Lords of the Playlist
Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.
Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.
Track 15: (Don't Fear) The Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult
"You know, we could leave this place." Butch said to her one evening.
Both Greens were sitting on top of an old brick building watching the sun-set, when Butch had decided to speak up after close to half-an-hour of silence.
Buttercup turned her head to stare at him incerdibosly. "What're you talking about?" She asked confused. Butch jutted his chin out at the sprawling city laid out before them.
"You and me. We could leave this place if you wanted." He clarified. "I got that, but what made you say it in the first place?" Buttercup asked, turning her full attention to him.
The tall man was silent for a while as he gazed out over the illuminated city. "You always seem so tired whenever you go on patrols now." He finally said as he leaned back on the ledge they were sitting on. "This place is draining you… I think it has been for a while now."
She froze at his words. Shit, was it really that notable? She couldn't let him know the full extent of just how tired she truly was – how exhausted she was. She couldn't let anyone see that side of her, not even her own sisters. No one was allowed to see the cracks in her persona... she was the Toughest Fighter for Christ sake! The strong one, the unbreakable one! She didn't get tired!
So she tried to cover it.
"I… don't know what you're talking about." She muttered angrily. "This is my city, I can't just leav-"
"Yeah, yeah, it's your city I get that." Butch interrupted, waving her off. "I think you need a break though. God knows you're due for one."
"You must be joking, I can't just leave – the people here depend on me to-"
"I'm not saying forever." The forest eyed man interrupted again as he stood up, popping his back before turning slightly to look at her. "Just long enough for you to breathe. You're twenty-four, you're not a little girl anymore."
"and you'd go with me if I wanted to leave." Buttercup snorted. "Well… yeah. I would." Butch shrugged. "Someone has to keep you on your toes. Besides, I thought it was obvious that I would, seeing how I suggested it in the first place."
She looked up at him then, only to find him staring right back at her. Dark forest eyes, boring deep into her soul.
"Buttercup." He murmured. "You need to take a break. You can't keep going on like this. You'll burn yourself out at the rate you're going."
She was silent as she looked back down at her hands that where folded in her lap, before rising slowly to stand on the rooftop. A break didn't sound like such a bad idea, but…
"Where would we go?" She whispered. Butch smiled softly at her as he levitated off the ground, coming to float in front of her.
"I have a few idea's. Do you trust me Sunshine?" and he extended his hand.
Butch held out his hand, a silent invitation – asking her wordlessly if she trusted him, and damn it all to hell because she did.
She looked at his hand once more before reaching out and taking it in her own.
And just like that, both were gone.
.
XxX
And she ran to him, then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodbye, she had become like they are
She had taken his hand, she had become like they are
Come on baby, don't fear the reaper