Coming Down

Part 25: Don't Go Easily, Fight It Out

Chapter 1

A small bell sounded when she opened the large door to the bookstore. Buttercup walked in and waved to the cashier as she walked by with a friendly smile. The large, two story Barnes & Noble's bookstore was unusually quiet for a Saturday morning. The quaint Starbucks could be seen on the far right side of the building. The smell of sweet pastries and coffee swept throughout the first floor. Buttercup made her way towards the counter and ordered herself an iced Frappuccino. Once she paid for her drink, she took the escalator up to the second floor.

The teen made her way, casually passing each isle, searching for a nice book to read for the summer. She passed the non-fiction section and the teen romance section only to end up in the sci-fi and fantasy sections. She sipped her coffee ad glanced through the books. She backed up to get a look at the books up above on the tall shelf before bumping into a person behind her.

"Oh, I'm sorry…" She spun around only to run into a familiar boy in an unfamiliar pose: holding an open book. "Butch!" He chuckled.

"Sup, Butterbutt." Buttercup shoved him playfully by the arm.

"What are you doing here? I didn't know you could read." Butch closed the book with one hand and rolled his eyes.

"Har, har. Of course I can read, dumbass." Buttercup glanced up at him with faux stupefaction and shrugged.

"You could've fooled me." Butch grabbed the frap from her hand and brought it to his lips. He took a long drink from it before handing it back. "Hey, you owe me five dollars for that!"

"I didn't drink it all." Butch smiled.

"Whatever." Butch took a good look at her. He saw that her hair was slightly damp and wavy, and her bangs were longer than usual. She wore a loose black jacket over a dark green tank that dipped low, showing off her creamy white cleavage. He noticed a very un-Buttercup-like full, black and dark green, plaid skirt that stopped just in the middle of her thighs. She wore black knee-high socks and her dark Doc Martens.

"Nice outfit. I'm really digging the skirt." Buttercup huffed and looked down at herself.

"Bubbles made me wear it. She bought it for me and said she expected me to wear it. So I wore it to shut her up."

"It looks nice. You should wear skirts more often. You've got the legs for it." Buttercup glanced back down at her thick thighs. She was the only one out of her sisters that seemed to develop more in chest and in legs. Even her butt was the biggest. At first, she hated it. Boys would always comment on how 'thick' she was. But soon she came deal with it.

"Uh…thanks, I guess," she said shyly.

"You're welcome," Butch replied back. Buttercup blushed under his intense gaze. Butch knew she couldn't hide it and stood right in front of her. He grabbed her chin with his thumb and forefinger, bringing her face up to meet his. He leaned down, closing his eyes. Buttercup stiffened in place, her eyes fluttering shut also. Before Butch kissed her, however, he smirked with a deep chuckle.

"You're too easy." Buttercup's eyes snapped open, and she shoved the boy hard by his chest.

"Says you! Last time I checked I seduced you into fucking me in the middle of that haunted house." She placed her hands on her hips and held her head up high. Butch laughed challengingly.

"We both know it was me! What about when I took you to the club? I had it all planned out in my head. I was the one who planned to sleep with you, not the other way around, and you know it." He crossed his arms over his broad chest.

Buttercup knew he was right. He was the one that heightened her temperature back at the club. She was too timid to make a move on him. Butch did all of the work in seduction. He had too much practice in the past; she definitely knew that. No wonder she fell right into his arms back at the boardwalk.

"Whatever…" Buttercup squeaked, defeated. "I'm still not easy though."

"You're not easy, huh?" Buttercup slapped his naked chest, snuggling closer to his side. Butch wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her close.

"I'm not easy. You were just very persuasive." Buttercup giggled sitting up. She let the covers of his bed slip off revealing her large chest. "So your family's gone for the whole day?"

"Yeah. Boomer wasn't feeling well, so they took him to the doctors." Buttercup nodded. "Which means, we've got the whole day. You told your dad, right?"

"Told him I was at a friends house and wouldn't be back until later." She smirked.

"Not totally wrong." Butch chuckled.

Butch slipped a hand across her neck. He pulled Buttercup close and planted a kiss on her lips. Buttercup moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She lifted herself up to straddle his waist, finding that he was already hard as a rock once more.

"Up for round two, I see." Buttercup joked. Butch's only response was a grunt. He flipped them over, laying the Powerpuff in his pillows again.

"Bubbles, what's wrong?" Blossom plopped down next to her teary sister.

"Boomer is still at the hospital. Brick just texted me from his phone saying they would need to keep him over night. None of the doctors even know what's wrong with him!" She sniffed. "This reminds me too much of when he was in there for a whole different reason!" Blossom pulled Bubbles to her chest, letting her tears soak her shirt.

"You can't compare it to then, Bubs. They knew what was wrong with him then. I know what happened was awful and should never happen again but that's all in the past now," she noted calmly.

"Yeah, but I was still terrified! I have that feeling again! And not only that but Jessie seems to hate me." Blossom's eyebrows furrowed.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"He seems so annoyed whenever I come around. He seems even more annoyed when Boomer is there with me. I don't know what I did wrong! I just want to apologize for whatever it is I did to him! I can't take losing a friend!" Blossom could see her sister starting to unravel. She grabbed Bubbles' wrists and made her look her in the eyes.

"Bubbles, you need to calm down. I know you're upset, but you're not thinking rationally. Whatever you think you did is probably nothing. Something might be going on at home, you don't know. Just calm down and try to think of positive things. I'm sure Boomer will get better, and Jessie isn't upset with you, okay?" Bubbles sniffed once before nodding her head. "Good. Now why don't you paint something to give to Boomer when he gets out? I'm sure he'll love it." Bubbles smiled weakly and nodded again. Blossom hopped off of the couch and exited the room.

Bubbles grabbed a few tissues from the tissue box and blew her nose. Suddenly, a buzz came from the coffee table in front of her. She picked it up and unlocked it. It was a message from an unnamed number.

They think it's internal and are going to take x-rays. This is Brick, by the way.

Bubbles quickly put his number in her phone before answering back.

How bad is he?

Not bad, but he keeps staring at nothing, and it's really creeping me out. Every time we call his name he just turns to us and stares.

That was new. Bubbles only knew that he was sick. He sure wasn't acting like it. She tapped at her phone again.

Has he gotten sick again?

He threw up on the way here and just before they told us about the x-rays. They're prepping him now, I'm right outside the room and…oh, he threw up again.

Hold on, imma call you. I hate texting about these things.

Kk

Bubbles tapped his name and chose the call option when it came up. She only had to wait a few rings before Brick's voice could be heard.

"Bubbles…I've never seen him so pale before." Bubbles had to pull the phone away. She was afraid she would burst out into tears again. She took a deep breath before holding her phone back up to her ear.

"Bubbles, you there?" She nodded. She quickly spoke realizing he couldn't see her.

"Yeah, I'm here. What's happening?"

"He's…he's not liking it. He looks sick, angry, and scared all at the same time. I've never seen him look this way before. Not even when he tried to…you know." The last thing Bubbles needed was a reminder of the happenings that went on before Thanksgiving break.

"Tell him I'm going to visit him today."

"Okay."

"And Brick?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell him…tell him I love him." Brick gave a snort of lighthearted laughter.

"Yeah, I'll tell him."

"Thank you."

"We'll see you soon. I'll give you a heads up when he's almost done."

"Okay." Brick ended the call and Bubbles closed her phone. She took another shaky breath before standing. She went up to the small art studio and closed the door behind her.

She set up what she would need by her easel. She picked up a medium sized canvas and set it in its place. She clicked on her stereo before setting to work on the painting.

"I hope they can figure out what's wrong with him in those stupid x-rays." Rachel sat in the Boomer's holding room anxiously. She pulled at her yoga pants and bit her nails. Her hair was un-brushed and wavy, and her makeup was slightly smeared from her rubbing her face nervously.

"I'm sure they can figure it out, Rach. I don't doubt them. I'm sure the Puffs made the curriculum for doctoring change for the benefit of Superheroes." Rachel chuckled bitterly.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Heavy footsteps could be heard from behind the door. Loud voices boomed, yelling at the others. Brick stood from his chair and opened the door. He glanced out to all the commotion and stopped one of the doctors.

"Hey, uh, what's going on?" The doctor opened and closed his mouth hesitantly. "Is it my brother?" The doctor gulped and nodded his head. Brick told Rachel to stay where she was before closing the door and running down the hallway to where his little brother was.

Bubbles set down the finished painting. Her fingers were stained with the colors of the paints. She stood from her stool and looked quizzically at the painting. She knew Boomer would love it. The bright air balloons soaring through the light blue sky were enough to pay homage to when they met again at the beginning of the year. Her heart swelled as the thought of a hospital gown clad Boomer smiling and thanking her for the beautiful painting.

"WE NEED HIM SEDATED!" Brick ran over to his brother whose large hands were wrapped around another doctor's neck. The color in the doctors face all turned a bright red color, as did the whites of his eyes. Over ten doctors tried to get Boomer off of the man, but Boomer swatted each one away like flies. Brick had to do it himself.

Brick grabbed Boomer and tried to pry him off of the poor man.

"Boomer, get off him! Let go!" Brick tried desperately to remove his brother from the doctor, but it was like a stronger force kept Boomer where he was. Brick eventually picked his brother from the floor, but that didn't stop Boomer from taking the man with them. Boomer roared in rage and cast an energy blast that knocked Brick from his back. He picked up the doctor and slammed him back down on the floor.

Brick was dazed as to how his brother could let off energy that powerful. Just as he was about the try again, another doctor slowly walked up to Boomer and stuck a needle in his arm. She pulled away just as the effects of the drug kicked in. Boomer's hold on the doctor slacked. His breathing slowed, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He swayed side to side before collapsing on the cold floor. The doctor that was the victim of the brutal strangling was already out cold. The others picked him up and ushered him out of the x-ray room.

A few of the doctors asked if Brick needed help getting Boomer back to his room. He told them he would take him there himself. He lifted himself from the floor and walked over to Boomer. He placed an arm under the pit of Boomer's knees and supported his back with the other. He cradled Boomer to his chest and carried him from the room. He made his way down the hall to where Boomer's room was. He knocked on the door before adjusting Boomer in his arms. Rachel opened the door and gasped at the sight. Brick walked in and shut the door behind him with his foot.

"Brick, what happened?" Rachel asked, pulling the sheets to the bed back. Brick set Boomer down gently and pulled the sheets up to cover him.

"He attacked one of the doctors." Brick huffed plopping back down into his chair.

"What? When?" Rachel asked.

"Just now. It took over ten doctors to at least try to pry him off just one. But another doctor came in and gave him something to sedate him. I didn't ask her what it was nor did I care. I just didn't want to have to deal with a brother who would've had more blood on his hands." Rachel glanced down at her blonde haired son and kissed him on his forehead.

"He's not sick, is he?" She asked after pulling away. "Not in the way doctors can fix."

"No. Something more is going on with him. And I'm afraid its been happening for a long time. I've just been too blind to see it. There is one person who will know what to do. Well, I use the term 'person' lightly."

"Who?" Brick rubbed at his face, already annoyed with who he had in mind.

"…Our father."

Chapter 2

Bubbles touched down on the ground in front of the hospital. She carried her large knitted bag over her shoulder, which housed the painting. She stepped into the building and walked over to the receptionist desk.

"Uh, hi. I'm looking for a Boomer Cromwell." The young receptionist popped her gum before tapping away at her computer with a bored expression.

"He's in room 110. It's right down the hall then make a left." Bubbles thanked the young woman and walked in the direction she directed.

Bubbles came up to the door and knocked a few times. Brick opened the door and ushered her inside. Bubbles waved to Rachel with a smile. Rachel waved back and glanced back down at her magazine. Bubbles looked to the hospital bed where a wide-awake Boomer was sitting.

"I wouldn't get too close, if I were you," Brick whispered in her ear.

"Why?" Bubbles whispered back not taking her eyes off of her boyfriend.

"He gets…let me show you." Brick moved from behind Bubbles and walked slowly up to his brother. "Boomer, you have a visitor." Brick stood right next to Boomer before the blonde teen began shaking ever so slightly. His breathing turned ragged, and he twitched under the covers.

"It's okay, it's okay." Brick shushed backing away. "See?"

"Bu-but I thought you just said he was sick? Why is he freaking out all of a sudden?" Bubbles asked. Rachel set down her magazine on the small table.

"Because we don't think he's sick. Something is wrong with him. We, well Brick, kind of figured yesterday. He said when Jessie came to drop him off it looked as though Jessie had just seen a murder or a ghost or something that freaked him out. But Boomer looked completely fine. Then Boomer started getting sick this morning and…the thing with the doctor happened…"

"What thing with the doctor?" Bubbles interjected. Rachel and Brick glanced at each other. Brick huffed.

"Boomer attacked one of the doctors after his x-ray-"

"What?"

"Now, I know it sounds bad, but I got him off in time. Well, it wasn't really me. Another doctor gave him some drug so that he could fall asleep."

"Is the doctor okay?"Bubbles asked her voice laced with worry.

"He has to wear a cast over his throat. He'll be sipping most of his meals for a while." Bubbles couldn't believe what she was hearing. What happened to the boy who moved to the city and just wanted to change his life around? Where was he? This was not the Boomer she claimed to have fallen in love with. Not anymore.

"Is…is there anyway for him to get better?" She squeaked.

"We've been talking about it. Bubbles, you have to understand that we don't really think he's sick. There is something bigger going on with him that we don't understand." Bubbles listened intently. "But I know someone who has had some…experience…with things like this."

"Who?"

"Mojo." Brick answered.

"Really? Who do you think…I mean, how does he… why does…?"

"We think it's HIM."

"HIM? Like, HIM, HIM? The cross dresser from hell HIM?"

"That's the one." Rachel chuckled bitterly.

"I don't understand, why would HIM want to make Boomer do all of this horrible stuff?" Brick crossed his arms.

"I believe he wants us back. Back in his lobster claw clutches. He's using Boomer to get to us. To make it seem like he's still evil and that we should follow so we can join him. HIM's only reason for bringing us back all those years ago was for us to destroy you and your sisters and to take over the planet. When we ran, when Rachel found us, somehow, it broke all connection we had with HIM. It was like he couldn't touch us." Brick smiled over to Boomer who was curled back up in the sheets. "Boomer would always say it was Rachel's pure heart that protected us from him. That if we were with Rachel, he couldn't touch us no matter how hard he tried."

Suddenly, a small whine came from the bed. Boomer sat up and whipped at his wet eyes. Brick rushed over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Boomer glanced up at his brother. His eyes wet with fresh tears.

"Please tell me I didn't hurt anyone. Please…" Brick grabbed him by his shoulders and hugged him to his chest while Boomer sobbed harshly.

"It's alright. It's okay. Shh, shh. It's alright." Rachel came over and rubbed the blonde's shoulder.

"It's okay, sweetie. You didn't mean to. We're going to get you some help, okay? It'll be okay."

Boomer caught sight of Bubbles and pushed himself away from Brick. Bubbles gave a sad smile and waved.

"Hey stranger," she said trying to sound cheerful. Boomer whipped away at his eyes and mustered up a small smile himself.

"Hi." Bubbles set down her bag and sat next to him on the bed.

"We're going to get you some help. All of us. My sisters and the Professor can help too. And if they won't, I'll make them, just for you." Boomer nodded and curled back under his covers.

"I just want to go to sleep," he whispered.

"You're sure you're not hungry, baby" Rachel asked pushing the blonde bangs away from his face. Boomer shook his head and closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep. Brick got up from the bed and pulled out his phone.

"I should make that call." He walked out of the room dialing the number of his creator along the way.

He muted his large TV and plopped down from the cushioned chair. He picked up the old-fashioned phone.

"Hello?" His voice was deep and gruff.

"Mojo." Mojo's face washed over with surprise.

"Brick. What do you want?" The monkey asked moving to sit at the small dinning table.

"Gee, is that anyway to greet your son?" Brick snapped back sarcastically.

"Cut the shit, boy. Why did you call me?"

"Turns out I really do need some sort of father figure in my life." Mojo chuckled harshly.

"And here I thought you hated me till the very day you expire from this world. How touching that you think otherwise."

"I didn't call for a kiss and make up session, you shriveled up chimp. I…need your help." Mojo's face frowned up.

"Really? You didn't call for a kiss and make up session?"

"You're not that special," Brick stated flatly. Mojo chuckled.

"Ouch." Brick huffed in aggravation.

"Did you hear what I said? I said I need your help, you age old primate!"

"You know, calling me a monkey isn't as offensive as you think, child."

"Je ne suis pas un enfant!" Brick roared.

"Yes you are, boy. I will only consider you an adult when you start acting and speaking like one!" Brick sighed.

"Fine whatever. Look…I, we, need your help. Something is wrong with Boomer, and we think it's HIM." Mojo suddenly felt dread spread over him like a virus.

"What?"

"Boomer is in trouble, and he needs you, Mojo! God, do I have to fucking spell it out for you? He. Needs. You. We all do! I'm worried that if we can't fix him, HIM will come after us and use him against us. I'm really freaking out! I don't know what to do! I need you, dad, I need you!" Mojo heard Brick sliding down whatever he was leaning on. He could hear the shudders and sniffs. "I need you, dad…" Mojo sighed.

"Calm down, Brick. It's okay. Take a breath. Son, it's okay now. I'll help in anyway that I can. I promise." Brick sniffed once more.

"…I just…I don't know what to do."

"I do. But I will need some time to get everything set up."

"How long will that take?" Brick asked through his stuffy nose.

"Three to four weeks."

"A month? Are you kidding me?"

"Look, you said you wanted my help, and I'm giving it to you. Take it or leave it." Brick groaned.

"Fine. You have a month or else everything is going to shit."

"Fine. Is that all you called for?"

"…Yeah… Goodbye, dad."

"…Goodbye, son." The line went dead with a beep. Mojo moved the phone from his ear and put it back. He picked up his white gloves and shoved them on his hands. It was time to be an actual father to those boys. He clicked off the TV and took a deep breath before heading off to his lab.

Chapter 3

"Are you sure you have to go?" Butch whined as Buttercup slipped on her tank top, covering his view from her chest. Buttercup giggled.

"Yeah, and I may be superhuman, but I don't think we should go for a fifth round, do you?" Butch nodded vigorously. "Pft, figures you would."

"Come on, Buttercup. Come back to bed with me." Buttercup secured her skirt and smiled. She moved over to the still naked Butch on his bed and leaned down to kiss him.

"As tempting as that sounds, I really should get home. It's almost eight, and I'm already late for dinner." Butch pouted.

"I could make you something." Buttercup rolled her eyes and stood straight.

"Right, like you could cook without burning the house down."

"I could. I mean, if it's breakfast food that doesn't involve meat I could. And if it's easy to make and requires little to no effort."

"Uh huh. Bye!" Buttercup waved and jogged down the stairs.

"I love you!" Butch called. Buttercup felt her face flush.

"No you don't!"

"True! I mean, I do love your pu—"

"GOODBYE!" She slammed the door behind her and chuckled. She jogged across the street to her house and unlocked the red door before stepping in.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

A screeching voice and a smack sounded before Buttercup saw the blurry image of a mass flying into the hallway and hitting the wall before sliding to the floor.

"Woah! Jessie?" The brunette grabbed at his face looking up at her. "What the hell?" She grabbed his arm to help him up. She glanced into the large living room and saw a feral looking Bubbles struggling to get out of Blossom and Professor's arms.

"YOU SLEEZY SON OF A WHORE! HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU!"

"Woah, Bubbles what's going on?" Buttercup asked.

"That nasty ass son of a bitch had the nerve to touch my boyfriend!"

"It wasn't like that. You make it sound like I forced him—"

"Which you did!" Bubbles interrupted.

"Bubbles, maybe you should calm down and hear him out." Bubbles set her murderous glare on Blossom.

"Don't tell me what to do! He took advantage of my boyfriend!"

"Isn't Boomer superhuman? I don't think it's possible for him to be-"

"SHUT UP, BUTTERCUP!" She screamed.

"…O-kay…" Buttercup huffed. Bubbles wiggled herself out of Professor and Blossom's arms and pointed to the door.

"Get out. Get out and stay away from my boyfriend! You're the reason he's in the hospital!" Jessie's eyes widened.

"Boomer's in the hospital? Again?" Buttercup asked. Bubbles ignored her and stepped threateningly towards Jessie.

"Go. LEAVE!" Jessie jumped and backed away.

"Now hold on, Jessie." Professor stepped in. "Sweetie, I don't think you're really thinking this through."

"I don't care what you think! Get out, Jessie! GET OUT, GET OUT GET OUT! Stay away from us or else I will come after you and put you in the hospital myself." Jessie frowned and gulped. He took one last look at Bubbles before fleeing from the house, slamming the door behind him.

Bubbles stood rigidly before shooting off in a baby blue streak to her room.

"So," Buttercup started. "What happened this time?"

End of Part 25…

HEEEEY GUUYS! I am back with another part! I love this part so much. It was really fun to read and to make all of the characters (especially Brick) seem human.

Ahhh, don't you love Buttercup and Butch's casual, sexual relationship? I really feel like they would have one before officially getting together.

Also! BIG EXTRA BIG THANK YOU TO STRANIQUEGIRL! If it wasn't for her, none of the fab grammar and even some of the dialogue wouldn't have been in here. I am proud to call her my Beta! Thanks Girl!

And I have some bittersweet news: This story is coming to an end. I know, I know, it sucks. But, I think it's about time. I was thinking maybe one, two, three more parts and an Epilogue maybe before this story goes to sleep. But don't worry, don't cry, please don't have a fit. The Evil Thing is not real. Unless you think about it...MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!...No...lol I am making a sequel for it! YAY! Also, I'm starting back on Overworld! YAY! So if you haven't already, please check Overworld out. It is also a PPG fanfic so go, enjoy it!

So, I will see you in one of the final parts of this story!

BYE GUYS!

~TheRedWolf