A/N: I hope you lucky kids over in America are enjoying your summer holidays, because right now school sucks! No longer can I daydream about what to write next in Earth Science, I have to actually do work! Cheese it! I oughta bundy outta there! Oh well, fair suck of the sauce bottle.

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"So the Puff is pregnant?" HIM asked in that silky voice, his red eyes boring into mine. I growled back. He hadn't paid any attention to us since we were about 8, and now he's back as soon as he heard the news. Asshole. "This is brilliant!"

I glared at Boomer, who was fidgeting beside me. He and his big mouth! It was his fault Mojo knew about Buttercup, and now HIM was in on it too! Brick was glaring at him as well and he was glancing at both of us, a sorry look in his blue eyes.

"Brilliant?!" Mojo wailed incredulously, fuming. "It's messed up everything! How could you be such a pansy as to fall for such a-"

"He didn't fall for her." HIM argued, still blinking up at me in impressed admiration. "He just got her pregnant! It's a dream! This will be the child of the future! The…savior!"

"Savior?" I scoffed, frowning. "What the Hell are you talking about!"

HIM's bright red eyes flickered in excitement. "Hell is exactly what I'm talking about!"

I rolled my eyes and snarled, folding my arms across my chest. I didn't get a word of what this stupid demon stepdad was getting at. HIM glided over to me and put a claw around my shoulder. I glared at him.

"Think about it…" He said, grinning widely. "Your Chemical X DNA with the Puff's Chemical X DNA, it can only be a great mix of power! The child will be one of the greatest warriors of all time with that blood coursing through their veins!"

I narrowed my eyes at him. So did Brick, who growled. "What the Hell are you on HIM? This kid'll be normal won't it?"

"Oh how wrong you are!" He simpered, still grinning. "It'll probably be more powerful than all of you put together!" he clapped his clawed hands together in joy and gave me a pleased look. "I'm so proud!"

Before I knew it he had pulled me into a backbreaking hug. Boomer and Brick guffawed behind me.

"Ugh" I groaned, pushing him off. "Get off me, since when are you so interested in my life?" I snarled at him, thinking of how he abandoned us when we were younger.

"Why, since you've decided to follow in my footsteps of course!" He said gleefully. Mojo narrowed his eyes at him from the other side of the room. "Along my path of well…evil!"

"But I never wanted to be evil" I growled at him, but I wasn't even sure if I believed that. "You guys are both evil and both of you fail miserably!"

"But with this child" HIM simpered to himself. "You could rule, you could dominate, this child…of your blood…will be so powerful-"

"Hang on" I growled at him and he turned, frowning. "What makes you think you'll get hold of my kid?" I felt protective of it, I didn't want HIM getting his grubby mits on any baby that's mine.

HIM sighed, drawing me closer to him. I reluctantly let him.

"Listen, Butch." He said strongly. "You don't want this kid growing up a half breed, do you?"

"Half Breed?" I repeated furiously.

"Yeah" he shrugged. "Half hero, half villain? It'll be teased, ridiculed. Half good and half bad, it will be confused it's whole life. It'll grow up depressed and alone, not knowing where it belongs."

"I-I'll take care of it-"

"But it will still want to be good deep down" HIM said, shaking his head sadly. He sighed. "The child…won't know where it belongs, if you teach it to be evil it will be…but there will always be that urge to do good. Your child needs a solid path to travel on."

I narrowed my eyes at him, but Boomer spoke up.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying" HIM sighed, glaring at him. "That this child needs to be converted, and because it's so powerful it needs to be done straight away. It needs to be either evil or good- and it will be preposterous to let the good side have this glory."

"Butch" Brick suddenly snarled at me. "You're not seriously supporting this freak, are you?"

I bit my lip and glared at HIM, who gave me an innocent look.

"Fine" He shrugged, sighing. "Shut me out, don't do anything. Let your child grow up a half breed. But remember- it'll want to be good, which means it'll reject evil. It'll reject-" His eyes met mine. -"It'll reject its own father. Its own family. Its own heritage."

I stiffened and he crept closer to me, watching me closer with those bright evil eyes.

"Do you want your baby to grow up hating you?" He blinked at me expectantly.

I tapped my sneakers nervously on the tiled floor, watching the clock with apprehension. I bit at my nails and glanced over at my sister, trying to pass the time, but nothing worked. The clock was ticking as slow as ever.

"Can we go soon?" I asked Blossom, who was reading a magazine beside me. She gave me a hard look.

"BC, you haven't even been called for your appointment yet!"

"I know" I muttered to her. "But I just think this thing is a whole waste of time. I should be getting checked by a professor or scientist, not a doctor."

"We need to check if the baby's okay" She whispered back, turning the page of the magazine. "It's 3 months old, it's about time you have a checkup."

I sighed, wrapping my hands around my stomach in a protective way. 3 months…it didn't seem like that long. The Professor still hadn't spoken to me since I (well, my baby) had thrown him through the wall of our living room. Since then no outbursts have occurred- except for the occasional morning sickness and weird cravings. Usually fried chicken, peanut butter and gravy.

I looked around the doctor's office. They had to watch the door as the paparazzi would try to sneak in and snap a photo of me. You'd think they would have stopped now, but whatever magazine I picked up guaranteed there'd be a picture of me.

I glanced at the small table next to my chair- sure enough last month's gossip magazine cover with a picture of me coming out of my house splayed across it- me in my jeans, green singlet and big white aviator sunglasses, Bubbles giving me a hug before she went to school. The title read 'PUFF UP THE DUFF'. Surely they couldn't come up with a more original title? I'd seen that one plenty of times.

"Don't worry about it" Blossom muttered, putting down her magazine (another one with me on the front) and turning to me. "It'll blow over soon."

"I hope so" I muttered, frowning and holding my stomach. Blossom frowned.

"What's wrong? The baby?"

"Morning sickness" I grunted, nervously burping. Just then the nurse appeared, reading my name off her clipboard loudly. Blossom tugged at the sleeve of my jacket and I reluctantly stood up as well, following her into the small room, where a young brunette doctor shook my hand cheerfully.

"Hello Buttercup!" She squealed happily, blinking her big brown eyes up at me. I nodded back. "I'm your doctor, Dr Bianca Walsh! I'm so happy to finally meet you!"

"And I'm…overjoyed to meet you." I muttered, frowning. If possible, her grin grew even wider as she hurried me along onto the examination table, covered in a so-called mattress. I sat on it reluctantly, silently preying this will all be over soon.

"Any problems?" She asked me, prodding my stomach. I raised my eyebrows at her. She was way too cheerful and excited for my liking. Blossom, noticing my expression, answered for me.

"None really" She muttered quickly from her chair. "She hasn't been for a checkup before."

"You haven't?" Dr. Walsh asked, still smiling excitedly. It was as if she was talking to a pre-schooler. "Well we should check that baby out, shouldn't we?"

I made an attempt at a smile.

"Can we go soon?" I complained to Blossom 10 minutes later. She was standing next to me in the dark room, rolling her eyes at me. The doctor stood over me, humming to herself as she scanned over my stomach with some wand. "The stuff on my stomach is really sticky and cold."

"BC" Blossom groaned back. "We need to check if your baby's okay."

"It's not even mine so why bother?" I couldn't help but snarl and lay back. The doctor scanned the wand over my stomach. I sighed to myself, still thinking of ways I can get passed Butch's plan. It was going to be tricky, but I was going to do whatever I could to make this baby mine.

"Well, there's the baby." she remarked to me happily, grinning. I frowned at the screen.

"Where?" I frowned at the blur of black and white shapes. She pointed it out. The shape actually looked like a baby, a tiny baby in my stomach. It was even moving slightly. It brought tears to my eyes. These past few months I had been on edge, trying not to think of the baby in my stomach as mine, so maybe it would hurt less when it was born and I had to give it away. It all came crashing down on me then, seeing that baby on the screen. It was tiny, but it was there…and it was mine.

"Your baby's first picture!" The doctor cooed at me. "Isn't it exciting?"

I made an attempt to nod, trying my best not to cry. "Yeah…"

"I'll print it out for you, and I'll give you all the necessary pamphlets and information on becoming a mommy" She said happily, poking my stomach. "Are you a single parent?"

Jeese, am I that transparant, or that well known?

I felt that same surge of anger flow through me and I swallowed nervously. Blossom quickly answered before I could reply.

"Uh, yes she is."

"Well that's no bother!" She chirped, grinning a fake smile. "Even though daddy's not around, many single mothers make it through with their birth, and many have very normal children, even though there are a lot of deadbeat dads out there-"

Oh crap.

"I don't know what happened!" I insisted Blossom, who was trying to revive the woman on the floor. My doctor. I bit my lip as I tried to calm myself down. Not again!

The overexcited doctor barely had time to finish her sentence before I had suddenly kicked her into the opposite end of the building- I estimate about 20 feet- through about 2 barriers of plaster this time. I looked nervously at the people around me, shocked expressions on their faces at the unconciouss doctor on the floor.

"Dr. Walsh!" Blossom said, moving the doctor into the recovery position. "Are you okay? You had quite a- um-…fall there."

I scoffed to myself. Fall- more like flight. She had practically flown through that plaster. I hadn't kicked anyone like that in a long time- back when we were fighting bad guys. But it wasn't me. I sighed to myself and put a hand to my stomach.

Bubbles gaped at me as I retold the story to her as soon as we got home. Blossom growled.

"It took me half an hour to revive her."

"Well she was thrown through an entire doctor's surgery in a matter of milliseconds." I insisted. "She was 20 feet away before I could blink."

Blossom gave me a look.

"But it wasn't my fault" I added, furrowing my brow.

"So you're saying your 1 inch long fetus threw that woman out of the window?" Blossom growled, narrowing her eyes.

"What?" I suddenly said, standing up. "You don't believe me?"

"I do believe you Buttercup" Blossom said tiredly, sitting down beside me and dragging me down next to her. "I just don't want to."

I swallowed, cringing at her expression. "What do you mean?"

She gave me a look, her chin in her hand and looking glum. "It's just…" She swallowed, looking nervous. "I've been thinking, and…this baby is…really powerful."

"Obviously." I frowned. "At 3 months it can throw human beings through buildings."

"No, it's just-" She paused. "Exactly. The baby's really strong and powerful- it's already got powers and it can use your body. And I just keep thinking-" Her pink eyes gazed into mine. "Maybe that's why Butch wants it. Maybe Butch knows it's powerful and he wants it for himself."

I gulped, thinking back to the villain himself. That must be it- why he wants my baby. He wants to make it evil!He wants to use it for himself. Selfish bastard.

"Do you think he'd raise it to be evil?" Bubbles asked suspiciously, looking at us both. "Do you think he'll…take over the world, or something?"

"Over my dead lifeless corpse!" I suddenly stood, fuming. I decided then and there that no matter what I did, I would give my life to make absolute sure Butch didn't get his hands on my…our…baby. I stomped up to my room and opened my closet doors with a flourish, searching through the boxes of junk I would never use. I heard my sisters behind me.

"Buttercup?"

"What are you doing?"

I rummaged through the useless junk and finally grabbed what I was looking for- a small dark wood box that resembled a jewelry box (only I had no jewelry). I sighed, looking at it. I'd had this ever since I was smaller, when I had found it in the garage cleaning one day. I think the Professor must have thrown it out. I used it as a money box ever since.

I pulled it out and dumped the contents onto my bed. Blossom gaped at me, Bubbles gasped loudly.

"BC!" She squeaked, looking over all of the notes that I had saved, birthday cheques and even small change. "There must be…thousands of dollars here!"

"I know" I mumbled, gathering it all together and counting it. "Now you know why I've been so stiff with my money all these years."

Blossom sat on my bed, giving me a contemplating look.

"So you're running away?"

I shrugged, tying my money together with a rubber band. I must remember to make a bank account. "I'll try."

"Where are you going to live?" Bubbles asked tearfully. "I mean…far away?"

I looked over at my sister. We usually called her our 'baby sister' because she was the most 'innocent' of the 3 of us. She looked heartbroken and I sighed, pulling her into a hug which Blossom joined. The three of us stood there for a while, hugging together.

"You could get an apartment in Citiesville." Blossom suggested when we finally broke apart. She wiped away the remainder of tears. "You know, it's about an hour's drive away but we could get there easily."

"Butch will find her if she's that close" Bubbles mumbled silently, looking down. I nodded, but Blossom shook her head.

"If he expects you'll run, he'll assume far away so he can't find you. If you go pretty nearby, he won't even realise how close you are. You'll be right next door, but he'll be looking for other states or countries." Blossom swallowed. "And…You know…keep your enemies close-"

I sighed, the realisation finally dawning on me. I have to move out, away from my home. I was going to do it- do everything I could to keep my baby. I gathered up the money and slipped it into a giant envelope.

"We'll start searching soon." Blossom suggested, putting her hand over mine. "If you want."

"But remember our 18th next month." Bubbles suddenly pointed out, swallowing nervously. She gazed at me with her big baby blue eyes. "You can't leave right away! You'll come to the birthday party won't you?"

I nodded, making an attempt to smile at her. We were 18 next month, and we were organizing a big bash to finally celebrate. I couldn't miss it, even though I wanted to run away from home, I still had to celebrate my birthday right?

"Yeah Bubbles" I smiled, running a hand through her hair. "It's only temporary, I hate being away from you guys." I looked at Blossom too, who dropped her head to my shoulder. I sighed. "But I have to do this."

"We're with you all the way" Bubbles said, smiling back. "But you have to promise that you'll invite us to the baby shower!"

Later that night-

"Are you sure about this?" I hissed at the demon beside me as the wind whistled past my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I felt like a sniper- lying in wait to strike out in stealth at our innocent victim. But it had to be done. HIM, who was coated in a long, death like cloak, chuckled at me softly.

"Of course I'm sure" He said in that feminine tone. "You do trust me right?"

"No" I snapped, folding my arms tightly. Boomer and Brick were behind me, keeping a lookout in case things got rough. We had been staked out here- on this rooftop- for an hour now, just waiting for all the lights in the household below us to be extinguished. It was now midnight.

"I think she's asleep" Brick muttered. "Their lights have been out for a while now."

"This better work" I snapped at HIM, who looked thrilled. "You better not wake her up, or hurt her, or-"

"What do you care about hurting her?" Boomer asked me. Anyone else I would have hit, but Boomer was genuinely curious and confused, not having a go at me. I just ignored him and instead gently glided off the rooftop to peer in her window.

The moonlight illuminated the room and her sleeping form. Her room was exactly as I remember- black and green walls coated in posters. Her body was tightly enclosed in her bedspreads, her hair spread out around her shoulders and her eyes tightly closed.

"Okay" I mumbled, opening her window carefully. She didn't move. "The coast is clear."

HIM crept towards her silently and I carefully watched him from the other side of the room- cautious he didn't try anything. I felt protective towards both my baby and the mother OF the baby. I glanced at her sleeping form. She looked so innocent, almost angelic. My anger with her seemed to have evaporated in the 3 months I hadn't seen her. Her ivory skin glistened in the moonlight like pearls. I couldn't help but run a finger down her arm- testing to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.

She frowned in her sleep but didn't stir, and HIM held out his arms from beneath his cloak towards her stomach and began to chant. I felt a chill go through the room, but knew I was doing the right thing for both me and my kid. Turning it evil was probably for the best.

Maybe the baby would thank me one day.

I must be dreaming.

But if it's dream, how can it be so real? I could almost feel, smell and taste everything around me, even though it was only swirling shapes and colors. I frowned, hearing a foreign voice reach my ears. It sounded like a child.

"Mommy?"

I looked around for the voice, but couldn't see it anywhere. I tried to speak, but I couldn't even open my mouth.

"Mom."

It echoed around my ears as the colours swirled around me, coming closer. They suddenly seemed much more hostile, and the colours seemed to darken.

"Mommy!"

The colours suffocated me and threw me to the ground. I twisted and writhed in pain. The heat in my stomach was now so intensified I could feel my throat almost on fire. I gasped-

And suddenly sat up in bed, clutching my stomach. I swallowed, my chest rising and falling rapidly with my pants. Only a dream…I told myself. Only a dream. Just the stress getting to you.

I reached around for my clock- twelve thirty at night. I sighed, trying to catch my breath. My stomach felt like it was doing flip flops and I had some serious heartburn. But I was okay.

For now.

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