I do not own the Power Puff Girls or the Rowdy Ruff Boys.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: All Good Things

The next several days were stressful for the boys and it showed. The professor immediately came over when Brick called him. It wasn't a heart attack like the boys thought. Mojo's blood pressure had risen to an extremely high level. The professor suggested bedrest for Mojo, and when Boomer and Butch got home, he pulled them into the living room to speak with them.

"What happened?" he'd asked, removing his glasses.

"He caught a glimpse of Blossom at school." Brick explained as he and his brothers sat on the couch.

"Is he going to be all right?" Boomer asked anxiously.

The professor had looked at the boys, trying to figure out how to answer them. "Mojo's physiology is the bit different from the average chimp."

Butch scoffed and folded his arms. "Figured that by the talking, green skin, and the exposed brain."

Brick hadn't said anything, but elbowed Butch in the stomach. Butch turned to look at Brick, and saw that his eyes were tight with concern. Boomer, who'd sat on the other side of Brick had his hands clasped tightly in front of him. Butch relented on his cynical-ness, he was just as worried about Mojo as his brothers were.

"That being said, while parts of Mojo's body were enhanced, others suffered. His circulatory system being the main one to suffered."

"What does that mean?"

"It means, that being unnecessarily stressed out will cause his blood pressure to rise. His heart will be working overtime to try to keep up." The professor took a deep breath. "The body is a machine, and when mechanisms are overworked, they'll burn out."

The boys had looked at the professor for the first time with fear in their eyes. Even though the professor hadn't exactly said it, it was implied that Mojo could quite literally give himself a heart attack and die. Except for when they were first reborn and under H.I.M's supervision, the boys were always under Mojo's care. He was their father, they his sons. What would they do without Mojo?

Apparently one of them had asked that aloud, because the professor set a sheet of paper on the coffee table for the boys to look at. Brick took the initiative to pick up the sheet of paper. Boomer and Butch looked over his shoulders to read what the paper said.

"In essence, Mojo has you three well taken care of if anything were to happen to him." The professor started. "All his investments, his properties—."

"Properties?" The boys mimicked.

"You mean the volcano tower?"

"Yes, but Mojo also has other assets. He has a home in Japan, the Congo jungle, and Rio." The professor listed.

"What about H.I.M?" Butch asked.

"Mojo has something special planned for H.I.M. He means to protect you three from everything, including your 'mother'." The professor had put his pipe in his mouth and was filling it with tobacco. "However, since his change almost eighteen years ago, he's proven to be quite…energetic. Old age hasn't done anything to hinder it."

Brick, Butch, and Boomer looked up at the professor. He didn't sound worried at all. Even his words suggested that Mojo wasn't anywhere near kicking the bucket. "Are you saying he'll be all right?"

"Mojo will be fine. He just needs to stop getting excited over everything." The professor lit his pipe and looked at the boys. "That being said, you three will eventually have to tell him about the girls." He took a puff of his pipe and exhaled.

"Will you say something if we don't?" Boomer asked.

"Only asked because not a week ago, I lied to someone I told I'd never lie to. He's Mojo Jojo, retired super villain and father to you three. To me he's still the same baby chimp wearing a diaper responding to the name Jojo."

The boys had watched the professor pack his bag and then proceed to leave. The professor's words left them with a lot to think about.

The rest of the week and the following weekend, the boys did everything they can to keep Mojo stress free. That included, coming home on time, cooking and cleaning. At first Mojo appreciated it, but when the boys started to do things for like reaching his cup to him while sitting on the couch and changing the channel when he was watching television, it became annoying.

"Turning the page of a book, or scratching my ass is not going to kill me." Mojo had complained. "I'm fine. Pretty sure, I'm too stubborn to die anytime soon."

"I'll give it to him for being stubborn." Butch had whispered to his brothers as he finished up the dishes. "If that's what you want, I'm going out."

Mojo, Brick, and Boomer looked at Butch as he drained the sink and took the gloves off his hands with a distinctive snap. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know. Arcade. The mall. The mountains. I'll be back before dinner." Butch said as he went up to his room to grab his wallet.

Boomer then pulled out his phone and sent a text to Bubbles, asking if she'd like to go to the movies with him. He hadn't seen much of her aside from school. Needless to say, he missed her.

Brick caught Boomer on his phone while he was supposed to be mopping, and threw a dust rag at him. "Making plans, Boomer?"

Boomer jumped a bit after being hit with the rag, and then smirked. "Yeah, considering I'm not on house arrest."

Brick raised his middle finger to Boomer and she turned back to polish Mojo's older machines. Brick's being grounded had him spending the most time with Mojo. While he didn't mind half the time, the other half he felt like pulling his hair out of sheer boredom. He felt like today was going to be one of those days.

Butch came down the stairs dressed for the cool November weather and practically flew out the door. Boomer hurried with his mopping to be finished that much sooner. After he was done, he went up to his room to change and then left.

Brick internally cursed his brothers for leaving him at the mercy of Mojo's loneliness.

Butch hung out in the clouds with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed. He needed a second to think about what he was going to do next. As he was changing clothes, he glanced at his dresser and took noticed of the full box of condoms. It reminded him that he'd gotten his promised picture evidence of Buttercup not being pregnant.

It was that Friday, and he'd woken up to a text from Buttercup. Nothing was said, just a picture of bloodied underwear. It'd grossed him out, but assured him that he didn't fuck up and get her pregnant.

It had been five days since then, and he idly wondered how long her period was supposed to last. Butch wanted to see Buttercup. He'd texted her as asked if she'd wanted to meet up with him.

That being said, Butch was taken by surprise when Buttercup answered with a 'where'? Butch replied saying he would wait for her above the cloud bank, and then go somewhere, so long as he was alone with her. Thinking about being alone with Buttercup had him gulping in anticipation. With such anticipation in mind, he'd

Lost in his thoughts as he was, Butch didn't notice the tingle going through his body that signaled Buttercup's approach. Buttercup had zoomed up to Butch and startled him, by whistling. Turning and bracing for a fight, he relaxed when he saw that it was just Buttercup.

"That's how you got your tongue bitten years ago." Buttercup told him.

"Hello to you too, Cupcake." Butch said as he floated over to her. "So, do you know a place we can…" Butch searched for the proper word. "…get reacquainted?"

Buttercup stared at Butch for a moment. "And what would this reacquainting be like?"

Butch reached into his pocket a flash a few condom packets in front of her face. "We had a wager, remember?"

Buttercup looked at the condoms, and then brought her eyes back to Butch's. Butch's face held a smile, but his eyes showed a bit of worry. "I know a place. Try to keep up."

Buttercup flew off in the opposite direction of where she came followed closely by Butch. Soon, they were in the woods a little outside of Townsville. Butch was confused, before Buttercup sunk lower into the trees and soon started walking. Butch was close on her heels, stumbling into her every few steps.

"Butch, would you please take a few steps back?" Buttercup snapped at him after he stumbled for the fifth time.

Butch waited for her to take five steps before following after her. Soon there was an opening to a clearing and right in the middle of the clearing was a cabin. Butch looked at it, wondering how Buttercup knew about this place.

"You have a cabin in the woods? Planning on killing me, Cupcake?" Butch asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Apparently, that had the opposite effect as Buttercup turned to face Butch head on. Her eyes were blazing and a red flush of anger and embarrassment. "Don't be an ass, Butch. This time is a lot different than the last. Don't make me change my mind."

Butch silently agreed with that as Buttercup turned around to go to the cabin. "How did you find this place?"

"It was given to me." Buttercup said. "When the Gang Green Gang left town, Ace gave this to me as a parting gift."

Butch felt his eyebrow twitch in jealously. "What guy gives a teenage girl an abandoned cabin?"

"Ace grew a soft spot for me over the years." She explained. "I had a crush on him when I was younger."

Butch stared at Buttercup's back. "You had a crush on slimy, can't grow a mustache, tacky bell bottoms Ace?"

"I was five." Buttercup said as explanation.

"Thank god, your taste has improved." Butch muttered.

"I heard that." Buttercup said. "Haven't you ever had a crush on someone terrible?"

"Sedusa. Black lace, red leather, nice butt." Butch listed.

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "She also had greasy hair, pasty skin, and fangs." Buttercup said as they walked up the cabin steps. She opened the door and let them in. This was Buttercup's safe place, it was all her own. Now she was sharing it with Butch, just like she did with her body. The symbolism of it was not lost on her.

Butch looked around the space and had to smile at the touches that made the place Buttercup's. There were posters of her favorite bands and movies, a small radio, a green rug on the floor, and a black couch with a down blanket thrown carelessly over it. "Homey."

Buttercup sighed as she ran her hands over her hair, nervously. "It's my place away from home."

Butch came up to stand close behind Buttercup. He put his hands on her shoulders and ran his hands down her arms until his fingers entwined with hers. Buttercup quickly stepped away from Butch.

"What?"

"Turn around."

"Huh?"

"Turn around and get undressed. I'll do the same." Buttercup said as she turned around.

Butch stared at Buttercup for a second, before turning around and stripping. He listened closely to be sure that Buttercup wasn't tricking him. The telltale sound of zippers being pulled down and clothes hitting the floor told him otherwise.

"Any reason you want us turned around. I mean, I've already seen you naked." Butch said as he spared a glance over his shoulder.

"Look before I give the okay, and I'll leave you standing here naked." Buttercup threatened.

Butch immediately turned to look in the opposite direction. "It wouldn't be the first time."

"I'm warning you, Butch."

"All right, all right." Butch kept his eyes forward, listening to Buttercup moved behind him.

He jumped suddenly when he felt arms wrap around his waist. Relaxing, he put his hands on top of Buttercup's.

"Can I turn around?" he asked.

Buttercup walked backwards with Butch. She grabbed the blanket off the couch and sat him down. Buttercup moved to sit on Butch's lap and quickly pulled the blanket around them. Butch laid his hand on Buttercup's lower back and pulled her close to him, so he could kiss her.

Buttercup welcomed the kiss and pulled Butch closer to her. She maneuvered them so that he was lying on top of her. Butch wedged his knee between her legs and moved his hand down. He stroked her a few times before inserting two fingers into her. Buttercup inhaled sharply.

"What is it?"

"You're rushing it." Buttercup said. "It's why you blew it so quick."

Butch raised a brow, as he pulled his hand out of her and then sucked his fingers clean. The sight made Buttercup blush heavily. Leaning down, Butch kissed Buttercup's neck and moved to her collarbone. His hand that wasn't supporting his weight ran over her breasts. His thumb brushed over her nipple, causing her to shiver and moan.

Butch smirked against her skin and brought his mouth down to kiss her other breast. When he heard Buttercup gasp for breath he decided to move to the other breast. He suckled her, before giving her a gentle bite.

"Going slow enough for you?" Butch teased.

Buttercup's breathing was ragged, but she managed and answer. "Shut up."

Butch chuckled as he sat up and reached for his jeans on the floor. He pulled out a condom and sat up, so he put it on. As he opened the wrapper, he looked at Buttercup and then handed her the condom.

"You've got me doing all the work, Cupcake." Butch mock scolded. "You put the condom on me."

Buttercup took the condom and very carefully put it on Butch. Butch had his head tilted back, at the sensation of having someone else touch him. When Buttercup finished putting the condom on Butch, she reached up for his shoulders and pulled him down to kiss him.

Shifting his body, so he was touching every inch of her, Butch brought his hand down to pull at her thigh, bringing it over his waist. The blanket was a bit awkward, because of the blanket covering them. Also, it was a lot warmer than when they first started.

"Can we ditch the blanket?" Butch asked.

"No. Not ready for you to see all of me yet." Buttercup said as she brought a kiss to Butch's neck.

Butch sighed as he gave Buttercup more access. "We've already seen each other naked. It's a bit late to be modest."

Buttercup pulled back to look up at Butch and then pushed against his shoulders. Butch confused, resisted with his brow furrowing.

"Let me up." Butch moved off Buttercup and she sat up and ran a hand over her hair. "I think I'll go home."

"You're running away again?" Butch asked.

Buttercup's glare was fiery, but Butch could see something else there. "You're not taking me seriously."

"You're taking this too seriously. It's just us having sex. We've already done it once before." Butch fussed.

"Under the cover of night. Yes, we can see in the dark, but this is different." Buttercup explained as she reached for her clothes. "You can see everything now."

Butch grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly in his own. "Buttercup, please don't overthink this. I want to have sex with you." He pulled her to him, and had her sit on his lap. When she remained stiff in his embrace, he started kissing her shoulders and brought his hands to her front to stroke her thighs. "Come on, Cupcake."

Buttercup slowly melted into Butch's ministrations and leaned her head back on his shoulder. Butch moved his hips, so his erection brushed against her, causing soft moans to break from her. When he felt he'd prepared her enough, he lifted her and positioned her over his erection. Butch slowly eased Buttercup down, both teens groaning at the sensations of being so intimately connected.

With his hands on her hips, Butch moved Buttercup to create a pleasurable rhythm that had her gasping and him groaning. The sounds of their skin hitting filled the cabin as well as their loud breathing. Butch brought one of his hands up to Buttercup's chin and tilted it back so he could kiss her. His other hand went down between her legs and he stroked her clit.

The sound Buttercup made then, had Butch smiling in pride. The clenching of her insides and increased wetness he felt told her he'd just won the wager. Knowing it was best to stay quiet about it until later, Butch continued his thrusting until he felt that feeling in the base of his belly. When he finally came, he held tightly to Buttercup.

Once their bodies started to cool, Butch moved them so they were lying on their sides. In the process of moving Butch had pulled out of Buttercup, and in the limited space the couch allowed, pulled the condom off. Butch flung it near his clothes, making a mental note to pick it up later.

"So what do we do now?" Buttercup asked after a few minutes of silence.

Butch pressed himself against Buttercup. "First, I'm going to kiss you." True to form, Butch leaned over Buttercup and kissed her on the cheek. "Now, I'm going to get up and get dressed. After that, I think I'll arrange to see you again. Same place and time."

"Are you trying to be funny?" Buttercup asked.

"No. I'm telling you exactly what I want, so there's no confusion." Butch said as he sat up and gathered his clothes. "It's only fair to also ask what you want."

"What I want?" Buttercup's brow furrowed.

Butch pulled his boxers and jeans on and turned to Buttercup as he was buckling them up. "Yeah, what do you want? This is only going to work if you just speak your mind. Shouldn't be too hard for us." He winked.

Buttercup pulled the blanket close around her. "I want you to not be a jackass about it, and keep you goddamn mouth shut."

"Hey, I thought I explained what happened that day. Jack somehow knew. I'm sure one of your friends probably knows too." Butch said as he bent to pick up his shirt.

Buttercup wrapped the blanket around her and stood up to pick up her clothes. "I don't care. Just don't go blabbing to your friends or your brothers about us."

Butch stared at Buttercup as she tried to dress herself under the blanket. "Ashamed to be having sex with a Rowdy Ruff Boy?"

"No. It's just my business and I'd like to keep it as my business."

Butch considered this and nodded as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Fair enough." He then pulled wrapped an arm around Buttercup's waist and pulled her to him. "See you soon." He kissed her temple and then left out the cabin.

Buttercup stared at where Butch had just been and ran a hand over her hair. "What have I just gotten myself into?"

Boomer and Bubbles had met up and were at the movies having a date. It felt nice to do normal things that other teenagers did. Picking a bad romance comedy to see, eating salty popcorn and sweet candy, and kissing in the darkness. It was perfect.

As they were kissing, Boomer's hand had found itself on Bubbles' thigh. Moving slowly, Boomer moved his hand inward. Bubbles at first didn't react, so Boomer took the liberty to inch his hand upward. He idly thought, it was a shame that Bubbles was wearing jeans. She usually wore skirts.

Before his hand could reach its goal of between her legs, he felt Bubbles' grab his hand. "Boomer."

"Sorry. Moving too fast?" he quickly retracted himself from Bubbles, turning his eyes toward the screen. It had been the first time he'd glanced at the movie in twenty minutes and had no idea what was going on.

"Boomer," Bubbles whispered. "It's okay, just not yet."

Boomer turned to look at Bubbles and when the screen lit up, he saw the faint blush go across her cheeks. He blushed himself, and then reached over to take Bubbles' hand in his own. Boomer couldn't help but smile as well.

After the movie, Boomer and Bubbles walked around the city hand in hand, eating soft pretzels they got from concessions before they left. Boomer decided to eat his plain, while Bubbles opted for a spicy mustard.

"Your stomach is made of lead." Boomer laughed as she spread more mustard onto her pretzel.

"Says the boy who eats cockroaches." Bubbles said.

"Used to eat cockroaches." Boomer corrected. "We had this conversation before."

"Yeah, but every time I eat something you think is weird—."

"You have weird taste." Boomer interrupted.

Bubbles shoved Boomer gently. "Then what does that say about you?"

"I'd say it's too late. You're already dating me." Boomer said.

"Yeah, I am." Bubbles said with a smile.

Boomer smiled back, but then a dark thought crossed his mind, causing a frown to mar his face. Bubbles immediately noticed and frowned in response. "What is it?"

"Do you really like me?" Boomer asked.

The questions caught Bubbles so off guard that she laughed. "Of course, I like you. Why wouldn't I?"

Boomer's grip on Bubbles' hand tightened. "It's just something we—my brothers and I—have been thinking about."

"Okay," Bubbles started, picking up on Boomer's not wanting to talk about it attitude. "Thinking about what?"

Boomer stopped in the middle of the sidewalk with Bubbles and looked probingly into her sky blue eyes. "When I first saw you at school, I immediately felt this crazy attraction to you. You wore this really cute white dress with a jean jacket, and all I could was that this angel came down for this boy from hell."

Bubbles was shocked that Boomer felt all that from just one glance. Her face grew warm and felt it was going to continue to grow warmer.

"When I found out that you were Bubbles of the Power Puff Girls, my heart sank. I thought I wouldn't ever get the chance to be with you because of that." Boomer said as he looked away from her.

Bubbles squeezed Boomer's hands in a reassuring manner. "Boomer."

"My brothers tried to tell me not to go out with you. They said it was a bad idea." Boomer chuckled. "I've never been more glad that they were wrong."

Bubbles smiled and brought her hand to Boomer's face. He pressed his face into her palm and closed his eyes. The tingles he felt under his skin helped to bring him to what he was trying to say. He put his hand over Bubbles' and sighed.

"Remember how you couldn't stand me touching you? Can you tell me why?" Boomer asked her.

Bubbles' brow furrowed in confusion. "It was like this electric shock going through me. It wasn't painful, just annoying."

"For me I get these tingles. Really good tingles that spread out from wherever we touched." Boomer sighed.

"What does that have to do with us?" Bubbles asked, confused.

Boomer opened his eyes and looked into Bubbles' eyes. "The professor told us that we wouldn't be able to resist being attracted to you."

Bubbles chuckled. "The pride of a father."

Boomer shook his head. "Yeah, until he told us that the Chemical X in our blood is what makes us attracted to each other. The tingles are a result of the Chemical X in our blood reacting to each other."

"You can't believe that, can you?" Bubbles asked feeling indignant. She was going to have a talk with the professor when she got home. "If that were the case, we'd be reacting to our siblings and our non-counterparts."

"That's the thing, I don't. I know that I truly like you Bubbles. I like being around you. I like spending time with you." Boomer rattled off.

Bubbles didn't say anything. Instead she pulled Boomer down to her height and kissed him deeply. When the kissed ended, Bubbles looked up at Boomer with a soft smile. "I really do like you Boomer. I know that because every time you're with me I get this fuzzy feeling. Not that tingly feeling, but a genuine warm and fuzzy feeling."

Her words produce a warm and fuzzy feeling in Boomer, that had him leaning down and kissing Bubbles.

Brick was almost bored to tears. Mojo had insisted that Brick stay downstairs with him watching a documentary about chimps. When Brick asked why Mojo wanted to watch a documentary about chimps, Mojo has answered for humor. Brick was about to doze off when Mojo laughed at something one of the younger chimps did.

"Mojo, my brain is turning to mush as we watch this." Brick complained. "Can I please go up to my room? I'm supposed to be grounded, remember?"

Mojo gave Brick a sly grin, rare in his old age. "There are exceptions to every rule."

"Dad," Brick groaned. "Brain cells are dying as we speak."

Mojo chuckled as he turned his attention back to the television and the young chimps. "I wonder if I should get a tire swing installed."

Brick was the one to chuckle then. "You're more likely to throw your back out playing on a tire swing."

Mojo threw a scowl at Brick, but then ran his hand down Brick's shoulder in a fatherly way. Suddenly the door opened and close and Butch came in, a self-satisfied smile on his face. Brick took one guess as to where Butch had been and shook his head.

"Make sure you shower before dinner." Brick called out to him, as Butch made his way upstairs.

Butch was in too good a mood to worry about Brick's comment, so he ignored him and made his way up to their bathroom to shower.

Not soon after Butch arrived home, Boomer came in with a dopey smile on his face. It was no secret that Boomer was out with Bubbles, but the smile told Brick that something good must've happened. Something really good.

Did Boomer get laid too? He thought. If he did, Brick was going to throw a fit. He could not be outdone by his brothers by being the last one to have sex.

"When's dinner?" Boomer asked as he went to the kitchen, where he smelt spices and tomato sauce cooking.

"Soon. Don't you dare touch that chili." Brick called out from his place on the couch. He'd have to talk to his brothers later to figure out what was going on in their lives. While they wouldn't be so forth coming with Mojo, he felt that his brothers would be more forthcoming with him.

Dinner was lighthearted between the small family of four. Jokes were made. Mojo smiled and even laughed once or twice. After dinner was done, the boys cleaned up with Mojo heading to his room to rest. While they were cleaning, Brick turned to his brothers and whispered in case Mojo was within hearing distance.

"All right you two, spill." He asked getting right to the point. "I know you either got laid or something.

Butch, who'd been rinsing the dishes, paused before letting a large smile cross his face. He continued rinsing the dishes that Brick washed before handing them to Boomer to dry and put away. "I might've gotten laid again. Not that you two would know what it feels like."

Brick splashed Butch with dish water. "Did you wrap up this time?"

"Or did you cum in your hand again?" Boomer asked.

Butch chuckled. "Yes, if you must know. At least I'm not cumming in my hand, unlike you two. Though I doubt I'll be alone for long. Boomer does have a girlfriend."

Boomer actually blushed, turning away from his brothers so they wouldn't see. Unfortunately, the action just drew their attention to him. Brick and Butch glanced at each other before looking at Boomer. "Boomer?"

Boomer didn't say anything, but his blush got deeper.

"Did you have sex with her already?" Brick asked, trying to keep his voice low.

"No."

"Then what are you over there blushing like a middle school girl for?" Butch asked him.

Boomer faced his brothers and shrugged. "Just Bubbles told me that she really liked me."

"Okay, and that's a reason to be blushing?" Butch asked.

"She really likes me. The Chemical X has nothing to do with it. She likes me for me." Boomer smiled.

Brick thought it must be bliss to be so simple. He couldn't really believe that the Chemical X had nothing to do with the attraction he felt for Bubbles. Bubbles truly was for him, if she had the same simplicity. Butch on the other hand felt that it was just the Chemical X attracting him to Buttercup.

"It's just a physical attraction. Any emotional attraction you think you have doesn't exist Boomer." Butch said. Brick closed his eyes in disbelief. Count on Butch to not have any tact.

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"Because when I'm around Buttercup, I don't get these feelings you think you feel. I just get these tingles and I know it feels good." Butch explained. "It's that simple."

"Is that why you're having sex with her?" Boomer asked, starting to grow irritated with his brother. "Because that's going to bite you in the ass. Then what are you going to do?"

"Guys." Brick warned. "You're both entitled to what you feel, but don't fight about it. It's not worth it."

Boomer turned to Brick then. "Are you saying you don't believe me either?"

Brick pulled the plug in the sink as he handed the last dish to Butch. "I'm not saying I don't."

"Then what is it?"

Brick shrugged. "It's just a little too good to be true. I'm glad you're happy, but I don't want you to feel entitled to like or be with her just because of a feeling that may or may not be your own." Brick said quickly when Boomer looked ready to protest.

The dish that was in Boomer's hand suddenly broke with his frustration. It was a sign that a Boomer tantrum was about to start. "Boomer."

"Why are you guys so bent on the idea that I might not actually like her?" Boomer snapped louder than intended.

Brick looked towards Mojo's door and then inclined his head for them to go upstairs. Butch quickly gathered the pieces of the broken dish and threw them in the trash before following a stomping Boomer and a calm Brick up the stairs to Boomer's room.

Boomer's room unlike Brick's was an organized mess. Nothing was where it necessarily should be, but Boomer knew where everything was. Brick's room was simply organized to the point of obsessive compulsive, and Butch's room was in a constant state of hit by a tornado.

Boomer sat on his bed with his arms folded and what could only be described as a pout on his face. Brick sighed as he leaned against the edge of Boomer's dresser. Butch sat himself in Boomer's chair that had a permanent sag to it.

"Well?" Boomer started.

"I'm just not convinced that part of it isn't induced by the Chemical X." Brick explained. "I mean, I get the same tingles with Blossom, but I'm fine with just being friends with her."

"Bullshit." Boomer said.

Brick's brow furrowed. "Bullshit? How?"

"You totally use every chance you can to pick fun at that Dexter kid. You know he has a crush on Blossom, and you act like a complete asshole to him." Boomer explained fiercely.

Butch chuckled, and that brought Boomer's attention to him.

"And you. You stole Buttercup right from under Mitch's nose and now you're banging her. What does that say about you?"

"That I'm a hot-blooded male that found an equally hot-blooded female." Butch stated. "Sex and liking someone isn't the same thing."

"You're an asshole. The sooner Buttercup figures that out about you, the better." Boomer said as he settled himself on his bed. "I hope she knocks your fucking teeth in when she does."

Butch rolled his eyes at Boomer. "And the sooner you get laid or better yet just rub one out, the better. You'll be less of a tight ass."

Boomer lunged across his room, before Brick could stop him, and punched Butch in the nose. He put more than enough force behind it, and was sure he broke Butch's nose. Blood flowed down Butch's face as he returned the favor by punching Boomer in the face. Boomer threw an elbow out and caught Butch in the chin and throwing him off him. Boomer then jumped onto Butch throwing them onto the ground and proceeded to pummel Butch.

Brick didn't stop them, because if he were being honest—and he was—Butch was asking for it. Butch headbutted Boomer, making him fall back. Butch made to jump onto Boomer then, but Boomer was quicker and swung his leg kicking Butch. Butch caught Boomer's foot in the face and it threw him into Brick.

Brick held tight to Butch when he tried to break away. "All right that's enough. Come on, before your nose heals wrong."

Boomer watched as Brick dragged Butch out of his room. He then picked himself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wipe his face.

In Butch's room, Butch sat on his bed taking deep breaths. Brick had his thumbs braced against either side of Butch's nose and took a deep breath himself. "On the count of three. Okay? One. Two."

There was another crush and Butch grunted in pain. "What happened to three?"

Brick shrugged. "You shouldn't have provoked him like that."

"Whatever." Butch mumbled while tilting his head back to try to stop the blood flow. "I can't believe he managed to break my nose."

"What did you think was going to happen?" Brick asked as he cautiously made his way through Butch's room. "You should really clean up in here."

Butch snorted, then regretted it as it caused more blood to spill. "Damn it."

"Butch, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"What do you feel for Buttercup?"

Butch turned his eyes onto Brick's with his brow furrowing. "What do you mean?"

"Do you like her or what?"

Butch hadn't really thought about that, but he figured he did. "Yeah, I don't think I could stomach having sex with her if I didn't."

"I'm being serious here." Brick said sternly.

Butch looked at Brick and then shrugged. "I guess I like her, but not the way Boomer likes Bubbles."

"What do you mean?"

Groaning, Butch let his head hang. "What do you want from me Brick? I get those tingles when I touch her. Having sex with her just increases those tingles I feel. She's also a complex girl who doesn't let anyone in, but for some reason she's letting me in."

"Did you think that she may like you?" Brick asked.

Butch sighed heavily. "Brick, unless you're going somewhere with this, drop it."

"I'm just trying to understand what this thing is with Buttercup that you have, before I hear about it from Blossom while she's blowing ice in my face."

"Again, you're just trying to cover your ass." Butch said as he stood up and tossed the bloodied towel into a pile he just somehow knew was his dirty clothes. "Then what about you and Blossom, huh?"

"What about Blossom and me?"

Butch rounded on Brick, his eyes almost blazing. "You and Blossom dance around each other. This project you have with her is bringing you closer. I see the way you get this fire in your eyes about working with her."

"I like her, so what?"

"You like her." Butch chuckled. "You're an idiot if you think that's not going to blow up in your face."

Brick breathed a thin cloud of smoke. "No more than it's going to blow up in your face."

Butch threw himself on his bed and turned his back to Brick. "Close the door on your way out."

Brick wanted to throw something at Butch, but that would start another fight. It was late and he was mentally exhausted. Slamming the door, he went to his room and buried his head in this pillow. He idly wondered if Blossom had these kinds of fights with her sisters.