Hey guys! So, last time Mickie bonded with both Brick and Butch. Even shared a total grease ball moment with Butchy boy himself. Beck made a new friend and Rory had to suffer Mechanics. Beck and Rory spotted Mickie in the cafeteria and that's where we left off my lovely readers.

So, without further a due, let's make it do what it do-

-Mickie-

The mystery meat looked ten times worse here in 2015. I went with the salad bar and loaded my tray with lettuce, spinach, black olives, tomatoes, cheese, onions, and Italian dressing. I was really hoping I'd get my protein that night when Brick decided on dinner, because I get cranky when I'm meat deprived. I sat next to Brick and across from Butch and Boomer at the table. Butch was inhaling the probably toxic food, Boomer was playing with his brown glop, and Brick was eating an apple and reading.

"So, Brick, did you hear about those new kids?" Boomer suddenly asked, pushing his tray aside.

"Wah wave wew wids?" Butch asked with a mouth full.

"What?" Boomer looked at him.

"He said 'We have new kids?'." I translated boredly. I got a raised brow and I shrugged, "My family is mostly boys like Butch."

"Well, yeah, we got these two new kids and everyone's saying they look like me and Brick." Boomer explained. "Apparently, Professor Utonium decided to house these two boys and enrolled them here." I dropped my fork, which thankfully went unnoticed by the boys.

Beck and Rory. They were here? Where? I started looking around, but I didn't see anybody. I didn't see a redhead or a dumb blonde that fit their description. I went back to eating and casually looking around, trying to see if I could spot them. Boomer continued to talk about how they were apparently just like them-which no one had any clue as to how much they really were alike-and Butch and Brick listening closely.

"Think it's some punks mocking us?" Butch asked, ready to jump into a brawl.

"Nah, just some kids the school thinks looks like us." Brick shrugged and looked at me. "What are you looking for, Mickie?"

"Oh, uh, just...um...just trying to see if I can spot them." I answered. "I mean, if they look that much like you guys I think it might be interesting." I shrugged, playing it off...terribly.

"Sure," Brick said suspiciously and turned back to his brothers. "I'm thinking we bail on the rest of the day." He said.

"But Rugrat and I have detention after school." Butch spoke up.

"So make it up tomorrow." Brick ordered and got up. "Come on, let's go shop for some clothes for Mickie."

-Rory-

"They're leaving." I muttered. "Beck, they're leaving." I tugged on his sleeve, trying to speak as quietly as I could.

"Who's leaving?" Mrs. Wyatt asked. Damn! She turned around and watched Mr. Nichols and the rest of the Ruffs walk out the door. "The Rowdyruff boys? They always ditch. No biggie." She shrugged and jammed another forkful of mystery meat in her mouth. "I Vo vonder vho ve vew virl vis vough."

"Oh, you mean the girl in the cute dress?" Nana cheered. "I have her in my third period class. Her name is Mickie."

"Mickie what?" Mrs. Nichols chimed in, looking up from her book.

"I don't know." Nana shrugged. "I heard she already has a detention because she refused to give Mr. Tanner her last name."

"Oh yeah! I heard she totally ripped the windbag a new one." Mrs. Wyatt smirked. "Thank God someone finally did."

"Buttercup!" Mrs. Nichols snapped and glared at the green claded Puff. "Anyways, I wonder why she'd befriended the Rowdyruff Boys."

"Or why they befriended her." Buttercup added in.

Beck and I looked at each other and then back at them. Blossom was looking at us intently and looked deep into thought.

"Wasn't the friend you were looking for named Mickie?" Sometimes I hate how fast Reds catch on.

"Yes." Beck nodded.

"And was that her?" Nana raised a brow.

"...Yes." I answered. "Before you go and get all twisted about this, let me remind you that we got separated from her!" I quickly said before I could get pummeled by one of the only two people in history I've seen beat Mickie in a fight.

"Please explain further." Blossom encouraged, surprisingly really calm.

"Look, all we know is one second we're headed to school and the next we wake up from a knock out here." Beck waved his arms around, gesturing to this whole time. "Rory and I woke up not far from Mojo Jojo's Volcano, but Mickie wasn't with us. You three picked us up when we were in the middle of looking for her. She must have ran into the boys in some kind of similar manner, and they decided to help her."

"The Rowdyruff Boys don't just help people." Buttercup snorted. "She must have kicked their asses into helping her or something." She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest. "I would have paid good money to see some random chic take down Butchie Boy."

"Buttercup," Blossom sighed, "stay on the subject please."

"Yeah, BC, I wanna know where she got that dress." Mrs. Nichols pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance with my Nana and Mrs. Wyatt. We blues and greens aren't easy people to keep on topic.

"She probably made it." Beck shrugged.

"Made it?!" Nana shrieked.

"Yeah, Rory's Nana taught her how to do shit like that a long time ago." Beck, once AGAIN, shrugged and rolled his eyes. "She got tired of seeing Mickie dress like a boy, and showed her ways on how to look tough and pretty all at once."

"A very smart woman." Nana cheered. She had no idea...

"Ok, so your friend was with you when you were actually 'knocked out', but when you woke up here in Townsville, she wasn't with you anymore." Mrs. Nichols proceeded to change the subject back to the matter that really held importance.

"Sort of, yeah." Beck nodded.

"What do you mean by 'sort of'." Mrs. Wyatt raised a brow and leaned closer.

"Well, we were already in Townsville..." Beck started and looked at me, "thirty-five years into the future."

-Mickie-

Shopping with the Ruffs is probably the freaking best thing ever. No one asks for money, I get shit for free, and I have personal bitch to boss around in each story I go in. Being feared is way fucking better than being 'respected'. So far, we have been in Hot Topic, Spencer's, Black Heart, and even into Rue 21. I have a whole fucking closet worth of clothes, but I spared everyone on the shoes thing. I only needed my trusty combats and nothing else.

"Don't you think that maybe we have enough here?" Butch groaned.

"Uh, I have to make one more stop." I bit my nail.

"Victoria-"

"No!" Butch snapped. "No way in hell! Nuh uh, not going to fucking happen!"

"But I have to." I argued back. "Look, I can't just have one bra! I have to at least have like two or three. And BTW the one I'm wearing now is in major need of a fucking wash. Which means I need a new one while I wash this one." I yelled and showed the black strap of my currently in-use bra.

"Girls are fucking weird!" Butch ran a hand through his hair and nearly pulled it out. "Can't you just go in there and walk out with one. Why do we have to go with?"

"Because they'll make her pay if we aren't with her." Brick pointed out, not really effected by the whole bras-and-thongs atmosphere.

"So? Just fucking pay." Butch rolled his eyes.

"Just fucking pay?! Do you not know how much Victoria Secret anything is? A fucking cheap bra is still like forty bucks! And that's a cheap one!" I was livid. I really just wanted to grab a pair of lace thongs and put the things on his head. I wanted to see him freak out like a little girl. "I didn't think someone who 'pulled major ass' would mind seeing a few bras and thongs. I thought you'd be use to it." I mocked and put a hand on my hip. "Or are you full of shit about that to?"

I smirked when I saw his face shut down. He glared at me for a minute and turned and walked away. He came back only seconds later and shoved a black bra in my hands.

"Here." He snapped.

"But you don't even know-"

"Thirty-four double D." He cut me off. "Am I wrong?"

I was as red as Brick's hat. How did he- But he's my- Oh fucking gross! I subconsciously started to cover myself, but all I did was make Butch snort in amusement.

"Oh don't flatter yourself, sweetie. I've seen enough girls to know that I girl with a tiny width like yours is a thirty-four anything and I also know that you're a double D solely on the fact that no one can fill out a shirt of mine like that unless they are a double D." He crossed his arms in victory and awaited my response.

"But you didn't get the right-"

"It's a Victoria Secret perfect fit. Trust me, it's the right type." He rolled his eyes and pushed a dark green one in my hand as well. "You said at least two or three. I got you two new bras, so there. Now, let's get the fuck out of here!"

-Buttercup-

Everyone of us were extremely shocked about the whole Rory and Beck future bull shit, and we all didn't believe it. But Professor U confirmed it for us. Blossy and Bubs decided to stick around and ask them a few questions, which little red hood decided to pick and choose cautiously which ones to answer and which ones to refuse to answer. Somehow, that little dark haired girl fit into all of this too, but of course she was with Butch and the Ruffs.

I stuck around for the interrogation, but after three hours and thousands of rejected questions, I decided to leave. I went home and took a quick shower and got dressed into something else. I just threw on a pair of my gray sweatpants and rolled up the top some, and then threw on a black t-shirt. I waited until my parents went to bed and then I took off into the night.

I went down the to the park and perched myself up in one of the trees. I laid back and chilled, waiting on someone to arrive.

"Damn, he is always fucking late!"

-The Complex-

A few days pass and everyone is doing ok. Boomer and Mickie sit in front of the TV watched random things and Brick is in his room reading. Butch is in the kitchen making something for him and everyone to eat. Of course, normally they'd be going out to eat, but Brick decided to stay in this one time. It was snowing and no one wanted to get out in that. The boys had gone out a few days before, caused some slight havoc and got into a battle with the Puffs of course. Mickie stayed home, not really comfortable with the actual crime shit.

Mickie stretched and yawned real loud. It was kind of late in the afternoon, she had attended a really boring detention and even had to fly all the way back to the Complex. She had thought about taking a nap when she got there, but Boomer had Cartoon Network on and all the 'good' shows as Butch put it were on. Some big marathon of Johnny Bravo, My Life As A Teenage Robot, Courage The Cowardly Dog, and some other various shows were on back-to-back. Mickie had to admit that these shows killed, no, massacred the ridiculous shows that came on in 2050.

"So, Mickie, what do you think?" Butch came in with a bowl of something yummy smelling and defiantly greasy...Mickie's favorite.

"These shows are fucking ridiculously good." She smirked and grabbed the bowl from her young grandfather.

"Well, they're the freaking best. All the other shit on Disney and Teen Nick are absolute crap." Boomer pipped in.

"You're absolutely right." Mickie yawned and devoured the whole bowl in minutes. "I'd love to watch more, but I've got to catch some Z's." She stretched and stood up. Normally, she slept on the couch, but they were occupying as of present.

"You can take my room." Butch said. "I'll take the couch tonight." He looked up from the screen, smiling slightly.

"You sure?" Mickie raised a brow. Butch had defiantly warmed up to her, no doubt, but Butch's room was his sacred place. Mickie hadn't stepped one foot in there since she had to make his t-shirt into a dress. Every morning she got ready in the bathroom now and slept on the couch with the foot rests pushed up next to it.

"Yeah, good ahead." He shrugged. "I think I'm going to stay up and watch the marathon anyways."

Mickie shrugged and gave him a "Whatever", before giving Boomer a quick hug-which was a nightly thing-and Butch a fist bump and let him ruffle her hair. The both told her goodnight and went back to mindlessly watch the screen. Before going to bed, Mickie stopped by Red's room and knocked lightly. No one answered of course. When Brick, or Beck or Blossom or Nina for that matter, started reading, there was no way they'd hear something so small as a knock. So, she opened the door slightly and tossed a rolled up sock at the redhead.

"Hm?" He looked up, book slightly closed. "Whatsup?" He groggily asked.

"Nothing." Mickie shook her head. "I'm going to bed, just wanted to say goodnight and let you know that Butch is letting me sleep in his room tonight."

"Alright. Good night." Brick smirked and then went back to his book. Mickie closed the door quietly and went down the hall to the last door. Butch's room was dark green and black everything. It was the male version of her room in 2050. She curled up under the sheets and let the darkness consume her and drag her blissfully in the land of dreams.

Ok guys, that's it for now. I know it's late and all, but I had a whole lot of shopping to do yesterday and today. Promise a new one tomorrow and keep those reviews coming in. I like knowing how you're enjoying the story and I like to know your views on it as well. Tell me what you thing should happen, and hey! I'm going to let you guys decided on how Mickie finds Rory and Beck. Just leave a review for me by the tomorrow and I'll incorporate it.

With all of my love, Until next type-