Hey My lovely little Puff and Ruff fans. Thank you for your reviews, it was nice to read nice things about my fic. So, now we go back to Mickie, Rory, and Beck's adventure in the year 2015...
-Mickie-
The complex had to be there, well, at least not abandoned any ways. I prayed to the God above that my family would be living in the house on the top level, and Saber was outside in the backyard to great me. I needed everyone to be there, for this to be just me having a case of the Rory-dead-brain. A dark green streak followed behind me, of course, as I sped up. Panic had kicked in and adrenaline was pumping through my veins like ice cold water.
I took a sharp turn on Fifth Avenue, nearly falling as I turned the corner. I slowed dramatically down when I saw the Complex. The grass tall and uncut, the outside painted a dual and worn down maroon not the same clean white and black paint I was use to seeing, and no fence around the back yard. I hit my knees, complete shock all over my face. My rolled the golden boxing glove charm on my necklace between my fingers while my chest rose and fell dramatically as I took deep breaths.
"Old Man," I choked out.
"Hey, Rugrat!" The Old Man's deep voice boomed through the house, vibrating the walls slightly. I dropped my Buttercup and Butch dolls and zipped down the hallway to the top of the staircase. I saw the Old Man standing down at the bottom with the big smile I was always so use to seeing.
"Come here, Rugrat." He waved me down and held his arms out. I flew as fast as I could down the stairs and into his big arms-my favorite place in the world besides BC's lap when I was tired or sick. "How are you doing today, Killer?" He asked, squeezing me tightly, getting that small four-year-old giggle out of me.
"Good." I laughed and hugged my arms around his neck tighter. "What about you, Old Man?" I grinned, arms still around his neck, but my eyes looking at his.
"Well, I've been dying to come home and play with my favorite little butt munch." He smiled and ruffled my hair.
"Language, Butch!" BC snapped and smiled at me before giving a kiss on the forehead. "Hey, Monster." She pinched my chin slightly and winked. "Give the old man here a few bruises for me, ok?"
"Yes ma'am." I giggled and turned back to the Old Man. "Whatcha bring me?" I asked. The Old Man always brought me presents home. Whether it was food, a toy, or even something so simple as a piece of candy from The Ring's neighboring candy shop, 'Sweet Tooth'.
"How do you know I brought you something?" He raised a brow, but a smirk still on his lips. "I think I'm spoiling you, Rugrat. I think I'll take your present back."
"You always say that, Old Man." I laughed and put my hands on his face, rubbing the stubble on his chin.
"Your right." He smiled genuinely and put me down. "Go sit down with your BC, ok? I'll be right back with your present."
I smiled widely and ran-normal speed-to BC's side and snuggled up to her side. She smiled down at me and started smoothing my hair down, her eyes flicking back to the TV. She was watching re-watching some old episode of Supernatural, a smile of content on her face. I snuggled up closer and relaxed my head down on her rib cage. I traced the patterns on the bottom of her shirt and listened to her mumble things under her breath about the show.
"Rugrat," The Old Man said in a sing-song tone, his hands behind his back.
"Butch, you spoil her." BC laughed and ruffled my-at the time-short hair.
"Which hand first, Rugrat?" My smile grew wider.
"Two gifts?" I cheered.
"Only the best for my favorite rugrat." He laughed and then asked once again, "Which hand first?"
"Right!" I cheered, waiting and bouncing in suspension.
"Ok, here you go." He laughed and revealed a small black fur ball from behind his back.
"A puppy?!" I jumped up in excitement and carefully took the dog from his hand. Yes, us greens can be carefully human beings thank you very much!
"You betcha, monster." BC smiled and scratched the fur ball between the ears. "What are you going to name him, Mickie?" She asked softly.
"I don't know." I frowned and looked at the puppy who was smiling at me with his tongue sticking out. "Old Man, what was your dogs name?" I looked over at a picture sitting on one of the desks in the house. It was of the Old Man when he was only a little older than me at the time, his arms hugging the neck of a black German Shepard.
"Saber-tooth." He said, sitting down on the floor with me and BC.
"That's a silly name, Old Man!" I giggled and looked back down at the puppy. "But, I like Saber." I got a small bark from the puppy and a sloppy kiss on my cheek.
"I think he likes it too." BC laughed and kissed the top of my head.
"Saber and Mickie." Butch smirked and patted the pups head. "Sounds perfect to me."
"Hey, Butch, don't you want to give Mickie that other present now?" BC's voice was a little more serious now, her eyes on the Old Man's. He nodded lightly, eyes still on the puppy.
"Come here for a second, Rugrat." He said, his face still slightly smiling. I crawled over to him, curling up in his lap. "Now, Mickie, this next gift is really important to me. Do you know what that means?"
I nodded. "Uh huh. It means don't break it, lose it, or destroy it in any shape or form." I recited the 'Important Speech' I got from the Reds and my parents over and over again.
"Yes," Old Man laughed, "but it also means it is special to me. Like you." He said and dug into his back pocket, pulling a gold chain out with a gold charm hanging from it. "Your Old Man was given this after winning his first fight, and now, I'm giving it to you." He said, latching the shiny necklace around my neck. I looked at the charm in my palm like it was the most precious thing in the world.
"That's a boxing glove, Mickie." BC said, now closer to us and farther from the couch. Saber was in her lap, chewing on her finger.
"Like, Old Man's?" I chirped, looking up from the charm.
"Just like it." He smiled sweetly, his eyes looking down at me.
I smiled widely and threw my arms around his neck, standing on his legs to boost myself up naturally. I buried my face in his neck, smelling the one smell I knew as home. Spearmint gum, Irish Spring soap, and cologne.
"Thank you, Old Man." I said into his neck.
"Like I said; only the best for my favorite Rugrat." He laughed and then pulled me off his neck. "Ready to play?" I nodded vigorously and then suddenly I was getting a nuggie to the head.
My cheeks were damp, tears slowly rolling from my eyes. I clutched onto the necklace charm tightly as the memory filled my head. Saber, the Old Man, BC, Mom, and Dad were all back at home and I didn't know where I was. Did they even know I was gone? Were they even home yet? She would look a clock, but it probably wasn't the same time here as it was back home. I wanted to go home and curl up on the couch with Saber and the Old Man and watch a football match or whatever sport was on TV. I wanted to eat whatever BC made for dinner and then go to bed in my comfy sweatpants and t-shirt and cuddle up with Saber. I just wanted to be home period.
"Looks like we've got a trespasser, boys." I snapped up, sadness replaced with anger and adrenaline.
-Beck-
"Are you kidding me?" I roared, wanting to pull my hair out. "Rory, when was the skate park built?" I snapped, slightly scaring little boy blue in the process.
"After the old one was torn down. Why?" He gulped.
"When was that torn down?" I growled.
"Like a year or two after we were born." He was shaking, trying to stay on my good side.
"Dammit!" I yelled. "Does Mickie know where the old park was?"
"Beck, I don't think she'd be skating right now." Rory reasoned. "She'd be looking for us, if she's even here."
"Of course she's here you idiot!" I snapped, snatching him up by his shirt collar.
"A rowdyruff beating up on his own brother." Someone said smugly. "That's refreshing."
"And who the hell are yo-" I stopped immediately. Eyes wide and my mouth suddenly dry, I starred at the nosy interrupter.
"Is that Mrs. Wyatt?" Rory, just as shocked as I was, asked quietly.
In front of us was a short haired Mickie. Her hair was jet black and styled in a shaggy bob, her skin naturally olive tan and her eyes a piercing lime green. A black tank-top hugged her torso and a green crop top hung from her shoulders, ripped up black skinny jeans clung to her legs and a pair of loose combats covered her feet. A thick leather bracelet hung on her wrist a long with a few silver rings on her fingers. A green charm hung from a chain around her neck and several silver hoops and bars were on her ears.
"Oh, don't let me interrupt." She smirked. "It's nice to see you do my job for a change."
"Uh, does she think-"
"Uh huh." I answered Rory, knowing exactly what was about to fly out of his mouth. I dropped my grip on his shirt and let my hand fall down to my side. I was too afraid to move and too shocked to speak.
"Buttercup, why'd you-" Bubbles. Freaking Mrs. Diamond dropped in. "Oh, it's the Rowdyruff Boys." She said sweetly and let her feet hit the ground.
"No their not." I tensed up, now completely and utterly frozen in my place. Nonna?
A fair skinned teenage girl floated above her friends. Her long coppery hair falling along her back and her pink eyes putting the fear of God in me. Her makeup was done modestly, her pink shirt and black skirt fit appropriately, and her black flats were simple. It was Nonna for sure. I wanted to drop dead and also hug her and tell her I was a little scared at the same time.
"What do you mean? Of course their the rowdy-"
"Buttercup, look at them! He isn't wearing a hat," not my fault the man won't part with the damn thing! " and this one's eyes aren't as dark as Boomer's." She pointed out, thankfully.
"Ok, if they aren't Dipstick and Red who are they?" Buttercup glared, popping her gum in the process.
"Why don't we ask them." Of course, Bubbles asked that.
"Alright then. Who are you." Nonna demanded...not asked.
"I'm Beck and this is Rory." I spoke quickly, avoiding eye contact.
"Well, Beck and Rory, what seems to be the problem?" She asked, hand on her hip and here expression telling me not to bullshit her.
"We're looking for someone." Rory blurted out. I mentally face palmed and I imagined knocking him over the head several times...HARD!
"Who are you looking for?" Bubbles asked sweetly, a smile permanently attached to her face.
"No one important." I said, shooting a glare at Rory. I was so going to beat him into a pile of broken bone and mush later.
"Well, if this person is so unimportant, then why were you yelling and cursing. Not to mention, ready to knock the hell out of your friend here." Buttercup said. Why does it always have to be a green that calls me out on the Bullshit?
"We're looking for a friend, but it's obvious she isn't here." I sighed.
"Who are your parents? Shouldn't you be in school?" Nonna raised a brow.
"Our parents aren't here and we don't go to school." I snapped, a little guilty for yelling at my grandmother. "And aren't you supposed to be in school? You the same age we are."
"We have our reasons, twerp." Buttercup snarled, cracking her fingers. Shit.
"What do you mean your parents aren't here?" Bubbles and Nonna asked simultaneously.
"Exactly that." I was starting to get a headache. Why couldn't we have run into Nonno and the rowdies? They don't ask a whole lot of questions. "Our parents aren't here. We're by ourselves."
The three were silent then. Buttercup was glaring, probably aching to fight-which I prayed that wouldn't happen, Bubbles and Nonna were looking at each other and then us and then back to each other. I had a hunch they were talking with eye contact and were coming up with something...something I personally wasn't going to like. Buttercup looked over at them and frowned. Suddenly her face fell and she looked at me and Rory again.
"Shit," She muttered and rolled her eyes.
"What?" Rory was confused...like always.
"They want us to go with them." I muttered.
"Why?" He asked, looking at me now.
"Because they're heroes and they can't let two minors go without supervision and shelter." I rolled my eyes and smacked him in the back of his head. "This is your fucking fault."
"Come on, boys. The Professor is going to want to meet you!" Bubbles cheered and started floating.
Following behind the light colors of pink, green, and blue, I swore to myself that somehow we were going to get out of this, find Mickie, and get the hell back to our own time. Because this shit is freaking me out, and if seeing Nonna like this is bad then seeing Nonno at the age eighteen is going to be freaking horrible.
-Mickie-
"Looks like we've got a trespasser, boys." My heart was beating pretty fast and my veins were pumping adrenaline, but I wasn't ready for what I was about to see.
"Shit, dude, she's crying." Little boy blue senior stated.
"I was crying, dipshit." I snapped. Shock was not about to get the best of me.
In front of me stood not only Brick Nichols and Boomer Diamond, but my Old Man...as a teenager. His black hair was pitch dark like mine, but it was spiked in the front and the back was covered with a black beanie. He had a scar across his nose-which was thinner and less noticeable in my present time-and his facial hair wasn't visible or even existent. A silver piercing was noticeable from his right brow and his face and body looked way younger and fit than him at the age 48. I noticed that his shirt and jumper were both black and so was his ripped up jeans, but his belt was green and the hood and bottom of his jumper were dark green. His black converses were worn down, but it went with his apparel. He wasn't my Old Man, he was Butch Wyatt of the Rowdyruff boys...and not when they were three of the heroes of Townsville. No, this was Butch Wyatt of the Rowdyruff boys, three of the worst villains of Townsville.
"You still cried." The Old Man smirked...arrogantly. He must be where I get shit like that from. "What you lost, crybaby?" He mocked, snapping my temper in two.
"Why don't you come say that to my face?" I snapped, hands already aglow.
"Buttercup?" He raised a brow. "Since when is your hair long?"
"That's not Buttercup, Butch." Brick muttered. "Who are you and why are you on Rowdyruff territory?" Smart move, Red.
"I needed a place to crash, and I figured an old abandon place is the best place to do just that." I retorted-not completely lying either.
"This isn't abandoned, girly." Butch-aka the young and arrogant Old Man-growled.
"Well, it's a dump. Sorry for assuming!" I snapped back.
"Where are your parents, Kid?" Red asked, eyes occasionally looking up to make sure the bright streaks of pink, green, and blue weren't heading this way.
"I wasn't followed by them." I said, getting his full attention.
"Who are you?" He glared.
"Mickie." I simply answered, leaving my last name out of it.
"Mickie who?" Boomer spoke up.
"That's for me to know and you to never find out." I growled, arms folded and eyes glaring.
"Brick, she has no where to go." Boomer spoke quietly. "Maybe we should-"
"Hell no! Not going to happen, boy blue!" That's where I got that from!
"Butch, he has a point." Brick muttered. "Plus, she knows where we sleep now. We can't have her going to the Powderpuffs and spilling the beans."
"What does spilled beans have anything to do with this?" Boomer stupidly asked.
"He means letting your secret, genius." I rolled my eyes, letting them know I could hear them.
They all three shot me a look, especially the Old Man. He was trying to pin point where he'd seen me before, but what he didn't realize it was in a mirror. I was the exact mix between him and BC's genetic codes. I was the perfect mixture between the two, and I was a product of their son and a mortal. Shows how strong those Wyatt genes are people!
"Look, I'll find another place to sleep." I huffed. "Sorry for 'trespassing'." I put air-quotes around the word 'trespassing' and turned to leave. A little disappointed I'd have to leave my house...even though it's a fucking dump in this day-and-age.
"Rugrat," I froze, eyes wide. I turned slowly, looking at him in shock and amazement. "You can stay for awhile, but you get in the way of our shit than you're out. Got it?" Butch snapped, hands shoved into his pockets and his eyes trying to hold seriousness and intimidation, but failing to do so. I slowly nodded and watched him storm into the Complex, shock still written across my face.
Rugrat. That's the Old Man's nickname for me, but that's my 48-year-old grandfather who calls me that. Not an eighteen year old bad ass with a ego problem. Tears stung my eyes once again, but the green arrogance in me kicked in and there was no way in hell I was actually going to allow these three eighteen year old boys see me cry. I swallowed the lump in my throat and let the bad ass seep in and take over my entire being. I followed Boy Blue and Red into the Complex.
The place was definitely different from the home I knew and loved. The main floor wasn't all decorated in news paper articles and pictures of all three generations, there were no chairs or TV, and there definitely wasn't a cozy living room feeling to the main floor like there is in 2045. In fact there was torn gold velvet wall paper, a rotting floor, flickering lights, and a few wires hanging out here and there. We got to the first floor, the Diamond house as I knew it to be, but in 2015 it was a leaky AC unity, creaky floored, damp and dark place. No one got out. The second floor, or the Nichols house as I knew it, was where everyone piled out. The floors were ok and the walls were just white, not the same red and grey color I knew them to be. The window was open and everything wooden was dulled and discolored due to the constant contact with the sun. The furniture was old and mismatched, not the same tan couch with matching arm chairs and foot rests. I looked upstairs and the carpet was dulled and an odd brownish color.
"We sleep here, but there's two other floors you can sleep in if you want." Boomer offered.
"Can I see the third floor?" I asked lightly.
"Sure, but we're going to go grab something to eat in a little while." Brick shrugged. "If you want to eat, you might want to make it a quick trip."
"I will." I muttered and started for the elevator.
I went up to the third level, my home, and my heart broke when I saw it's condition. Instead of the green, white, and black walls I had grown up surrounded by there were dull and discolored cracked walls. There were no furniture where there's normally a black leather couch and armchairs, a coffee table, family TV, dinning room, and fully stocked kitchen. The floor was cracked and discolored in sports from water damage, and the two rooms downstairs had broken or cracked doors. I went up stairs and grimaced at the stained tan carpet and the water damage spots. I went into Mom and Dad's room and saw exactly the same thing downstairs. BC and Old Man's room was cracked, dull, discolored, filled with water damaged, and made me want to cry. But my room was the heart shattering moment. My room was painted dark green with black trim normally, but the walls here were water damaged and cracked, the floor was creaky, damaged, and dulled, my door was cracked and hanging off the hinges. I traced where there was normally a M hanging on the white cracked door. The light was gone and there was wires hanging from the spot in the ceiling, which was also cracked and water damaged. I bit my lip and fought back the tears. I ran a hand in the empty space where there should be a black vanity, hugged myself when I walked past the area where there should have been a black dressing screen and a million vintage necklaces and leather bracelets hanging from hooks on the nearby wall, I ran a hand through my hair as I passed the closet that was normally stocked with grey, black, and green clothes. I sank against the wall where my bed normally was. I missed the comfy black and green covers and my big fluffy black pillows. I brought my knees up to my chest and put my head on them, trying to force myself to stop crying.
"I wanna go home." I choke out weakly.
-Rory-
Beck and I had to follow Nana and Mrs. Wyatt and Mrs. Nichols to the professor's lab. He was standing over something, looking into it. Beck would know what he was doing. Beck's smart like that. I missed Mickie. She's normally the one keeping things lively and fun. Beck's always serious and mean when she's gone. She brought the fun out in everyone...well, she brings the relaxing and safe feeling and that made things fun. I hoped she was ok, where ever she was. I knew she can hold her own, and no one can really stand against Mickie in a fight, but we were in 2015. She could run into the Rowdyruff boys and they weren't their loving grandfather selves here. They're the bad guys here.
"Rory, what are you doing?" Beck quietly snapped, eyeing my figiting thumbs.
"Do you think Mickie's ok right now?" I asked, praying she was.
"Mickie's tough. She's fine." Beck muttered, not believing himself.
"Yeah, but what if she runs into-"
"She can handle herself, Rory!" He snapped, furiously looking at me with those dark red irises. "We, however, are not thanks to you and your big mouth!" He was really mad at me this time. It's times like these when I wish Mickie was with us. She would have said something like, "Back down, Red. Little Boy Blue didn't mean to be an idiot. It's just in his DNA." And then she would have given me a big grin and ruffled my hair...even though she was shorter than me.
"Mickie wouldn't blame me." I muttered under my breath, looking down at my feet.
"What was that, genius?" Beck snapped.
"I said Mickie wouldn't blame me!" I retorted, angry now. "You always blame me, but this time it's actually your fault. You're the one going around town yelling and cursing and attracting unneeded attention!" Beck was taken aback, not expecting Boy Blue to snap a gasket. If Mickie was here she would have given me a shocked look and then smiled and crossed her arms over her chest and watched me go off on Beck. Boy, would she be proud of me.
"It's not my fault that Mickie wasn't there when we woke up, and it's not my fault we can't find her! I wish she was here, because if she was you wouldn't be this angry ticking time bomb I have to tip toe around!" I was huffing by the end of my rant, but I mentally gave myself a pat on the back for standing up to my leader.
"Who's Mickie?"Mrs. Wyatt asked, arms crossed and eye brow raised. Jeez, did she look like Mickie.
"She's the friend we were looking for." I answered, daring Beck to yell at me for tell the truth.
"Well, we'll find your friend, but in the meantime you two are going to stay in the upper rooms here at Professor Utonium's lab." Mrs. Nichols ordered. I nodded in obedience, use to taking orders from a Nichols, but Beck just sat and stared. The silent follower apparently.
"You two will be up at six tomorrow morning and ready for school at six-thirty." She continued. "We'll pick you up and take you to school then."
Mrs. Nichols gave her orders and then left with Nana and Mrs. Wyatt. I watched as they left and then looked at the Professor. He really was a strange man as Gramps use to describe him. His lab coat fell to the floor, his hair was messy and white and black, and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. Beck asked for our rooms and all he did was point up. I shrugged it off and followed behind Beck.
Mickie, please be safe. I thought and followed in silence.
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