A/N Guys I've posted like three chapters in a row! When I get trapped in the snow I apparently really get to writing! This one is long. I know I am doing so many Greens Gah but they are my fave. Review if you want more reds and blues!

Buttercup~

"You're losing your powers for a week." Father said. Bubbles gasped and Blossom looked down. They had no idea how shitty of a deal I was getting. They have never been stripped of their powers, only I have. Butch looked at me and then turned away. I can tell that Butch was the only one who truly knew the weight of that statement.

"This is bullshit!" I shouted. I was sweating, thinking of a way to exit.

"No it isn't. You need to get in touch with your humility."

"As if almost dying at least once a year since we were created wasn't enough?" I jabbed. Father took a step back, agape. Blossom's eyes shot up but I still looked at Father, challenging him. Sometimes I felt we were only made to do his bidding. 'You were an act of love!' But I can now see that that was bullshit, there was no such thing as love, only controlling someone else. Bending them to your will.

"But since it clearly isn't enough," I started turning on my heels, "Then you'll have to catch me first."

I went through the door in a flash of green, not looking back.

Brick~

Damn was that girl fast and cunning. I cannot believe she brought up her creation. Buttercup was getting into more and more of a destructive mood since our arrival or maybe I was just noticing it more.

"Bubbles come on we have to get her!" Blossom said snatching the Antidote X out of Utonium's hand. Bubbles followed Blossom in a streak of light blue.

"Come on Boomer, Butch, we have to catch the second fastest super human." I said encouraging Butch to take the bait. He stood with his hands in his pockets and slowly met my gaze.

"I am not helping anyone lose their powers. I've been there, it sucks." He said shrugging.

"Well can you at least tag along, what if she gets out of control and starts kicking all of our asses." I really needed him to come, I was hoping he would take back his statement. That he would help us.

"I'll come along but she's pretty weak right now." He said bitterly, walking past me, "You won't need me to catch her."

Bullshit Buttercup was weak right now. Everyone in the party aside from Butch had been punched in the face twice. Butch's eyes watching with that a dull look. The same look he got when he wanted to disconnect from everything. I had to move my jaw around and rub it as I got up from the ground. We were trying to surround her, corner her but that was a horrible idea. After about an hour or so of playing cat and mouse with Buttercup I was starting to get tired of it.

"Pass me the shot Blossom." I hissed and she did. I let my anger take over and started gaining on her, she stopped and side stepped causing me to crash into a large oak. I used the oak to push off of to regain my lost speed. I could see that her eyes were locked on Butch the whole time, angry smoldering eyes. I glanced to him nodding my head toward her but he shook his no. I swallowed and gained more speed, looking at Butch desperately one final time. I saw that he was mouthing to Buttercup. 'Are you going to do the right thing?' I almost didn't see her shrug or the tree I barely dodged. Their eyes were still locked on each other's. Blossom popped up in front of Buttercup but she just placed her foot on her chest and used her to propel herself up and over her. I crashed and got tangled in Red.

"I've got this." I growled to her and continued to chase her. I was really falling behind but then she started to slow down, we were a good mile away from everyone now, Butch no longer in site. She came to a full stop and I slammed into her. She didn't fight back like I thought she was going to. She just looked me in the eyes, they were glazed over, looking eerily dead. I sunk the needle into her neck and she winced. I got off of her and watched as she crumpled into herself, all of her muscles tensing and twitching. Butch pushed me out of the way and moved her into a sitting position.

"Hold my hands." He whispered, she did and I could hear all of his bones snapping and then she let out an unpleasant shudder. She was sweating and shanking and looked like she was about to vomit.

"You can leave now." Butch said coolly lifting Buttercup princess style. His hands had healed that quickly. He must have known that her grip would soften enough for her to only fracture his hands. I licked my lips and watched for a second. She looked totally different, all the color drained from her, her hair sticking to her forehead. Her face twisted in pain as she grabbed on to Butch's shirt.

"Does it always react that way?"

"Don't you remember doing it to me too?" Butch asked, shoving past me, "It feels like fire and ice all at once."

Half a week passed and dinners were unbearable. Everyone was silent. Nobody was laughing or joking like we had just before Buttercup's disappearance act. With each passing day she grew more and more hostile. Or so she made the room feel like. She set her hands on the table, the bruises on her knuckles clearly visible. Probably trying to train all of the frustration out of her. I could hear what Butch was whispering into her ear. It would alternate between. You need to eat and you need to take a break from training, let your body heal. Butch was becoming very tender towards Buttercup, while she became more aloof. Blossom didn't speak to me for a whole day when I told her I would handle Buttercup. I felt awful for growling at her so I bought out the whole floral shop and had it delivered to her during court. Bubbles squealed with delight, Blossom blushed and Buttercup rolled her eyes. I decided I was going to have a talk with her later this evening.

"What no that's a horrible idea!" Blossom half shrieked, "She'll just get angry."

"I need to apologize anyway Sweet Red."

"Apologize!" She said, incredulously, "What the hell for?!"

"Have you ever had to do the injection?"

"Well no, Father always did, she never ran away before."

"Okay well I need to apologize and maybe I can get on her level of gruff and talk some sense into her."

"Ha! If Butch can't no one can."

"Not true." I said putting on a shirt and slipping on some jeans, "Who do you think convinced Butch to come here?"

I tried her room first but it was dark so I wandered around the castle. I used my super hearing to see if I could catch onto her voice or her heartbeat. Unfortunately I had to drown out all of the gossip from the staff. I soon gave up on that when I heard a certain number of staff talk about spying on the girls. I took mental note of how their voices sounded and decided I would punish them later. I found a back corridor in the castle that I had never been in before when I heard thump and thwak coming from behind a door. I opened it to see Buttercup punching with all her might into metal dummies. Not even bothering to use the one that was padded. Stubborn, she was utterly stubborn. Her next punch left a smear of crimson on the front of the shiny dummy.

"Maybe you should listen to my brother." I said leaning against the door way. She turned around surprised, her regular senses and hearing not picking up on me.

"Like hell!" She said punching again, splitting her knuckles more. I took notice that she looked slimmer.

"Are you eating at all?"

"What the hell do you care?" She said punching with her left fist now, "Did Butch send you?"

"No. I sent myself." I said pushing off the door jamb to come inside. She scoffed.

"I don't know why." Still working on trying to break this dummy, "It's not like you care."

"I never said I didn't."

"Never said you did."

A few moments of silence passed in between us, she had finally split her left fist open. She was going to throw another punch but I grabbed her wrist.

"Well I do."

"By default."

"No. You're a good fighter and really funny when you aren't brooding." She pulled her wrist free.

"Anyway I wanted to say I'm sorry for," I rubbed the back of my neck, "For you know."

"It's okay, it didn't hurt that bad." She shrugged, lying her ass off.

"I saw you got another three letters last night." I said, she froze and bit her lip, "You're going to take them anyway aren't you?"

"Yea I think I did the toughest one already. These ones are more normal." She turned back to her sparring partner.

"Look if I swear to not say a damn word to anyone will you please at least tell me where you're going." With that she went back to punching the dummy.

"I just want to bring a body back for your sisters. I don't want them to wonder forever where you are or if you just up and left them. You've been aloof with them for a long time. They love you and…"

"Okay so Blossom sent you then." She with a punch and she actually dented the dummy.

"No she didn't." I sighed, "I've spied on you ladies before remember."

"You know for data like you ladies did to us? Y'all used to laugh and play stupid games together." She whirled around to face me, got extremely close to my face.

"Fine, I'll tell you where I am going but listen here Brick, if I found out that you told anyone I will fucking rip out that tongue that Blossom likes so much." She hissed at me. I placed my hands in the air.

"You have my word Buttercup." I said with all the seriousness I possessed. She whirled back around silent for a long time.

"Okay well when I get my powers back. The second this Antidote X wears off I am going to the East for half a day and then near your old beating grounds for a full day." She said punching the whole time and finally punched the dummy hard enough that it skirted across the floor. I watched as her muscles shook with fatigue.

"All the way to the castle?" I asked, not meaning to let concern lace my voice.

"No, just the edge, there is a pest problem there." She said turning towards me, a wild look in her eyes.

Butch~

When I saw my raven haired girl doing a balancing act on the slimmest and highest ledge on the castle I was more than livid.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked watching her sway as she took another step towards the other side.

"Nothing." She replied almost losing her balance as a strong wind pushed her.

"This isn't nothing!" I yelled, floating beside her but she continued to ignore me, "If you fall you die. Are you dense, you have no powers!

"I know." She said looking me in the eye, her eyes wild, "I'm doing it for the adrenaline rush. You should know better than anyone how hard it is to get a good rush when you're human. You get me so I know you get that. Plus you're here now so you'll catch me if I fall." I sighed and landed on the ledge a few feet in front of her.

"Walk to me and be done."

"What are you my dad now? First you say I don't eat enough, now you don't think I'm safe enough."

"Just do it." I growled, earning a nasty glare from her. Then a wild smile crossed her face as she leaned towards the Earth.

"Don't you dare, I am compromising with you." I hissed, "Please just walk to me and be done." But she didn't, she nosedived towards the Earth. I swooped her up quickly and she giggled.

"See I told you that you'd catch me."

"I am not happy with you."

"No one ever is." She said as I placed her back on solid ground. She was being insufferable, acting more and more wild. Turning more and more into me.

"Butch I told you to kill her!" Him hissed at me, "You were so close that day! Why didn't you just rip out her throat! Your brother's would have followed suit! This whole thing would be over and the world would be mine."

I didn't say anything, usually Brick was the one who had to deal with Him who would tell us to keep our mouths shut, that he would talk care of this for us. But Brick couldn't convince HIM to let Brick take my place. Him grew angry by my lack of answer, I thought it was stupid to even talk because often Him could just reach into your head for the answer. He grabbed my chin with one of his powerful claws.

"Are you going to answer me boy?" Another hiss as his claw broke skin.

"It wasn't the right time." Is all I could say. This guy was still stuck on something that happened seven years ago but I had to keep my feelings hidden or Him would take down the girls himself. He snapped my jaw with his response and I spit the blood in his face.

I awoke from my nap to see a figure in bed with me.

"What the hell?" I said half startled but Buttercup just looked at me.

"Oh don't act all spooked. I can't even break skin." She laughed flipping through a magazine.

"Why are you here?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"You want the truth or a lie?" She asked, not even looking up at me. I sat for a moment and gave it some thought.

"Both."

"Okay but you have to guess which is which." She said looking me in the eye, "I came in here to murder you in your sleep."

"Okay and the other one?"

"I was lonely." She said quietly. I knew I should make a joke about it, it would cheer her up and make her feel less vulnerable.

"Hmmmmm," I said pretending to think, "The second one was definitely a lie."

We both laughed.

"Were you testing me to see if I would really catch you if you fell?"

"Truth or lie?"

"Lie."

"No." She grinned a devilish grin.

"So are you going to show me your talents or what?" She asked eyeing my sketch book on the table. I chewed my lip for a moment. Nothing made me feel rawer than having people look at my work. It had some pretty old drawings in there. The sketch book was huge and I still hadn't filled it up. I stared at the sketch book as if it would give me a good enough excuse.

"Fine but on one condition." I said sitting up fully and leaning against the head board, I spread my legs to make room, "You sit here."

I patted the space between my legs and she snarled at me.

"That's the only way!" I sang song.

"Fine." She said through gritted teeth and gently climbed over my leg. She wriggled her hips to make my legs open more and to get more comfortable. I bit back an urge and picked up the sketch book.

"I love the idea of you in between my legs." I purred into the ear but she swatted me away reaching for the sketch book. She held it in her hands, she was about to start from the beginning.

"Okay new rule. I flip the pages."

"Hell no." She said clutching the sketchbook to her chest, refusing to move it away until I placed my hands back on her thighs. I sighed and she finally placed the sketch book on her lap. I noted her trying to heal split and bruised knuckles. I brought each hand to my mouth and kissed each knuckle. I could feel her squirm and smirked.

"You know I don't like to see you hurt." I whispered in her ear, and I could see a faint blush rising on her cheeks. She picked the book back up and opened it. The first drawing was horrible compared to what I can do now. It was a family portrait, well sorta. Mojo had his hands placed on Boomer and Brick who were laughing, they had posed for me. Everyone was all smiles and chuckles. The first "chapter" of drawings were filled with pictures similar to the first. My brothers and I swimming in the lake, or just my brothers laughing, or my dad looking at us like we were the best people around. Here and there were landscapes that I liked, sunsets, my book filled with a mixture of mediums. She stopped on a picture of Boomer. It was a view of the back of his head, he was perched in a tree watching Bubbles. Bubbles was singing with and to birds out in the back yard. You could see just enough of his face to see his smirk. Buttercup's fingers traced the page.

"How old were you guys?" She asked peering over her shoulder to look at me.

"Twelve maybe?" I said shrugging and she went back to the book, "I think I made fun of him later for looking all soft."

She flipped past a few more landscapes and times with my brothers stopping on a page that had Brick. Similar view, with has cap on backwards staring at Blossom. She was dancing ballet, her legs and arms extended as far as they could go. He wore the same smirk as Boomer. Again we were twelve. Brick and Boomer didn't really start liking the girls like I liked Buttercup until later. As the drawings went on their smirks turned into more, much more. She flipped the page and there was the infamous drawing that started it all. It was her at thirteen, my first black and white with a color block. I heard her lips part and a small gasp escape. I put so much emotion into that drawing, I wanted to make sure I got her just right. I didn't know that that would be the last time I would see Buttercup looking me like that. Like I was only a challenge, after that she looked at me with hatred.

"Butch…" She whispered but I turned the page, silently telling her that this was a vulnerable time she would skip over. She looked over her shoulder at me but I just gave her a smile. She flipped the pages some more. Seeing hastily drawn images of her scar of the bed rock crater, her cut braid, of all the shit I remembered the most and affected me the most. I flipped those pages too. She was dwelling on something we both couldn't resolve yet. She clenched and unclenched her fists for a moment before turning the page. I drew my brothers in a different light after that, their laughs less light hearted, more sinister and fucked up. The images got darker, the shadowing threatening to consume the whole page. . With each flip of the page I was watching my life grow darker and more out of control. Pages filled with drug induced images, where I wrote what I was on at the top. I drew random girls I had slept with, I mean I drew them stark naked as I had recalled it in my head but they weren't painted in a pretty light either. Their smiles, empty flat, meaningless because that's what all of them were to me. I swallowed hard but she didn't react to the number of women in there She flipped again and saw herself sitting with Ace. They were snuggled on a picnic blanket laughing. I drew everything with light, I captured their love for each other but I was in the corner of the page, the same view I did with my brother's but I did not wear a smirk or smile. This was another no question page. There were a few more of them on dates, then of just Buttercup alone training, laughing with her sisters. A few more landscapes but again painted in negative tones. Everything thing was but Buttercup. I had a picture of her crying in there. She gasped at this one. I kissed the crown of her head lightly.

"You left me that note!" She exclaimed, I didn't realize she had even gotten the note. I was too scared to stay around and see. It was the night Ace broke up with her. Not three days after they had started having sex.

"Yea." I murmured resting my head on top of hers. She gave a small giggle.

"I still have it. It made me feel a whole lot better." She flipped through the book, making comments here and there and I noticed that most of my drawings were starting to look like the beginning again. Sans one picture of the look in Buttercup's portrait where I captured how she looked at me post falling out fight. Like she hated me, like I was shit. She finally landed on the one that I couldn't remember drawing after the party. I remember drawing her faces when she was dancing but this one I couldn't. She stared for a long time, tracing the scars that littered her back. I heard her grit her teeth.

"Do you remember that night?" She asked.

"The party? Yea. How couldn't I?"

"No, I mean after."

"I remember we kissed a lot. A lot a lot. Fooled around some."

"No. After that too." We sat in silence and I hoped we hadn't had sex. I would want to remember our first time. I stared at her etched dimples.

"What you did?" She prompted, "What you said?"

For the life of me I just couldn't remember. She sighed, longing at whatever she remembered, leaving me feeling totally guilty.