September 22nd 6:04:14am Monday.
"What?" Boomer utters, lost in shock as his wide blue eyes stare at Bubbles.
"My water broke," she whispers, her own eyes shutting closed in fear of the pain about to come.
They sit in the silence of their dark room for a few moments. Boomer's shocked gaze never leaving Bubbles as she clutches her shirt, groaning softly with a contraction comes, the first of many.
Finally, the situation seems to hit Boomer square in the face.
"WHAT?" he screams anxiously, "What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? What do we do? WHAT DO WE DO?" Bubbles grabs his arm in a small attempt to calm him.
"You have to take me to the hospital," she reminds him, wanting to just get this whole birth thing over with and have her kids.
"Right, right," he nods, arms shooting out to lift her out of the bed and down the hall. "BUTCH! BUTTERCUP! BLOSSOM! BRICK!" he shouts, rushing to the front door, "BUBBLES IS HAVING THE BABIES!"
The Green's door flings open upon the outburst, Buttercup grabbing anything and everything they might need at the hospital. Blossom, already awake and in the kitchen, dials the baby sitters while Brick chugs the rest of his coffee, muttering something about how they'll wait here for the sitters.
Boomer nods offhandedly at Brick's statement, hurrying Bubbles to his car and speeding off towards the hospital. Butch and Buttercup are out a second later, throwing a bag into the back seat of Butch's car before jumping in and hurrying off after them.
Blossom sighs, waiting anxiously for the sitters while Brick rubs his temples, equally as impatient.
After what seems like an eternity, the doorbell rings. Brick answers it with a quick red flash, almost flipping the door off it's hinges at the speed of which he opens it.
"Hi!" the eldest, Baylaa, greets with a wave. "You may be wondering why we have another girl here with us this time."
"Actually, no, not really," Brick answers, anxious to get to the hospital.
"Well," Baylaa continues, ignoring his uncaring statement, "this is our cousin, Bitzi. I hope you don't mind that we brought extra help, she's very loyal and also Children of the World World Council approved!"
"Whatever. BLOSSOM, THE SITTERS ARE HERE, LET'S GO!" he calls over his shoulder, making his way past the girls and into his car. Blossom rushes out, giving the new girl a glance over, she's about twelve and blue-grey streaks all throughout her brown hair.
"Emergency numbers are on the fridge, if Brett has a breathing problem or Blake has a nightmare, be sure to call us! Butchercut is newer to the family, you haven't really meet him. He's-" A car horn interrupts her frantic explanation and Blossom decides that she gave all the urgent information and the rest should be self explanatory.
"Bye, girls! Take care!" she yells, rushing into Brick's car in a flash of pink. The three baby sitters head into the house as Brick's car takes off down the road, hoping to maybe catch up with Butch, but knowing there's no way in hell they can catch up with Boomer.
"PULL OVER! YOUNG MAN, I SAID PULL OVER!" The cop's yells don't faze Boomer for a second as he speeds down the highway, his only thought being getting Bubbles to the hospital and avoiding a car crash.
Bubbles bites her pale lips, nervously looking back at the multiple police cars now chasing them down the street.
"Boomer," she murmurs, "maybe we should pull over..." Sighing, Boomer does as she says, knowing if he doesn't she'll just yell at him and force him to do it anyway. He taps his foot impatiently as the Police officer slowly gets out of his car and stands in front of Boomer's, leaning through his open window.
"Is there a problem, officer?" Boomer asks bitterly, snarling a little as the officer stares at him.
"Hey, wait a second! You're that guy I pulled over in May! Gee, I really thought that ticket would straighten you out! What the heck are you doing driving down the highway 198 miles per hour?" he questions, raising an eyebrow as Bubbles screams in pain while clutching her shirt above her stomach. Boomer glances at her, brushing his fingers against her forehead soothingly before turning towards the officer.
"Sir, step away from the window," he commands darkly. The cop meets Boomer's intense gaze with a glare of his own.
"Is that a threat?" he asks.
"Want to make it one?" Boomer returns, challenging the officer with his eyes. Bubbles screams again and the officer moves his gaze from Boomer to stare at her as she whimpers quietly.
"What's wrong with her?" the officer asks, studying her behavior carefully, "is she why you were speeding just now?"
Boomer groans, there is really no easy way out of this. He can't just speed off when the officer is leaning through the window like this, he could very well lose his head.
"Look, sir," Boomer spits, "that girl over there is my wife and she's in pain because she's about to go into labor, so I would very much appreciate it if you stepped away from the window and let me continue to the hospital so she doesn't have to give birth on the side of the road!" Sighing, the officer shakes his head, pity shining in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, son, but I'm afraid I just can't let you go, not with your record...however," he whispers, leaning the slightest bit closer, "I can give you a little bit of a head start." Boomer smirks as the officer leans away from his window, fingers twitching towards the keys.
"Alright, son, I want you to wait right there while I run the report!" the officer shouts, putting on a small show for the two back up cops standing outside their own car, watching. The officer walks back to his car slowly, being sure to keep the other two cops distracted as Boomer starts his car and hurriedly speed off. One of the cops quickly notices Boomer as he heads back down the road, he jumps into his car, yelling at the other two to do the same as he calls the chase in through his radio.
The officer smiles, while his two backup cops worry about radioing in the chase and turning the police lights on their car back on, this officer worries about the finer things.
Sunglasses on? check.
Born to be Wild blasting? check.
This is going to be fun.
With a smile, the officer takes off down the road, intently following the fading blue blur.
Boomer frowns, narrowly missing another car as he speeds down the crowded highway. Honking horns and raised fingers blur past him as he drives, his focus solely on every twitch and groan Bubbles makes and the hospital a few miles ahead of them.
"Damn," he mutters under his breath, "why do we have to live so far from the hospital?" Bubbles bites her lip, unable to respond as another contraction shoots through her body. Glancing at her out of the corner of his blue eyes, Boomer is suddenly very glad he was too lazy to take the NOS out of his car from when he used to race it in High School. Powering it on, he speeds down the highway, retaining perfect control of his vehicle.
'Get your motor runnin', head out on the highway, looking for adventure, and whatever comes our way'
Boomer raises an eyebrow as the song blasts clearly across the highway.
Glancing to his left, Boomer can't help but smile as the officer smirks at him, song blasting out through his speakers as he tips his sunglasses and yells, "PULL OVER!" Boomer only shakes his head in response, pushing his speed further with help from the NOS, successfully breaking the speed limit by about 250mph.
'Yeah darlin', gonna make it happen, take the world in a love embrace, fire all of your guns at once and explode into space'
"HOLY SHIT!" Butch exclaims, three helicopters, 2 with police stickers, one from a local news station, shooting over his car as he drives down the highway.
"Boomer?" Buttercup questions, staring after them. Butch nods, giving a short glance before turning his attention back to the road with a smirk.
"Got to be."
'I like smoke and lightnin', heavy metal thunder, racing in the wind, and the feeling that I'm under'
The helicopters hover over Boomer's car as he speeds across the highway, thankful for the way other cars drive out of his path.
"PULL OVER NOW!" cops command over the speakers of the helicopters. Boomer smirks, his memories slowly fading to his teenage racing days. He pushes his speed even further, having missed the thrill of driving this fast.
'Yeah darlin', gonna make it happen, take the world in a love embrace, fire all of your guns at once and explode into space'
Back at the house, Baylaa sits on the couch, lazily turning on the TV while the babies still quietly sleep across the hall. She flips through the channels uninterested until, finally, something catches her attention.
A newscast.
A very special newscast.
"BELLA! BITZI! YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS!" The girls come running at their oldest relative's call, quickly taking a seat on the couch beside her.
"What is it?" Bitzi asks, looking from Baylaa to the TV curiously.
"It that Boomer's car?" Bella asks, staring in wide-eyed wonder as a blue car expertly maneuvers across the highway.
"Yep," Baylaa answers. Hearing a cry down the hall, Baylaa gives the news report one last glance before leaving the room. Her sister and cousin still staring the TV in utter shock as the helicopter camera zooms in.
'Like a true nature child, we were born, born to be wild, we can climb so high, I never want to die'
"WE COMMANDED YOU TO PULL OVER, NOW STAND DOWN!" Boomer's ears ring at the sound police's shouts, though he ignores them. Smiling, he finally sees the exit he's been looking for. He heads off the highway, the confused police officers following him to a destination they're unsure of...well..all of them are unsure but one lone officer, sitting with his sunglasses, Born to be Wild blasting out of his radio.
'Born to be wild, born to be wild'
Baylaa re-enters the living room, Blake safely in her arms as he quietly sips out of a bottle. Tiredly, he pushes the bottle away from his small lips and lazily turns his head towards the TV screen.
"Uncle?" he asks in confusion, a slight tilt to his head as he watches the blue car in recognition. Baylaa nods, smiling brightly at the cute little baby in her arms.
"Yep, that's Boomer's car," she replies, gently taking the bottle out of his hands. Blake blinks, mouth muscles twitching into a small smile as he watches flames shoot out of the back of his uncle's car.
'Like a true nature child, we were born, born to be wild, we can climb so high, I never want to die. Born to be wild, born to be wild.'
"Thank god," Boomer mutters, the hospital finally raising into his view. The cops follow him confused as he pulls into the building's parking lot, Bubbles muffling a scream of pain beside him.
Boomer drives right up to the emergency entrance, he doesn't even bother to shut off the engine before picking up Bubbles and carrying her inside.
"I'M HAVING MY BABIES!" Bubbles yells upon their entrance, "SOMEONE HELP ME NOW!" A nurse hurries towards her with a wheelchair just as the cops burst in through the doors. A second nurse looks at them, startled by their sudden appearance.
"What is it officers?" she asks, "are one of you hurt?"
"No, no, we're here for that man there," an officer explains, pointing to Boomer, "he was in high speed chase down the highway, we're going to have to take him in."
"Okay," Boomer responds, answering Bubbles' questioning gaze with a shrug. "Good luck, Bubs, don't name them without me!"
"NO!" Bubbles shouts, grabbing onto Boomer's shirt before he has the chance to walk over to the gathered cops. "Boomer, you are going into that room with me."
"But, miss, he's under arrest," a cop argues, "we can't ju-"
"I DON'T CARE IF HE'S ON FREAKING DEATH ROLL! He is going into that room with me!" she commands, gripping Boomer's shirt ever tighter.
Sighing, the cops share a few silent glances, trying to decide what to do.
"Fine," the officer announces, "you may go back with her, but we'll be waiting here! You will not get off your punishment!" Boomer smirks in response, waving at the cops as Bubbles drags him behind the wheelchair.
September 22nd 6:24:14am Monday.
Butch, Buttercup, Blossom, and Brick finally arrive at the hospital, about 10 minutes behind Boomer.
"I knew it was Boomer," Butch smirks, eyeing the cops. Buttercup slaps his arm, taking a seat as Blossom informs the receptionist on who they are so they can be called back when the babies are born.
There is nothing left to do but wait.
Boomer bites his lip, anxiously pushing Bubbles' hair out off of her sweaty face as she grips his hand painfully tight.
"BOOMER! This hurts!" she screams, gripping his hand even tighter. He holds his breath, trying not to scream out himself as he brushes his lips against the side of her face, doing anything he can think of to soothe her pain.
"Push!" the doctor commands. Bubbles screams in response, Boomer groaning in pain as the grip on his hand becomes unbearably tight.
Suddenly, admits the pain the soft sound of a cry fills the room. Boomer only glances at his child before turning back to Bubbles, caressing her hair softly while gently pressing his lips to her cheek.
"Good, good job, Bubbles," the doctor praises, "just one left! Push!"
Bubbles pants, groaning loudly at the pain. She whimpers, turning her head into Boomer's hand when he happens to brush it against her face.
"Push! Now! Push!" the doctor yells again, Bubbles only screams in response.
7 long minutes of agony pass before, finally, a child's cry breaks through the screams of the room.
Bubbles breathes deeply, loosening her grip on Boomer's hand as she closes her eyes, completely exhausted. Boomer exhales softly, gently kissing her forehead as she sighs in content and tiredness.
"I have your daughter," a doctor announces as he enters, Bubbles' eyes opening wide at his words. She watches him carefully as carries the small bundle over to her. "This is your daughter," he explains, gently placing her in Bubbles' arms, "she is the elder of the two twins." Boomer smiles and gives the doctor a small nod as he leaves, Bubbles being much too absorbed in her baby to notice his exit.
Gently, she pulls back the blanket, tears of joy dripping out of her eyes at the sight of her daughter's soft baby blue eyes looking back at her. Bubbles notices how they twinkle with lavender in the light and smiles. Boomer smiles down at his daughter, gently brushing a strand of her long bright blonde hair away from her face while Bubbles strokes her soft cheek lovingly.
"Britney," she whispers, smiling as the baby smiles brightly at her, "Britney Paulina Jojo."
"Agreed," Boomer answers, kissing her cheek gently as the doctor again enters the room.
The doctor smiles, handing Boomer a second bundle, "this is your son," he states. "The younger of the two by about seven minutes." Boomer nods in understanding, holding his son as carefully as he possibly can. Cautiously, he lifts a hand, slowly brushing the blanket away to look at his son's face.
"Look, babe," he whispers, gently bringing the baby closer to Bubbles so she could see his beautiful face as well. She laughs softly, twirling a small strand of his dark blonde hair around her finger. His short hair sticks out in every angle imaginable and the baby only yawns at his mother's soft laughter. Boomer smiles at his son, looking him straight in his handsome medium blue eyes, a shade not quite like Boomer's and not quite like Bubbles'. He marvels at the way they sparkle, a small blue violet tint shining through in the right areas of light.
"Bradley," he murmurs, glancing back towards Bubbles, "I like the name Bradley."
"Bradley James Jojo," she mumbles, holding Britney a little closer.
Boomer smiles, "BJ for short."
"I like it," Bubbles giggles, sinking her tired head further into her pillow.
"Me too," he agrees, kissing her forehead softly as their siblings enter the room.
"Can I see them?" Blossom asks politely, swinging her and Brick's intertwined hands at her side.
"Yes! Of course!" Bubbles answers, beckoning her siblings closer.
"What are their names?" Buttercup asks, looking down at them in interest, Blossom smiling happily at the small children in her sister's and brother-in-law's arms.
"This is Britney Paulina, and that is Bradley James, or BJ if you like that better," Bubbles explains, gesturing towards her son in Boomer's arms.
"Sir," a voice interrupts, "I don't mean to intrude, but the police are still waiting for you out front." Boomer sighs in response, having forgotten all about them.
"Right, uh here, Brick," he mutters, softly placing his son in his brother's arms. He gives a quick gentle kiss before heading towards the door.
"See you in a few months!" Butch teases, smirk on his lips.
"I'll see you tonight, Butch!" Boomer calls, just as he exits down the hall. Brick chuckles at the scene, Bradley watching his father go with a curious gaze.
"Will we really see him tonight?" Bubbles asks, biting her lip in worry.
"Probably," Brick answers with a careful shrug, "I don't know how he does it, but he's never arrested for long."
"Wait, wait, wait, are you saying Boomer's been arrested before?" Blossom questions, starting at incredulously as he grins in response.
"Baby," he sighs, "we're the Rowdyruff Boys, we've all been arrested before." Blossom rolls her pink eyes, deciding to turn her attention to her nephew instead.
"I hope Boomer's back soon," Bubbles whispers, thoughts drifting to unpleasant nights alone, hoping and wishing for Boomer to be back with her soon.
"You're under arrest," a cop announces, roughly forcing handcuffs onto Boomer's pale wrists. Boomer rolls his eyes, following the officer diligently to his car.
"Okay, whatever you say~," he sings with smug smile, not caring as the cop only laughs in response, heading off towards the police station.
...
"Hey, Boomer!" a prison yells from a holding cell, "hey guys look! Boomer's back!"
"Hey, Macalister!" Boomer greets back with a smile and a wave. "How's the feds treating ya?" Macalister scoffs in response, but says nothing more as the cop escorting Boomer leads him down another hallway.
"Wait here," the officer commands, shoving Boomer onto a chair.
"Whatever," he breathes, stretching out comfortably. The cop shakes his head at him, walking away and into the office type room behind Boomer's chair.
A few seconds pass and the officer is standing once again in front of Boomer, a shocked look sketched into his face.
"So," Boomer muses, "am I free to go now?"
"...Yes."
I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or the song 'Born to Be Wild' by: Steppenwolf. The name Butchercut belongs to the flaming Angel. The characters of Baylaa, Bella, and Bitzi belong to the flaming Angel and GIGI-SourApple. The name 'Baylaa' belongs to JayJayBrownie.