Last chapter got kind of intense. Butch and Butters had a moment and bonded with Mickie in time of deep sadness and brokenness. We got a peak of things in 2050, but Old Man and BC weren't doing so well. Beck took off on his own and Rory was still...as far as we know...at the beach. What's going to happen this time? Is all going to be forgiven? Will Mickie pull herself together and put her wall back up? Is Beck going to apologize? Is Rory coming back? Find out Here...

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

-Rory-

The sun had set hours ago, but I couldn't force myself from my spot on the beach. I had a feeling Beck wasn't going to be at the laboratory either, and I didn't feel like going back playing 20 questions with the Puffs. I was sure they knew everything by now, Beck probably caved and told them everything. Shit, I would have caved the first day if Beck hadn't told me to keep my trap shut.

I looked up at the moon. Mickie loved the moon, always said something about the single light in the dark. She was more poetic than people truly knew and way more poetic than she'd ever let on. I wish she wasn't mad at me. I wish I could have just hugged her and told her I missed her like she really wanted instead of fought her. Beck said it would be better to catch her alone and give her a little time. Boy, was he wrong this time. Well, he'd been pretty wrong ever since we got here. His aggression had been worse for sure, but he really was slipping in the leader department. I guess he was just as scared as I was and didn't know how to feel that particular way.

"Rory!" I heard someone call out my name. I looked up flatly and saw Beck high in the sky looking for me. His red streak glowed neon in the dark sky and his eyes burned just as bright. "Rory, come on!" He called out again and frantically looked around.

"I'm down here." I muttered, knowing he could hear me just fine. His eyes spotted me and he dived towards the ground.

"I knew you'd be here." He huffed and gave me a smirk.

"It the ocean, Beck. Water's my power source." I rolled my eyes and looked back to the ocean.

"Rory, I was wrong." I froze in shock. Was he apologizing? Beck never apologized, or admitted when he was in the wrong. "I've been a jerk, I know that. But I have no idea how to get us back to our time let alone be your leader in this day-in-age. I'm sor-"

"The high and mighty Beck Nichols is apologizing?"

Mickie?

"Make a wish, Rory. This is more uncommon than a shoot star." She was smirking, like always, and her arms were folded over her chest.

"Mickie, I-"

"No chic-flicks." She held her hand up and shook her head. "I understand what you did and I forgive, but I'm still pretty pissed." She narrowed her eyes at the both of us. "You two ever pull a stunt like that and I'll castrate you. Capiche?"

"Yes ma'am." We both gulped.

Her eyes softened as she looked between the two of us. "God, I've missed you." She choked out and threw her arms around the both of us. "I thought I was alone here. I thought you two-"

"We're here. We promise." Beck sighed and tightened his grip on the two of us.

I smiled, just knowing my team was back together. We had Mickie back, and Beck could be a leader again. We had found each other. The little bit of light in the darkness.

-Mickie-

"No, I'd like to stay with the Ruffs." I shook my head, turning BC's offer down.

"But they're the Rowdyruff Boys!" Bubbles shrieked...just like she would in 2050. "They're, like, evil and stuff!"

"I prefer Anti-victims of authority." Brick sarcastically called out and grinning as he did so.

"Still, you three are criminals. She should be living with town role models." Blossom interjected in a matter-of-fact tone.

"But I'd like to stay with the Rowdyruff Boys. It's more comfortable for me." I stated with a nonchalant shrug and eye roll.

"They're boys!" Bubbles shrieked with her hands clutched tight together over her heart. Rory was so her grandson.

I rolled my eyes and looked to Beck and Rory. I pleaded with my eyes, begging them to step in and help me out. I mean I've lived with them for years and they knew me better than anyone, could explain me and my case better than I could. Shit, I mean come on! I listen to Punk Rock bands, dressed in slightly girly clothes, had piercings, worked on cars, and my two best friends were of the male species. I barely talked to any girls at my school as it was, and Max and Roami don't count. Beck sighed and finally stepped in.

"Mickie isn't really the kind of girl to hang out with other girls." He shoved his hands into his pockets and rolled his eyes. "It's very uncomfortable for her."

"Yeah! She's totally like one of the dudes!" Rory smiled widely.

"What Rory means is she prefers to waste time with the guys than get caught up in gossip or drama that girls typically bring on." Beck sighed and lazy looked at his grandmother. "You put her in a living situation with one of you three and you're going to hate it."

"Her safety is all we care about." Blossom retorted.

"You should be considering your own!" Rory pipped in again.

"Once again I'll translate." Beck pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mickie's safety revolves around her sanity. Put her with guys and she'll be pretty ok, but you put her with other females and she'll go crazy and then we might have a Code E to deal with." I smirked. My friends always had my back!

"What is a Code E?" Bubbles raised a brow.

"I lose touch with humanity." I shrugged and looked down at the cat that was rubbing against my leg.

"Excuse me?!" Blossom was alarmed.

"What Mickie means is she has this condition passed down to her by her father and her father's father." Beck groaned.

"Me?" Butch raised a brow and looked down at me. "I'm perfectly healthy I'll have you know!"

"It's not a physical condition exactly. It's more mental." Beck explained. "We call it Code E in 2050, but simply put, it's a condition in which Mickie gets so upset-or more appropriately, angry-that her mental stability snaps in half and a more Rowdyruff side tends to take over. It's like a split personality bent on revenge, blood, and violence."

"And have we treated this Code E?" Blossom held her chin between her thumb and index, a very common thing I tended to find her doing in 2050. I call it the scientist habit.

"Sort of." Beck sighed. "We can't seem to find an exact cure, but we have found a way to reverse the effects once they show up. But it's only temporary. Once pushed past that point of anger, they return to this Emerald state."

"Emerald?" Bubbles questioned.

"It's what the E stands for." I yawned.

"It's the color they're eyes tend to turn and they seem to glow the color as well." Beck looked at me. "I was surprised Mickie pulled herself out of this one herself. Normally it takes a few treatments to reverse the effects." He raised a brow, pondering and wondering and calculating like he normally does.

"What are these treatments exactly?" Butch was the one to ask a question this time. Bet he thought it was way worse than it really was.

"It's a shot." I lazily looked up at him.

"Antidote X, a blood sample for one of our green members, and an ounce of heart-healthy low fat milk." Beck listed the components.

"Why milk?" Boomer made a yuck face and shivered slightly. I forgot he hated milk.

"Lowers blood pressure." Brick interjected. "Correct?" Beck nodded his head and looked back to Blossom.

"As you guys saw earlier, once they snap they're totally different. Mickie was blood thirsty and hungry for vengeance and solely targeting Rory and I." Beck looked at me again. "A lot of people have tried to get their hands on the Wyatts just to use them as weapons. The treatments were more for their protection than the protection of others. They don't seem to hurt or bother innocent people when going Code E like that. It's almost like they have a instinct that tells them who to target and they focus on that person only."

"They're a scientist's dream subject." Brick and Blossom muttered at the same time. They looked at Butch and I like they'd been starving for months and we were two big juicy dancing steaks. I felt very violated and uncomfortable.

"Can we change the subject back to me staying with the Ruffs?" I scratched the back of my neck and took a small step back. They were going to eat me alive...or cut me open. I couldn't tell.

-Beck-

"A party?" I raised a brow. A boy with bright blue hair had handed me a flyer, telling Mickie, Rory, and I about his 'killer' party and how much he'd like us to be there. "We don't really party." I looked at him, examining his attire. His right hand was wrapped up, his eye was bruised but it had already turned yellow-green, and his clothes were nothing more than a wife beater and a pair of baggy jeans.

"Look, man, it's going to be sick and you three are like A-list prime time shit." He sounded like a fucking crack head. "Everybody's going to be there and everybody's going to want you guys there." He grinned, revealing a semi-healed gash in his lip.

"Why us?" Mickie raised a brow.

Now I could understand why Mickie would be invited to a party. I mean, she dresses like a class-a bad ass and acted like one too. I mean she was wearing a green shirt with gashes all over it and the sleeves pushed up her arm, black tights, her combats, a long necklace, and several fucking bracelets of the leather, spiky, thin bangle genre. Her bag was leather and was hanging off one shoulder lazily and her hair was down but messy in that I'm a sexy bad ass kind of way. But, why would Rory and I be invited? I was in a Vans t-shirt and flannel with jeans and my red snapback...which I bought myself. And Rory...well Rory had his blue jumper and khaki shorts with his vans. We were typical nobody dress-a likes.

"Are you kidding me? Everyone saw your fucking kick ass fight last week!" The kid threw a fist in the air and smiled excitedly. "Plus, she's like total fucking babe and you two are the only thing every girl talks in this prison. If you three came then this party is easily the party of the year!"

I looked at the other two. Rory looked excited and Mickie looked like she could give a shit. I just didn't know. We'd been to a few parties back home, but those were held by Max or Roami...Mickie's friends. We knew those people, trusted them, and knew we could spend the night without being attacked in our sleep. Here, we were the three spot light kids who hand out with the worst villains and the supreme heroes. We had connections on both sides and people tended to focus on that.

"What could it hurt?" Mickie shrugged and lazily looked at the kid. "What time?"

"For real?!" He jumped. "You'll come?"

"Not if you don't chillax." She retorted.

"Dude, you won't regret this!" He grinned from ear to ear and turned to run down the hall. "The three new kids are coming to my party!" He hollered down the hallway, attracting a whole lot of attention. We watched him for a minute in shock and regret. Rory was of course still excited, but Mickie and I were skeptical.

"I've got Auto." Mickie suddenly muttered and started walking off.

"But you had Auto third period!" Rory called out.

"I swap home ec for a second Auto." She lazily waved with her back to us. "See ya later."

...Sometimes, she was a little too relaxed...

-Mickie-

"So you got invited too?" I said lazily and chugged my Pepsi.

Brick, Butch, Boomer, and I were sitting on the school's rooftop skipping class and doing really nothing. I was flipping through a magazine I had swiped from the Valero we passed on the way to school and chugging down soda. Boomer was playing with his PS4 handheld, Butch was smoking and kicking back, and Brick was reading...of course. This was way better than going to Mr. Stick-Up-Asses class.

"Butch did, we just tag along." Brick muttered boredly.

"Matt Teayoda's house is pretty big and his dad so much alcohol it's deadly." Boomer said while continuing to violently playing his game.

"Dude seems off." I muttered, flipping to the next page boredly.

"He was probably high on something." Butch sighed. "Man's always fucking high on something."

I sighed and closed the magazine, not very interested in it anymore. "Well, I'm out." I sighed and stood up and chugged the rest of my Pepsi before tossing the can off to the side.

"Where you going?" The all looked at me. They weren't concerned or worried, but boredly curious.

"Shopping. Skating. Anything." I shrugged and floated a few inches off the ground. "I'll meet you guys back at the Complex before the party."

"Kay, just don't do anything I wouldn't do." Butch took another drag and blew rings out.

"That's a very non-existent list." I smirked and flipped him the bird jokingly before taking off.

Ok, that's it for now guys. It's a pretty chill chapter I'd say. What do you think should happen at the party? What should they wear? Send me links or descriptive ideas and I'll totally make it work. Remember review and tell me what you think.

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