A PpG 'alternate reality' fan fiction
By I am a good fighter
DISCLAIMER: Powerpuff Girls created by Craig McCracken and all characters associated with the show are owned by Cartoon Network
Story idea adapted from the novel 'Replay' (c) 1986 by Ken Grimwood
This story is rated PG-13
When we got home from Washington, I was down to three days. I wanted them to be remembered by Buttercup, Bubbles and Professor as filled with wonderful moments. But we didn't get that; in fact, the first two days back home were two of our busiest days on the job I can EVER remember. On Thursday, we had to rescue hundreds of people when some tanks full of chlorine exploded at a chemical plant. Right after that there was a bank robbery, and as soon as we dumped the idiots off at jail, we had to go across town to put out a huge fire that wiped out two city blocks. The thing seemed to have started out of nowhere, and just when it looked like we had it taken care of, flames sprouted up in another spot. When it was finally safe to let the fire department take over the cleanup, we headed for home. It was almost six and we were tired, filthy and hadn't eaten since breakfast. The minute we flew into our room, the hotline went off. I almost fried the stupid thing, I was so angry; but I answered it. It was Mayor, some monster attacking downtown, yadda yadda yadda. We were so fed up we were ready to rip whatever it was to shreds with our teeth when we got there. Bubbles surprised me with what she said.
"Hey, guys? It's almost like Him's been watching us all day in his crystal ball, waitin' until we're the most tired, to send that stupid monster out here!"
Before we could blink, the monster evaporated into nothingness and Him was floating there with that smile of his.
"Why, Girls! I underestimated you! You're getting smarter all the time! Well, don't worry, I'll be back soon with something you'll REALLY love!"
I had a sudden appetite for lobster. We were all over him, and I practically had one of his claws torn off while Buttercup and Bubbles were bashing his face in; when he managed to croak out a spell and escape. Furious, we flew straight home, but on the way there, I thought of something and started to smile.
"Girls?"
"What?!" they both snapped at me.
They were going to have their happy memories after all.
"When's the last time we saw this much action in one day?"
"Huh?" Bubbles said. "Maybe never!"
Buttercup saw me grinning at her, and she got it.
"Hey, we're the Powerpuff Girls! What the heck are we complaining about?!"
"Yeah, guys," I told them. "The only thing wrong with today is we didn't spend any time with Professor."
So, when we got home, we told him all about it.
I usually slept on the right, so I could be near the hotline. Those last two nights, I insisted on sleeping in the middle because I wanted to feel the presence of both of my sisters for as long as I could. Buttercup didn't complain. She relished the chance to grab the phone first.
Friday was just as busy, and the only thing wrong with it was the time just flew by too fast. Suddenly, I was facing my last night with my family, this time anyway, and maybe forever. I talked Professor into letting us stay up until ten, but that was it. When I woke up in the morning, I would be out of tomorrows.
Bubbles flew out of bed at the first ring of the alarm clock, eager for another busy day. I got up and dressed quickly; each moment was precious now. Buttercup moved much slower than normal, and seemed preoccupied with something. Bubbles had already zipped downstairs, and I was about to, when Buttercup grabbed me by the shoulder, pulled me into the bathroom, and shut the door.
"What's the matter, Buttercup?" She looked like she had in the hospital, right after my 'prediction' about Fuzzy Lumkins proved to be true.
"Blossom, I-I-..." She gulped and swallowed. "I got a real bad feeling about today!"
Damn! She'd given no sign of this coming, why now? I pulled the bathroom door open and pointed out toward the morning sun coming in through our bedroom windows.
"Buttercup, look at it out there! It's Saturday, we just had two of our busiest days ever so I'm sure today'll be quiet, we can spend the whole day with Professor! What's the problem?"
She narrowed her eyes. "I didn't forget that stuff you said in the hospital. I know what today is!"
"Well, I don't!" I laughed. "Well, it's Saturday, of course. Look, Buttercup, you know I got sick and was talking nonsense. I don't even remember most of it. Now, get dressed and let's go eat!"
She didn't move. "I hope we don't hafta go out today, that's all." she said in a small voice I'd never heard from her before.
"Well, I'll tell ya what, if we do, you stay home and me and Bubbles will take care of it."
"No!" she screamed, and hugged me tight. "I'm not lettin' you out of my sight!"
Her hot tears ran down the side of my face.
"Promise me you'll be careful today! Promise me!"
I dammed my tears up; afraid they would burst any second. Oh, God, the torture was never going to stop! In a few hours, she would look back on this scene and it would haunt her for the rest of her life.
I pushed her away. "Buttercup, were you in the lab last night when nobody was looking?"
"Huh? Why?"
"Because now you're the one who's talking crazy. We better have Professor look at you."
"No! There's nothing wrong with me!"
"Then stop it, right now!" I commanded. I hated myself at that moment, Dear Diary, for the lie I was about to tell. I was afraid she would hate me for it after I was gone. "Nothing is going to happen today! Now, I'm hungry, so I'll see you downstairs."
I flew down to the basement and locked myself in the powder room, to let it all out in private.
