Author's Notes: Second chapter has arrived! I hope you like it. I got three reviews last time. Maybe I'll get more. On with the fic.

Chapter 2: There and back again

Somewei

Blossom sighed heavily as she set her belongings in her new dormitory. She knew that this was going to be a long year, and by the looks of it, hard. When she first entered the school, the teachers didn't look really pleasant. To be quit honest, Blossom felt like turning back now and going home to Townsville. At least there, none of the teachers looked ready to bite the students' heads off for even looking in their direction.

Oh well, I'll make due, Blossom thought to herself as she looked around the dorm, glumly. It was already occupied (she had been warned about this) and the occupant, just from the directions, didn't look exactly pleasant. This made Blossom even more nervous. Imagine that, her, a superhero, afraid of someone she never met! HIM would have loved to pick her apart with this new found fear.

"Who are you?" snapped a voice behind her. She jumped, startled, and turned around. Behind her, she found a girl who looked like one of the punkers at her school. Her long dark brown was streaked with purple and her attire looked like it only had black. Blossom gulped as she eyed the various piercings in the girls ears and her right eyebrow. Dear God, someone help her...

"Um, Blossom Utonium," She stuttered, unsure of herself. "I'm here for the one-year writer's course."

The punker female cocked an eyebrow as she examined Blossom from head to toe. "You look young to be a Stanford student. You still look like you could be in high school."

Blossom looked at her smiled weakly. This girl looked like she could rip Blossom's head off if she got on her bad side. "Well, I am still in high school."

The female smirked and shook her head as she sat down on one of the desk chairs. "Chill Red, I'm not going hurt you. I'm Jackie." . Jackie extended her hand and expected Blossom to shake her hand. Blossom's politeness kicked in and immediately shook Jackie's hand. "You're look like some Miss Prim and Proper or a teacher's pet."

"To be quite honest with you, I sort of am a teacher's pet, but I don't want to be anymore," Blossom responded quietly, looking down at the floor as if embarrassed.. Jackie smiled once she heard the young redhead's answer.

"It seems that you're only doing this for daddy's sake. Do ya got any sisters?" Jackie asked. Blossom nodded her head and held up two fingers."Two? Well, out of both of them do they dress any way they want? You know, baggy pants? Mini skirts? Whatever they prefer?"

Blossom looked into Jackie's face and instantly thought of Buttercup. Buttercup did dress any way she wanted even if the Professor told her he didn't like it. She nodded. "Yeah, my sister Buttercup."

"Really?" Jackie cocked an eyebrow. What the hell kind of names were 'Blossom' and 'Buttercup'? God the kid's parents must have been hardcore hippies when they decided to name their kids. "Well, then if she can, why can't you? I mean, if you already have one sister dressing up like a prissy cheerleader than you should be okay to dress any way you want."

"Yeah, I suppose you are right," Blossom commented as she tossed the thought back and forth in her head. Jackie smirked as she noticed that Blossom finally registered the thought and actually liked it. "But I'm going to need help."

"I think I can help you, but what kind of person do you want to be?" Jackie asked. Blossom smirked as she looked at the female punker.

"Well, you know, I kind of like Avril Lavigne's look," Blossom said quiety. Jackie cocked an eyebrow as she looked at Blossom puzzled. "You know, baggy pants, tank tops, skater shoes?"

Realization dawned upon the punker chick and she nodded, with a smile, "Yeah, I think I can help you, but first, Red, we got to start with your clothes and from what it looks like, you're goin' to need a major makeover." Blossom smiled.

Buttercup sighed heavily as she looked at the various choices of cereal the next morning. She was having a difficult time. Normally she would argue with Blossom about eating healthy cereal and Buttercup would choose a sugar cereal just to aggravate her redheaded sister. As she looked from Special K cereal to French Toast Crunch, the doorbell rang. She rolled her eyes as she walked over to get the door. She opened it and found the Rowdyruff Boys at her door.

"Did Bubbles tell you that -" Boomer said.

"Yeah she told me, she's given you a lift to school, huh? Come in and sit on the table, Bubbles is getting the mail," Buttercup said as she lead the boys to the kitchen, not really caring if she sounded rude to them at all. The three teenage boys sat down and watched as Buttercup went back to choosing her cereal.

"Buttercup!" Came a shrieked from the living. The raven-haired teenager jerked her head toward the direction and waited for a 'help' to come, but instead found a crying Bubbles at the door.

"What's wrong?" The green puff moaned not particularly in the mood to deal with her blonde sister's hysterical emotions at that moment. Bubbles walked over to her sister and collapsed into her arms, wailing.

"It's Bobby!" She cried. "He's dumped me!"

"'Bout time. I never liked him," Buttercup muttered under her breath as her sister continued to cry.

"He was shopping at the market for groceries and he met this other blonde and asked her out. They've going out for some time and forgot all about me! He just remembered me a couple days ago and mailed this letter saying that it's over! BUTTERCUP, HE'S A PLAYER!" Bubbles shouted emotionally.

"And you just realized that," Buttercup muttered bluntly. Bubbles looked at her sister wide eyed and broke out in tears again.

"You're no help! I wish Blossom was here! Why did she have to go to Stanford!" She wailed.

"Look BB, I know you miss her, so do I, but will you quit crying on my jersey! You're messing it up!" Buttercup stated irritably. The three Rowdyruff Boys sat there watching. Brick and Butch watched amused with smirked plastered on their faces whereas Boomer watched with a sympathetic look.

"Why is she crying now?" asked a voice at the kitchen entrance.

"That gay, idiotic boyfriend of hers finally dumped her," Buttercup stated smoothly as she turned her gaze to Falcon and Heaven.

"'Bout time," Heaven said unexpectedly. "I never really liked him and neither did Blossom."

"Exact same thing I said," Buttercup said as she peeled Bubbles off of her. "Come on guys, let's go while Miss Crying sits here crying her heart out. Bubbles, don't forget that you have the boys here to take to school too." All three teenage girls exited the room and went outside.

Blossom entered class following Jackie. Lucky for her, Jackie was taking the same class as Blossom. In fact, Jackie was taking two-year course. This was her last year here at Stanford. They sat down near the back, confusing Blossom.

"Why are we in the back? Shouldn't we be up in front?" Blossom asked puzzled. Jackie looked at her as if she was crazy.

"You gotta be kidding, old Professor Simon is frickin' scary. Not even the smartest people are that stupid to sit near the front. You honestly feel like you're in a law class that's how scary she is," Jackie said. Blossom nodded in understanding. "Be sure to be on her good side otherwise she'll give you more homework if you slack off and that make take time off to your 'transformation.'"

"Okay," Blossom said. One-by-one students filed in and took seats. Most of them frantically scrambling to the back seats. The late ones unfortunately had to take the front seats. Just as the last of the students sat down, the doors banged open, startling the students, and Professor Jane Simon entered the classroom.

"Well, it seems we have fresh blood in our class so shall we get going? Mouths closed and open your books to page 56 of Strunk and Whites, Elements of Style," ordered Simon. The students didn't bother closing their mouths because they were already closed, but they opened their books and waited for further instructions.

"I swear she's been reading Harry Potter too much. Have you ever read the fifth book?" Jackie whispered. Blossom pretended to pay attention to Simon, but nodded yes to Jackie's question. "Yeah, well, she's like that bitchy character, Professor Umbridge. I think she thinks that she's in Harry Potter."

"Excuse me, but is there something interesting back there that you have to talk during my lesson?" snapped Simon once she noticed Blossom and Jackie talking. Both girls immediately shook their heads. The college professor glared at them and turned her back to them. Both girl's sighed in relief. "By the way, that's an extra essay on top of the regular essay. I'm pretty sure that Miss Jackie will explain to you what it is, Miss Utonium."

Jackie groaned as she flopped her head on her desk for the rest of the class time. Simon finally let the students go and Jackie and Blossom walked out of the classroom quietly.

"See, I told you she was mean," Jackie muttered angrily once they were in their dorms. Blossom watched as Jackie pace the room. She smiled slightly as she listened Jackie curse underneath her breath. She could've sworn that Jackie could be a human version of Buttercup.

"This planet is pathetic. Trash and fumes all over the place," muttered a female angrily as she walked along the dark streets of New York at midnight. She rolled her eyes as she entered a small drug store.

"Hello, how can I help you?" asked the young male storeowner. The female smiled as she looked at the male.

"Yes, you can as a matter of fact, you can. Do you know these people?" the female said as she showed the man a picture of six five-year-old children.

"Gosh, they look exactly like 'em Powerpuffs and Rowdyruffs when they were younger," the man stated as he examined the picture.

"Good, can you tell me where they live?" the female said.

"Well, they live a ways off. In Townsville, California , I think," the male asked.

"Excellent," murmured the female happily as an eerie smirked grew on her face.

One year later

"Hey Buttercup, what's up?" asked Mitch Mitchellson as Buttercup approached her group of friends. Buttercup smirked as she noticed Falcon, Mitch, Haylie and Heaven watch her approach. Heaven had defiantly changed over these six month and become a full-fledge member of Buttercup's group. Buttercup and Falcon were proud that Heaven had switched over to the 'light side.'

Now Blossom is all that's left, Buttercup thought satisfied as she greeted her friends.

"Ready to go to the arcade?" Haylie asked. The others in the group nodded in agreement as they jumped from the brick wall of their school and walked off towards the town's local arcade. The group walked and talked about funny incidents on how Molly Beware slipped up in PE or how Daniel croaked in math class. Once they reached the arcade, the group split up, all except for Buttercup, Falcon and Heaven.

"Why'd you pull us to the side?" Falcon asked.

"Cause, Bubbles, dad, mom and I are going camping and so is the Bellum family and I don't want to be stuck up in the mountains with the Rowdyruff Boys and Bubbles and her giggling hyenas for friends all this weekend," Buttercup began to explain.

"And you're telling us this 'cause..." Heaven said sarcastically as she cocked an eyebrow. Buttercup sighed heavily as she rolled her eyes.

"Let me finish. Anyway, I asked my dad if I could take a couple of friends with me and he said yes so I decided to invite you guys," Buttercup finished.

"Are we doing anything this weekend?" Falcon asked her younger sister. Heaven shrugged carelessly as she looked at Falcon.

"Not that I know of. If we don't then I'm going," Heaven responded.

"Okay, I'm in," Falcon agreed.

"Cool," Buttercup said as smiled danced upon her lips.

I was back in the cave, with the dragon. I just stared at it and it stared back at me. Somehow I knew that it wasn't going to hurt me, but I couldn't help but wonder what its purpose was in my dreams. Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to succumb to the darkness surrounding me. As I did, I could feel the harsh texture of Ivy vines snaking around my body...

Stanford Dorm #234
4:54 AM
Thursday

Blossom woke up startled. She shook her head as she tried shaking the memory of the dream out of her head. She sighed heavily as she looked to the side of her and noticed Jackie sleeping peacefully. Blossom laid back down onto her pillow and closed her eyes. It was that same dream that she had six months ago, only it was slightly different than last time. She curled up and fell back asleep.

Moon Crest Forest
7:00 PM
Saturday

"My God, this has got to be the most boring day ever," Buttercup muttered bitterly as she stared into the fire. Beside her, Heaven and Falcon looked bored too. Bubbles on the other hand didn't; she was too busy telling ghost stories to Kelly and Torrance to be bored. And the Rowdyruff Boys weren't bored, rather annoyed because they're girlfriends wouldn't quit complaining about the insects.

"Actually, BC, we've had worst," said a voice from the brush. they stop doing what they were doing and looked toward the direction of the voice. A 17-year-old girl walked out of the brush and smirked at Buttercup. Buttercup examined her from head to toe. The girl wore huge loop earrings, but they were slightly covered by the teenager's shoulder-length haircut. She wore slightly loose jeans and a dark pink tank top that showed some of her stomach, and she also wore black Vans shoes.

"Who are you?" Buttercup demanded. The teenager smirked as she shook her head.

"My God, you don't even recognize your own sister?" the female said sarcastically with a huge grin. Buttercup's and Bubbles' eyes widen and they smiled.

"BLOSSOM!" both shouted in unison. They ran toward her and tackled her with hugs. Blossom laughed and returned their hugs. As she listened to her family welcome her home, one thought occupied her mind and it was that she was glad she was home.

Author's Notes:

Well, that's it. I'd rather not talk today seeing how I'm in hurry so if ya have any questions, tell me...NO FLAMES! Thank you.

Somewei

"If you can imagine it you can achieve it. If you can dream it, you can become it."

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