Hey guys, sorry for a late update, I've been on holiday. But I'm back now. Also, sorry if there are any stupid grammar or spelling mistakes in this, my son has discovered just how tantalising my laptop keyboard is to bash the hell out of, which is fun for both of us. He stretches himself in the most extravagant positions to get to it. Don't worry though, he is eating my kindle as I type this (it's worth sacrificing to get this posted!). But yeah, I have searched through this a couple of times as I usually do but, my little boy is thorough, he might have got his say in somewhere! ;) Enjoy!

And I don't wanna fall in love/This love is only gonna break your heart/And I don't want to fall in love/This love is only gonna break your heart

Bubbles placed the car seat that Bonnie was strapped into onto the step by Blossom's front door. Rearranging the change bag balanced on her shoulder, she rang the doorbell and waited for her sister to answer.

She could hear the sound of Blake crying from inside, and she smiled faintly. Maybe she had interrupted a nursing session to get the door, she'd be there in a moment.

But a few moments passed, Blake continued to scream inside, and no one came to the door.

She must have been in; she could hear Blake wailing loudly inside. He wouldn't be home alone, of course not. She pressed the doorbell again, and rapped her hand against the door loudly, she might not have heard her over Blake's screams, their puffruff children had a mighty set of lungs on them, not knowing how to control their powers yet as they were only babies.

Bubbles glanced at her watch and realized she must have been waiting for about 5 minutes now. That wasn't normal. Blossom usually answered immediately, even if she was mid breastfeed. Picking Bonnie up in her car seat, she decided to hop the gate and see if she could see them inside. She only zoomed around the ground floor windows, not wanting to be overreacting and Blossom was just on the toilet or something trivial like that.

She couldn't see her. She knocked and rang the doorbell another couple of times, and even tried phoning Blossom's house phone and cell. She got nothing. She was worried then, something had happened, so without hesitation she gently placed Bonnie's car seat back onto the step and high kicked Blossom's front door down.

It landed with a thud and Bubbles burst inside, clutching Bonnie as steady as she could.

"Blossom?" She called, poking her head into the kitchen diner, lounge, downstairs toilet and cloakroom. She must have been upstairs.

"Blossom?!" She yelled again, as she zipped into Blake's room. Blake was in his cot, red in the face and crying hysterically. She rushed to him, placing Bonnie in her car seat down on the floor nearby.

"Shh, shhh, it's okay Blakey. Where is your Mummy?" She asked him, turning absentmindedly and noticing that his mummy was in fact in the same room as them.

She just hadn't noticed her there at first glance. She was sat on the floor, her back arched, staring glassy eyed and almost hypnotized.

Bubbles crouched down beside her, placing an arm round her automatically. "Blossom? Are you okay?"

She was shaking profusely, and was drenched in tears and sweat. Blossom didn't budge as Bubbles gently shook her and called her name. She was rigid beneath Bubbles' touch.

"Blossom? Please, what's wrong?" Bubbles exclaimed, trying not to cry herself as fear and panic took over. Blossom didn't reply, and Bubbles realized she wasn't present.

'Maybe she's having a flashback…' Bubbles pondered as she looked over to Blake and Bonnie, Blake still screeching and Bonnie whimpering, all the noise upsetting her.

Blossom spoke, making Bubbles jump and turn toward her. She was whimpering and moaning, begging someone to stop what they're doing.

Bubbles felt her heart tear at the realization that she was having a flashback, and that there was nothing she could do to help her sister. She held onto her tightly, squeezing her and telling her she loved her and she was there.

"I love you, and Buttercup loves you, and the Professor loves you, and so does Kelly, and Blake! Blake loves you so, so much! And Brick, he's always loved you, always. And Mitch, and Jay and Bonnie love you, Boomer loves you, and even Butch does! We all love you Blossom, we're all here, you don't have to be alone." Bubbles whispered into her redheaded sister's ear, tears streaming down her own face now. She'd never felt so helpless.

Blake's bawling worsened and Bubbles jumped up, scooping him from his bassinet. "It's okay baby Blakey, it's okay." Bubbles cooed, wiping tears from her eyes and forcing a smile as she looked at him, reassuring him.

She knelt down again by Blossom, Blake in her arms. "Blossom, Blake needs you. Your baby boy needs you. Blossom please, please be okay. Please?"

Blossom blinked suddenly, glancing to her right to see Bubbles sat beside her, with wide wet eyes, and Blake weeping in her arms. She slowly came around, looking dazed and confused as her eyes focused on the room.

"Oh Blossom!" Bubbles cried, nuzzling into her side. "That was so scary! I was so worried!"

Blossom's breathing was rapid as she looked down and noticed Blake howling in her sisters' arms. A wave of shame and embarrassment sweeps over her as she realised she'd had a flashback, a doozy of one, whilst she was supposed to be looking after Blake.

"Oh my god…" She mutters. "Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened." She wailed worriedly. "What if I was holding him when it happened? What if… Bubbles I am so sorry!"

"Sorry?! What do you have to be sorry about?! Blossom this is not your fault!" Bubbles insisted, passing Blake into her outstretched arms. "How long have these been happening?"

"Erm, not a lot…" Blossom said, her arms shaking still as she held onto her son.

Bubbles gave her a stern look. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." She mumbled fruitlessly.

Bubbles got to her feet, turning to help Blossom stand, then scooping the handle to Bonnie's car seat up onto the crook of her arm.

"Let's get you a drink and sat down." Bubbles instructed, taking her hand and leading her down the stairs.

"Erm…" Blossom answered blearily. "I need to feed Blake. I'm pretty sure thats what I was doing."

"That's fine. Bonnie needs feeding too, we can have a nursing session, and a chat." Bubbles told her, plonking her down on her sofa in the living room. "Oh, and sorry about your door…" She smiled sheepishly, before disappearing to get Blossom a sweet, sugary drink.

"So, I'm going to ask you again…" Bubbles said, as they both sat nursing in the living room. "How long has this been going on for?" Her voice was so full of authority, so much so that Blossom forgot it was Bubbles, her soft, serene sister, that she was talking to.

"Well, since it happened I suppose." Blossom mumbled.

"How often?"

Blossom swallowed, looking down at Blake and watching him nurse. "At least once a day, I guess…5, 6 times a week..."

"Blossom! Why the hell have you hidden this?!" Bubbles barked.

"They aren't all as bad as that one was… That was a particularly bad episode. I normally know when it's coming and I can, control it, ish. But sometimes they take me by surprise."

"Does Brick know?"

"Ermm, on some level –"

"Yes or no? Does he know?" Bubbles repeated.

"He knows I've had the odd one. But he doesn't know that they're sometimes a daily occurrence…"

"Blossom," Bubbles said, her voice gentler now. "Why have you been hiding this? You shouldn't be going through this alone. It's not fair on you, and it's not fair on Blake! He needs his Mummy happy. And we need you happy!"

"I'm just so, ashamed of it, Bubbles." Blossom said, still not looking her in the eye.

"Ashamed?" Bubbles said, perplexed.

"Yeah… I mean, I've finally got things together haven't I? I'm back with Brick, we're living together, I have a beautiful baby boy with him. But then there's this, this great big, soul sucking, thing, always there, lingering, and now I'm a wreck! Again! And it's my fault! I've got so many good things to look toward, but I just can't get away from this." Blossom said, feeling a weight lift off her chest as she spoke.

"It's okay." Bubbles said softly, smiling. "I'm here now. We're all here, and we're going to help."

Brick nodded as he held the phone to his ear using his shoulder and his head. "Yep. Yep, that sounds great." He muttered, not really paying much attention to the office minion who was harping away down the other end of it. He was far too busy playing a shoot out game on his cell to be paying attention.

"Send the files up and I'll authorize it. Yes, no it's fine. Oh, are you shitting me?" He cried as he killed a good guy and lost a life. "No, I wasn't talking about that, it's – nothing, don't worry."

He nodded lazily and 'uh-huh-ed' and 'mm-hmm-ed' as they jabbered on, when suddenly the line went dead. He closed his game, sliding his phone into his pocket and looking at the receiver to his office phone in confusion.

He looked at the holder and noticed a hand pushing down the button to end the call.

The hand belonged to Bubbles, who was holding Blake in one arm and Bonnie in the other.

"Hey… What's going on?" Brick asked, as Blake was shoved into his arms. He smiled down at his weeks old son, but then gave Bubbles a confused look. "Is everything okay?"

"No it's not." Bubbles answered, her voice stern. "Blossom is not okay. She needs our help."

"How'd you mean?" Brick asks as he looked down at Blake.

"She's struggling with her rape."

Brick flinched as Bubbles spoke. "We have to talk about it Brick! We have to help her! She's not facing it, she's blocking it away and it's tearing her apart! She's been having flashbacks and she needs us! She may not want to acknowledge it, you may not want to acknowledge it, but she'll never be able to move on from it if she doesn't, and she needs you, and all of us, there for her!" Bubbles berated. It didn't suit her, this scolding tone, it was like being told off by a puppy.

"Where is she?" Brick answered flatly, after a few seconds consideration.

"She's at home." Bubbles said turning to leave. She turned round sharply when Brick hadn't immediately followed her. "Well come on then!" she quipped.

"All right, all right!" He replied, jumping to his feet.

Blossom was sat in her living room, staring listlessly at the TV screen, even though it was turned off. She noticed a layer of dust along the thin top of the screen. It needed dusting quite considerably.

She got to her feet and hovered into the kitchen, reaching into the cupboard under the sink and pulling out a duster and some polish. She began cleaning, catching her reflection in the TV screen as she did.

Her eyes had that red puffy look of someone who had been crying, and she looked tired and drained. What was this doing to her?

She put the duster down, switching the TV on, trying to take her mind off of it. There was a daytime chat show on. An assertive woman, the show's host, was scolding a man sat in a chair. Blossom read the caption at the bottom of the screen: 'I'm not paying child maintenance, your child is not mine!'

Blossom rolled her eyes, then looked back up at the screen. The man had brown hair, and familiar eyes. He smiled so cockily, seemed so above everyone else. Blossom felt the world close in around her as she watched, her breathing getting shallow.

It was Jeremy…It was Jeremy. No it's not! Her mind screamed at her. It's a guy who looks remotely like him… Get ahold of yourself!

She stood up, rapidly switching the TV off. She took ragged breaths as she tried to collect herself. But then her stomach rolled and she could feel herself shaking. Running to the kitchen, she threw up violently into the sink.

There was a loud bang as Brick, holding Blake, and Bubbles, holding Bonnie, entered the house. The door had only been leant up, and Brick had pushed it opened, it landing on the ground with a thud.

"Blossom?" Brick called. They heard her retching in the kitchen. Brick turned and passed Blake into Bubbles' arms.

Brick was at Blossom's side in seconds, stroking her back. "Blossom why the hell didn't you tell me? Why are you trying to do this on your own?"

Blossom spat into the sink, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and then washing her hands, and running the tap a little. "I'm sorry. I know I should have said something. I just don't want to be weak anymore."

Brick held her closely. "I'm here now. Bubbles is here, we're all here okay? We are going to fix this best we can."

When the front door opened, Buttercup looked round quickly, her features anxious and wary.

Jay's face was pretty identical to hers as he stepped inside with Butch.

"Hey." She said, half smiling at her son. He returned the smile briefly, then sighed.

Butch spoke before Jay could. "Don't be hard on her, Jay. It's really my fault just as much as it is your Ma's."

"What do you mean?" Buttercup asked, narrowing her eyes at Butch.

"Butch is my Dad?" Jay asked accusingly.

Buttercup glared at Butch. "You told him?!"

"I guessed! I'm not an idiot Mum!" Jay barked. "I heard what Dad – What Mitch said, and I guessed."

Buttercup sighed, all the anger fading from her face. "I don't know what to say."

"Sorry would be a start?" Jay said, folding his arms over his chest. "I can't believe this!"

"Jay, dude, like I said, its my fault too. I'm not expecting you to understand or comprehend this straight away, but don't take it out on your Mum. I was an irresponsible asshole. And Mitch had had the hots for your Mum for years. He could offer you more than I could at the time. She was trying to do what was best. She was trying to protect you." Butch explained.

"What do you mean?" Jay asked, confused.

Buttercup put a hand to her face, groaning lightly. This was far too much for an 8 year old to understand.

"Me and your Mum used to be a thing. But, we argued, a lot, we broke up, a lot. Your Mum fell pregnant with you, and we'd broken up. She was with Mitch, who had a sturdy job, which I didn't, and the money and ability to buy a house for you both to live in, this house, which I couldn't. So they raised you. We weren't on good terms, me and your Ma. Mitch was your Dad. Kid, you should be angry with me. I may be your father, but I've never been your Dad. Your Ma's always been your Mum."

Jay was even more confused now. Buttercup was touched by Butch's little speech.

"You both knew Butch was my Dad?" Jay asked.

They nodded weakly.

"But what, you didn't want me?" Jay asked, turning to Butch now.

"No! It wasn't like that at all! I did want you, but –" Butch hesitated.

"He wasn't allowed you. I stopped him being allowed to." Buttercup mumbled. "And I was wrong to do that."

Jay gave her an outraged look. "How could you take my Dad from me?!"

"I was trying to protect you!" Buttercup defended weakly.

"From what?! He's not exactly a monster!" Jay said, pointing to Butch. "I've always seen him as an Uncle, and he's been a great Uncle!"

"I was a bit of a jack off." Butch muttered. "And I wasn't ready to be a Dad at 22. But, I would have stepped up. I would have. But, we weren't in the right place, and, well things got confused and, and it's just kind of how it ended up."

"And we both know it ended up wrong. So does your Dad. I mean, Mitch." Buttercup said, cursing herself for all of this. Cursing herself for being so closed off and reserved. If she hadn't been so uncommunicative, maybe her and Butch could have sorted things sooner. They could have been a couple and raised their child together.

But Butch was thinking the same. Yes, Buttercup hadn't allowed him to be around Jay, she'd even gone as far as to allow people to assume Mitch was Jay's dad, but Butch hadn't exactly put up a fight for his son.

He'd let it happen, for once in his life he'd acted as if he was powerless, when he wasn't, he'd had the right to be a father to his son all along. He just, hadn't. And it had taken him 8 years to realize he should of.

Jay sat down, shaking his head. "You two messed up big time."

Buttercup and Butch looked to each other. This was the first time Buttercup had verbally admitted Butch was Jay's father. They had a son together, for all these years.

Buttercup slowly sat down too, lowering her head into her hands briefly. "I'm so sorry." Buttercup said, and Butch had to do a double take, as there was small, shiny tears scurrying down her cheeks. Jay and Butch looked horrified, neither had seen her cry. "I'm so, so sorry." She mumbled again, and Butch knew she meant it.

Feeling that the two needed some time on their own, Butch had headed home, after he was certain Jay had calmed down a little.

Buttercup and her son had sat in their living room, cartoons playing on the TV, both watching it, but not actually watching it. Awkward silences had passed, where both Buttercup and Jay had thought of things they should say or ask or accuse, but neither had done.

Glancing at the time, and noticing it was gone 7pm, Buttercup stood. "What do you want for dinner?" She asked him.

He shrugged. "Nothing."

"You've got to eat something. You can have anything. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Butch bought me a burger."

"Oh." Buttercup said, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation up. It may not have been the most riveting of conversations, but they were talking nonetheless. "But that was hours ago. You sure you don't want anything else?"

He shrugged again, his eyes still glued to the TV. "Curly fries. A whole load of curly fries."

Buttercup half smiled. "Okay. I can do that. Will oven cooked ones do or do you want me to go down to the burger joint?"

"Oven will do." Jay answered, not wanting his Mum to go. Although he was mad at her, he was curious at the same time and didn't want her to go.

"Okay." Buttercup said, going through to the kitchen and turning the oven on, thanking herself for buying a bag of frozen curly fries when she'd done the shopping last week, last week which felt like a million years ago now.

Jay got up, switching off the TV and following her. He supposed it was now or never to ask her some questions.

"So, all this time, Butch was my Dad, but I thought he was my Uncle?"

Buttercup sighed as she poured a mountain of frozen curly fries onto a baking tray. "Yeah. Pretty much."

"And were you ever going to tell me?"

"I don't know. I thought you'd benefit more without him in your life. We had a really turbulent relationship. We fought a lot. We split up a lot. I couldn't throw a baby into that mix. It wouldn't have been fair. I didn't know that you could be the one thing to straighten him out. I thought he'd run a mile. And you deserved so much better than that. You still do. I wanted to give you everything. You were my baby boy and I wanted to give you the world and make sure you had a nice, warm, safe place to grow up. Like what I had. I didn't think that that would happen with Butch. Mitch and I have known each other since we were 5. He's always had a crush on me, and it only got more severe when we got older, especially when Butch and I started dating. When Butch and I broke up for the last time, Mitch finally admitted his feelings. We started dating, it was early days, then I found out I was 4 months pregnant with you. I knew Butch was your Dad, everyone must have assumed it. But Mitch stayed, we got a place together and you've grown up happy and cared for like I wanted you to. I know now I was wrong to keep your Dad from you, but to be honest I didn't exactly realize I was keeping him from you. Butch wasn't being restrained. Nothing stopped him from doing something about it, but himself. Not that I'm blaming him…"

"Do you love Dad? Mitch, I mean." Jay asked, his voice confused.

Buttercup raked her fingers through her hair. "I thought I did. I think I just loved what he could offer you. I loved that he wanted to offer you all these things and look after us."

"Because Butch didn't. Because he couldn't. If you don't love Dad, why have you been with him for 8 years?"

"I did love him. Once. But I guess this pack of lies that our relationship was based on has took it's toll. Honey, this is a lot to take in for someone your age."

"It's not my fault I'm having to be involved in it all, is it?" He answered, narrowing his eyes.

Buttercup's face was etched with guilt. "No, you're right."

"Ma, do you love Butch?" Jay asked quietly.

Buttercup didn't know what to say. She contemplated it for a moment. It had always been there. But she'd pushed it aside. Convinced herself it wasn't meant to be. Just old feelings that wouldn't go away. There was something about him that she couldn't put her finger on. Something that made her feel complete and whole. She felt right when she was with him, even though she didn't like to admit it. He understood her, he knew her.

Jay groaned loudly. "You do don't you?"

Buttercup blinked, looking over at Jay who was leaning on the breakfast bar, his head down on the worktop.

"No!" Buttercup answered bluntly.

"You do." He muttered.

"Jay stop it, I don't, I don't love him." She answered a little awkwardly. Talking relationships with your 8 year old son was just plain strange.

"You do. I'm 8, and I can see you do. Your face went all smushy and junk, like it does when you've got a big steak in front of you for dinner." He mumbled.

Buttercup felt her cheeks redden a little. She straightened herself up, and fixed a flat frown onto her face. "Well that doesn't matter anyway. What matters is you, and that you're okay."

He shrugged, his face a little resigned. "I'm fine. It's a lot to deal with, and it's not going to sink into my head overnight either. But, I'm fine. Jeez Ma, cut me some slack, I'm tougher than you think."

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