Chapter Four is coming at you now. I love the reviews and I looooove that this story is keeping me busy. Here you go-

-Mickie-

"Hey, kid!" I shot up, wiping any evidence of my crying from my face. "Kid-" Butch stopped when he came into what was is my room in the distant future.

"What?" I snapped, wiping the last of the tears away from my eyes.

"What's with you and crying?" He asked, eye brow raised.

"I don't think that's your business." I rolled my eyes and looked away from him. It was odd to look at the Old Man like this and it was beginning to get the best of me.

"Brick says were leaving to eat." He said through gritted teeth. "Are you coming or not?"

I looked at him finally, a glare clear across my face. I walked towards him and pushed his shoulder back as I walked past him. I rolled my eyes and angrily made my way for the elevator. I waited for him to enter the metal trap before closing the gates and starting it for the second level. Brick and Boomer were sitting on the couch, one mindlessly watching the TV and the other reading a book.

Beck and Rory.

My heart ached as I remember that I was separated from the two. Beck would be sitting in Brick's place, reading some classic novel written in older, more intelligent English. Rory would be sitting on the couch, watching TV and stuffing his face with something Bubbles or Blossom had made for him. I missed Rory's ridiculously goofy smile and I missed Beck's small smirk that he allowed to show only when reading or something very similar. I almost thought it was them, but Brick was wearing a red flannel shirt and a black leather jacket...not Beck's warm hooded jumper. Boomer was wearing a blue jumper and jeans...not exactly a Rory outfit.

Butch cleared his throat and got a bored look from Brick and a joyous look from Boomer. I threw a peace sign up as a wave hello and then jammed my hands into my back jean pockets.

"You two almost look like twins." Boomer blurted. I gave him a glare and Butch gave him a death glare.

"He's right." Brick said flatly. "Its the hair and eyes." He pointed out, giving a smirk. Boy, did Beck look like him.

"Can we just go eat?" I snapped, seriously hungry and feeling the awkwardness.

So, for dinner Brick-being the leader and all-decided we'd have burgers. The joint was in downtown Townsville...the bad part of town of course. Brick had his aviators on, Boomer's hands were in his jumper pocket, and Bucth's hood was resting on his head and headphones in his ears. I stayed close to the trio. Boomer had allowed me to barrow one of his black zip-up jumpers, which i gladly took and put over my flannel and tank-top. In 2045 it was barely October, which meant the air was still pretty warm. Here in 2015 it was December and the wind was icy cold and relentless.

"So, what's this place called again?" I asked to any of the three who were listening.

"Fat Boy's." Brick muttered.

"Best greasy beef in Townsville and Cityville." Boomer smiled at me, giving me a thumbs up.

I smiled slightly. He was just like Rory, which made me very soft-hearted towards him. I was a little worried about Rory. If he was on his own, then he was somewhere scared and alone-something Rory wasn't good at being. Alone I mean. And if he was Beck, then I was sure that Beck was blaming Rory for something and picking on him. I mean, all the Diamonds were easy targets for teasing and picking on, but I hated seeing Beck do that to Rory. After all, Rory was the youngest and the baby of the group. I had an sense of responsibility for him.

Anyways, we walked into the burger place and took a booth in the far left. I sat between Brick and the wall and straight across from Butch. I looked over the menu, but the only thing that sounded like it would seas my hunger was the Triple Cheese Grease Master. It was a triple cheese burger with three thick beef patties with tomato, lettuce, onion, and mushrooms on a sesame seed bun. Awesome right? When asked for drink orders, I just asked for a Pepsi...seeing as it was my absolute favorite drink...but of course Butch ordered it as well. I got a suspicious glance from Brick, making me squirm in Boomer's jumper and awkwardly shifted my weight.

We were given our food and I dug in, only stopping to breath when necessary. I know if I had ran into BC and the Puffs I would have been given odd looks, but here with the ruffs it was perfectly normal to eat like an animal. I chugged my Pepsi, wiping my mouth with my sleeve, and stuffing my face full of fries. Boomer was texting someone, Butch was going to town on his burger, and Brick looked like he was contemplating something. I frowned at the similarities between him and Beck. His lips were in a tight line and his eyes were narrow and glaring at nothing in particular. Beck looked just like that when he was thinking hard about something.

"Whatcha thinking about, Boss?" Butch asked, eyebrows furrowed and chin dripping with grease.

"School," He muttered and then looked down at me. "You don't go to John Adams, do you?" He narrowed his eyes, trying to remember if I was in any of his classes.

Yes, I actually do. "No." I shook my head, taking another bite out of my burger.

"Do you go to school?" He asked.

Yes. "You can say I use to I guess." I shrugged, playing the whole things off.

"What are you thinking, Brick?" Butch was more serious, his burger was even put down.

"Well, if we want Pinky and her gang off Mickie's trail, then we have to get her enrolled." He muttered, biting the top of a fry.

"At John Adams?" Boomer pipped in, phone now face-down on the table.

"No, at Cityville High. Yes, at John Adams!" Brick snapped. He looked down at me, eyes narrowed. I gulped, shifting my weight again.

-Beck-

Rory was still mad at me when I woke up the next morning. I can't blame him I guess, but he still needed to get over it. I was his leader, and what I say goes. Mickie wasn't here and it was messing with the both of us, and we'd officially been away from home for a full day. I wondered if Nonna and Nonno had realized what happened yet, or if they were just out looking for us. I shrugged the thought off, and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was messy and terribly matted. I grabbed the only brush I saw and tried to get all the mats and knots out. I pulled back the front pieces of hair and tied them into a small dog-tail looking ponytail. I grabbed my jumper and pulled it on after pulling a pair of jeans Professor U. put out for me. I put my converses on from yesterday then popped my hood up.

I saw Rory in his room. He was dressed and ready to go, but he was sitting on his bed, looking at something in his wallet. I stepped closer to the door out of curiosity, but I couldn't see exactly what he was looking at. So, I knocked on the door and pushed it open even further. He looked up and then rolled his eyes.

"What?" He snapped.

"Whatcha looking at, Ror?" I asked, easing my way into the room.

"A picture." He muttered, and looked back down at his wallet. I peaked over his shoulder and saw it. That picture was taken years ago.

It was years ago, just another day the Wyatt's boxing place-The Ring. Mickie had just got done practice with her grandfather, Rory and I had just got there. Mickie was wearing her black shorts and green sleeveless with a black strip through the middle. Her hair was short back then, it didn't go past the middle of her neck. I had that old baseball cap on, I had parted with that thing once it was too small to wear. It was forward and my little dog-tail was sticking out the back of it. I was wearing one of my many red and black shirts I had owned back then. Rory was dressed pretty similar, his hair was just a little short back then and little more controlled than it is now a days.

"Monster, your buddies are her!" BC called out, her hands still gloved from her workout. "Butch, you've got a new student." She said, walking away with her husband.

Butch had ruffled Mickie's hair before he left her with us, and Mickie was taking the wraps off her hands and ankles when we approached her. Her hair was pulled back in a very small dog-tail and she had a forming bruise on her right arm and left cheek, but that was pretty normal to see on her practice days. Back then she wasn't allowed to practice as much as she does now. She was only given 2 out of 7 days a week. Now she practices 6 out of 7 days a week.

"How'd practice go, Mickie?" Little Rory asked, a goofy smile spread across his face.

"Good." She said, paying close attention to her ankle wrap. "How was guitar and the library." She glanced up for a second.

"Good." "Great." Rory and I said at the same time. I muttered and Rory cheered, but that's just how opposite the two of us are and were.

"Cool." She smirked and reached into her bag. She retrieved her necklace and latched it behind her neck. Her Old Man had given it to her a few years before, and she only parted with the thing when she practiced. When she was dressed she went back around the front desk and looked in one of the drawers for the key to the back room. We went back there and watched movies for the rest of the day. By the time it was time to go, we were all asleep. Mickie was in between Rory and I, laying on her back with one arm across her chest and the other flailed out above her head. Rory and I were laying on our sides, one arm under our heads and the other stretched out across Mickie. BC had snapped a picture and printed a bunch of copies of it.

The memory made me smile slightly. We had fallen asleep after we had all wrestled-Mickie coming out the champion of course. I reached in the back of my pocket and retrieved my wallet. I looked down at the two pictures in it. One was the same one Rory had, but the other was taken of us last year. Mickie had stolen my beanie and I was made at her. Rory was laughing at us, being his joyous self as always. Mickie had the beanie pulled down over her eyes and a big tooth smile was across her face. I was glaring at her, with Rory in-between us looking at me laughing. My mom had taken the picture and printed copies off for everyone. I stashed the picture in my wallet shortly after Mom had given it to me.

"I miss her too." I said softly, not taking my eyes off the picture.

If she was here she'd be rolling her eyes and calling us pansies or babies for being so sappy and 'dramatic' as she would put it. She'd be wearing that smirk she always had and her eyes would be the same fun-loving dark green I had always known them to be.

"They're upstairs." I heard the Professor say and I suddenly snapped out of my touchy-feely moment.

"Let's go." I told Rory, and left the room.

I couldn't believe I had let myself get like that. Nonno and Nonna would want me to focus on getting home.

-Mickie-

"You're kidding, right?" I raised a brow.

"Just put it on." Butch rolled his eyes.

He had given me a pair of sweats that were three sizes to big and a shirt that was even bigger. There was no way I was wearing that, and there was no way I was wearing what I slept in. He was wearing camo jeans with a chain latched onto them, a black shirt with giant tears in the sides, and the golden boxing glove necklace. I stared at the necklace for a minute, then checked to make sure mine was hidden well under my tank-top.

"That's all we have." Brick came walking in. He had on black jeans, a regular red short, and his leather jacket. It's not really necessary to say he was wearing his red snapback...he wore it ever day even at the age 48.

"Well, I'm not wearing it." I retorted.

"Look, well get you more clothes later, but this is all we have to offer right now." Brick pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to compromise with me.

I looked down at the shirt. It was a regular dark green t-shirt that would fall down to at least mid-thigh on me. I had an idea, but I would need one of the boys to make a quick run for some leggings. If I could talk them into that, I would be golden. If one of them couldn't grab me some leggings, then I could still make my idea work.

"Do you have some scissors?" I raised a brow.

I had taken the dress and cut one 20 degree horizontal gap in each side. I pulled the bottom right corner through the left gap and then put the shirt on. It was now a twist t-shirt dress and it showed the curves in my side well. I pulled my loose top combat boots on and ran a hand through my hair. I did't want to be mistaken as teenage BC again, so I tied it up in a high ponytail with the only black hair tie I had. I didn't have any makeup with me, but I still had mascara on my lashes and my lips were naturally really red-pink, so I guess I could go without makeup. I flattened the bottom of my new dress and I looked one more time in Brick's mirror.

"Thank you, BC, for my rockin' bod!" I muttered in arrogance to myself and then opened the door.

All three turned around and looked me up and down. I was slightly disturbed since I know all three of them as old men, and one was my grandfather, but I smiled. Butch's face fell and he looked a little annoyed.

"Man, that was my favorite green shirt!" He cried out, throwing his hands up like a little kid.

"You have like three more of the same shirt." Boomer raised a brow.

"That's not the point, Boy Blue." Butch snapped. "Can she even go to school dressed like that anyways?"

"She's not wearing anything that breaks the code of conduct." Brick shrugged and pushed his aviators up the bridge of his nose. "Can you fly?"

"Yeah." I shrugged and demonstrated my floating abilities.

"Let's head out." He said and headed for the elevator.

-Rory-

I had to put on one of the Professor's old blue zip up jumpers. I had a black wife-beater on underneath it, but I was wishing I had one of my blue flannels or at least one of my long sleeve shirts. It was cold here! I was still a little sore at Beck, but I started to slowly get over it. Mrs. Nichols kept her word and picked us up early this morning. She told us to behave and even recited the school's code of conduct to us. It was funny when she recited to the clothing portion, because Mrs. Wyatt wasn't dressed very moderately. Her tights were black but transparent, her green jean shorts were short and frayed, her black t-shirt was cut and ended just above her belly-button, and her jean jacket was baggy and fell to her mid-thigh. She had platform boots on, but they went just to her ankle and they weren't any taller than maybe two inches. Nana was dressed nicely. She had on a light white long sleeve baggy crop sweater that fell over the top of her blue floral patterned high-waist skirt, her legging were solid black and probably extra thick for warmth, and her white boots went to her ankle. Mrs. Nichols was in an over sized sweater with leggings and knee length boots. Out of all of them, Mrs. Nichols was dressed the simplest.

Beck and I flew behind them, but we kept our distance. Beck was weirded out by seeing his teenage grandmother, and I have to admit, so was I. She was sweet and bubbly like she is back at home, but here she was slightly air-headed and it seemed a little odd to me. I was so use to her being in charge and keeping everyone in our family in line. Here, all she cared about was her outfits, being happy, animals, and saving Townsville.

We landed in front of John Adams and followed Mrs. Nichols into the school's office. She handed us our new schedules, which wasn't anything like my regular schedule. I had less Home Economics and Fine Art classes, and more classes like workshop and mechanics. I knew Beck wouldn't mind the classes, and if Mickie was here she'd love it, but I wasn't the handy-man kind of guy. I liked music, art, theatre, and things such as that. I sighed heavily and waited for further orders from my new red leader.

"Go to class and check in with us at lunch." She ordered and went about her way.

We didn't really need a tour and when Nana offered it, Beck turned it down and said we'd find our way alone. She shrugged it off, like she would at home, and turned to leave for her class. Mrs. Wyatt, however, stayed there in the office. She leaned against the assistant's desk, arm folded, and her eyes staring into the abyss. Beck and I looked at each other than back at her. Was she waiting on us? She looked at us and frowned.

"I'm not waiting on you." She snapped. "I have early morning detention." Yep, defiantly related to Mickie.

Beck rolled his eyes and pushed me out of the office by my head. I followed behind him, already knowing we had the same first period. I jammed my hands into my pockets and looked down at my feet. I wanted to go home. If I was home I'd be heading to Spanish III instead of Algebra II. I had already suffered through Algebra II, I didn't want to do it again. I'd also be talking to Raven and William right now, instead of having to tip toe around ticking-time-bomb Beck.

I guess I was unfortunately the most unlucky boy in Townsville.

-Mickie-

John Adams,

was exactly the same in 2015 as it was in 2045. Odd, that it hasn't changed in freaking like 35 years? You betcha.

Anyways, Red led us into the office and I went ridged when I saw the person leaning against the assistance desk...who also hasn't changed in 35 years by the way (Assistant). Average height, black nap neck length shaggy bob, lime green eyes, and a grungy outfit-that I would most defiantly wear. I hide behind Butch, hoping he wouldn't move and I wouldn't be exposed. He wasn't upset about the shit anymore, and he even volunteered to keep a close eye on me. Seemed as though he was warming up to me. He even had Brick stop at a outline mall and ran in to get me some insulated leggings-which I was extremely glad to have since the weather was below fucking freezing here. I flipped the collar of Butch's jean jacket up, attempting to hide my face, but it seemed too late.

"Are these boys bothering you?" BC asked. God, she looked great at 18.

"W-what?" I jumped, backing up accidentally into Boomer.

"No, we ain't, Butterbitch." Butch snapped and I flinched. You guys gotta remember that these two are my loving grandparents and Old Man has never called BC a harsh name. This was the first time I;ve seen them semi-hate each other, much less loath each other's existence.

"I wasn't talking to you, Twitch." She snapped back and looked back to me. "Are you ok?" Her face softened, she really thought they were going to harm me.

"Piss off, Puff." Brick butted in. "She's not being harmed or forced to do shit. She found us and decided to hang with us." His red eyes were calm, but he seemed so pissed.

"Why don't you let the girl talk for herself then, Red?" She snapped.

"I'm fine." I quickly said.

"Are you sure?" She raised a brow.

"I wouldn't be standing here if I wasn't." I rolled my eyes, fighting my urge to hug her or at least obey her demands. This is 2015 Buttercup, not 2045 BC.

"Ok, then." She huffed and went back to glaring at Butch. It broke my heart so much I had to look away. The history books weren't kidding when they said that the Rowdyruff boys and Powerpuff girls truly did hate each other once upon a time.

"Butch, get to detention." Brick snapped and handed me my new schedule, which I must say was damn near close to my old one. I couldn't wait for mechanics! "Mickie, you have first period with me." He muttered and 'led' the way. I knew the way to Room 12D, but hey! I couldn't let them know that.

Ok guys, I have to end it here. I know it's short, but I'll try and make the next chapter longer. I have winter break after tomorrow, which means more writing time.

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