AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yo! So, this is chapter 10! Enjoy! Dedicated to BricktheDragon for all the help! And BubblyCutie too! Keep on rocking dudes and dudetts! xD Momo...

Part 10

Bubbles POV:

I dropped the note back in the little lead box, fell off the chair and wept like there was no tommorrow. Because there might not be/

They were after me, and from what I could tell, my baby. I wan't going to let them take her from me!

So I used my supersonic scream and within seconds, Boomer and everyone was by my side.

Boomer got onto his knees and hugged me close.

He hushed me and began to speak in a comferting tone.

"Bubbles, what's wrong?"

"I, and the box, shattered glass, the box, the little lead box, on the table, the note's in the box...!" I sobbed between every word.

"Bubbles!" Buttercup was shaking my shoulders viciously. "Calm down!"

I stopped crying and snapped back to reality.

"I'm calm, I'm calm!" I shouted, shaking her back.

Blossom put her hand on my shoulder.

"Okay, now tell us what happened."

I took in a deep breath and pointed to the lead box on the kitchen table.

Brick walked up to the small box and picked it up, inspecting it carefully.

"What is this?" He rubbed his fingure along the cross that was ingraved on the lid and looked down at me, confused.

I shrugged.

"Someone threw it through the front window," I stood up and walked to Brick. I took the note out of the box and handed it to Blossom. Brick read it over her shoulder. "That note was inside the box."

Blossom finished reading and looked at me with wide eyes. The hand she held the note in was shaking.

"Who, who wrote this?" Brick asked, his arm around Blossom to try and calm her down.

I shrugged and sighed again.

"I don't know. That's why I was so worked up." I looked down and rubbed my stomach. "I think they're after my baby."

Blossom gave me her most confused look and then took the box off Brick.

She glanced inside and fiddled around with a single fingure.

"A key and heartshaped lock. A heart cut out of card. Some used chalk. And an explosion poorly drawn with that same chalk. What could it mean?"

Boomer stepped forward and took the box off Blossom.

He stared wide-eyed into the box for a minute or two before he finally spoke.

"The drawing of an explosion, I know what it means. It means 'BOOM'..."

"You don't think-?" Blossom asked him, hands over her mouth.

"YOU DID IT!" Buttercup roared at him.

"No, no! But someone did. And that someone is using my identity..." Boomer said. He sounded like one of those detective you'd see in an old movie.

Butch, who had stayed silent, just taking it all in, spoke up.

"Who else wants to bet Mojo and Him are involved?"

Everyone looked at him. I raised my hand. Then so did everyone else.

"Okay, so it's settled. We go to Mojo's lair and ask him whats going on. And if he doesn't answer, well-" Buttercup was cut short by Brick.

"Hey! Mojo may be a retarded evil villan, but he's still our retarded dad! You need to ask our permission if you wanna beat on him from now on."

Butch snickered.

"Or just let us do the honers!"

Buttercup laughed and patted Butch on the shoulder.

"So you don't think we're capable of kicking some monkey ass? We've been doing it since before you chimps were born! Leave the cooking to the big girls."

Butch smirked and shrugged her hand off.

"You don't think we can beat our own father's ass?"

Buttercup nodded.

"Well, I've only got one thing to say about that..."

"What?"

"This!" He jumped on her and they rolled around on the kitchen floor, throwing punches and even the occasinal bite.

From the look on his face, Butch found this cruel, but in a sort of arousing way...

She saw that look and gave a sly smile.

He didn't notice and continued to roll around with her, until she was sitting on top of him.

Me, Boomer, Blossom and Brick had sat at the kitchen table and were just ignoring them. It wasn't really anything new.

I turned around in my chair and watched as she dangled a loogie over Butch's face. It was highly amusing to watch him squirm around.

She sucked it back in as he started shouting 'okay, uncle, uncle!' I chuckled.

"That was quick, your going soft Butchy boy!" Buttercup gave him a joking wink and smile and he jumped on her again.

"Don't call me soft!" he shouted, nipping her arm.

Blossom sighed and I turned back around, Butch and Buttercup's playful squeels making me smile.

"We really need to think about what the significance of the objects is if we're going to confront them." She said, reading over the note again.

"'I've givin you the gift of life! And I'm soon gunna take it away from you! From the both of you!' What's that meant to mean?"

I looked down and rubbed my tummy again.

Brick watched me with a big frown on his face.

"Does that mean we're up against the father of Bubbles' baby?"

Blossom snapped her head towards him, scowling.

"You don't know what your saying! Are you trying to tell us that there's a Boomer imposter that raped Bubbles and got her pregnant, on purpose!"

He gave her the same look back.

"That's exactly what I'm saying! And you have no right to tell me 'I don't know what I'm saying' when it's my brother that's had his identity nicked!"

"Well, it's my sister that's pregnant! So LAY OFF!"

They both stood up and slammed their hands down on the table.

I whimpered a little and looked over at Boomer who sat, head on table and hands firmly pressed against his ears.

Suddenly I felt increadibly sick.

I got up and ran up the stairs.

By now Buttercup and Butch had gotten up and my sisters' were holding my hair back as I puked into the toilet.

Blossom turned around and pulled a tounge at Brick who pulled one back.

"Morning sickness?" Boomer asked from the doorway.

"In the middle of the afternoon?" Butch commented.

Blossom shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not."

"What do you mean?" Boomer sounded (from what I could hear from the toilet seat) really concerned.

"Bubbles," she directed to me. "Did you eat anything bad? Or maybe put your hands near your mouth after you held the lead box?"

I shrugged and carried on vometing.

Buttercup turned away and gagged as if she was going to be sick too.

"Is she not good with vomet then?" Butch asked, walking over.

"No, she never has been." Blossom answered for her.

"You want me to take over?"

Buttercup nodded and ran out the room holding her mouth.

There was the sound of vometing coming from the bathroom across the hall.

Blossom looked at the remaing boys with a pleading face. Brick sighed.

"Okay, we're on it." He said, dragging the struggling Boomer away.

Butch sighed.

"I really should've told them Boomer wasn't good with-"

They heard yet another person vometing, along with: "EWWWWWW! NOT MY NEW SHOES!" from Brick.

I'd stopped and sat on the side of the bath giggling with Blossom and Butch.

"Haha, go Boomer go!" Butch exclaimed happily.

"So Butch," Blossom started. "You and Buttercup sure looked like you were having fun before?"

"Haha! We were. Well, I was."

I butted in.

"And it looked like you really enjoyed biting and getting bitten?"

"Yeah, I'm a psyco so, what's your point?"

Me and Blossom stared at eachother in disbelief. How could Butch and Boomer be related? And he said Boomer was dumb!

"Haven't you realise it yet?" Blossom exclained to Butch.

"Realised what exactly?"

...He seemed more lost than a newborn puppy.

"YOUR IN LOVE, DUDE!" I said, putting on a weird surfer's accent for the 'dude' part.

That got his attention.

"Cool! Who with?"

...Seriously?

I'm not working with this!

*Sigh*

But sadly, I have to...

"Buttercup you dim!" I shouted.

"What'd I do now?" Buttercup asked, walking in. She wiped her mouth with some toilet paper and flushed it away.

She looked down at Butch who was sitting on the floor by the toilet.

He snickered.

"What?"

"Nothing... But Blossom, Bubbles, you may be right."

Me and Blossom smiled. He'd finally got it.

"Right about what?" She looked curious.

"Right about-hey! Where's the others?" Blossom covered cleaverly.

"Still puking and getting puked on." Buttercup smirked.

Boomer walked in wiping his mouth, followed by an almost sobbing Brick.

"So we goin'to Mojo's place, or what?" Butch asked standing up.

He flew down the stairs and we all followed haist.

Buttercup opened the car door and I got in the passanger's seat.

She drove dad's small, white car to the outside of Mojo's lair where the other's were sitting on the pavement.

Blossom looked up.

"Let's go!"

A/N: Hope you liked it! Write more soon. Bye~! :) Lots of love, Momo xXx

P.S: No this is not goodbye, I just feel dramatic ;)