Polska- Alright, I promised to make a sequel to 'Nobody's Home' and here it is! Please RR, and flames are accepted, as long as you don't get nasty with them.

Bubbles- Poor Buttercup.

Polska- Yeah…poor Buttercup…whatever…

Blossom- Ahem…

Polska- Wha…? Oh yeah! Boomer dearie!

Boomer –mutters- Don't call me dearie…

Polska- What you say to me?

Boomer-sweetly- Oh nothing. –ahem- Polska does not own the Rowdyruff Boys or the Powerpuff girls.

Polska- Good job. Here's a cookie. –tosses cookie-

-Boomer happily munches on cookie-

Brick- So…on with the story!

Buttercup- (…)

Butch- I thought Buttercup isn't here?

Buttercup- (…)

Polska- She isn't…anyway…just go on and read, losers!

Buttercup- (…)


Bubbles stared sadly out of the window in her bedroom. Her cheeks were stained, as though she had been crying, which she had been. Why was Buttercup so bad? But maybe it wasn't her fault. There had to be one bad girl in the Powerpuff Girls, so why not Buttercup?

'I guess that the Professor doesn't really understand that,' she thought to herself.

She sighed, and twirled a lock of golden hair around her mitten like hand. It was so quiet without Buttercup. Blossom was always reading, or helping the Professor in his lab. She missed the ruckus between her two siblings. Standing up, she knew what she had to do. She had to get Buttercup back.

And speaking of Buttercup; the green puff was still sitting on the beach, staring out at the ocean with wide eyes. She was still shocked about the kiss, and was touching her lips gently.

"What happened there?" she asked herself.

Tears glided down her cheeks as she thought of how she had knocked him away, but really, all he wanted to do was express his feelings. Sighing, she stood up, and wiped tears away before she walked slowly towards the sidewalk. Maybe the Professor would change his mind…maybe he would take her back. She doubted it completely though. But still…there was a small chance.

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Middle-aged Professor Utonium reached shaking hands over to one of his latest inventions. The reason why he was shaking, was because he missed his punky daughter. The one who only wore black and green. The only one who actually made the house loud. Without her, then it was extremely dull. Blossom and Bubbles didn't fight like Blossom and Buttercup did.

"Professor are you okay?" came a voice from the top of the stairs. Professor Utonium stood up in shock, and a loud crrrkk came from his back.

"Ouch!"

A familiar redheaded super-girl floated down the stairs and saw the Professor holding his back. She flew over quickly and stared at him in concern.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes don't worry about it. Why are you here?" he asked her.

Blossom sighed and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her pink Capri pants.

"I just came to ask you something," she replied quietly. Professor Utonium lowered his eyebrows. He knew what she was going to ask. He braced himself for the question…

"Are you sure you made the right choice of kicking her out?"

Letting out a long sigh, Professor Utonium sat himself down on the rolling chair and leaned one elbow on the table next to him.

"That's what I've been wondering too, Blossom dear," he answered.

"Well since there are three of us, there has to be a different personality for each of us. It's only normal that Buttercup has the attitude of a punk," Blossom replied.

"I realize that now," he answered.

Blossom shook her head.

"Well, whatever Professor. Tell me if you change your mind," she said and flew upstairs, before the Professor could say anything else.

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Hands fluttering towards the baby blue bandana on her head, Bubbles took a deep breath and zipped out the window. She was scared to know what Buttercup was going to say when she saw her. What would she do?

Scanning the grounds for any sign of her sister, Bubbles' bottom lip quivered when she saw no one that looked like Buttercup. But something else caught her eye. She flew down and landed on the cement and stared in shock at the sigh ahead of her. Then she knew that Buttercup had been there. Right in front of her was a dented dumpster and muddy tracks.

"She must have been mad," Bubbles mumbled to herself. Following the tracks, she was led to the beach. But something stopped her. She bumped into someone, and was knocked down, the other person as well.

"Oh sorry," she muttered and when she looked up, she gasped, as did the other person.

"Buttercup/Bubbles?" they cried in unison. The raven-haired girl, who Bubbles claimed to be Buttercup, dropped her jaw and stared at her sister. Bubbles let out a cry and ran forward, embracing her sister in a tight hug.

"Ouch! Bubbles! You're-killing me!" Buttercup gasped out. Bubbles let go of her sister and stared her in they eye, tears forming.

"I've come to take you home," she replied definitely.

Buttercup took a step back in horror, and shook her head frantically.

"I've thought about that, and no. The Professor doesn't want me back," Buttercup replied, her eyes watering with sadness. Bubbles couldn't stand to see her sister so sad. Buttercup's clothes were ripped and torn; her black pants had ripped holes here and there, and her green tank top was extremely dirty. Her dark green sneakers looked as though they had been pulled out of a dumpster.

"You've only been gone three days! How can you look that bad?" Bubbles cried. Buttercup shook her head.

"I'm not coming Bubbles. He doesn't want me back."

"Yes he does! And so does Blossom!"

At this, Buttercup looked up and rubbed her shoulders.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Buttercup closed her eyes and let a single tear fall down her face. She thought about that for a moment. Maybe Blossom really did want her back. She actually missed fighting with her sister. It was just no fun not fighting with her every day.

"Okay, fine I'll come," she whispered.

Bubbles smiled, her eyes brimming with more tears.

"You have no idea how much this means to me," she answered, untying the white sweater tied around her waist and draped it over Buttercup's shoulders, leading her back to the Utonium residence.

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At the Ronalds residence, Butch was staring out the window, holding his chin in his hands. Brick was sitting beside him, reading a book on war tactics, while Boomer was sitting at the table, sketching. Out of the blue, Brick set his book down, and asked the most off-topic question ever.

"Do you miss Buttercup?"

Butch was taken aback by the question. Of course he missed Buttercup. Why shouldn't he? And there was no reason why his brothers should make fun of them for that. Boomer set his pencil down and floated over to her brothers, listening in on their conversation.

"Of course I miss her. You all miss her too," he pointed out. Brick rolled his eyes.

"No, stupid. You know what I mean."

Butch sighed. Sometimes he wished that his brother wasn't so smart.

"Yes I do. A lot," he answered. Brick leaned back in satisfaction and stared at Boomer, who smirked at Butch, clapping him on the back.

"Where did you go last night?" he asked him.

Butch glared at Boomer.

"I went to the beach," he replied plainly. Boomer and Brick exchanged glances.

"And did what?"

Butch bit his lip.

"Fine! I went to the beach, I found Buttercup, and I kissed her! I KISSED HER! Now you know!" he yelled, and zipped up to his room. Brick sat there speechless.

"H-he kissed her? Whoa." Brick shook his head and leaned back, totally shocked. Boomer nodded.

"I know what you mean."

Blossom's☺☺☺POV

I love her. Just not in that way. I love her like a father loves a daughter. Like a mother loves a son. She may have been rough around the edges, but she was just being herself. Buttercup. The punk.

"I wish she would come home," I whispered to myself.

It wasn't fun if she wasn't there to fight with me. It was too quiet. Even the usually loud explosions from the Professor's lab were growing quieter. Bubbles didn't cry anymore, and when she did, it was silent.

Not even Brick could change anything. He couldn't make me feel any better. I guess I'll just have to wait.

Normal☺☺☺POV

They were one block away from their home. Finally, they reached it. Buttercup gulped before she walked up to the door.

"Here goes nothing," she muttered and took a deep breath. Bubbles opened it, and walked with Buttercup inside. The Professor was sitting on the couch, next to Blossom. They looked up in surprise when the door opened, but tears formed in their eyes when they saw Buttercup. Buttercup took a deep breath and announced,

"I'm home."

Polska- Thank you, thank you! I finally post the sequel, and tomorrow, the sequel to My Immortal will be out!


Brick- Finally.

Polska- I know.

Buttercup- I'M HOME!

Bubbles- WHEE!

Polska- Joy…

Butch- Ok, so review people!

Polska- Thank you Butch.

Boomer- Arrivederci!

Polska- Since when can you speak Italian?

Boomer- That was Italian? –surprised-

Polska-slaps forehead- anyway, review!