Bubbles lead Boomer to a cave that looked out over the forest top. Rain began to fall on the summer leaves. Bubbles watched the rain fall trying not to bring any attention to her or acknowledge his presence. It didn't work though; she could feel him stare intently at her, occasionally shivering when the thunder rolled. In truth he was trying to figure her out. She previously had thrown a rock at his head and now was sheltering him from the storm. Not only that, but something was familiar about her. He crept forward slowly to get a better look at her face. She turned around to see him an inch from her face.

"W-what do you want!" Bubbles asked, her voice trembling.

"I want to know why you are afraid of me; I haven't done anything to you." Boomer said plainly. Bubbles scooted back.

"That's not true is it?" Bubbles hid her face, had she made a mistake? "I'm so stupid; I thought you were someone else." Boomer tilted his head, why did she seem so familiar?

"There are a lot of blonds in the world." Boomer agreed, he gently grabbed a lock of the blonde's tresses and brought it closer.

"None of them are like you." Bubbles said, lightning crashed against the sky. Boomer looked up, his eyes locked with her's and the wind howled. It was her, the girl from his childhood, the one he couldn't kill. Bubbles shivered, the villain was a little too close. Boomer leaned forward, it was definitely her. Bubbles could feel the heat rushing to her face as she could feel that she was stuck between the wall of the cave and the minorly feral boy. Not only that, but he seemed incredibly interested in her. She slowly slid onto her back along with Boomer.

"I know you." He whispered.

"I know, I threw a rock at you." Bubbles said desperately trying to change the subject.

"No, I know you from before then." Boomer said, Bubbles studied hid eyes once more and shrieked.

"You… YOU MONSTER!" She kicked him off of her. "How could you? You killed my mother!" Boomer was taken aback by these words.

"I killed humans, they're better off dead." Boomer drawled.

"Why? What did they do to you?" This seemed to hit a nerve.

"What did they do? It's better to ask what they didn't do! My parents abandoned me on the doorstop of yuppies. Those people locked me up in a shed for six years. I can't count the number of people who walked by that house and didn't help me. No madder how hard I tried no one would help me. I had to change my body and break free."

"So that's why you want to destroy humans."

"They are cruel and heartless. You have no idea what they are capable of." Boomer defended. The thunder growled in protest.

"Not all humans are bad, my mom died trying to find someone who could help me. She was human, does that make me evil?" Bubbles asked, Boomer stared long and hard before he managed an answer.

"There is evil in everyone and it can be brought out in certain circumstances. I don't think you have come across such a circumstance. You are… mislead." To his surprise Bubbles gave out a sigh of relief.

"Then there is hope for you yet."

"Do you think I'm evil?" Boomer asked causing Bubbles to freeze. She didn't know quite how to answer that question. He was scary and willing to kill innocent people, it also seemed that he would always resent humans. On the other hand he could be reasoned with and he had a good reason to hate humans. It was entirely possible that he was just trying to deal with what happened. After all hadn't Buttercup felt the same? That was another thing; he was helping her find Buttercup.

"No, but that doesn't mean what your doing is right." Boomer smiled at this.

"Of course, you're so kind to others. I wouldn't expect any less." The rain began to lighten and the thunder became a mere murmur. He leaned closer and captured her lips. It sent tremors through her blood stream as he moved his lips against her's. He pulled back watching how dazed she had become and secretly ranting at himself.

"Why did you do that?" bubbles asked, Boomer froze he hadn't really thought about it, which was the problem. It just felt like the right thing to do, his stare hardened.

"It's your own fault." Boomer muttered, he flew off. Bubbles touched still tingling lips, he never did answer her question. She looked out to the forest as the rain stopped. She had twiddled her thumbs long enough, she needed to find out where Buttercup was.

AN: So here's some blue romance for you, hope you liked it. I have a new pole up so please go check it out when you have the time. I would also appreciate reviews, thank you for reading the next installment.