Author
Author's Note: New ideas may come
hard, but they'll come. Nothing offensive meant by hiding them in the Townsville
church. Simply an idea. There's a lot of talking in this episode.
Maybe I'm Twisted
by Rey
Chapter 3 - The Agreement
"Trust is a dirty word that comes only from such a liar, but respect
is something I will earn..." - Green Day
Brick, his
eyes adjusted to the darkness, grabbed his cap and jammed it on his head.
Boomer, who sat nearby, snickered.
"Afraid
of showing your hat hair? Ahahaha..." Brick, however, did not find him so
amusing. "Shut up," he snapped. Butch, sitting to Brick's right,
glanced around curiously, scratching his head in a quizzical manner.
"Weird
place." As his gaze traveled around the room, he noticed a figure standing
near the shadows. A figure that was strangely familiar. He stared harder.
Something about her was familiar... oh, now he remembered. She hovered up to
him, a coy smile on her lips. Enchanting... and she kissed him.
"It's her!"
Immediately he was up and streaking towards her - but, no, Brick had grabbed his
shoe.
"Down, you
bastard. If you get her now we won't know where we are. Idiot." Brick
yanked and Butch dropped, hitting the ground. Grumbling, he sat back up. Boomer
hovered up behind Brick.
"It's that
brunette girlie," he sneered.
"It's Buttercup,
moron," she replied promptly. What? Why'd I say that?
Brick
allowed himself a hint of a grin. "Yeah, well, whatever, girlie. As
long as you know where the f_ck we are, we don't give a damn what your name
is."
Looking miffed,
Butch climbed to his feet. "Yeah. What leader-boy said." And he glared
at Buttercup, trying to intimidate, and regain some of his lost pride.
Buttercup gave a
sweet, disarming smile. "You're in the Professor's lab, and I just
recreated you."
The boys blinked.
Blinked. Blinked. "What?" The three asked incredulously, in unison.
"No
way," Butch growled. "You're f_cked up. Delusional bitch." Boomer
nodded in agreement, crossing his arms. "We don't buy your stupid story,
girlie. Now tell us why we're here." Brick scowled as well. "Dude,
quit lying."
Buttercup just
smirked. Oh, he's cute when he's angry ~ stay focused! "You can turn
around and check. I really did create you. The cauldron that you came from. I
sacrificed my football and my baseball and my favorite book for
you idiots! Why can't you show a little gratitude!?"
Again, the boys
blinked. Boomer eyed her. "You're into guy stuff?"
Butch leaned
towards Brick and muttered, "Lesbian." They snickered together.
Buttercup sighed.
It was obvious they wouldn't trust her, so... maybe she had to gain their
respect. But how?
"Yeah. I'm
into football. And look, even if you don't believe that I recreated you, you're
gonna need my help anyway."
Brick raised a
brow skeptically. "And... why would we need your help, girlie?"
"It's
simple." Buttercup, inwardly, was excited. Was she going to get to argue
with him? "Technically you aren't even supposed to be here, and neither am
I. The lab is off-limits to us girls -"
"Us?"
Boomer interjected, also adopting a bemused expression. "The other two freaks are still around?"
"Yeah. My
sisters. And don't call 'em freaks, dork. Anyway, as I was saying, you won't
have anywhere to go without me. Leave this house and go around Townsville,
everyone's scared out of their wits of you. You don't have money or nothing.
Sure, you can go steal stuff, but if you're gonna live like that... I don't wish
you the best of luck. Besides, I gotta help hide you, I created you dudes.
Blossom isn't gonna like you guys at all."
"Blossom? Oh
yeah, that nice piece of -" Butch began, but Brick elbowed him in the gut
to shut him up.
"Go on," he said reasonably, looking more open. Maybe he was finally
seeing logic.
"Well, I
don't really know where I can hide you guys..." Butch snorted, standing to
one side, as if he'd
expected this.
"How about
Mojoke's lab?" Boomer asked, half-helpfully.
"Jeez,
no," Buttercup winced. "You don't want to be stuck with that
guy." Buttercup grinned, imitating Mojo's stance and voice. "'I am
Mojo-Jojo and there is only one Mojo-Jojo who is I, Mojo-Jojo, for I am the only
Mojo-Jojo and there shall be no other Mojo-Jojo like I, Mojo-Jojo...'"
Butch snickered,
and Boomer grinned. Brick, however, simply shook his head. "Alright, we get the idea. But
where do you suggest?"
"Well, I was
thinking... The... Townsville church?" Buttercup grimaced, expecting a huge
"no-thank-you". However, Brick slowly gained a smirk.
"The...
church, you said? What day is it, anyway?" He mentioned a question
casually.
"Oh, it's
really early on Sunday." She blinked slowly, trying to digest this.
"You.. you guys don't mind?"
Butch nudged
Boomer, and Boomer grinned. "Nope, not at all. It's only temporary,
right?"
"Y..
yeah..." She had the feeling that they were up to something, but she
couldn't quite put her finger on it. "For now, though. Shall we shake?
Allies... friends?" She said hopefully, holding out her hand.
Brick glanced
sideways at his brothers, 'asking'. Butch shrugged in a "yeah, why
not?" kind of way, while Boomer nodded.
Allowing a slight
smile to cross his face, he stepped forward, and shook Buttercup's hand.
"Allies, friends." Buttercup smiled back, just about going into a
trance, then.
Brick coughed,
and behind him, he heard Butch snicker. "Buttercup. You can let go of my
hand now."
Buttercup
twitched, and dropped his hand. "R... right. Well, it's late and all, so we
ought to get you down there quick, so I can get some sleep." She
noticed the boys tensing up, as they were about to blast off.
"Wait!
No!" They looked to her, confused. "Let's... go by the front
door."
Boomer blinked,
looking up. "Can't go through the roof?"
Buttercup
coughed, heading for the stairs. "This is the basement."
"Oh."
And so the boys hovered after her.
Once outside, as
they were streaking across the night sky like comets in the direction of
Townsville's church, Boomer called over to Buttercup, "Yo, girlie. Mind if
we pause to have a gang chat? You go somewhere and not listen in."
Deciding not to
make a big deal out of being called 'girlie', she shrugged. "...Sure."
And spiralled downwards towards the roof of the nearest building, to sit and
wait. The three boys huddled together in mid-air, football style.
Boomer glanced
down towards Buttercup. "..I think she's okay. At least she's trying to
help us and not going ballistic and trying to kiss us and crap like that."
Brick reminded
him, "That's because we didn't go ballistic on her."
"Oh.
Right."
Butch frowned
slightly. "Yo, leaderboy. I think she's got the hots for you. You saw how
she lost it when you shook her hand."
Brick paused, to
stare at Butch. But his brother was right, she had gone a little blank. But
she's not all that bad... I don't think she's too bad of a kis ~ What am I
thinking?! "Well. Yeah... We ought to keep an eye out, then. But she is
helping us, Butch."
Butch shrugged,
the frown dissipating. "You're right, I guess. And hey, she's pretty
cute..." He snickered. "Alright. We go with her." They could
already see Buttercup getting impatient on the roof, arms folded across her
chest.
They broke up the
huddle and streaked down towards her. "Yo Buttercup," Butch said,
gaining a disbelieving glance from Boomer at hearing him use her name,
"We've checked you out and decided you're okay. Let's go." Buttercup
muttered, standing up. "It's about time. Come on, the sun's gonna rise in
an hour or two..."
The four of them
streaked off into the sky, which was slowly, but surely, getting brighter.