OK, so I know it's been a really REALLY long time since I'm posted, but just so you know it's only because I've been surprisingly busy over my break. I am so going to make it up to you guys...

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

-Mickie-

If I could mentally kill someone right now, Beck and Rory would be obliterated and turn to ashes! And then I'd take those ashes and I'd throw them into the ocean so the fish could eat them! The Ruffs were behind me, like far behind me. I was fuming and going hundreds of miles an hour in the sky. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and destroy something all at the same time. I felt like setting something on fire or electrocuting something.

"Mickie, if you keep going your going to cross the Cityville boarder!" I heard one of the boys calls behind me.

"And superpowers are way beyond illegal there!" Someone else yelled.

I rolled my eyes and took a sharp turn and headed for the ground at an alarming speed. I left a trail of green fire behind me when I skidded across the field, burning a whole lot of farm land. I hit my knees and dug my fingers into the dirt. I let out so many volts that I'm sure one of the Ruffs would be burnt toast. The ground buzzed with green electricity and a few trees caught fire. I heard Brick give Boomer order to put it out, but I just kept setting the place a flame.

I soon ran out of energy and all the buzzing stopped. Boomer had put the trees out and Brick and Butch landed when they knew it to be safe. I just sat there, my fingers still buried deep in the dirt, on my knees, head down. Tears fell from my eyes and hit the ground, but they weren't sad tears, they were frustrated and angry tears. Why? Why would they not tell me this whole time that they were here? Why would they let me continue to search for them when they had already found me? Why?!

"They were waiting for us to be gone." Boomer said.

Had I said everything aloud?

"Nah man, they're just douches." Butch retorted.

"I really think they were waiting." Boomer muttered.

"Well, you're just naive, Boy Blue." Butch rolled his eyes.

I pulled my fingers out of the ground and sat up. I was a little more calm, but I was still ready to rip Rory and Beck's heads off. I looked up to Butch and Boomer arguing and then turned my attention to the more serious Brick. I knew what he was going to ask. I knew his suspicions had returned. I knew he had probably caught on by then.

"2050." I said.

"What?" Boomer and Butch turned their heads towards me, but I didn't look away from Brick's red eyes.

"That's the year I'm from. 2050." I explained and stood up, wiping my hands off on my shorts. "I was kidnapped and sent here along with Rory and Beck. That's their names by the way."

"I woke up in some ally and ran to the Complex as fast as I could. I live there in 2050 with my family and Beck and Rory's, but it looks different there. I live on the top level with my grandparents and my parents. We even own a Boxing gym called The Ring, but here it's that burger joint you took me to my first night here." I sighed. I wasn't holding anything back, I was going to tell them everything.

"What's you last name?" Brick demanded more than asked.

I looked over to Butch and said "Wyatt." He was shocked...of course.

"And the other two?" Brick demanded again.

"Rory Diamond and Beck Nichols." I turned to him, now glaring a little. "We're your grandchildren, not your children."

"Your parents must have had you young." Brick placed his index finger and thumb on his chin and pondered. Thinking of how this was possible.

"Well, you had them pretty young too. They were just following tradition, so to speak." I corrected him.

"And their mothers?" He looked up at me.

"Who do you think." I rolled my eyes.

"And your parents are both X children?" He raised a brow this time.

"No, one is human." I sighed and thought of Mom. I hadn't thought of her and Dad since I got here. I had thought of Old Man and BC a million times, but Mom and Dad not once. I missed Mom's spicy dark smelling perfume and the way she would randomly hug me and tell him how proud she was or how cute I was. I missed the way Dad would have random play fights with me and even the way he scolded me for getting yet another detention. I missed the fact that my Mom was a human and the fact she even looked it. Her brown hair falling to her back and her grey eyes showing love and warmth and security...in a very humanly way. Her human touches on things and her human outlook on particular situations. God, what would she say right now? What would she say about Rory and Beck?

"There were no other X children for them to reproduce with. None that we knew of anyways." I snapped, daring him to say something about my human mother...or human parent. He didn't know it was my mother that was human after all. "I can't tell you who has what for obvious reasons, but I can tell you that I am the granddaughter of Buttercup Mason and Butch Wyatt."

-Beck-

"So, you going to explain willingly or forcefully?" Buttercup snapped, cracking her knuckles.

"What do you want me to explain?" I sighed, rubbing my temples. It was nearly dark and Rory hadn't come back. I knew where he was of course, the beach was his go to place, but he had never stayed this long before.

"First of all, I've only seen two people use electricity like that, and both of them are from this time." Blossom folded her arms. "Where would Mickie learn something like that?"

"Sounds to me like you already know where." I snapped.

"Why did you use Butch like some kind of weakness? As if Butchie Boy would care what she did." Buttercup rolled her eyes.

"2015's Butch Wyatt wouldn't care." I rolled my eyes, hinting a bit more.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The green Puff furrowed her brows. I rolled my eyes at her stupidity.

"He means that Butch is somehow related to Mickie in the future." Blossom answered. "Correct?"

"He's her grandfather." I sighed. I caved. I gave up. I was going to spill the beans.

"And her grandmother is..."

"Ding ding ding! We have a winner." I narrowed my eyes. "Why do you think she looks so similar to the both of them? Hell, why do you think Rory and I look so similar to the Ruffs? We are your grandchildren! I'm honestly surprised you and Brick didn't catch on sooner to be honest. Now, the other four, I can say I expected them to be blind to the similarities."

"What was that?" Buttercup growled.

"You can pummel me all you want, I truly don't give a damn." I looked at her flatly and shoved my hands into my pockets. "All I care about is Rory and Mickie, but they both want nothing to do with me right now."

They all fell silent and just looked at me. I rolled my eyes and pushed past them. I heard Bubbles or Blossom ask me where I was going, but I just took off. I didn't head for the beach and I didn't bother searching for Mickie, there was no use. I just flew high above the city, loosing myself in the clouds and blue sky. Before I knew it was sitting on top of Mojo's laboratory. I always find myself at the highest place in Townsville when bothered or upset. I sat up there, looking at the sky and thinking.

I had really said all those things to her. I had brought Butch up to hurt her...I think. I used her weakness against her, when the whole time I had really been in the wrong. Mickie was rightfully upset with us. I should have just ran across that cafeteria and hugged her. Knowing Mickie, she'd never say it, but that's all she wanted. She just wanted to know we were looking for her and that she wasn't here alone. All I had to do was tell her was that we were here and she wasn't alone.

Rory was right. I am insensitive.

-Butch-

She looked just like BC, even when she slept. Her hair was longer, but other than that she was a spiting image. How had I not seen it? Sometimes I'm so completely stupid. This was my granddaughter, and she was scared and lost and so damn far from home. I was so cruel to her when she first came here, and even though I wasn't so mean anymore, I was still so fucking cruel for not seeing it. Her eyes were mine. Her attitude was mine. She was me and I hadn't noticed any of it.

"Butch,"

"Go away, Boomer." I snapped, still leaning against the door frame-watching her sleep in my room.

"But, Brick-"

"Go away!" I snapped and pushed him across the room.

"Brick told me to tell you he's going to see the Powerpuffs!" Boomer snapped. "Damn, I was just doing what I was told!"

"What?" I looked at him. "Brick's doing what?"

"Going to see the Powerpuffs, let them know what's going on." Boomer glared at me and picked himself up from the floor.

"Buttercup," I muttered and started for the door. "Boomer, watch Mickie." I said before slamming the door behind me.

-Buttercup-

"We just found out ourselves." Blossom sighed and looked at the substance in her mug.

Brick had came to tell us about the whole grandchildren from the future thing just after Beck himself took off. I sat at the table with the two reds as they talked, but Bubbles sat in the living room looking out the window. I'd bet she was thinking of Rory. She'd been already fond of the kids, but now knowing he was her future grandson put a spin on things. Made her feel a little more worries I guess. I was feeling pretty worried myself. I mean, Mickie had really went destruct-O on those two and now I had no clue where she was. I mean, Brick said she was ok, but I could only guess what she was really. If she's anything like me then on the outside she looked fine and ok, but on the inside was a tornado of hurt, anger, sadness, and complete and utter brokenness swirling around inside her.

"Who did you leave her with?" I spoke up, but continued to looked down at the table.

"What?" By experience and knowing him all too well, I knew Brick had looked at my and raised a brow. He was Blossom's counterpart after all, knowing her meant knowing him that well.

"Who did you leave Mickie with?" I looked up this time. If left with Butch, then I knew she at least had someone there who understood what she was going through, but left with Boomer was like putting her in a torture chamber.

"Butch wouldn't let her out of his sight when he found out." Brick answered. "I don't think he even heard me when I left."

I opened my mouth to say something, but the door flew open and a panting Butch was suddenly trying to catch his breath and clutching onto the wall. I glared at Brick just as soon as it registered with me who came rushing in.

"Would let her out of his sight my ass." I muttered and walked over to my counterpart. "Where's Mickie?" I asked, helping him up.

"Sleeping," He pushed out, "in my room."

"Come on, let's go see her." I sighed and looped on of his arms around my shoulders, helping him walk.

...

"See? I told you she was sleeping." Butch rolled his eyes, leaning against the door frame. "She conked out while we were flying home. I carried her the rest of the way." He spoke softly, looking down at her with something in his eyes I have yet to ever see in his eyes.

"She must have used a whole lot of energy." I whispered to myself.

"She set some trees on fire and electrocuted a field." Butch retorted, letting me know I was more correct than I knew. "She was really upset over those two."

"Well of course. Wouldn't you be?" I snapped, glaring at him.

"Yeah, but at the same time there's no way for them to know. We're the greens. They won't ever know what that means." I was shocked. Butch was way more insightful than I gave him credit for. I looked back down at Mickie and pushed back her hair.

"I am so sorry." I whispered.

This girl was my granddaughter. This fragile scared girl was someone I was to care for in the far future. I let a few tears fall from my eyes. I had seen her in school, in class, even in the sky from time to time and never noticed. I didn't put two and two together and see the extreme similarities. She had Butch's eyes no doubt, but her eye shape, nose, face shape, damn near everything was me. Hell, if you cut her hair some she'd be me no doubt.

"I didn't notice either." Butch spoke softly. "Don't be so hard on yourself."

"But I'm her grandmother. That means I should have seen it." My heart was breaking with every second. I really should have known.

"In 2050." Butch yanked me up by my arm. "You're her grandmother in 2050. Right now, you're a seventeen year old girl. You can't expect yourself to notice something like this. Hell, I live with her and didn't see it." He snapped. "Now, wipe away your tears and be the Buttercup she knows, because she's really going to need that." He said and wiped his thumb against my cheek.

I looked at him in shock. I had no idea Butch could be like this. I was suddenly wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him. I was going to stop myself, but he had wrapped his arms around me waist and began hugging me back. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and calmed myself. If Mitch had seen me I know he would've broken up with me, but I don't think I really would have cared. Knowing my future was with Butch, I was a little more calm and less worries about my life.

"BC," Butch spoke quietly, "she's waking up."

I let go and slowly turned around. Mickie was tossing a little and then suddenly her vibrant green eyes fluttered open. She sat up and rubbed her eyes for a minute and looked between me and Butch. When it registered with her she shot up, standing on the bed. She looked around the room and slowly sunk back down to the bed. Tears began classing over her eyes and she bit down on her lip, attempting to prevent herself from crying. It was in vain. The tears spilled over her waterline and she covered her face with her hands. She didn't really make noise just shook and her shoulders rose and fell in a crying motion.

"What's wrong?" Butch was now frowning.

"She thought she was home." I bit back my own tears.

Butch and I looked at each other and then back to her. We crawled onto the bed and hugged her. I smoothed her hair down and Butch pressed his forehead against the side of her head while holding her tight yet gently. I let a few tears fell from my own eyes. Butch and I must be so worried about her in 2050.

"I thought," Mickie cried out. "I thought I was-"

"We know." Butch said softly. "We know."

"I miss you guys so much." She sobbed harder, letting it all out.

"We miss you too." I said knowingly. Something told me that Butch and I were taking it worse than anybody in Mickie's time.

-2050-

"Mom, you have to get out of bed." Wesley called out to his mother, but she didn't budge. "Mom, please." He pleaded, but the woman just laid there, looking at a picture on the nightstand.

"Wesley," She said.

"Yes?" He said, hoping she was finally pulling it together.

"Go away." She said, tears stinging her eyes once again.

Wesley stood there, disappointed. "Yes ma'am." He whispered and closed the door behind him.

She was gone. Her precious granddaughter was gone and to where no one knew. It had been weeks and there was no sign of her. Buttercup had search high and low for her the first couple days, but not even Butch could find her and none of the villains had seen her either. Buttercup had been in bed ever since and Butch was just sitting in Mickie's room. He had been the one to go down first. He was somewhat ok for a day, but the minute he had opened her door he had collapsed. He sat against the wall, just staring at everything as if that would bring her back. Saber sat along side him doing exactly the same. A few times the wolf hybrid had come into the room and laid with Buttercup and licked her tears away, but he was mostly with Butch, just laying next to him whining and whimper in sadness and heart break.

Blossom and Bubbles had come to see her a few times attempting to get her up, but nothing worked. Joey and Wesley were completely distraught of course, but when they realized that Butch and Buttercup were not going to get up and do anything, they pulled themselves together and forced themselves to work and provide. neither of the two complained either. They knew even though Mickie was their daughter, she was far more close and precious to her grandparents. They loved their daughter of course and they missed her dearly, but she was with her grandparents every second she could be. Her first words were BC and a very terrible pronunciation of Butch. She ran to her Old Man over a scarped knee before her own father.

Butch, out of everyone, was taking for worse. He wouldn't get up to bathe or eat, he hadn't slept since going into the room either. Brick and Boomer had to come in and force him into the shower and help him get dressed and force him to eat. Bubbles would hypnotize Saber to eat and Blossom would take him outside to potty. Sage, Nina, Ria, and Cody helped a tone and each missed their children as much as the Wyatts did, but forced themselves to continue working and providing. Brick, Blossom, Boomer, and Bubbles took off work to take care of Butch and Buttercup full time. Joey and Wesley couldn't afford to and the city owed the Ruffs and Puffs anyways.

"Butch, man you've got to get up." Brick sat in front of his close friend, but Butch just continued to stare off.

"Can you at least eat a little?" Boomer held up a spoon full of chicken broth. It was the only thing easy enough to force down his throat without killing him.

Butch didn't even look at them or acknowledge their existence. He just stare at her room to far gone to even cry. His Rugrat was gone. His mini me was no where to be found. He looked everywhere for her and asked around everywhere, but none of the villains or fellow heroes had seen her.

"She's gone." He choked out. The first words he'd uttered in weeks, hope rose up in Boomer and Brick. He looked at them, tears finally falling from his eyes. "She's just gone and I can't find her." He cried out. His friends hugged him, allowing him to let it all out.

"We miss them too." Boomer cried.

"We'll find them." Even the great Brick was crying. The old man all sat crying in Mickie's room. Butch knew he'd just go back into his comatose state, but at least his friends knew he wasn't so far gone that nothing could help. He was just out for awhile.