When she's sad, make her laugh.

'Two Brothers' is the saddest movie she has ever seen.

Maybe it's because she can talk to animals.

Maybe it's because she has siblings and can't imagine what having to hurt them must feel like.

Maybe it's because she never saw the end, the Professor shutting it off and wishing her a good night before she ever saw what unfolded.

Maybe she doesn't want to know the end, for fear that it's gruesome.

Maybe it's the way that the tigers didn't speak, staring into each other's eyes with slight recognition as the ring leader commands them to fight.

Maybe it's because she has an active imagination and can't help but imagine what might have happened.

Maybe that's why tigers are her favorite animal.

Maybe that's why she hates it when her siblings fight.

Maybe that's why, on nights like these, she cries herself to sleep.

Nights like these when Boomer crawls through her window, begging to spend the night because Brick and Butch are fighting again and he really doesn't want to be there as they try to kill each other. Or, some nights when Brick or Butch is mad at him and he's afraid to go home for fear of getting beat-up and bloodied, or being pushed to the edge of death. Or worse.

The nights when he doesn't come at all.

Her active imagination takes her to places she doesn't want to go, and she sees three brothers, not two, fighting to the death in a circus like arena. Even more troubling is when she sees him the next day, a few new bruises and a black eye littering his pale skin.

He's never noticed her tears as she lets him in her window, she figures he's too busy worrying about his brothers. She sometimes wonders if this will ever end, if they will ever stop fighting… but they're the Rowdyruff Boys, how likely is it that they'll stop fighting? Ever?

That's why, sometimes when she sees them, she sees tigers.

That's why sometimes she thinks 'Two Brothers,' is called 'Three Brothers.'

That's why, some nights, she cries herself to sleep.

…

Knocking from the window interrupts her thoughts. Looking towards it in sadness, she almost wishes it isn't him…almost. But seeing his face, she remembers how much she loves him and practically runs to the window.

Opening the window and letting him inside, she tells herself the tears she feels on her cheek are happy tears from seeing Boomer again, not sad ones because of why he's here.

"Bubbles," he whispers, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind as she closes and locks her window.

"Yes?" she answers, equally quiet.

"Can I…" he stops himself, sighing onto her neck as he holds her tighter, "can I stay the night?"

"Yes."

He sighs again, burring his face into her neck as she laces her fingers through his.

"Are they fighting again?" she asks softly, not daring to turn to meet his eyes. She feels him nod onto her shoulder.

"I don't know what about, but Brick was really mad this time. Butch must have done something really bad," he whispers, brushing his lips against her collar bone. Immediately she pictures two tigers, one reddish and one greenish, fighting to the death and she holds Boomer tighter. He steps back slowly, pulling her with him in his arms, until he reaches her bed. Sitting down softly, he pulls her in front of him as he leans against her bed board, his legs slightly curled towards her on each side as she spreads her legs out in front of her. She leans further into his chest, wanting his scent to send all her bad thoughts away.

Humming a soft song to himself, something sounding like 'You are my sunshine,' he plays with her blonde hair, loving being able to hold her in his arms like this. Exhaling a shaky breath, her tears begin to flow more freely, gently soaking Boomer's shirt like light rain. He looks towards her suddenly, taking one hand out of her hair to brush it against her cheek.

"Bubbles," he murmurs, lifting her chin up to meet her eyes, "are you crying?"

She says nothing but the wetness on her face is evidence enough. He quickly kisses them away, brushing his lips against hers in an effort to get her to calm down.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" he asks softly, begging her to let him help her. Self-consciousness over takes Bubbles and she looks away, how would she explain that she imagines him and his brothers as tigers, fighting to the death? That sounds silly, but… it makes her scared and sad none the less.

"I…" she tries to begin, looking for the right words, "I'm worried about you and your brothers, see I watched this movie once…Where there were these two tigers, they were brothers, and by the end of the movie, they hadn't seen each other in years and were forced to fight each other, to the death… and well, I'm worried you and your brothers will do the same…" she confesses, knowing she sounds a little ditzy. He laughs at her quietly, returning his hands to her hair.

"Bubbles, my brothers and I are not tigers, in case you haven't noticed," he mumbles into her ear.

"Well, yeah, I know, but you always fight and-"

"And we don't have fur, 'least not like tigers do."

"Boomer," she giggles, "I know you're not a tiger, I'm just saying that-"

"And I am sure, that if all else fails and you still think we are tigers, we at least have better breath then them and less yellow teeth."

"Boomer!" she laughs, resting her head on his shoulder. "All I'm saying is that I'm worried about you and your brothers," she says, smiling a small smile as she looks up at him.

"I know… but you shouldn't be. My brothers and I may fight, but we love each other. Not to mention, worrying our fights will end up like the one from that movie is a bad idea."

"How so?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at him as he curls a strand of her hair around his finger.

"Well, see, that fight ended with the two brothers escaping from the circus and running back to the forest to live in the wild with each other," he answers, brushing his cheek against hers. "So see? Nothing to worry about, we're not tigers."

She smiles at him, kissing his cheek as he holds her closer.

Boomer's right, they're defiantly not tigers.

Um... yeah... I... I don't really know what happened there... does this even make sense to you? Um... Anyway. This one took me awhile because I couldn't think of something that would make Bubbles sad... so this is what I finally came up with.

I don't own the Powerpuff Girls. I don't own 'Two Brothers.' Two Brothers is the first, and one of the only, movie that ever made me cry. It was so touching... :')

ANYWAY (wow, spaz much?)

NEXT: When she teases you, tease her back and make her laugh ~REDS (I used ennine, minnie, mine-ie mow to decide.)

I LOVE YOU! :D I hope you liked!