. I smiled to myself when I thought of that, but was soon brought back to the real world when Brick spoke.

"Boomer," Brick said in a low voice. "Does it seem as if we have arrived?"

"No..." Boomer said slowly.

"Then shut up," Brick said simply.

"Yes sir..." Boomer said quietly, before his eyes went wide and he glared at Brick. "Hey wait...you are hardly in charge of me!"

"Alright, let me ask you this," Brick said crossing his arms. "Is father here?"

"No."

"And who is the eldest in this carriage?" Brick asked.

"Blossom."

"Yes- wait what? No! Blossom is younger than I am!" Brick exclaimed.

"She behaves far more mature than you, so I thought she was older..." Boomer said. "Sorry, my mistake."

Brick glared at Boomer, "So with that being said, who is the eldest?"

"You...?" Boomer said with a sigh.

"Exactly," Brick said. "And since I am the eldest, then I am temporarily in charge."

"Said who?" Boomer asked through narrowed.

I looked at Blossom, who then looked at me. We stared at each other for a few moments, before we both broke into grins. Blossom, and I both shook our heads at our husbands' foolishness. The argument went on for a few more minutes, before everyone concluded that Brick was in charge...since it was probably the most 'logical' (as Blossom would say) decision. He was the future king, and was actually very intelligent...so he was in charge.

We continued to travel, Bonnie still fast asleep (she had fallen asleep about an hour before). We were not too far from a decent town, so we only had about an hour's travel left (thank goodness).

"Are we there yet?"


(Butch POV)

This woman...she was so...intriguing.

I should have hated her, and actually should have killed her already. I should have chopped her head off, killed her children, killed that creepy old man, then run off with laughing insanely. I should have killed her, and yet...I could not. Something about the honesty in her eyes when she spoke to me, led me to believed that perhaps...perhaps somehow I was mistaken about her. She spoke to me with love in her eyes, and I could not help but somehow believe what she said.

We walked down the hill, towards the river where that old man and those kids went to. Buttercup said that she needed to tell the kids something important before anything else happened, so as the kind gentleman I am (hahaha, so not...), I obliged.

"Children..." Buttercup called out as we came closer to the river. "Come here a moment."

The two boys quickly zipped up the hill to their mother, and the girl merely walked. I stared at her for a long moment, noticing how dazed she seemed. She was holding what seemed to be a very large book, almost lovingly. The boys were so...childlike and carefree, just like boys should be. They both seemed like children that would get excited over one piece of candy, and at the same time seemed as though they would do anything to protect Buttercup. How did I come to that conclusion? Well they both glared at me unceasingly...standing very close to Buttercup. The girl on the other hand, seemed far more cautious and careful. If you held candy out in front of her, she would not just snatch it like regular children...she would ask you what it was first.

As she walked up the hill, I suppose she caught me looking at her, she smiled at me. I raised an eyebrow, slightly in confusion, before turning my attention back to Buttercup.

"Alright, I have to tell you three something important," Buttercup said. "This man is going to be staying with us for a while, and you boys are not to trifle with him. Understood?"

Okay, we may have established the fact that I would be staying with them to see whether or not they could be trusted. I was told things, that she claimed were lies...so I wished to see just who was telling the truth.

"Yes ma'am," the boys said, still glaring at me.

"Alright," Buttercup said. "Off you go."

The old man walked forward as the children took off to play for a moment. He seemed so familiar, but I could not quite put my finger on who he was. I mean, who would forget someone like him? He was old, wrinkly, had hairy legs that should have been covered up with robes; but instead his robes only went to his knees. It was extremely disturbing...

"Well hello prince Butch!" the man said happily. "Good to see you back to your normal, non-attacking self!"

"Er," I did not really know how to reply to that.

"Well Merlin," Buttercup said giving me a sympathetic look (and I wasn't sure if it was because of what she was about to say, or because I had to stand near that loon...). "Butch has sort of...forgotten about us."

"Say who-what-y?" Merlin asked raising an eyebrow.

"His memory has failed him," Buttercup clarified.

"Oh good, young, sir Butch..." Merlin said with a 'tisk tisk' voice. "You are far to young for that..."

"Merlin!" Buttercup complained with a blush. "I am not quite sure what happened, and neither is he. He hardly remembers a thing, and someone took it to their advantage to turn him against us!'

"Ah, I see now," Merlin said with a nod. "Alright then, well I hope you get it back."

"Merlin," Buttercup said slowly. "You wouldn't happen to have anything for memory-loss, would you?"

"Why yes I do!" Merlin exclaimed. "I made it myself!"

Buttercup smiled, and I couldn't help but feel slightly hopeful. Merlin was reaching in his pockets, looking for whatever it was that would cure my memory.

"Does it work?" Buttercup added.

"Why of course it does!" Merlin exclaimed. "Why wouldn't it? I made it!"

"That's why I asked..." Buttercup muttered, and I snickered. I had to admit she was funny...

"Of course...I did accidentally turn a little girl into a badger once..." Merlin added. "But, all is well!"

"Ooooon second though," Buttercup said suddenly, jumping in front of me. "I'm sure he'll remember soon enough on his own!"

"Oh," Merlin said smiling. "Well then, no need for my potion!"

"Yes, no need," Buttercup said, smiling with gritted teeth.

I raised an eyebrow at her once the old wizard left, earning a stuck-out-tongue from her.

"Why so protective?" I asked with a smirk.

"I just saved you from your second death," Buttercup growled at me angrily. "Alas, stop being so grateful for it!"

I smirked wider, at her and came back with a witty remark. This would be fun...


(Brick POV)

We continued to ride in the carriage, with Boomer never ceasing to annoy me. He kept asking what my favorite color red was, or if paper could possibly be made from trees (which was absolutely absurd! Paper is made from animal skins!). He asked if I could possibly name my baby 'Big Boobie Bob', or if we were there yet. I swear half the time he did it on purpose. I drew the line on 'Big Boobie Bob'.

I was about to yell at him unceasingly, when we were all nearly thrown out of our seats...much to Blossom's discomfort. What is worse, is I believe I had been experiencing emotional pregnancy pains...due to my sympathies for my wife, and my deep and utter loathing for her hormones. So naturally, if she in pain...I was in pain. Usually things could be fixed with chocolate or flowers, but not pregnancy. Be warned men out there...according to my calculations 'Pregnancy = nine months of pure husband torture'.

"Ouch!" Blossom exclaimed moodily. "YOU GITS! WHY DID YOU STOP SO QUICKLY!"

I actually was wondering that myself...

"Prince Brick," the driver said coming to my window. "Er...we seem to be having difficulties with the carriage."

"What sort of difficulties?" I hissed angrily.

"Well we've driven into a ditch for one thing," he said. "Two wheels fell off, and the brakes are broken."

I turned to Blossom with that, took her hands in mine, and looked her in the eyes.

"Blossom," I said slowly. "Whatever you do, do not freak out. Alright?"

"What's going on?" Blossom demanded angrily.

"We...shall be having to camp out tonight," I said slowly.

Blossom's eyes went wide, "I can't sleep on dirt! My back kills me on soft cushions, so I do not wish to experience the pains of dirt on my back!"

I bit my lip, keeping myself from exploding. It wasn't her fault she had raging hormones, and could not hardly control what came out of her mouth.

"I am not sleeping on dirt!" Blossom said simply, glaring out the window.

"Well then sleep here in the carriage!" I said.

Blossom glared at me, "I can barely FIT IN THE CARRIAGE!"

Bubbles and Boomer slowly, and quietly exited the carriage...thank the lord. If they had stayed to see Pregnant Blossom scream, they might be scarred for life. You know...I never remembered Bubbles or Buttercup complaining the way she did... Bubbles hardly changed at all, while Buttercup...well alright Buttercup was bad.

I looked at Blossom with a stern expression, trying not to become angry, "Well then what do you propose we do? Alas I can't magically fix carriages."

Blossom's eyes narrowed, "I hardly asked for sass, Brick Jojo."

I waited for her answer, hoping it didn't have anything to do with me dancing (you just never know).

"Well...I suppose if I put a pillow under my back I should be alright..." Blossom said slowly.

I smiled, and turned her head towards mine, "Thank you."

Blossom smiled, "I'm sorry for snapping at you..."

"Tis' hardly your fault," I said simply, kissing her nose.

"Brick..." Blossom said slowly. "Is this a bad time to ask for you to fetch me some food?"


(Buttercup POV)

I broke my heart to see him like this, but I really had no choice. I still had hope that his memory would return...but what if it never did? I would somehow have to learn to love him all over again, and he would have to somehow learn to love me all over again. It took us a while to the first time, when we both did not care for each other. This time, however, I already loved him...so would it be harder or easier?

He was not the same Butch that I'd known before...the one I'd been searching for. He was Butch, but he was different. I was so used to having him believe me, love me, and want to be with me forever...that I was not sure I could handle him doubting me every moment of the day. He was so doubtful and confused, not to mention a little...how do I put it...meaner? The Butch I'd known before was a practical joker, never serious, always kidding around...he was loveable. This Butch was much more aggressive, serious, and I was not sure whether or not he was a giant teddy bear anymore. The person who had found him (whoever that was) apparently did everything in his power to change Butch into an evil, killing machine.

We were all sitting around a campfire Basher and Breaker had made for us, talking and eating some dried meat I'd prepared for our trips.

"Butch," I said slowly. "Who was the man that told you about everything?"

"I don't know, he always wished for me to call him nothing more than 'sir'," Butch said with a frown, before eying me. "Why?"

I shrugged, "I just wanted to know..."

"Know what?" Butch provoked.

I placed my meat in my lap, and slowly turned to him...glad that nobody was listening. Merlin was showing the boys his magic tricks, while Bonnie continued to read (that girl I swear...).

"I wished to know who made you believe what you did," I said with a frown, before turning back away. "Who would want to hurt me so badly, that they took my own fiance away and turned him against me?"

Butch frowned, but said nothing.

"What did he look like?" I asked with a frown.

"Sort of green, but slightly blue...almost dead-like," Butch said. "His eyes were red, and his skin seemed to be scaly and rotting..."

I frowned, "Would his name happen to be Abaddon?"

Butch groaned, his head falling into his hands. He clutched at his hair in what seemed to be agony, causing me to freak out a little.

"Butch?" I asked with wide eyes.

"T-that name...I've heard it somewhere..." Butch groaned. "It hurts to remember..."

I rubbed his back sympathetically, "I'm sorry...but that's a start right?"

Butch looked at me, "What happened to me?"

I was taken aback by the question, and very confused, "Pardon?"

"What happened to me, that caused me to forget all of the memories of my life except for the latest few?" Butch asked with a frown, sitting up to stare at me.

I turned away quickly, my throat choking up slightly, "You...well that depends on what you want to know about yourself."

"I want to know everything..." Butch said.

"I can tell you everything back to about two and a half, nearly three years ago," I said slowly.

"Go on," Butch said.

I nodded, took in a deep breath, "Tis' a rather long story..."

Butch bit off a large piece of meat, "I have time."


I've figured out something that I subconsciously did while writing this story, that I did not exactly intend on doing.

I've covered two sides of Butch with two different stories! For example, Butch in fanfiction (and how everyone dreams him being) and slightly in the actual show...he is an immature, joking, twitching fool. xD But in the actual show, he is simply a bad, heartless, twitching maniac that has no life. :3 So I suppose in this story (this WHOLE story, including the one previously written), Butch started off as an immature, joking idiot. (I should add Twitching...xD) But now he's gone to the original bad-boy Butch that actually existed in the show, not on people's imaginations of him. Anyway, just though I'd share that. :D

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