A/N) Au story plot, no powers, girls are important though. Once again wrote somehting from a Ruff's POV. Boomer, it's slice of life, fluff, no action, warnings though, mentions of past child abuse, very mild though, like one sentence and - well - maybe this will turn into a three shot . . .

Oh who am I kidding, I'm already thinking about the next part.

"You are an idiot – like, a complete and total idiot, Boomer."

A blond boy with eyes too big for his face and golden bangs too long for his eyes mutters under his breathe in irritated hurt. Brick was always calling him things like dumb and idiot – even Butch did, and Butch was about as dumb as he was most of the time.

It's not fair, they didn't get him is all – he was plenty smart, he could cook – Butch can attest to that . . .so he nearly burned their hideout that one time but – it said to put the oven on the highest temp. . . he just forgot it in the oven is all.

But he could draw too, the corner of the hideout they've holed themselves away in stupid Townsville's backwoods was covered in his graffiti, multiple colors and slogans – so he should have asked Brick about the spelling of some of them but – still…

And he could sing! He could, even if Butch said he sounded like a dying cat. . .

Oh, who was he kidding.

He was dumb. A small stupid dumb blond without any special talents – and – and . . . he's not going to cry. Only sissy's cry. So he would never.

Boomer stands in a clearing, struggling to not cry out of self-pity when he hears the prettiest sound he's ever heard in his life.

A soft twinkling sound like – like bells rung by angles or something sparkly like that, that he would never repeat out loud to his brothers. He follows it as if he's in a trance . . .

Then he sees it. Like a golden angle sitting in the clearing of trees, multiple forms of wild life surrounding her, birds and squirrels, rabbits and even a skunk. The wind ruffles her soft hair that glitters like it's spun out of Gold – light and shimmering thin like fairy floss.

And she's singing to the animals, which sit on and around her, as enraptured as he feels by her stunning drawing beauty. Boomer stares agog he slowly climbs up a nearby tree to see better, to find out who, or what, this was. He rests against an overhanging bough and leans into it, trying to catch more of that beautiful sound – it's the best thing he's heard in his entire miserable orphan life and . . .

It's ruined when the branch cracks and the angel startles as he yelps and falls out of the tree, crashing into the bushes below, the birds let out sharp chirps and flutter away as the other animals' scatter.

Aw . . . why do I always mess everything up? He grumbles to himself as he struggles to pull his oversized blue knit sweater sleeve out of the catching branches. Great, like this thing didn't have enough holes in it already.

"Hello? Who are you?" That voice – it was directed at him.

Boomer's heart speeds up and he can't do anything to stop it as he freezes in the bush he's stuck in. The angel floats closer and peers in at him with the widest, clearest, sky blue eyes he's ever seen in his life – they sparkle in the sun and he can nearly see himself in them, her face tilts at him and the white dress she has on swishes like clouds, making her glow against the sun, it falls around her knees, one had a blue band aid across it.

"I – I – I um – I'm – I'm dumber – er - Bummer – Bo – Boomer!" He yanks himself out in a last desperate attempt to escape the grabbing branches. "Hi – "He huffs, breathless as his bangs fluff out and he juts a hand towards her, it's dirty – he winces – but she reaches out and take it slowly.

"Hi Boomer."

He lets out a sharp breath and stares, face wide and open. She was – she was gorgeous up close. He's not worthy to even be near her forget touch her –

She must notice his awe because a cute baby pink dusts her soft looking pale cheeks. "My name is Bubbles. Where did you come from?" Then she gasps before he can answer covering her soft pink mouth. "Are you a forest pixie? Are you here to grant me a wish?"

"Uuuuuh. . . ?" He just stands there dumbly – man, Brick was right. He was a total idiot. "No?" He's not sure if that's the right answer.

"Oh." She seems to deflate for a second before beaming right at him so suddenly his brain fizzles for a moment. "Well, at any rate you can still be my new friend!"

"New fri – "

"Let's go into town! I want to get some ice cream! What's your favorite flavor? Mine is blueberry vanilla swirl, ooh, do you like sprinkles? I love sprinkles – " And she's grabbed his hands and is dragging him off down the forest path and into Townsville where he's pretty sure he's not supposed to go without Brick to tell him what to do but –

She's talking and he only wants to listen so he lets her lead him like a puppy on a leash.

"Do you like it?" Bubbles smiles, face lighting up as Boomer tastes a small spoon from her cup.

"Mhm – "He nods in agreement and takes another scoop.

People were different in Townsville then he imagined – Brick always said they were mean nasty people that would hurt them and separate them if they ever found out about them.

"So – where do you come from anyway Boomer?" Bubbles asks as she takes her own scoop of ice cream and looks at him with thoughtful eyes.

"I - um –me and my brothers just. . ." He doesn't know what to tell her, nobody ever asked him that question before.

"Brothers? You have brothers? How many?" She doesn't seem to grab onto the fact that he's stumbling over his words.

"Oh yeah, two, Brick and Butch, they're – they're the only family I've got and – "

"Oh." She suddenly looks sad, "Don't you have any mom or dad?"

He doesn't know what makes him tell her especially since Brick had drilled it into his head to trust no one and nothing because the world was a nasty place that would only harm them. Boomer looks at the golden angel in front of him. She didn't look like she could harm a fly. Someone as pure and soft as her couldn't hurt him. . .

"No – we were . . .um – left behind by our father. Foster care, we got adopted but the parents were abusive and nearly killed Butch by beating him so – so Brick got us out."

Bubbles eyes glitter with something shiny and wet. "How old are you Boomer?"

"Four – fourteen?" He's pretty sure, Brick said they were around that age. And something called Puberty was proving it Brick said, Butch looks hairier than before after all.

"Oh – you poor thing. Nobody should be alone without a daddy or mommy at this age." She sniffles and Boomer suddenly feels this crushing feeling in his chest like he's hurt her and it's hurting him.

"No – no don't cry Bubbles I – it's ok, see!" He stands out from under the umbrella table they were seated at outside her favorite ice cream parlor, he motions to himself. "Look! I'm perfectly fine. Nothing's wrong, we're – we're fine."

She wipes at her eyes and gives him a small watery smile.

Aw – he really was an idiot. How could he make her cry and he only met her a few hours ago?

"Ok Boomer. If that's what you say." She reaches for his hand as he slides back into his seat across from her, she tugs at one of her low ponytails, twirling the golden strands around her finger. "Maybe – um – maybe if you want, I could help you?"

Boomer panics. Brick said people would harm them in the name of 'helping', he shouldn't ever accept it, "Maybe some other time." He doesn't want to hurt her feeling again.

Her thin shoulders droop for a moment. But she lifts her face up and smiles bravely at him.

Stupid, stupid – you hurt her feeling again. Why? Why was he such an idiot? Why couldn't he be smart like Brick, or strong like Butch or something? He wants to hit himself.

"Don't do that!" Bubbles gasps and Boomer startles as she grabs his hand after he smacks himself. "You'll hurt yourself."

Oh – um – ok then. "It's ok." He mutters unable to look at her wide clear stunning blue eyes.

"No it's not, you shouldn't hurt yourself Boomer." Then she gives him a smile brighter than the sun. "It would make me sad if my new friend had bruises."

New . . . friend?

"You really are an angel." He blurts, hiccups and smacks his hands over his mouth in embarrassed shock.

Bubbles stares at him in surprise too then her nose wrinkles in the most adorable way and she giggles, it suits her name and makes him feel like he's floating as she laughs. It's a sweet laugh meant to express joy at no one's expense.

He wants to keep it in a spot next to his heart forever.

"Thanks, but I bet my sisters would disagree." She giggles again.

"Well they must be dumb." He says sullenly, who wouldn't think she was an Angel? A gold angel. Only someone really blind wouldn't think so.

"Thanks Boomer, you're sweet."

His heart does a funny sideways hop and she smiles again.

"Let's go to my favorite park next!" And she jumps up taking his hand in hers and laughs as she floats in front of him and waves at someone she might or might not know, pets a dog and blows a kiss to a small girl that grins a toothless smile at her as they cross the street.

Boomer lets her lead him wherever she wants and he enjoys every moment of it.

"Where the hell have you been?" Brick snaps as Boomer all but floats back into their dingy cabin.

"Heaven." The blond boy sighs and Butch lets out a snort from somewhere in the cabin. Boomer ignores him and Brick's raised eyebrow, he's waiting for Boomer to elaborate.

Boomer doesn't feel like it. He shrugs and heads towards the only empty room they use for supplies and closes the door, he likes to go in there sometimes when he wants to be alone. He pulls up his sleeping bag and settles in the corner as he leans back and remembers everything he possibly can about the angel he's met today.

His heart flutters and fills up with something he doesn't understand and spill over into his belly and toes.

"See you later, Boomer."

"Wait – really?"

"Of course, I told you, you're my new best friend!"

"You really want to see me again?"

"Yeah – why not? Don't you want to see me?"

"Um – y-yeah, yeah for sure!"

A sweet giggle. "Then lets' meet at the spot we met today, see you tomorrow."

And Boomer knows he can't wait.

"What's with the dumb blond?"

"Shut up Butch."

Boomer sighs and turns over ready to dream of a Golden Angel.

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