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Chapter 4: Never Gonna Happen

"Buttercup? Are you feeling alright?" Bubbles asked her almost mummified sister.

Buttercup let out a weak voice and tried to move but winced instead.

"You'll be fine after a while," she assured her. "Professor injected you with some chemical X, so you should be fine."

Buttercup nodded in response but realized that it wasn't really a good idea. By what she could feel, a few of ribs were broken, her skull was fractured and she had a good amount of cuts here and there; otherwise she was fine –pun intended.

"Where's Blossom?" Buttercup managed to mutter.

"Helping Professor with the dinner," she informed her, "and speaking of dinner . . . I have yours right here."

Buttercup let out a slothful groan.

"Oh come on Buttercup," Bubbles said, waving the bowl of porridge around Buttercup's face. "You can't say no to dinner . . . you need it . . . come on now, sit up."

Without any more words or groans of protest, Buttercup sat up with Bubbles' help.

"Open wide!" Bubbles said as she brought a spoonful to her mouth. She opened her mouth and allowed the spoon to enter. "That's it . . . good girl!"

Buttercup chewed slowly and made a face. "I hate being sick," she said. "Sick people's food suck."

"You're not really sick; just uh . . . well, beaten up."

That didn't do much to lift Buttercup's spirits. She clenched her jaw while remembering the friendly fight she had with Butch earlier.

Her attention went to the door when she heard it click and she saw her pink clad sister enter their room.

"Oh, you're awake," Blossom said and walked towards her sister to stand beside her. "How are you feeling?"

"That's a good question," Buttercup answered.

Blossom smiled and shook her head, but her smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "So, who started it?"

Buttercup groaned at the question. "Do we really have to do this right now?"

"Who started it?" Blossom repeated, more sternly this time.

"He did," Buttercup said after a moment of thinking.

"You're lying." Blossom simply said.

"I'm not!"

"Who started it?" Blossom asked again.

"He pissed me off! It wasn't my fault!" Buttercup defended.

"But I bet you punched him first,"

"He asked for it,"

"We can't work with that, Buttercup." Blossom said. "What exactly did he do to 'piss you off'?"

Buttercup heaved an irritated sigh. "He called me sunshine," she muttered through her torn lips.

"That's it?" Blossom asked, furrowing her brows. "I thought he always called you that."

"He does but I asked him to stop calling me that!"

"Oh, I can imagine." Blossom said with a snort. "Asked."

Buttercup opened her mouth to say something in defense but closed it after a moment, turning her head away sulkily. Bubbles watched her two sisters bicker, thinking that it'd be better not to interfere . . . yet.

"Do you realize how much damage you did to the city?" Blossom said after a moment of silence. "You're lucky that nobody got it on camera and the people who saw were only your friends and a few others of the SC. The Mayor was in cold sweat after he heard of the damages."

"I'm sorry I didn't help you right away," Bubbles apologized.

"No," Blossom said before Buttercup could say anything. "You did the right thing coming to me . . . you and I both know that you can't handle them."

Bubbles lowered her head with an apologetic look, her face red with embarrassment.

"But that's fine, you know. Even I have problems with handling people sometimes." Blossom said before her sister felt worse about it.

Buttercup listened to her sisters with her head still turned away. Suddenly she remembered what Butch said to her when she was on the ground, helplessly lying there. I was always more powerful than you and that's never going to change. Butch's venomous words echoed into her head; she gritted her teeth trying to forget about it.

She couldn't believe she lost to him; after all the training she had been through, all the monsters from the smallest to largest, from less threatening to the scariest, she had defeated. All that was for nothing. Was she still missing something? The saviors are here for the damsel in distress, he had said; painfully gripping her jaws and turning her head to the side like she was just a toy.

She hated it. She hated being defeated. But more than that, she hated him.

"So I suppose I have to take a trip to Headmistress' office tomorrow?" Buttercup asked Blossom. Blossom walked over to her bed and sat down on its edge.

"Yeah, probably," Blossom sighed. "She wasn't looking all that happy, though." She said and shivered a bit.

Buttercup nodded slowly. "Hey Blossom," Buttercup said while frowning. "Something's been bothering me lately."

"Yeah?" Blossom said, turning her gaze towards Buttercup.

"I don't really know for sure but," Buttercup looked directly in Blossom's eyes. "Doesn't it seem like, I don't know, nobody remembers them?"

Blossom raised her eyebrows. "You just noticed?"

"What, you already knew?" Buttercup asked in confusion.

"Since the beginning," Blossom stated.

"I knew about it too," Bubbles informed. "It was pretty obvious, though. I'm surprised you couldn't tell."

"Apparently," Blossom cut in. "She was too busy hating on Butch to notice anything else."

"I was not!" Buttercup opposed.

"I think you were . . . because you're usually the first to notice these kinds of things." Bubbles put in.

"Well, second actually," Blossom corrected. "The first being me, of course."

"Aren't you a Miss Intelligent." Buttercup retorted.

"At least I don't fail tests that I try so hard to learn . . . unlike a certain someone."

"It's not my fault that it was different than what I actually studied!"

"Oh then tell me Buttercup," Blossom snapped, standing abruptly from her bed. "How could a person not know what the test was about? Clearly, you don't pay attention to what the teacher is saying."

"I was tired! Okay? At least I knew that there was a test!" Buttercup yelled.

"Oh, a great achievement," Blossom clapped. "I'm so proud of you!"

"STOP IT YOU TWO!"

Flinching, both the sisters looked at Bubbles, who was fuming.

"I really am tired of you two yapping all the time!" Bubbles said loudly. "Things are bad enough as they are . . . I don't need you two making them worse!"

Blossom backed away and placed herself on her bed again while Buttercup turned her head away. "You're right, Bubbles, sorry." Blossom said.

"Alright now, Buttercup," Blossom said in a serious tone as she placed her hands on Buttercup's shoulders as if to say 'the fate of the world is in your hands'. "Please behave,"

Buttercup snorted apathetically and turned towards the door of the Headmistress' office. She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

"We'll be right outside, just in case," Blossom said from behind.

Buttercup ignored her sister and entered the office only to be welcomed by a desk with a few documents, a pen holder, a paperweight and a steel nameplate on top of it.

No living thing was in the office, she noted. She blew air through her mouth as a sign of relief and walked into the office nonchalantly over to an empty chair and dropped all her weight onto it.

She turned the second chair to face her and threw her legs on it and relaxed.

Examining the objects placed on the table, she started humming. After some time, she pretended to play a guitar, with her lower lip sucked in her teeth

"I'm on a highway to hell," she sang and got up from the chair, moving all around the office while singing and playing the imaginary guitar.

"No stop signs! Speed limit! Nobody's gonna slow me down!" now she was standing on the chair with one leg on the back of it; hitting notes like a professional on stage.

The office door suddenly opened with a bang causing her to fall on the tiled floor face first with a loud thud. Hurting, she picked herself up from the floor as quickly as possible and stood straight.

What she saw next was extremely embarrassing for her, causing her face to flush in the spur of a moment.

"What?!" she screamed.

Butch, who was on the floor, shaking with laughter, held up a hand. He tried to stifle his laughter as best as he could, failing incredibly miserably.

Buttercup stomped her feet and sat on the chair sulkily, with a huff.

When Butch still wasn't able to stop, Buttercup yelled, "WHAT IS WONG WITH YOU?!"

That made Butch laugh even more, so much that he was struggling for breath.

"UGH!" Buttercup covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. "I mean WRONG! WRONG! Shut up already!"

After a good while, Butch was able to stop his laughter successfully. "Hah, my sides . . ."

"You just made my day sunshine," he said wiping tears from his eyes. "Oh god, that was great."

"Shut it!"

The hallways of the renowned Townsville High were crowded with oblivious students of many ages. Some of them were laughing loudly with their friends; some were comforting their one friend who just had her heart broken. A few were walking happily, hand-in-hand with their boyfriend/girlfriend. Most of them were alone, wobbling, in a gloomy mood or being bullied publicly and in all of that, there was a certain red-head who was walking casually through those crowded hallways without a care in the world. The crowd parted for that red clad boy who had no intention of interacting with those normal students. He, of course, thought of himself as special.

He liked how people didn't approach him, it saved him the trouble. Today was a bit different because not only girls, but boys were also whispering to themselves whenever they saw him. He thought it was weird at first but then he didn't think of it as much. At least he was getting some attention, not that he really wanted it in the first place.

But in that entire mob, there was one person who disregarded his liking of temporary solitude.

"We need to talk," she said, approaching him out of nowhere when he was peacefully walking down the hallway. 10 days and she hadn't said a word to him and now she just comes at him thinking that he'll oblige to anything that she says.

"No we don't," he decided to play with her just for old time's sake.

"Look, Brick," she said. "I don't have any time for your games, come on."

Brick smirked. "What makes you think that I'll just follow you?"

"Because it's about your brother." She stated.

There was no need to tell him which brother she was talking about. "What about him?" he asked in his deep voice. Just what did that idiot do now? He added to himself.

"Oh please," she said. "I'm sure you've heard about the little run-in our siblings had."

Brick frowned. A run-in sounded troublesome. "Talk then," he ordered.

"Not here," Blossom said, reluctantly ignoring Brick's superior attitude.

"Then take me where we can," Brick said as if it was obvious.

Blossom turned around and started walking with Brick trailing behind her but not before giving him a small but noticeable glare.

Round one goes to Brick. That was certainly a victory.

They reached an empty classroom and both of them went inside. Blossom checked outside the door to see if everything was clear. After confirming, she turned to Brick who was casually sitting on a desk.

"Do you think this is a joke?" she blurted out.

"What?!" he spit out, both of them skipping pleasantries.

"Your brother, Butch, beating up my sister, Buttercup; what do you have to say about that?" she demanded.

"Wait. Butch did what?" He thought that they had an argument but beating each other up? That was going too far. But then again, they were talking about the green pair, they wouldn't settle with just an argument.

"Don't act like you don't know," Blossom snapped. "I suggest you keep your brother on a leash before something happens that's not supposed to."

"Whoa hold it right there Pinkie," Brick said, standing up. "You're saying that they beat each other up? They seemed fine considering the kind of fights those two have . . . and don't act like you're my mother."

Blossom looked sharply at him which didn't affect the Ruff much. "Of course they did," she explained. "We're not really normal remember? And correction: Butch beat Buttercup up. Not each other."

"Same thing," he said, enticing a venomous glare from his counterpart which he ignored brilliantly. "When did all this happen?"

Butch was in trouble alright, but first he had to confirm something.

"Yesterday." She informed him.

"Did Butch start the fight?"

Blossom looked at him for a moment. ". . . no." she finally said.

"Then it's not really his fault."

"Look he may not have started the fight-"

"But he finished it." It was not a question. When Blossom made a displeased face Brick smirked. "Isn't that fair then?"

Round two to Brick.

Blossom growled. "Whatever happened . . . happened," she said with a sigh. "Now I'm telling you to keep him away from my sister and I'll keep her away from him. It's a fair deal."

"Whatever," he scoffed. "Don't hold your breath though. They're going to have a little more 'run-ins' from now."

"That is exactly why I'm here talking to you right now," she stated, "much to my displeasure."

"The feeling's mutual," he brushed past her and stood in the doorway. "See you around, Pinkie." was all he said before he exited the classroom.

He didn't have to push through the crowd because the crowd split for the green Ruff when he passed through them; not paying any attention to any girl who was trying to get close. The only thing that was making him ignore all that wanted attention was a text from his self-proclaimed big brother which said 'Behind the school building. Now.'

Flying through the rest of the way he reached the designated place where Brick was leaning against the wall like the cold asshole he is. Acknowledging the presence of the green Ruff, Brick lifted his head but instead of looking at Butch, he looked straight ahead.

"Took you long enough," he finally said.

"Well I was in the middle of something," Butch replied.

"Okay cut the crap and tell me what you did." Brick blurted out, looking directly at Butch.

"What did I do?" Butch asked, averting his eyes.

"You beat that green girl up," Brick said.

"Oh,"

"Oh?" Brick questioned, raising his eyebrows. "I thought I told you to avoid any kind of contact with them and what do you do? Pick a goddamn fight. Not exactly what I told you to do."

Butch shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged. "You fucking knew it was coming."

"Eventually, yeah." Brick said. "But 10 days? Really Butch?"

"Oh come on! That bitch is annoying! And don't tell me you don't wanna fuck them up!" Butch countered.

"It's not about that and you fucking know it! If you don't want it to end up like before you fucking stay away."

"That was different! We didn't have competition."

"We don't exactly have that even now," Brick said casually.

Butch smirked. "Yeah but at least it provides a little entertainment."

Brick gave him a dead-pan look. "It shouldn't,"

"Whatever,"

"Just don't get involved with her," Brick stated and turned around, nodding at Butch to follow.

A smirk formed on Butch's lips. Oh I won't get involved with her alright.

"Well this is a problem." said Robin who was sitting with the three Puffs in a circle, slurping a smoothie. "What're you gonna do about it?"

"I really have no idea . . ." Blossom said heaving a huge sigh.

"We should just beat them up, dismember them and throw them in a fucking corner till where they'll rot," Buttercup suggested.

"Language, Buttercup." Blossom said sternly.

"Leaving that aside," Robin said. "How'd your visit to the devil's lair go?"

"Miss Keane is not a devil!" Bubbles defended.

"Sure . . ."

Bubbles rolled her eyes and then the three of them looked at Buttercup.

"Never going to tell,"

"Come on, why not? Did you do something embarrassing?" Robin guessed.

". . . I did not."

"Definitely something embarrassing," Three of them said while nodding at each other.

"Hey!"

"But it's quite shocking for someone to do something like that," Robin said.

"Well this is the kind of thing that you'd expect most of them," Blossom answered while Bubbles tried to calm Buttercup down.

"Seriously, I'm amazed to see how their memories have completely disappeared from your minds. You didn't even know that they were like us!" Buttercup said jabbing a finger at Robin.

"Not really my fault we forgot them . . . we were kids and there was no one else who interacted with them besides you guys and those flashy villains from what I've heard," Robin said.

"But now the whole school's talking about it," Bubbles pointed out.

"Well at least they'll stay away from them, now that they now how dangerous they are." Blossom said.

"That's . . . not entirely the case," Robin said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well for them it's like the first time anyone has ever stood up to you guys . . . even if it was for fighting for no reason at all!"

"But we're the good guys!" Bubbles cried out.

"No . . . Robin's right." Blossom said. "Even if we are the good guys now they know that there is someone who can go toe-to-toe with us and they're not exactly bad guys in everyone's eyes."

"Then we'll just have to make them look like it, right?! Problem solved!"

"We can't do that! That'd be wrong!" Bubbles exclaimed.

"Please don't tell me we're gonna talk about right and wrong here."

"Even if you do want to do that it's not going to be easy . . . look."

All of them looked at where Robin pointed and saw the green and red Ruffs surrounded by their new fans.

"This is bullshit," Buttercup yelled.

"The world is a cruel place," Blossom said with another one of her amazingly long sighs.

"Well it can't be helped," Robin shrugged. "They are kind of really hot."

"Ew you did not just say that," Buttercup gagged.

"You know what, this is shit!" Blossom suddenly said, surprising everyone around her. "I'm gonna do something about this!"

"What?! What?! What?!" Buttercup asked with excitement, her eyes beaming. Bubbles just looked at her dumbfounded.

"We're not gonna spy at them oh no . . ." Buttercup was jumping at this point.

"I don't think I like where this is going . . ." Bubbles said and Robin just looked at them, amused.

"We are going to keep a really close eye on them . . . really close."

"I don't think I like where this is going . . ." Buttercup said backing away.

"We have to do this," Blossom said with determination in her eyes.

"Have you lost your mind?! And what's with those friggin determined eyes?!"

"I have not lost my mind Buttercup. We have to do this . . . to keep others away for danger."

"There has to be something else I mean this is just . . . it won't work and . . . and . . . NO! Just NO!"

"You don't have my permission to rat out of this." Blossom simply stated.

"I'm not ratting out! I'll die before that!"

"Uh guys," Bubbles spoke up, interrupting her sister's quarrel. "Can you tell me what exactly are we going to do?"

Buttercup and Blossom stared at Bubbles and Robin slurped her smoothie.

A/N: Okay so I have started university which is proving a really pain in the butt for me because most of my time is spent working there.

Chapter's a bit short but hey! I updated.