I don't own PPG, tho I wish I did…don't we all?
Butch watched in horror the blond haired princess flew backwards, about to hit the tress, hard. Everything seemed to happen so fast. The monster gave one last roar, a roar that seemed to echo through the very heavens but fell deaf on Butch's ears, and fell backward into a snow-covered hill. The crash sent snow spraying many feet in the air. He saw a blue speck on the monster's shoulder, which was assumed to be Boomer, leap just as the monster roared. Boomer attempted to catch Bubbles. Blue speck rocketed toward other blue speck but all was covered in the white spray of snow. Whether Boomer's attempt had failed or succeeded was left a mystery.
All Brick could do was stand there in a dumfounded trance. Awaiting for the wall of snow that impaired his vision to pass. Every second that slipped by seemed to be a hour. Waiting the verdict on his brother's and the princess' fate seemed to take an eternity.
And then at last the snowy curtain faded and all was clear. Brick gritted his teeth and ran toward the site where he assumed his friends had landed. All was white. The color blue were no where to be found. Brick turned full-circle. Scanning the area hoping they were still alive. In a last attempt he called out.
"Bubbles! Boomer!" he shouted, forgetting formality
Silence.
Panic seized Brick. Could they be...? No! Brick quickly erased the thought from his mind. They were alive. He knew they were. He tried again and waited.
"Brick. Butch"
A smile broke on both the boy's faces and he turned round to face the voice. And then the smile faded almost as quickly as it had come.
There stood Boomer. His eyes were tired and sullen and his air was disarrayed. In his arms he cradled Bubbles' body. She was badly bruised. Brick looked from Boomer to Bubbles. Boomer seemed very weak. Still tired from attacking that monster. It looked as though he was too weak to support Bubbles' weight.
"I'll take her." Butch offered, intending to relieve Boomer of his burden, honestly concerned about both of them.
"No, she's fine. We need to get her back immediately."
Butch nodded and the three turned and began to make their way back to the castle. Once they reached the entrance, Butch looked to see if Boomer was changing his mind at all about holding Bubbles. But he was meet with a look of determination and said nothing.
"Bubbles! Oh my God!" a feminine voice screamed out.
The three boys turned to see a worried Blossom followed by an angry Buttercup. Behind them, they saw King John and their mother and father, plus several servants running out.
Blossom ran up, tears streaming down her eyes. "What happened?" she asked, staring at her unconscious younger sister.
The boys exchanged looks. "She was hit by a monster." Brick finally told her, feeling bad for the look on her face.
"What was she doing near a monster?" Blossom asked, taking her sister from Boomer. She laid her down and smoothed her hair, cooing words to her as tears fell down her face onto the blonde's.
"What the hell happened!" Buttercup screeched, eyes flaring up at the boys, who honestly looked a little scared.
But before Buttercup could say anything, King John, King Edward, Queen Sarah and the servants arrived. King John bent down to his oldest daughter and picked up his youngest and cradled her. "We need to get her inside."
They all nodded and they followed. Once inside, John set Bubbles' sleeping form onto a bed. Bubbles shuddered then was silent. John had a faint trace of a frown on his face.
"Vicky, please get me a blanket."
The servant Vicky nodded and left.
The whole party watched her leave before Boomer collapsed into the nearest chair. His arms felt like Jell-O. After fighting against the snow beast's strength and carrying Bubbles he wanted nothing more then to let his arms rest. His brothers watched him and sighed. Blossom was still crying, but attempting to keep quiet. Buttercup was clenching and unclenching her fists, attempting to keep calm.
Vicky came back holding a blanket in her arms. She handed it to John, who spread the blanket over his daughter.
"What happened?" John asked worriedly
"Some demon thing in the park attacked us." Butch said bluntly.
John frowned, "Really?"
Boomer sighed and sat up as straight as he could manage. Blossom noticed and smiled down at him, realizing he needed some tea. Turning to a young servant, Blossom asked politely, "Wilma, would you be so kind as to make some tea?"
The young girl blinked and nodded. She walked the distance to the kitchen and took out the teakettle.
Boomer shot Blossom a grateful look and instantly sighed, brain a buzz with thoughts. That monster…Where had it come from? It had enough energy to break the earth's crush, but how then, was it so easy to defeat? Could it be from the Dark Kingdom? Could they have a greater and more powerful thing hidden? But why would the Dark Kingdom send such a weak monster? What was the purpose?
The screeching whistle of the teakettle interrupted Boomer's thoughts. A series of clangs sounded from the kitchen and Wilma appeared with a tray, upon it was a steaming teakettle of tea, along with a couple cups.
Boomer graciously accepted the cup offered and then let his vision drift to Bubbles. He'd assessed the damage done to her before and it wasn't too bad. Only a few bruises but nothing to worry about. All they could do was wait for her to wake up.
Blossom sat down next to Brick and let out a sigh. She smiled when Brick brought his arm around her shoulder and she leaned into him, feeling warm and a little better. Brick smiled down at her and leaned his head onto hers.
A little more calm, Buttercup sat down next to Butch, but she was still a little angry. But she felt more worry than anger for her younger sister. She clutched at her nightgown and tried to keep from crying. She felt Butch's hand cover hers, but she said nothing. Butch smirked at her, throwing a little party in his head for breaking through the hard shell of Princess Buttercup a little more.
King John sat next to his daughter, smoothing her hair away from her face, tea ignored on the table. 'Bubbles, please wake up…' he begged her.
King Edward and Queen Sarah embraced and stood, worrying about not only the young princess, but their youngest son. If something happened, they knew he would take blame for it, even though it isn't his fault.
After awhile, a servant came in and bowed. "King John, King Edward and Queen Sarah, you are needed in the control room."
Nodding, John let go of his daughter's hand and kissed her on the forehead. "Take care of her." he said to no one in particular, but all the teens nodded. John walked out, followed by King Edward and Queen Sarah
They sat in silence for a couple more hours, but Blossom was bursting with questions. Finally, she couldn't stop herself.
"What exactly happened?" she asked, voice wavering a little bit more than she would have wanted.
Sighing, the boys began to explain, though they were constantly interrupted with surprised gasps and even more questions. Brick was given the difficult task of explaining to her how Bubbles was hurt and consoling her at the same time. Blossom sprang to her feet and murmured something about them needing more tea. She walked over to the tea kettle and shook it. "Oh, it's all out." She took it and walked out, closing the door behind her. She didn't want more tea; she just didn't want them to see her cry. Brick signaled to the others to avert their eyes and they all stared thoughtfully at their reflections in the teacup. When at last Blossom had cried her eyes out she returned with the teapot and sat down next to Brick again. No one commented on her red, puffy eyes.
"There is still one thing I don't quite understand," Blossom said after seating getting comfy, "You said the monster was really powerful but it sounds like the fight didn't last long."
Butch nodded and looked at Boomer, "Yeah! I only used attacked once and he went down like a ton of bricks!"
"It's because that was a weakling." Brick cleared up.
Butch turned on Brick, "What do you mean it was a weakling?"
"Someone was obviously testing us. The monster itself was considerably weak, Boomer could have handled it on his own."
Butch blinked and looked back at Boomer who had suddenly found the pattern on his tea cup to be quite interesting indeed. Butch then turned back to Brick and opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Buttercup.
"But that doesn't explain why Bubbles had to get hurt!" Buttercup cried out, shoulders shaking. .
They all turned to her and Blossom was little shocked by her sister's shaking shoulders. 'She couldn't be…Could she?" Getting up, she walked over to her sister and enveloped her in her arms. Buttercup sobbed loudly as Blossom rubbed her back, muttering words to her.
Trying to get attention away from the sobbing Buttercup, Butch spoke up. "But who could have sent it?"
"It could have been the Dark Kingdom, but I'm not too sure."
Blossom looked up from soothing the slowly quieting Buttercup and turned to Brick with worry etched on her face, "But then who could be doing it?"
Silence met Blossom's query.
Boomer chose this time to speak, "Whoever is doing it is extremely powerful. It would be wise to be on our guard."
"Wow! This sucks, don't it?"
Everyone's attention turned to Bubbles. She was sitting on the couch with a very huge grin on her face.
"Bubbles!" They all chorused and all of them rushed to her side. Blossom was the first to greet her sister with a hug.
"Bubbles, you're all right! You are, aren't you? How do you feel?"
"I'm fine, Blossom! Never better!" Bubbles assured her.
"Are you sure? They told me what happened. What about this bruise-"
"I'm fine!" Bubbles persisted.
"But-"
Brick slightly pulled Blossom away from Bubbles, "She's fine."
"But-"
This was hopeless.
Boomer examined the bruise on Bubbles' cheek and smiled warmly, "You're feeling well?"
"Yep! As good as new!" To prove her point she stood up and danced around the room.
Boomer laughed, "Good." He looked over at Brick who was desperately trying to ebb some of Blossom's concern. "Look, she's fine."
"But-"
"Boomer just said she was fine."
"But-"
"Blossom, why don't you go get dressed." Boomer suggested.
Blossom looked down at her nightgown, blushed deep red and grabbed Buttercup's hand. "We'll be out in a minute!" She bolted upstairs, dragging a red faced Buttercup behind her
Brick turned to Bubbles, "Is she always that fast?"
Bubbles smiled, "When she wants to be."
Brick nodded, listening to the doors slamming shut upstairs. "Oh…"
A few moments later, Blossom came down the stairs, dressed completely in a simple red dress and her hair in the usual bow. "I'm good…" she smiled, hugging her sister.
"Bloss, you're killing me!" Bubbles gasped at the tightness of the hug.
It took all three boys to get her off the poor blond. Watching her breathing hard, Blossom laughed nervously. "My bad…"
"Nice one, Bloss. Nice." a dressed Buttercup came down the stairs in a simple green dress. She stopped at her sister, and without saying words, enveloped her in a hug. Blossom watched, smiling at her two sisters hugging.
Once they broke apart, there was an awkward silence until Bubbles finally spoke up. "Well, breakfast should be ready. Shall we?"
The others nodded as they followed, each in their own little worlds
Everything was frozen. The walls were covered in ice. Snow covered everything, as far as the eye could see was nothing but a pallid field of blankness. There seemed to be no end. Dark and cold was the room. Black gloom clashed with the snowy white, a dismal and sinister shadow hung over the place. No light at all was found in this place. All seemed dead, dead and very, very, cold.
A dim, faded, gleam flickered across the colorless room. It kept flickering, it was mirror. A single mirror, icicles hung off the mirrors silver frame. The strange thing about the mirror was that it's glass did not reflect the snowy world before it, but images of things beyond. In the mirror, clearly emulated was the very beast that had attacked Boomer, Bubbles, Brick and Butch mere moments before. In fact there was clearly reflected Brick dodging the monster's punches. Then it changed to Boomer on the monsters shoulder, stabbing it with his sword. He shouted something, but the mirror offered no sound. The mirror flickered and their was Butch sword out, screaming something and running at the beast. As he hit the monster fell back. The mirror flickered and their was Bubbles, eyes wide with fear as the loose arm came closer. The mirror flickered and zoomed in on her face, the look of fear captured in the mirror's glass.
A single, pale hand waved and the mirror froze. Bubbles stopped mid scream. The hand reached out and rested against the cold glass. It traced Bubbles' face, the hand ran it's fingers along the outline of Bubbles' chin. The owner of the hand admired her features, her turquoise eyes, wide and innocent, her beautiful blond hair, the color of the sun. Most of all the owner of the hand the wonderful rosy color of her skin. How spectacular it looked against his own. A breathtaking contrast to the bleak land before him. The hand withdrew and rested upon the arm of the throne before the mirror. A smile played upon the man's thin lips.
Oh no! Who could the man be! Why is he interested in Bubbles? What's going to happen? Please RR