Hey guys. So last time we talked (or wrote really) the greens fought back. They snapped back and we're the perfect little soldiers they normally are. Kinda freaky to the others. What will happen this time? Let's see...

So, without further a do, lets make it do what it do-

-Beck-

It's been a few weeks since Mickie's little snap at me and Rory. She hadn't really said anything about it and went back to being that snarky sarcastic fighter we know. I hadn't dared bring it up. She might go emerald if I do, and I'm not physically or mentally prepared to go up against that again.

"Mickeal," One of our teachers called out. We were currently in English, which for Mickeal meant not paying any attention.

"Hm?" She nodded her head.

"Can you tell anything we just talked about?" The teacher raised their eyebrow and crossed their arms triumphantly. They had Mickie cornered.

"The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton." Mickie stated with a yawn.

"And?" The teacher's smirk dropped a little.

"The significance of Dally's character to the story's plot-line." Mickie picked at her ear.

The teacher had nothing to come back with, so she just stood there in awe...like everyone else in the class. Normally, Mickie doesn't pay any attention and then when she's called on she says something like "Oh, sorry I was asleep. That was a great bedtime story, Teach." The bell rang before anyone could say anything else, and even when it did ring Mickie was the only one to get up and walk out. Rory and I exchanged glances and then followed after her.

Finding her in the clustered hallway was easy. She was the only one who wore old band t-shirt, ripped up jeans, and flannels...you know, besides BC and Butch. Today she had her Blink-182 t-shirt, ripped up denim shorts, a green flannel, and solid black DC skates. Talk about rocker meets skater. Plus, she had green mist coming off her. She was having an off day.

"Mickie!" Rory yelled and she stopped. "You going to lunch?"

"No." She yawned.

"Where you going?" Rory asked cheerfully-his sneaky way of gaining info.

"The roof." Mickie stretched out and ran her fingers through her hair.

I remember my hands through her hair, I remember those fingers clawing at my arms. I remember those plump lips pressed against mine, and dear God, do I remember her body.

"Beck!" Rory snapped.

"What?" I shook my head and looked at him.

"Mickie said we can go to the roof with her if we want. The ruffs are up there." He raised a brow.

"Ok." I shrugged, pretending like I don't see the raised eye brows and suspicious looks from the other two.

-Mickie-

What was so exciting for the other two to go to the roof? I don't know. It was just a roof...but Rory was like a child bouncing off the walls and Beck looked nervous. I led them up the stairs and pushed the big metal door open, and then badda-bing badda-boom! we were on the roof. And guess what. The ruffs were being just as boring as ever. Talk about a freaking expectation killer for the other two.

Butch was laid out with hands behind his head doing what he did best in present and past...sleeping. Brick had his nose in a book and a coke in his hand. And Boomer was playing on his phone and floating a few feet in the air. Talk about another average day on the rooftop.

"Mickie!" Boomer cheered and then threw a soda at me hard. I caught it with ease and plopped down next to Butch. I pulled another magazine from my backpack and kicked back.

"Uh, Mickie..." I looked up and Beck and Rory were standing there awkwardly and uncomfortably.

"What?" I raised a brow.

"We just though that maybe-"

"You thought we did something else beside hang out and chill?" I laughed. "I told you, Rory. It's not that exciting up here." I shrugged and went back to flipping through my magazine.

"Mickie," I heard Butch, but his eyes were still closed.

"Hm?" I yawned.

"Lifts." He groaned and I got up. I leaned back and Butch put one hand on my shoulder-blades and the other on my legs. He lifted me up and started lifting me like weights. I continued to flip through my magazine like this was nothing.

"Butch, she's like a hundred and twenty pounds. She's nothing compared to what you normally bench." Beck said matter-factually...like he knew what was going on.

"She channels more gravity within her core, putting more dead weight on Butch." Brick yawned and turned the page in his book. "Right now, she'd the equivalent to six hundred and forty-two pounds."

"Fifty-one actually." Butch pushed out.

"So, all you guys do up here is work out, read, and play on your phone?" Beck raised a brow.

"Pretty much." I yawned. "I told you guys we didn't do anything fun up here."

"We'll probably skip after this though." Boomer said and did a barrel roll in the air. "You're welcome to join us."

"Skip school?! But, we have three tests after lunch!" Beck snapped.

"You have three tests after lunch. We have pretty much all repeating class." I flipped the page in my magazine. "BC goes with us sometimes, and Bubbles too...once." I smirked.

"Bubbles?" Rory said hesitantly.

"Yeah, Ror. She's gone maybe once or twice." I smirked devilishly. I could convince him to come with and I knew exactly how. "We're gonna go by the Fro-Yo place, the mall, and maybe even go see a movie or two. And you wanna know that best part?" I looked at him from the corner of my eye. "We might even stop by the candy shop on the way."

"I in!" Rory snapped and grabbed a soda before joining Boomer in the air.

"Well, Boy Blue is in." I sighed. "What do you say, Red? We might even stop by the Book shop if you ask nicely."

"I'm not skipping, Mickeal, and neither should any of you." Beck said flatly.

"Brick, your grandson is a freaking buzz kill." Butch pushed out.

"Tell me about it." I rolled my eyes.

"That's his grandmother's influence. Not mine." Brick said lazily.

Beck was red, like he always got when he was mad or embarrassed. I chuckled to myself and turned back to my magazine. Rory was having a blast with Boomer in the air, they went soaring far up and dive bombing back down. Rory's first adrenaline rush! I was so proud. Beck was still red and a little dumbfounded, which I enjoyed seeing.

"How many is that, Butch?" Brick yawned.

"Eighty." I answered for him.

"Alright. Let's head out." Brick sighed and stood up. He shoved his book in his back pocket and levitated himself a little. "BOOMER, WE'RE HEADING OUT!" He yelled up and two blondes came dive bombing back down and then twirling in the air like a pushed up real hard and threw me in the air. I caught myself and kicked myself up right.

"Last chance, Red." I crossed my arms over my chest. "You in or out?"

"I'm going to class." He growled and turned to leave.

I looked over to Rory who nodded in response. We both swooped down and snatched up our leader and commander by his arms. We threw him up and the others caught him. He swung his arms and released himself from Butch and Brick's grasp.

"Let me go!" He snapped and glared down at us.

"Come on, Beck. Let's go have fun!" Rory whined. I hit him in the arm for that.

"Rors right, Becky Boy. You never have fun." I sighed and looked up.

"I have tests to take!" He snapped.

"For what?!" I snapped back. "We don't belong in this time and it doesn't matter if we pass or fail here!"

Beck didn't say anything back, just pushed past me and walked into the building. I sighed and looked at Rory. I rubbed his back and nodded back up to the air. "Let's go have fun, Ror." I sighed. Beck wasn't going to join us for all the begging in the world.

-Rory-

If someone would have told me that shopping with the Ruffs was this fun I would have done it ages ago. They steal really, but that isn't the point. They all took clothes and then acted like fools when they tried them on. Butch and Mickie did all these daredevil tricks on skateboards (Example-they jumped off the third story and landed on the second floor escalators then road those all the way down. All this on skateboards.). Boomer and I went to all the sweet shops and fro-yo places and 'sampled' everything. Brick played with people as in throwing them in the air and having one of us other four catch 'em and play pass. I know it was bad, but it was sooooooo fun.

It was a blast and we all walked out with a whole new wardrobe. Wish Beck could have been here though. No matter what he says, I know he would have had fun.

"So, Little Boy Blue Jr. how'd you like today?" Butch ruffled my hair like Mickie normally does and gave me a big grin like she does too.

No one would really understand how much Mickie and Butch were really alike unless you were like us and apart of one of the three families. Mickie may look like BC on the outside with her thick yet silky smooth hair and full figure and tan skin, but Mickie had her grandfather's grin, smirk, smile, ways of showing affection, and even his dark green eyes. It was kinda cool to get to know Butch in the way that I knew Mickie.

"It was so fun. I don't think I've ever had so much fu-" Just then a blazing green bolt passed right past my face and behind me. It cut my face a little, but when I heard the wind knocked out of someone behind me I snapped back to reality.

"Mickie!" Butch yelled.

I snapped around and there crushed into a crater in a wall was Mickie and anger twisting her face. I could hear her growling and I could faintly hear buzzing. Her eyes darkened and her fists were glowing. I got a tickling sensation all over me and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"Code E!" I yelled and hit the ground. A brilliantly green electric shot above me. The others had hit the ground, but Butch. He was started to match Mickie's look.

I looked behind me, towards the attacker. It was Micheal, the boy from the new coming enemies. I looked around, looking for any others, but he was alone from what I could tell. Mickie rose in the air, blood dripping from her healing arm, and Butch floated just above her.

"Hey, Rory. Maybe you should call Beck." Boomer said, his eyes on the tension above us.

"Good idea." I said and reached in my pocket for my phone.

-Buttercup-

Man, I wish I would have gone with the ruffs. This class is so boring without Mickie and Butch. Mrs. Cali was so snappy and grouchy, and I had already done the work for this class during second period. I sighed in boredom and looked out the window. It was peaceful out there. It wasn't normally this peaceful, it was nice. You know, until some figure came flying towards the school.

"Shit. Hit the deck!" I yelled and flopped down just before the figure came crashing through the window. I looked through the smoke and saw Mickie. She was beaten and bruised and her face was darker, more angry. She looked intimidating and ruthless. I'm pretty sure boy blue and little red had called it Code E, or something like that.

"Mickie!" I called out, but she shot out of the building. "Mickie!"

"Buttercup, don't!" Mitch grabbed a hold of my arm, but I pushed him off.

"Mickie, stop!" I yelled and followed after her. Her streak was just as dark as Butch's, but through the now building debris smoke I could see two dark green streaks of the same shade and a shamrock streak. Three green streaks?

"Mickie! Butch!" I yelled, but all I got in return was a pair of strong arms wrapping around my waist and jerking to the side. I looked up and saw Butch's snarling face, and his shirt was torn. "Butch, what's-" Mickie was thrown back just above us, her face bloody now.

"Buttercup!" I heard Brick call my name. I looked down and he was waving his hands. "Attacker! Green!" was all I heard, but I saw him pointing in the direction in which Mickie came hurtling from.

The smoke began to clear and I saw it. Black shaggy hair, piercing green eyes, tan skin, muscular build. It was Mickie's counterpart...or so I understood it. He looked like one of us...of course...his smug grin looked like Butch's. It pissed me off just to see it.

"That him?" I growled. I took Mickie's snarl as a yes, but before I could get another word out she was gone and there was two shades of green intertwined and fighting.

-Micheal-

She was freaking brutal. She had hit me in my lower region about thirty to forty times now, and all on purpose. I learned to block that area as best I could while she was throwing kicks and punches. I ducked just as she threw a round-house kick my way, but failed to dodge that crushing blow of her other foot to my chin. It caught me and threw me back a few hundred feet.

"Time to use it." I muttered and pressed my hands together.

"Oh no you don't!" Mickie yelled and clasped onto my arms. I pressed my palms down on her biceps and had dug her nails into mine. I tried to press some poison into her system, but her nails were sending so many shock-waves through my body that it was hard to concentrate. Before I knew it we were both losing consciousness.

"Dammit!" We both yelled and pushed off one another.

"You could have killed me!" We screamed in unison.

We were back at it before I could blink. I was throwing punches, and she was kicking. It was amazing and awful at the same time. Going against my exact equal gave me such an adrenaline rush, but damn was she hard to land a punch on. Her speed surpassed mine in a more experienced way. This was my first full on battle, this was like a field day for her.

-Mickie-

I was not having a field day with this! I wanted to just knock his ass out, but he was just too much like me. He matched me for everything. I got a punch in on him, he got a kick in on me. I got a kick on him, he got a hit on me. It was just too dam tied up. Even our powers were matched up. I nearly blacked out when we were in that lock.

I caught him by the throat and dug my nails into his skin. I sent waves in and he started tensing. His legs swung up and caught me by the hand and flipped us over. He had my arm in his grasp and he dragged his nails up my skin. He pushed that foggy green poison into my flesh and damn did that hurt like a bitch. In retaliation I reared my free fist back and rammed it into his back as hard as I could.

"Fuck!" He hollered as he flew forward.

I held my limp arm close to me as blood dripped from it. I dug my claws into my raw flesh (which hurt like a bitch) and shocked myself. I grunted in pain as I shocked all the poison out of my system. I glared at him the whole time and watched as he tried to heal his own wounds.

The battle went on and on like this until we both K. and Butch and BC carried me back to the Complex. I woke up to my Blink-182 shirt torn to shreds and my favorite pair of shorts ruined. I was going to kill that bastard, and I did try to everyday for the next two months after that. Micheal came back every damn day after that and we fought ever single day. I didn't even realize when Butch and BC got together, that Mitch had passed away, or that Beck and Rory had meet their counterparts, or even that the puffs and ruffs had all...got together.

"Mickie can't keep fighting like this." I heard Brick's voice, but I was still out. "She's barley getting enough sleep and she isn't giving her wounds enough time even start healing."

"I can't make her stop and neither can you." I heard Old Man. "No one can and you know it."

"Yeah, well, we can't keep bringing her back all bloody and beaten. At least not while BC and everyone is awake." There was Brick again.

"Why?" Boomer were there.

"Because with the girls' emotions are already out of whack and the other two have their own problems to deal with and they don't need to worry about her." Brick explaining.

"BC's gonna kill me if she sees Mickie like this tomorrow." Old Man sighed.

"I bet she doesn't even realize that BC is pregnant with her mom or dad." Boomer laughed.

"She doesn't, Boomer, and it's not funny." Butch snapped. "She barely realizing anything...besides fighting Micheal."

"I can hear you." I groaned ans tried to sit up, but fell right back down.

"You've got to lay down!" Brick said urgently. "Your back was pretty messed up this time. You need to let it heal."

"He's probably out there." I groaned and tried to sit up again.

"It's midnight, Mickie. He isn't out there." Butch snapped.

"And you're staying here tomorrow." Brick ordered.

"I can't-"

"Your back needs time and so does the rest of your body!" Brick snapped. "If you don't let it heal then you won't even be a match for him."

"But he'll-"

"We'll take care of him." Butch sighed. "Stay here, please."

I heard my grandfather talking, not a eighteen year old boy. I nodded and relaxed into the bed.