Chapter 1

Blossom tiresomely took a syringe from the cupboard in the storage room.

She filled it with some morphine and took it into the patients room.

"You took your time!" grumbled the old man. He had a severe head injury, someone had hit him with a long metal bar.

He was pretty much out of it, he just kept having a go at her every five seconds.

She carefully picked up his arm. "I'm just gonna give you some morphine to help kill the pain.

"He'd be better if he was put on a sedative" she said under her breath.

"What was that?' he yelled as she stepped towards the door.

"I'll just go and get another doctor for you." She said as she left. "They better be a damn sight better one then you are!" he yelled as she slammed the door.

Blossom had to close her eyes and count to ten before she continued on.

She took the old man's notes as she power walked to find his doctor.

It was Harry. Well, I'll let him deal with the old bag then. I'm gonna request some paramedic duty! She thought as she knocked on Harry's office.

"Come in." he called.

"Harry, please, I beg of you, take over Mr. Harrison. I can't take much more of him. He is your patient and I was wondering if I could take the paramedic shift for the rest of the day?" Blossom asked, smiling like a little angel.

Harry smiled back. "Ok then, go and get your gear on."

Blossom beamed and thanked him, then as she headed for the staff room to her locker she wrote what she'd given Mr. Harrison on his notes and delivered them to their place.

There was no one in the changing room, so she quickly got changed into her blue and white jumpsuit.

She grinned as she re-did her hair in a ponytail.

She exited the staff room, boarded a ambulance with her friend Foxy, and off they went. She loved being a paramedic; it wasn't as depressing as it could be at the hospital. The only thing was, you had to have a strong stomach Some of the things you saw would either make you wanna puke, or cry…

Later… at Butch and Buttercup's place…

Butch was flicking through the local newspaper.

"Come on, theres gotta be something in here! Anything!" Butch yelled at the paper. He was looking for a job. Him and Buttercup needed the money. Well, actually, she had the money, he felt like a screw up, when his girlfriend was the one paying his keep. It was her apartment, and she was the one paying the bills. He needed a job, any job, something to be able to repay her for, so he didn't look like such a screw up.

He felt like such a screw up.

Suddenly his eyes flashed upon one job: a waiter at a local café. The pay would be tiny, but he needed something. Maybe he should get that. He wanted something in mechanics and cars preferably.

But this, it looked like it would have to do.

He pulled the paper down and glanced at the time: 6.35pm. Buttercup comes home at 7. He would do dinner quickly now, so she could come in and eat.

He sprang up, and went to the kitchen in their small apartment. He prepared some chips and made some steak with it, one of her favourite meals. He wouldn't have it done in time for her arrival if it weren't for his superpowers!

At 7.15pm she came bursting through the door as Butch was laying the table.

"Hey." Butch says.

Buttercup doesn't look pleased. "Buncha wankers." She said angrily as she threw her handbag down. She still had on her khaki jumpsuit. Though it wasn't tight enough for Butch's liking.

"I set the table, and I made dinner. Come on, tell me about it." Butch said, guiding her over.

"I just hate the new guy! You know about a month ago hat new guy came along right?" she started as she tucked in with butch.

"Right." Butch said.

"Well, he's all 'I'm a guy, I know more about the army then anyone, I done two years on Iraq me, two years.' You know there was that spot open? A promotion?" Buttercup said.

"What the one you wanted?"

"Yeah, well he gets it doesn't he? So now I still got my old job, which I really don't mind, but he's got power over me now, and I know that if I had a go, or bit back at him, I'd lose my job. I hate it. I like my actual job, but its whenever he's there! He makes comments." She says, pausing to stuff some chips in her mouth.

"What kind of comments?" Butch asked her.

"Sexist ones. Saying I can't fight cos I got tits and ass. He said I need different kinds of assets. He's such a jerk!"

"What's this guys name?" Butch said. he couldn't help it. When someone upset is Buttercup, he just had to brandish his fists.

Buttercup noticed this. "You really don't think I haven't thought of that? I'd lose my job for sure, you gotta leave him alone. If it gets really bad, I'll let you know. At least I got two days off now." Buttercup said, pushing her late forward to show she had done. "Thanks for the lovely dinner babes."

Butch winked at her. "That's fine. So, I was thinking about my getting a job. I saw a ad for a waiter."

Buttercup shook her head. "Butch, you don't wanna be a waiter, you wanna be a mechanic. Tommorow, we'll go down to the garage and see what they got ok?" butch sighed but nodded.

"They never have anything though do they?" Butch complained.

"Butch, never say never." Buttercup said, putting her hand on his over the table.

"How long did it take you to get your dream job?" butch said.

Buttercup paused. "That's not a good example! What about Blossom? She's got her dream job now!"

"No, she hasn't she works full time in one job she hates, a practition nurse, then part time in her dream job, a paramedic. Maybe one day she'll get her break and get the job she actually wants. But me, I'll never get the job I want!" Butch replied.

"Honey, you will. Trust me." Buttercup said, rubbing his thigh.

Butch frowned, but gave hopeful eyes to his girlfriend.

"Look, I'll do the washing up, while you go get comfortable in the bedroom." Buttercup suggested, raising her eyebrows.

Butch grinned, nodding, as they left the table.

R&R!

Ok, a slow start, but, things will get going, trust me.