Cold air poured into the room, the wind hitting Blossom's face as she leaned out the opened window. It was so peaceful, so quiet, and the winter was so beautiful with it's white snow, blue sky, and the barren trees. She sat up on the ledge of the window, ignoring the muffled thumping of Buttercup's music down the hall, and looking up at the starry sky and down to the white blanket if thick snow on the ground. A small smile formed on her lips and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of the crisp winter air. She sat in her small pink sleep shorts and tight white t-shirt, not bothered one bit by the cold nipping at her skin. In fact, she welcomed it.

"Hey Pinky," Suddenly her peace was gone, and she slammed with stiffness.

Blossom opened one cotton candy pink eye, spotting her new visitor floating out her window, and groaned as she opened the other. "Brick." What was he doing here? "What do you want?" She swung her legs off the ledge and back into her room. She didn't bother closing the window, he'd just break it and come in.

"Now is that any way to treat a house guest?" Brick grinned smoothly and squatted in the window. "I came all this way to see you and you don't even say 'hi'?" He mocked hurt and placed his feet on the ground.

"You're no guest." Blossom rolled her eyes in annoyance and bent down to pick up a few things from her floor. She heard Brick chuckle behind her and felt warm hands sneak around her hips. She tensed and stood up straight and glaring at her smug counterpart in the mirror. "What do you think you're doing?" She seethed, but didn't bother trying to remove him from her. She knew all too well how persistent her counterpart could be.

"I don't know what you mean." Brick smirked and wrapped his arms around her torso, and rested his head in the crook of her neck. She smelt just like cherries. "Gah, Pinky, you smell so good." He groaned in her neck, tightening his hold on her.

A moan slipped from her lips before Blossom could stop it, and her head lolled back onto Brick's shoulder as he started to assault her neck with wet kisses. "Bri-"

"Blossom! Dinner's ready!" Bubbles call interrupted Blossom. She shot up from the ledge on the window and looked around. Brick was no where in sight, the 'items' she picked up from the floor were still there, and there were no wet kisses on her neck, no bite marks, no nothing. Brick hadn't been in her room, he hadn't attacked her neck, and his arms hadn't been around her. Blossom stood by the window, frustration slowly creeping into her system. She balled up her fists by her sides and gritted her teeth.

"Ger-ah! It was just a dream!"

Buttercup stared at her older sister with confusion on her face. Blossom was bright red and angrier than she normally was, and she was just pushing her food around her plate. Bubbles had made baked chicken and mixed veggies, that was Blossom's favorite. She normally went through two plates of the stuff and then some. Buttercup arches a brow and looked to her younger sister for an explanation. The blonde looked to her middle sister and shrugged and went back to looking to her eldest sister. The two puffs continued to eat and observe their fearless leader as she continued to push her food around in deep thought. A low growl came from the redhead and the Toughest Fighter had had enough.

"Ok," Buttercup snapped and dropped her fork on the plate, "what's with you?" Blossom looked up at her sister and raised a brow.

"Nothing."

"Oh, so you suddenly don't like your favorite food?"

"I'm not hungry, Buttercup."

"Bullshit! Just an hour ago you were talking about how much your mouth was watering!" Buttercup snapped loudly. "So spill it. What's go you all-"

"I'm going to bed. Night girls." Blossom cut her hotheaded sister off and excused herself from the table.

"What?! What the fuck is wrong with her? There's always something fucking wrong with perfect little Blossom, isn't there!" Buttercup yelled, Bubbles sighed and started cleaning the table. "No, Bubs, the perfect little princess can clean this shit up! She could at least do that since she refused to eat anything you spent the last two hours cooking!" Buttercup kept on ranting, angry and pissed that her perfect sister always got away with shit like this. "Blossom!" A slam of a door was the redheads respond, and she heard her younger sister start screaming.

"Buttercup, let her be." Bubbles sighed. "I have a feeling she had a very long day."

"Long day my ass! We had to teach all those fucking retarded football boys those stunts, and we have to teach 'em how to dance tomorrow!" Buttercup seethed. "The pouting princess can kiss my ass!"

"Buttercup," Bubbles sighed. "Just start the dance, ok?"

"Fine!" The green puff growled and stomped away to the speaker system. Dancing would get some frustration out.

"Lookie, lookie!" Butch cheered. "Our favorite little Powder Puffs are here!" He chuckled and hooked an arm around Buttercup's shoulder as she hunched over and walked.

"Butch, it's fucking cold as balls out here. Can you wait to be a fucking idiot until we get inside!" Buttercup snapped as she kept on towards the door.

"Awe, come on, Butters." Butch laughed and walked with her.

Behind the two greens stood the four others. Blossom glared daggers at Brick, angry for her dream, and angry that he got under her skin that much. Brick just stared in boredom, and confusion, he hadn't done anything to deserve such hostility...yet. Boomer and Bubbles just looked at each other and then followed after the older siblings. Blossom kept her harsh gaze on Brick, locking eyes with her counterpart. He shot her a grin and started to walk off. Blossom growled lowly and followed suit.

"Jack ass." She muttered loud enough to Brick catch. He gave a short chuckle and jammed his fists into his pockets.

Silently, Buttercup leaned against her locker, watching all the freshman scurry off to their next class. Butch stood next to her silently, his foot propped up behind him and his arms folded. It wasn't bad having Butch around all the time. She actually enjoyed it more than she probably should have. Then again, why shouldn't she enjoy the company who was her equal? He understood her in ways her sisters couldn't, he knew her fighting techniques and she understood his, they could sense each others emotions and moods by more than just body language, and he knew just what she needed when she was all bent out of shape. If only Blossom and Bubbles could understand all of that, then maybe they wouldn't fight so much with their counterparts. She knew they were attracted to them, hell even Buttercup herself was attracted to the Redheaded know it all jack ass and the Blond dumb ass. They grew up fucking nicely, and she knew her sisters saw that. Blossom just couldn't get over the fact that they use to be evil, and Bubbles, well Bubbles went along with Blossom on most subjects.

"You're in some deep thought today. Care to share?" Butch lightly nudged his counterpart. He had watched her for a good ten minutes as she just stared out into the sea of teenagers.

"Nothing worth sharing." She sighed and straightened up. "Let's go." She lightly slapped Butch's arm and started to her next class. And of course, Butch followed without another word.

As they walked down the middle of the hall, the sea of teenagers split for them. They just kept walking and everyone accommodated to them. Butch walked silently behind Buttercup, his hands clasped behind his head, and a relaxed grin on his face as he shot random girls winks or a flirty smirk. Buttercup sauntered in front of the hulk of a man, her thumbs hooked in her back pockets, and every once in a while shooting a freshman a wink and a little smirk.

"Who are they?" One boy gawked.

"Are you new?!" On of his buddies gasped.

"That's Buttercup and Butch." Another one awed as the two walked past them.

All three boys had their eyes glued on Buttercup as she walked past them. "Damn she's hot." The first boy drooled. Butch chuckled lightly behind his counterpart as she gave a triumphant humph.

"Think you maybe should have worn a longer shirt, Butters." Butch whispered lowly.

"Nah, let them enjoy the show." She snorted.

"Yeah, Buttercup is one of the three hottest girls in school. Her sister's Blossom and Bubbles are the other two." One of the kids explained exasperatedly.

"And Butch is like the coolest dude hands down! He pulls so much ass, it should be illegal." The other one cried out.

"Damn right I do." Butch smirked smugly.

"Ego boost much?" Buttercup teased.

"Oh whatever." Butch rolled his eyes. "I'm their idol!"

Buttercup looked over her shoulder at the three 14-year-olds and grinned. "Wanna see something funny?" She looked up at her large counterpart. Butch's lips slowly spread into a devious grin, a canine visible.

"Oh this is gonna be good."

He leaned against the wall and watched Buttercup as she pulled her zipper on her crop top hoodie, and turned on her heels. She head straight to the three boys, swaying her hips ever so lightly. The three watched her and slowly the look of terror spread across this baby faces. The scared looks in their eyes made Buttercup smile inwardly. She was hot, but she still struck the fear of God in people's hearts. Good, she thought to herself.

"Excuse me boys," She started as she came in closer, only a foot away. "I'm having some trouble with my zipper. Think one of you strong boys can help me out?" She asked innocently and pulled at the zipper, acting like it was stuck. All three were red as she leaned forward, giving them a nice little view. They stood there for a minute and the green puff mocked a frown and pouted her plump lips. "Well? Can you help a girl out?"

One of them, the blonde kid, snapped his eyes up, blush spreading down his neck. "Y-yeah. No Problem." His voice cracked, forcing Buttercup to stifle a laugh.

Butch tried his hardest to hold back his bubbling urge to roar in laughter. Their faces were ten times the shade of Brick's eyes and the kid who was reaching out to 'help' Buttercup was shaking and looked about ready to piss himself. Butch nearly lost it when he saw the kid gulp. The blonde boy held the bottom of Buttercup's hoodie down, his knuckle lightly brushing the skin of her toned stomach. He held the zipper, shaking from nervousness, and pulled up. It jerked for a second and then went up with ease.

"Oh," Buttercup chirped. "Thanks kid." She smiled and leaned in close to his ear. "Remind me to repay you sometime." She whispered and then straightened and waved goodbye before sashaying her way back to Butch. "And that's how it's done." She high-fived Butch as he started laughing and draped an arm around her shoulders.

"Butters the heartbreaker." Butch teased as they continued to walk down the hall.

"Hey, Bubbles." Boomer greeted nonchalantly as he sat next to her.

"Hi, Boomer." She gave him a small smirk before returning to her work. "Good morning?" She asked with her eyes alternating between her textbook and her worksheet.

"It's going alright." He shrugged and dropped his bag on the desk. "What about you?"

"It's going." She shrugged and then suddenly groaned. "Dammit! I thought I had it that time." She sighed and ran his fingers frustratedly through her bangs.

Boomer raised a brow and looked over her shoulder. Math. She was doing her math homework...from last class period. Since when was Bubbles the study type? Wasn't that Blossom's job? Or stereotype at least? Bubbles was suppose to be the ditsy blonde cheerleader wasn't she? Since when did she give a flying fuck about math homework, let alone doing the homework they were just assigned a few short minutes ago.

"Try dividing by fifteen instead of multiplying." Boomer suggest.

"What?" Bubbles snapped her head up, inches from Boomer's. "Oh, sorry." She blushed and shrunk further back into her chair.

"Divide. You're solving for X right. The fifteen by the x is positive, so maybe you're suppose to divide instead of multiply." He shrugged.

Bubbles looked at him for a minute and then down to her worksheet. She raised a brow and looked back to Boomer from her peripheral. She tried his suggestion and to her surprise it worked. She got the problem right. She cheered in happiness and hugged her counterpart.

"You're awesome, Boomer! Thank you!" She cheered and excitedly finished the rest of her work.

Boomer, shocked and blushing, looked at the blonde and then back down to his desk. He was a darker red than his brother's hate, and he didn't know why. It was just Bubbles.

"Buttercup, please chew." Blossom groaned as her sister inhaled her food.

"Huh?" Buttercup looked up, a mouth full of food. Blossom scrunched her nose in disgust and rolled her eyes.

"Nothing. Never mind."

"So, girls, how's babysitting going?" Robin grinned as she forked another bunch of cafeteria slop into her mouth. Blossom made low growl of annoyance and rolled her eyes, while Buttercup snorted and looked at her ridiculous sister and Bubbles shrugged.

"Butch is Butch. There ain't no changin' him." Buttercup smirked and glanced at the idiot from her peripheral.

The brunette girl deadpanned as she looked to her green eyed friend. "Buttercup, doesn't it worry you how much you fit in with those three?" Blossom raised a brow, her attention now grasped.

"What do you mean?" Buttercup tilted her head, obviously not very worried about it and completely oblivious to it. "Aren't we all alike? You know, powered and brought together by chemical X?"

"That's not what I meant." The poor mundane girl sighed and dropped her head in defeat. Bubbles giggled and patted the girl on the back.

"Nice try, Robin, but she'll forever be blind to it."

Buttercup shrugged, completely lost in the group topic. Instead, she decided to poke at the pink eyed ticking time bomb. That was always fun, and it was always doubled when Big Red got all flustered while he was eavesdropping.

"So, B, what had you all flustered this morning?" Buttercup inwardly smiled when she saw her sister's eyes widen a few fractions of an inch before settling back into their frosty pink glare.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh really? You seem extra...what's the phrase? Oh yeah, juiced up about the big bad red." Blossom's glare hardened as Buttercup mockingly raised a brow. "You didn't have some kind of dream ab-"

"Shut up." Blossom shot, attracting some near by attention. Brick's eyes were boring into Blossom, Butch lazily looked over to the foursome, and Boomer raised a blond brow and turned his attention to them out of curiosity.

"What? Why are you getting so defensive? You're not attracted to him are you?" Buttercup pushed.

"Buttercup, I'm warning you."

"Oh come on, Leader Girl. It's normal to-"

"Buttercup!"

"be hot for the guy. Hell, maybe if you two just do it alrea-"

"Shut up!" Blossom screamed and pushed her sister back full forced, accidentally throwing her sister out the cafeteria and into the middle of the quad.

Everyone stood around, shocked out of their minds. Buttercup had just been tossed out like last weeks leftovers, and Blossom was the culprit. The boys looked at them in shock, Butch was the first one up and out to help Buttercup, while Brick and Boomer stood up ready to stop any oncoming revenge. At least they hoped that the two of them alone was enough to stop any revenge attack. Blossom stood in complete paralyzing shock and fear, and Bubbles was wide-eyed and shaking in terror. Robin had long before hit the ground, taking covered under the table.

"Why'd you have to go and do that?" Bubbles whimpered.

"I-I didn't mean to." Blossom stammered.

They watched as Butch squatted down next to their sister, saying something to her as she just laid there. He look to be having an important conversation with her, almost like an argument over conscious. And then suddenly the broad and bough Butch hung his head in defeat and slowly stood, facing towards the new huge gap in the cafeteria's construction. He cupped his hands on the edges of his mouth and shouted, "You might want to take cover!"

"Oh no." Blossom and Bubbles gulped, and in a flash Buttercup was no long laying on the ground, but charging Blossom.

"Does someone want to explain what happen?" Professor sighed as he watched his second oldest stomp up the stairs. "Buttercup, we're not done here!"

"It was her fault, Professor!" Blossom cried out, afraid her father would blame her.

"Her fault or not, Blossom, you're suppose to know better." The aged man groaned and rubbed his aching temples. "This whole schedule change at school is suppose to stop you from fighting the Rowdyruff boys, not start them with your sister."

"I know, but-"

"Blossom, you threw the first attack!" Professor cried out.

"I didn't mean to hit her so hard. She didn't have to retaliate." Blossom huffed.

"Yes she did." The older man sighed heavily. "Buttercup isn't like you and Bubbles. Her pride is important to her and you publicly and physically threatened that."

"She's just immature." Blossom quipped. "She acts like a child throwing a temper tantrum."

Suddenly a loud slam ripped through the house. Both, the Professor and Blossom looked to the second floor to see Buttercup storming back down the stairs with a dufflebag slung over her shoulder.

"Buttercup, what are you-"

"Look, Buttercup's throwing another tantrum. How shocking." Blossom seethed.

"I'm leaving you moron!" Buttercup, radiating green electric sparks, snapped. "I'm staying at Butch's until I can look at your face without wanting to rip it off!" The fiery hot head growled lowly before turning and storming out of the house, leaving an aggravated Professor and a stunned Blossom in her wake.

"I'm coming!" Brick hollered as the loud and persistent knocking got even more persistent. He didn't know who in the hell would be knocking on his door. Anyone sane would stay away from the RowdyRuff house hold. None of his neighboring apartments would ever dare come near his Apartment 3D, and no one in Townsville would knowing come to his exact apartment banging on his door in such a arrogant and ballsy way. "I'm fucking coming. Hold the hell up!" He growled out and yanked the door open. He expect a feeble idiot kid completing a dare or some moronic idiot about ready to piss his pants. What he didn't expect was the hot headed green puff standing on the other side with a dufflebag slung over one shoulder and her other fist clenching and unclenching.

"Is Butch here?" She pushed past the leading ruff and into the apartment, beginning to look for her counterpart's room.

"What?" Brick blinked. "Third room to the left." He was so stunned he didn't know what he was saying.

"Thanks, Red." Buttercup fake saluted the teenager and started towards Brick's more barbaric brother's room. "Butchie boy! Scoot over!" Brick heard the girl cheer and then his brother cry out.

"What in the hell?" Brick sighed and closed the door. He had a pretty good feeling that Buttercup wasn't leaving anytime soon, and he didn't dare try and make her.

"So, you just left? And John just let you?" Butch raised a dark brow, completely shocked by today's events.

"What could he do to stop me?" Buttercup shrugged, looking at the ceiling in boredom as Butch played with a strand of her hair. "And he might think it's good for me to leave for a little while. Today wasn't the first time me and Blossom have gone at it. We've been getting worse and worse lately."

Butch watched her for a few more moments, silently taking in the exhausted look on her face. "Well, you are more than welcome here. As long as I'm still allowed to sleep in my own bed."

Buttercup laughed a little before responding, "Keep your hands from my vag and I've got no problem."

"I won't do anything you won't be begging for." Butch gave her a toothy grin before flipping onto her, pinning her on the bed. Buttercup laughed loudly and joyfully, something she found herself doing only around Butch. His muscular arms on either side of her head as he shook his hair in her face, ticking her nose. She pressed her hands flatly against his broad chest, but didn't push him away as they both laughed.

"Butch, Buttercup, we're going out to eat. You coming or not?" Bricked called out, stopping both in their tracks.

The two looked at each other, grins slowly forming on their lips. "Yes!" They jumped up, and ran out of Butch's room.

The boys didn't seem to mind Buttercup's presence in the apartment. When they went to eat, their meal was free due to her title and rep in the town, when they were heading back she offered to buy them new jackets or shirts as thank you for letting her stay with them, and she even seemed to keep Butch under raps for Brick. The redheaded leader started to think it wouldn't be so bad to have a puff in the house after all. The apartment itself was cleaner. Buttercup offered to clean up for them.

"Thanks again, guys. I really appreciate it." Buttercup voiced as she came our of the bathroom. The boys were playing a game when she did, not really looking at her. "Oh, and Butch, your towels are the black ones. Right?"

"Yeah." He quickly looked at her and nodded before doing a double take. Buttercup started walking to his room...in nothing but one of his black towels. The fabric barely covered her perky chest and just almost reached mid-thigh. The material clung to her figure, showing off everything. "Was she-"

"Holy fuck." Brick gawked.

"I love having a puff in the house!" Boomer chanted.

Butch quickly killed off his brother's characters on the game and shot up. "Well, I'm off to bed boys. See you in the morning!" He excitedly ran off to his room at the objections of his brothers. He rushed into the room, quickly looking for Buttercup. Bent over his bed, reaching for something on the other side, was Buttercup in a green pair of those short spandex shorts and a small, cropped tank top. Her long black hair was down and flowing down her shoulder. "Dear God, help me." He muttered to himself.

"You say somethin', Butch?" She looked over her shoulder at him, her back dipping ever so slightly.

Suddenly stiff and blushing pink, he shook his head. "Nope. I didn't say anything." He stiffened even more when he saw her smile softly and lightly chuckle.

"Dork." She straightened up and placed a hand on her hip. She took a small step towards him, still smiling softly as she placed a dainty hand lightly on his chest. His whole body felt like it was on fire just by that small touch. His mouth became extremely dry and his hands fidgeted and twitched like they use to when he was a kid, but this time was pure nerves. The idea, the feeling, the everything of Buttercup this close to him in those shorts, touching him so lightly and delicately, smiling so amazingly at him, made him putty in her hands, wrapped around her small finger, ready to bow before her at her demand.

"You stink." She giggled and held her nose. "You need a shower, Butchy Boy." She playfully smacked him on the chest and turned. "If you hurry up and take one, maybe we'll play some PlayStation." She sat down on the bed and crossed her legs, still smiling the way she had been for the past several minutes. "But only if you hurry up."

What had he done to deserve such luck? Whatever it was, he was without do it again and again if he meant this would never change. "You are a goddess!" He cheered and ran out the room. He was going to take the quickest shower in the history of showers.

"He's such a dork." Buttercup chuckled to herself as she watched him race out of the room. She had finished everything she had planned on doing: homework, calling Bubbles and letting her know she was ok, finding a place to plug her phone up. She didn't unpack her bag, she didn't think Butch would want her thongs and bras mixed in with his things. She started tying her hair up in a bun when her phone started going off. She looked down at the small, vibrating electronic and picked it up without checking the caller ID.

"You've got Buttercup." She held the small phone between her ear and shoulder as she continued to tie her hair up.

"Well, your alive. Is Butch?" Robin.

"He's breathing. He's in the shower right now actually." Buttercup laughed.

"He's where?! Oh my God, you lucky bitch!" Robin cried out. "Are you sleeping in his room? Is he sleeping on the couch?"

Buttercup grinned wickedly as she said, "We're sharing his bed."

"You're what? Does he sleep shirtless? Does he wear boxers or briefs? Wait! What are you wearing?" Robin verbally attacked the green puff, causing her to laugh hysterically.

"Oh my God, Robin, calm down." She wheezed out. "How about I give you the whole shebang tomorrow?"

"Fine, but at least tell me what you're wearing." She sighed. She had to get something out of this phone call.

Buttercup rolled her eyes and caved. "My green spandex shorts and one of my small tank tops. Ok. Bye, Robin." She quickly before the little brunette could start another rambling session. She didn't notice Butch walking into the room.

"That Robin?" She heard him ask.

"Yeah. She was making sure we were both still alive." Buttercup laughed lightly before she looked up. She felt her whole body slam into a halt, the words she was going to say suddenly stuck in her throat. Butch was shirtless, he Greek God of a body in all it's glory right in front of her. His tattoo was sharp and defined against his tan skin. Buttercup found herself watching to trace it...with her tongue. And to top everything off, Butch slept in his boxers. His black, sexy boxers. He was drying off his hair, the black locks sticking out in every direction.

"Buttercup!" She snapped her eyes up to his, away from his abs and other areas...

"Yeah! What?" She smiled.

Butch grinned and raised a brow. "See something you like?" He noticed.

"Could ask the same thing to you." She mimicked his smug look.

"Touche." Butch laughed and lunged himself onto the bed. Buttercup bounced lightly as his giant body hit the mattress, both of them laughing. "Ok, you wanna sleep close to the wall, or do you prefer the outside?" He asked.

"Walls fine with me." She shrugged.

"Ok then," Butch grinned and quickly wrapped his arms around her small waist. He rolled her over him and to the other side, her squeaks of surprise making his heart skip. "Night, Butters." He laughed as he turned the lights out.

"Night, Butch." She was still laughing as she snuggled into one of his pillows. She fell asleep easier than she ever had before that night.

Stirring lightly, Buttercup found a hard force behind her, preventing her from turning around. It was warm and hard, soft yet solid like a wall. She lightly opened her eyes, facing a grey wall. Where was she? Her room was white, not a deep grey. She started to move around, and then suddenly a thick, muscular arm wrapped tighter around her waist, a nose nudging the back of her neck. She stilled, extremely awake now. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, a sleeping Butch greeting her view. Her body relaxed on it's own, her heart thumping lightly yet faster.

She smiled softly and twisted around. Her body pressed against his as he tightened his hold on her waist. He frowned lightly in his sleep and then his expression softened. Buttercup reached up and cupped his jaw, her thumb tracing the scar on his jawline. She remembered giving him that. They were no more than eight or nine. It was one of the last extreme fights. She had punched him so hard he went flying miles back, slamming into a tree. He had slammed into the trunk, but one of the lower and thinner branches had caught his jaw, slicing it. It was the first time she had ever felt guilty about hitting him.

She pushed her hand up, now tracing a scar just under his brow. It was thin and barely noticeable. She only knew about it because she had been there when it happened. Freshman year, third football game of the season. Thirty minutes into the game and the other team's lardo of a linebacker slammed into Butch. He banged his head on the ground, his eye hitting hard on his helmet. When he didn't get up immediately, she actually ran out onto the field to him. It took all of two days to heal, but the scar stayed but thinned out over the years.

She reach up father, pushing back his silky black hair. A scar hidden by his hairline. She was the only one who knew about that scar. She had caused it, and because of that scar, she stopped fighting him to death. They were fighting next to their siblings. They were all bloody, but still going at it. Brick and Blossom had each other in a death match with eye beams, Bubbles and Boomer were rolling in the sky, beating the hell out of each other. She remember punching Butch so hard in the face, she heard his nose snap. He threw a kick, which slammed against the side of her head. When she got up, they both threw their hardest, most powered up punch. His head snapped back, and her body hunched over as his fist slammed into her abdomen. He fell the ground completely out, and she fell next to him in pure agony. When she managed to get up, she tried waking him. He didn't snap back like he normally would have, and it scared her. She shook him, crying, begging him to wake up, until his eyes fluttered open in confusion. He left with a scar in his hairline, and she left with a scar just under her hip bone. Through time, they both thinned out, but she would never forget the fear that went through her when he wouldn't wake up.

"Buttercup?" Butch's sleep groggy voice pulled her from her trance. "What's the matter? What are you doing up?" His brows furrowed, eyes trying to stay open long enough to look at her.

"Oh, uh..." She didn't know what to say. She started to retract her hand before he noticed, but that's when he noticed. He grabbed it, and slowly pulled it down to his chest.

"Go back to sleep, Green. Ok?" He sleepily grinned, and closed his eyes.

He held her hand to his chest, quickly falling back to sleep. Buttercup didn't move, just stared at her hand, sprawled against his warm, hard, soft chest. It took her a minute, but she relaxed and scooted closer into him. His hand went from her wrist to around her waist, where he tightened his hold on her and pulled her closer. She nudged his chin until her head fit perfectly under his chin. She fell asleep like that.

Butch woke up, the foggiest memory of waking up a few hours before and talking to Buttercup replaying in his head. He looked down, his back flat against the mattress, his arm wrapped securely around his counterparts waist, pulling her close to him. She was sprawled out on top of him. One of her amazing legs wrapped around his abdomen, an arm wrapped around his torso, and her head resting on his chest. She looked peaceful and content. He moved slightly, which made her frown and snuggle further into him and rubbed her face into the junction between his neck and shoulder. He didn't want to wake her or move her, he enjoyed the fact that she was clinging onto him in her sleep too much. But he knew it was probably way past time to get up for school, and if they didn't show up, Brick and Blossom both would be knocking down his bedroom door.

"Butters." He cooed, lightly squeezing her waist. She groaned and pressed herself further onto him. He took a minute to gather himself and take a few deep breaths of self-control, before trying again. "Butters, come on. It's time to get up." He cooed again, lightly shaking her waist with his hand.

"I don't wanna." She whined and started to move. She pulled herself completely onto Butch, her legs cradling his waist, her arms wrapped completely around him, and her head snuggled into his neck. His hands immediately went to her hips, gripping them lightly. He had to gather himself again. She was making it very hard for him to have any self-control.

"Buttercup, we have to get up. We're gonna be late to school." He pushed out as he stared at the ceiling, trying hard to keep himself together.

She moaned and wiggled on top of him. "No." She pouted.

"Buttercup," He nervously laughed. "Darlin', if you don't get off me right now, we aren't ever leaving this bed." He said truthfully. His self-control was wearing very thin, and he really didn't want to lose it with her. He really, really didn't want to lose it with her like this.

Buttercup stiffened against him, taking a few moments before pushing herself up enough to look him in the eyes. "You mean-"

"Buttercup, I am begging you." He bit his lip. "If you don't want me to do something stupid this early in the morning, you need to get up."

She stared into his deep green eyes. He was serious. She could see the inner battle he was having with himself. She nodded lightly and let him roll her off. He quickly shot up and ran to the bathroom where she could hear him turn on the cold water. She took a few minutes to think. Did she want him to lose it with her? Did she want to take that chance? Had she stayed on top of him if she had thought about it?

Maybe.

She thought more and more about it as she gathered her things to get ready. When it came time to pick out what to wear, she found herself reaching for items she had physically heard Butch say he liked on her. Her black cotton spandex crop-sweatshirt that fit tight around her chest, her black knee high socks and high-top converses, and black and white plaid, pleaded skirt that barely reached her mid-thigh. Yes, Buttercup had joined the world of skirt wearers. They weren't so bad, and no different then the dress she wore everyday when she was a kid. Plus, with the way her hips were shaped, and how plump her ass was, skirts seemed to gain her a lot of male attention. Especially Butch's attention.

When she heard Butch exit the bathroom, she went straight in. She tied her hair up, preventing it from getting wet. And then she shaved everything thoroughly. She washed herself with her vanilla smelling bodywash and when she got out of the shower, she lathered herself in the matching lotion. She got dressed and fixed her hair to look wavy and bouncy and silky. The way it always looked when Butch would unconsciously touch it and play with it during class. When she left the bathroom, she had walked right past a double taking Boomer and a gawking Brick.

"Dammit! Why did Butch get the cool counterpart? It's not fair." Boomer whined.

"God Damn." Brick muttered.

"What's up, boys?" Butch turned the corner, wondering why his brothers looked like they had seen the best porn ever.

Both snapped their gazed towards him, glaring. "Lucky bastard." They both shot and pushed past him.

Butch raised a brow, but shrugged the matter off. He turned the corner into the kitchen just in time to see his counterpart bending over the island, reaching for an apple, her tip toes pushing her up, stretching her calf muscles. The skirt she had up pushed up lightly, showing enough for the male imagination to take control. Last night plus this morning plus this equaled a very little self-controlled Butch.

"Holy fuck." He groaned to himself as his eyes rolled back a little. The thought of just grabbing her ass and pushing up against her like that had hi growling. He pushed himself to walk towards the fridge, aggravation rolling off him in waves. Buttercup looked up and smiled lightly.

"Good morning, Butchy Boy." She teased and bit into the apple. She pushed herself up onto the counter, her legs crossed, her skirt pushed up revealing more of her smooth thighs. Her hand propped herself up from behind, pushing her chest out slightly more. "Sleep well?" Her smirk grew as she gave him a teasing wink.

Butch looked at her, up and down, up and down, up and down, until his eyes landed on her lighter shade of green orbs. He looked deep into her eyes and before he knew it, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. She squeaked lightly, not enough for a normal human's ear to pick up, but enough for Butch to get a twitching feeling in his gut. He slowly brought her wrist to his lips, where he slowly took a bite out of the apple, his eyes glues to hers. When he heard her gasp, he grinned and got that twinkle in his eye.

"Like a baby, Darlin'." He finally answered and patted the side of her revealed thigh. "Like a baby."

"Yo! Are you two coming or not? I'm not gonna stop Pinky when she comes to get you!" Brick shouted.

Butch and Buttercup slowly grinned at each other before Butch grabbed her waist and lifted her off the counter top. He placed her on the ground and slung his arm around her shoulders. "Time for school." He winked and made the first move to leave. Buttercup grabbed her bag off the island counter top and Butch's jacket from the chair as they headed out of the kitchen.

"Come on, Green. You already had an apple today." Butch whined as he followed behind Buttercup like a puppy.

"Not a green one." She rolled her eyes.

"But it was the last one!" He cried out. An idea suddenly hit him and he grabbed onto her hips and spun her around to face him. He got that sex god twinkle in his eye and that make-you-drip smirk as he pulled her in close. "I promise I'll make it up to you. Just give me the apple, Darlin', and I swear I'll pay you back for it." She stiffened a little and then rolled her eyes.

"I'm totally making you pay for pizza tonight." She groaned and handed over the fruit.

He kissed the top of her head before victoriously shouting, "You're a goddess!" He took the green fruit from his counterparts hand and placed the banana he got stuck with in it's place. She turn to leave and got a nice smack on the ass in return. She just rolled her eyes and went to sit in her normal spot.

Robin looked like her eyes were going to bug out at any given moments, Bubbles giggled, and Blossom looked disgusted. Buttercup plopped down in her seat next to Bubbles and groan. On the outside she looked annoyed, but on the inside her heart was pounding and begging to go jump her counterpart. She quietly peeled the banana and started slowly eating the fruit Butch had given her. She heard a groan and few agonizing moans. She looked up in shock and looked to her side. Several boys were watching her eat the banana, noses bleeding, dirty thoughts clear as day on their faces. She could hear Butch chuckling a few rows down from her. She looked back at him sharply, a gleeful glint in his eye.

"So you wanna play that way, huh?" She growled and smiled sweetly. She stood up, hopped onto the table top, crossed her legs, and pressed a hand flat onto the table behind her. The position that had him groaning this morning. "So, how was everyone's night last night?" She asked innocently as she bit slowly onto the banana.

"Not as good s yours I assume." Robin choked. "Butch looks ready to kill."

Buttercup looked over at her counterpart as he glared at her. She gave him a wink before tossing her empty banana peel behind her and into the trash. "I'll feel you in later." Buttercup looked to her friend and laughed before she stuck each finger into her mouth one-by-one, slowly licking them and releasing them with a pop. Each pop had another groan from the watching boys, and another growl from Butch. Brick and Boomer looked between the two of them, and then settling on Butch with a jealous glare.

"I give him one minute before he burst." Bubbles sighed.

"No. He's got more self-control then that." Robin chirped. "I give him a minute and a half."

"I give him ten seconds." Buttercup corrected. counting down the seconds on her fingers behind her. "Eight...Nine...Ten."

"Buttercup," He shot up, stomping over to the girls. "Can I talk to you please?"

"What about?" She raised a brow.

He growled before gritting out, "The talent show routine. I have a question about it."

"That's a Bubbles question." She shot out quickly.

"It's a stunt question." He growled.

A wicked grin spread across Buttercup's lips before she shot back, "We haven't incorporated stunts yet."

"Then I'd like to talk about our math homework." He growled aloud.

"I already did your math homework." She relaxed and waited for him to snap.

Butch opened his mouth to say something, but the bell cut him off. Buttercup laughed so hard she threw her head back before she patted his chest and jumped off the table. She grabbed his arm and lead the way to class, waving to her friend and the only sister she was talking to. The two greens walked to class, Butch's arm slung over Buttercup's shoulder as per the usual, and the sea of students parted.

Bubbles sat at her science lab, waiting on Boomer. He had taken her homework to copy again. It was becoming a routine thing. She didn't even care anymore. She actually handed it off to him now. It had been a good month or so of the whole 'operation get along' thing. They didn't fight anymore, in fact they seem to be having civil conversations now. During their three hours after school, they worked together like wing and sky; fluent and natural. Johnny had become distant and a little more mean, but it wasn't something that bothered Bubbles too much. Each time he got too pissed off, she just went to her next class with Boomer.

"Did you turn in the work?" She asked without looking up. Boomer always showed up two seconds before the bell rang. The bell went off in time and he took his seat next to her. Getting ready for his nap.

"Yup." He yawned and laid his head down. He had gotten in the habit of taking Bubble's jacket, bunching it up, and using it as a pillow. Once again, Bubbles didn't object to it. It was just another part of their science class routine. Something they had become all too comfortable with. As soon as they teacher started his lesson, Boomer conked out, and Bubbles started taking notes. Once again, another part of their daily routine.

Brick watched his counterpart angrily flip trough her textbook as she did her work. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Of course she was still pissed. When was his counterpart not pissed off at something or someone. He just wondered if she was pissed at herself for attacking her sister, or pissed at Buttercup for finding a way to prevent any fighting, or the fact that Buttercup had been the one to prevent the fighting. Any of those and more could the reason for her PMSing for the day.

"She was ok last night." Brick decided to speak up.

"What?" Blossom snapped and looked up.

"Buttercup. She was alright. She's staying at our apartment." Brick didn't know why he was explaining or trying to help calm her mind. He just was and it unnerved him.

Blossom looked him over before grunting out, "I know. She told us before she stormed out."

"Well, she's safe. I promise. If anything, the boys are excited to have her around." Why was he comforting her. Or trying at least.

Blossom looked at him, a little surprised. "Uh, thank you." She blushed and looked away. "Thank you for keeping her out of trouble." She scribbled her answers down, avoiding looking up at Brick.

"No problem. It's no different then taking care of Butch." He grunted.

Blossom chuckled and looked up to nothing in general. "No kidding." She laughed a little and then looked at her counterpart, a smile actually on her lips. "Speaking of those two, what's with the tension. They're acting weird today."

"I have no idea. Everything was fine before they went to bed last night. They woke up acting weird." Brick shrugged, a grin slowly forming on his lips. When Blossom wasn't chewing his head off, she wasn't all that bad of a person.

"They slept together?" Blossom rose a brow.

"They went to sleep in the same bed, but they didn't sleep together." Brick quickly reassured. "Trust me. Butch isn't a quiet guy if you catch my drift."

Blossom blushed and then scrunched her nose in disgust. "That's gross."

"No kidding. It's even grosser when you hear it. God, it's so bad I have to leave the apartment." Brick shuddered. "His quiet is still loud enough that earplugs down work."

Blossom laughed and then looked at her counterpart. Really looked at him. He wasn't so bad. He wasn't doing anything bad, he was just being himself. And that wasn't bad at all. Maybe she had him all wrong the entire time. He was keeping an eye on her sister, and he even went so far as to kind of comfort her on the matter. She smiled softly and then did something she didn't think she would ever do.

Admit she was wrong.

"You know, Jojo, I've been wrong about you." She said lightly. "You're not so bad." She said as she went to do her work.

Brick stiffened and looked at her. Did she really just say that. It took a minute for the actual shock to wear off, but when it did he grinned softly and just looked at her. Blossom wasn't so bad after all.