"Mother!"

"Bonnie!"

Blossom barely gets out from her dry throat, shooting up in a tangle of sheets from her bed. Looking down to her stomach, she takes a moment to process that she didn't have a hole in her abdomen where her baby was slowly growing and not at eight months grown. She finally swallows to get some moisture in her throat, then wiping the cold sweat going down her forehead.

"It was just a dream, it didn't happen." She starts to chant to herself, "It was just a dream, it didn't happen. It was just a dream, it didn't happen. Calm down. Calm down. Calm . . ."

"Blossom," came a sleepy voice from her redheaded husband, who was rubbing his eyes.

She let's out a shaky sigh of relief, putting her hands over her face as reality, common sense, and her logical thought process calmed down from the trauma that sleep had caused her.

"Blossom, are you okay?" he asked once more finding she wasn't responding to his first call and now that his eyes were adjusting to the darkness he recognized his wife's body language, immediately recognizing that something was wrong.

"Bloss . . ." Brick went to touch her arm, but she visually reacted, pulling away just the slightest, but enough that caused Brick's senses to fully come awake.

Finding what she did, Blossom tossed the blankets off swinging her legs around, getting off the bed and briskly making it to the window. Throwing the curtains to the side, she overlooked her backyard in the full moons light.

Based off everything Brick has seen, Brick felt it would be best to take his approach slow, no matter how much he was worried for his wife and wanted to simply wrap his arms around her to console her, telling her everything would be okay. He sits up, positioning himself at the slightest sign Blossom would let him be near her or need him.

"It was just a dream, Brick," she finally says almost sounding like herself. Almost.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, everything is fine," she holds her arms, letting a shaky breath out this time.

"I've been with you long time Blossom. I know something is wrong," Get up going towards her staying a distance away until he knows what was setting her off, "Just tell me."

"Bubbles, Buttercup, and I just shared a dream together . . . " she chokes out a hand going to her mouth as the dream came rushing back to her, "And it's the worst one we ever had, Brick."

"What happened?" he asks again, wanting her to say it so she could get use to hearing it and for her to begin to get past it.

"What didn't happen, Brick?" she chokes out. Her hands go up to her face once more as she falls to her knees. That was enough for Brick, he couldn't hold back this time. He rushes to her embracing her as soon as he was in reaching distance. Blossom immediately clung to Brick, and it was an instant comfort. Once she is able to calm herself enough, she tells her concerned husband everything, in detail. From the set-ups of the houses, the smells, what they wore, the flowers in the gardens, anything she saw in her dream she told him. It was rough for her to mention the death of the boys and was even worse when she had to try to describe the kids and what happened to her and her sisters.

"Brick, I think there is someone new trying to get the kids. I don't know why. I don't know when. I don't know if they have a connection to Ace. And I don't know what to do again," she chokes out.

"Blossom, that's not true. You are just worked up from the dream. It's still too fresh. You just need a little time. You just need some time Blossom," he pulls her into his lap, while stroking her hair, "We'll figure it out together, just like we did then. We're older and have gained a lot of experience. Not much can get past us now."

"This is true, we can better keep ahead and know that we know they are coming we can at least be aware and slightly prepare," she sniffs out, starting to sound like the old Powerpuff Brick had come to love.

"There you go," he smirks resting his chin on her head, "But don't go to much into it right now. Concentrate on calming down more than anything," "Everything else can wait until in the morning and when you are ready to talk about it."

"That's what I'm worried about Brick," Blossom yawns tiredly, not worried about this next round of sleep given that it was highly unlikely she would have a similar dream now that she had just talked about the one with Brick, "I'm worried we won't have that much time."

She then fell asleep. Brick picked her up and carried her back to bed. Never letting go of his previously panic-stricken wife as it was now his time, to think through everything she had told him. Everything he could think of coming up to a single conclusion, something that confirmed only a solid thought in his head.

He swiftly grabbed his cell from his nightstand and rang up a couple numbers. His patience didn't have to be tested as his call was answered soon enough.

"Boomer? Butch?"

"Mommy!"

"Brook! Blake!"

Bubbles wakes up tears already going down her face she looks down to her stomach to find everything was okay, no hole, and no blood. Then suddenly she remembers something equally distressing. She quickly turns to her side to find Boomer's form laying on his stomach and facing away from her. She tired to pause her erratic breathing and shaking to see if he was breathing, but she couldn't see his back rise and fall.

She swiftly gets to her knees and begins shaking Boomer violently, "Boomer. Boomer! Boomer, wake up. Please. Please, wake up! Boomer!"

Boomer moves under Bubbles, not really processing the urgency in her movements or voice. "Bubbles? What's . . ." Boomer begins to roll over, but as soon as he saw his wife's state he sobered up real quick.

Getting up as fast as inhumanly possible, he grabs her shoulders, "Bubbles, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Oh. . . Boomer!" she yells before jumping into his chest and balling more than she ever has before.

"It's okay," Boomer tries to console, rubbing her back. She begins to cry even harder. With a sigh of sorrow, Boomer moves to lean against the headboard bringing Bubbles with him and guiding her to curl up into his lap as he continued to whisper to her, "Take your time. We have all night."

Boomer holds her close, as she does nothing but sob. Once she was able to slightly calm down she looked up at him through red stained eyes and hiccups to accompany it.

"It was awful. . ." Bubbles says as she begins to tear up again.

"What? Was it a nightmare?" Boomer asks lightly trying to figure out what has gotten his wife uncharacteristically distressed.

"It wasn't just a nightmare . . ." she says before sobbing once more and shaking violently.

Boomer then knew it was much worse than he originally thought and his voice became soft, "It's okay Bubbles I'm here now and I'll stay up all night to watch over you. You don't need to think or talk about it right now. You don't have to do anything."

"Thank you, Boomer," she sniffles, "But I think this is something I shouldn't keep from you. It's important."

"Alright, but take it slow as you need," Boomer reminds her not wanting her to push herself if she really didn't want to.

"Okay," Bubbles gave him the basis of what had happened in the dream, not going deep into detail, but enough he got the idea of how torturous it must have been. When she had gotten to the parts of him and his brothers deaths, the kids, and the girls, Boomer didn't know what to say or think. When Bubbles started to cry once more all he could whisper was that he was there for her, which seemed to be enough. As the tears calmed in her eyes and hiccups took their place. He patted her back until his wife laid her head on his chest. As her breathing began to even out and the hiccups began to subside, Boomer pulled the covers over them, while Bubbles took a breath to briefly explain what Blossom had mentioned what the dream meant and such. Overall, Boomer couldn't believe how terrible it all sounded and how violent it seemed to be for a dream. It made sense why her reaction was so intense.

"I was so worried you were dead Boomer," she gets out, balling her fists on his chest Bubbles listened to his heart, reassuring herself that it was merely a dream and nothing more.

"Don't worry Bubbles, I can't die that easily," he tries to joke with a light laugh, moving a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear.

She positively responds back with a giggle, "That is true."

Keeping her ear over his heart, she continues to hear his beat until that's all that filled her mind as she felt herself beginning to drift back into sleep. Not worried about what awaited her in the new darkness.

Boomer continued to rub her head as she went back to sleep, but he found that it was going to be an easy night to stay awake. Boomer soon heard the faint sound of vibrating. He looked over at his nightstand seeing his phone, lighting up on the charger. He leaned over grabbing it without disturbing Bubbles' new peaceful slumber. He found his brothers' names flashing on the screen. Flipping the phone up he puts it to his ear, "I'm here."

"Mo-"

"Beck!"

Buttercup screams reaching out as she bolted upright. Her breathing ragged and edgy she takes in her surrounds, finding she was in houses' master bedroom. She feels her stomach without looking down, afraid of what could be. No hole. With a sigh of relief she drops her vision to see herself and confirm the truth. Buttercup then glanced over to her husband. He was facing her, but his eyes were still closed. She calmed herself long enough to catch the slight movement of his breathing and the twitching of his fingers, which was normal when he was slept because of his ADHD.

As soon as her brain finally took in that he was okay, she let out her breath. She immediately felt the desperate need of water, almost feeling the flames and smoke were still in her lungs and drying her out. Buttercup not being able to stay in bed for another minute, the feelings from the dream beginning to creep back up, bolted out of bed, running to the kitchen. Unknowing the green puffs disturbance caused Butch to wake up in time to see her dashing out of their bedroom, without another thought Butch got up as well, finding her actions and the time for her to be up suspicious.

Buttercup was in the kitchen filling up her second glass of water, looking out the sink window to the moon trying to process what had happened to her sisters and her.

"Are you okay?"

Buttercup didn't turn around, worried her mind could play a trick on her regardless of being wide awake at this point. "Yeah, yeah I'm good," she tries to assure Butch, but the obvious shook up tone, her earlier event, and currently her ridged stance tells him a different story, but he continues to lean against their kitchens doorframe until she felt more comfortable. After a few more drinks of water, she turns to him, a hand going through her hair, "It was nothing,"

"No it wasn't," he says blatantly, knowing it was the only way he should be with his wife, "now come on. What happened?"

Silence hung between them as Buttercup debated if she wanted to go through the dream again right now or wait until morning. As she was deciding Butch took the time to make his way to be at her side physically and emotionally if need be.

"I still can't believe how real it was Butch. All our sense were active usually we have only a few active when we share a dream. Not all of them," she finally turns to face him, "It was like something you find in Nightmare on Elm Street."

"Why don't you tell me what happened in your dream? It really has you worked up more than I have ever seen you and that's saying a lot," he tells her as he hops up on the island in their kitchen, grabbing her waist and pulling her up next him, keeping a firm grip on her waist. It was always a comfort to her when he did that.

With a huff she takes another sip of water, "Alright."

She begins to describe what happened, never batting an eyelash as she went back over the details, sometimes it got easier to deal with the more times the dream was played out for Buttercup. Butch listening to every word began to get upset with himself, feeling like he was failing at his position of the household. As a husband, as protector, as a man who has to save what he loves from harm.

As Buttercup finished up the dream, she didn't have to look over to see the aggravation on Butch's face. She could feel the frustration radiating from her husband. She set a hand on his thigh before he asks, "You think that it has something to do with the kids?"

"Most definitely," Buttercup nods at the undeniable truth that couldn't be missed in the dream.

"Then what do you think my brothers and I dying has to do with it?" Butch tried to think further, he knew the basic point, something bad was going to happen, but the details was where he was getting caught in.

"I don't know," Buttercup takes another drink, finishing her second and final glass for the night, "Blossom said it could be like a metaphor for something that will happen to you guys or something. I don't really know." Puts her head in her hands, "I don't know, Butch."

Butch pulls her into him and kisses the top of her head, "Come on let's go back up stairs and watch your favorite movie."

"No. I'll just go back to bed, but . . . " Buttercup's demeanor now being one Butch could easily recognize from constantly being with her, but the question to fallow was one he wasn't use to, "can you stay next to me?"

"Now what kind of question is that?" he kisses her on the lips before pulling away and touching foreheads, "I couldn't leave you."

Butch hops down from the counter offering her a hand, which she playfully took. "Come on let's get up—"

Buz-Buz-Buz Buz-Buz-Buz

Butch and Buttercup look over, where their phones were charging on the counter, to see one of them lighting up. From the darkness it was hard to tell who's phone it was. Butch picked up the one flashing only to find his brothers' names on the screen.

Butch was pretty sure what awaited him on the line once he answered, "Guess they already know."

"I think I will watch a movie for a little bit," Buttercup pats his shoulder, "You talk to your brothers. I'll be waiting for you."

With a quick kiss Butch couldn't help, but give a little laugh from the way she has started to act since she has gotten pregnant, "You've become so understandable since you've gotten pregnant."

"Just because I want you to find out how my sisters are doing for me, so don't get use to it," she lets out a laugh before heading up the stairs.

Once she was halfway up the stairs he answers his phone.

"Boomer? Butch?" came his red-headed brothers voice.

"I'm here?" Boomer answers.

"Yeah?" Butch confirms he was on the line.

"Blossom was really troubled from their dream together, were Bubbles and Buttercup shaken up too?" Butch hears Brick ask, obviously his brothers already have been told the story already.

"More than I have ever seen her," Butch says low into the phone leaning against the counter, "Buttercup is upstairs watching a movie right now. She wanted me to tell her how her sisters are. Are they okay?"

"Bubbles was crying, thinking I was really dead when she woke up. It didn't take long to calm her down and assure her I wasn't. She's finally asleep now and she looks pretty peaceful," Boomer whispers.

"Blossom is asleep now too," Brick says low too, "I want to ask has anyone had their 'RS' at all? Be honest with how bad it was too."

"I had it when I was at Brook and Blake's art show. It wasn't like the others either," Boomer immediately replies, sounding like it was something that had been on his mind for a while, "It was worse."

"I had it too, when I went to Beck's game and it happened again later that night," Butch unwillingly admits, walking around the kitchen and scratching the back of his neck, "And I hate to admit it, but it was awful."

A pause over the line then happened. Brick, Butch guessed, was processing all the information between the girls' dream and that they all had their 'Rowdyruff Sense' activated. Boomer trying to think about Bubbles, and the two they watched over of the quadruplets. Butch was already thinking about what he would do to those who were threatening his brothers, sister-in-laws, future nieces or nephews, Beck, Bonnie, Brook, Blake, and his wife, Buttercup.

"So what are we going to do?" Boomer

"We know what we have to do, Boomer," Butch responds muttering.

Brick chimes in with an important reminder to his brothers, "Most of all we need to be more cautious and protective of the girls especially, since they will be losing their powers soon. Until then why don't we enjoy the time we have with the kids."

"I will see you guys at the picnic this weekend then," Butch says flatly.

Boomer huffs before they all hang up for the night, "I have a feeling this isn't going to be like when we were eighteen."