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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.