A/N: Sorry I haven't updated for ages, but the schoolwork I have to do is making it hard, along with writer's block. I'll try to update more frequently, but I can't make any promises. Note: I'm also working on a requested 'Austin & Ally' fanfiction. Send me PMs for more requests.

Bubbles' POV

It was two forty in the morning. I gripped onto my sheets, eyes twinkling. He would come, and I knew it. Briefly, my mind flashes about Cody. I see his smile, his warm, blue eyes and wonder if I felt something… but nothing.

His image quickly switches to Boomer, flipping his hair, the blonde waves flapping about his head. His hands moving in circular motions, waving as he plays with a fly. A smile snuck onto my face before I could stop it.

Would life always be this unexpected? I turn to glance at my alarm clock, then the window. He was out there, perhaps slouched with his brothers in a room… or… I don't know, doing whatever. I consider resting my eyes, but…

I can't.

My eyes flicked towards the clock, as I exhaled, hoping not to wake my sisters. I could barely make out their snoring over the sound of the clock, that seemed to become louder and louder with every blink. I picked up on a weird sound, one that sounded like it was raining – flying sure was going to be fun tonight.

I check my watch: two fifty seven. Now I was beginning to lose faith. I floated off my bed, suspended in mid-air, floating downwards, as I rummaged through my possessions, realising I had packed so logically there was no need for it.

Something washed over me, and it was a wave of pain and dizziness. I try to sleep, and keep my eyes shut, though behind my closed eyes, I can see flashes of blue. The minute my eyes slide shut, the dreams begin.

The first one is with Cody, and all I can see is Cody wandering to the edges of the sea, simply stood there. He falls, unable to carry his own weight, crossing his legs, as if he were relaxed. It quickly turns into night, and the first wave hits his legs. He shudders, but says nothing to me.

Where was I? I looked around, and all I saw was stretches of sea – I was hovered above the sea, simply stood there, watching Cody. Cody said nothing still, but his eyes seemed to widen as he glanced in my direction, and fixed his lifeless, drained and sort of glassy stare onto me.

The next wave hit him, and I screamed, but he didn't. He nodded, before moving backwards slightly, and poising, writing some note down – the note I had found in our special area. He finished, hiding it under the rock, and he walked into the sea slowly.

All I can see is him being tossed and turned by waves, unable to help him. He shivers with cold and fear, but he's too far from the shore to call for help. His voice wobbles and cracks; and I'm still hovering above him.

It had to finish. I fly at him furiously, making sure to kick him with as much strength as possible. It's enough to send him backwards, his head smashing against a rock. The impact is somewhere near his ear. I hear him breathe, looking down at my feet.

He exhales once more – but there will be no recovery – he'll never walk the Earth again, and it's because of me.

Cody is dead.

When I look at my feet, I see blood soaking into them, and just like that, my feet are gone, engulfed by nothing more than red. I fiddle with my hair, only to find it has changed – it's not in pigtails anymore. I flick my hair, confused, until I float back to shore, puzzled.

Slowly, I move along the sand, looking for the beach bathrooms, struggling to open the doors. I can hear footsteps behind me, but I prefer to believe I'm isolated from everyone else.

Once I can access a mirror, I look at myself, and to my horror, I've become Boomer. Slowly, words begin to scrawl themselves onto the mirror.

WHORE

SLUT

LOSER

TRAMP

HARLOT

TWO-TIMER

MURDERER

BULLY

BURN IN HELL, BITCH

KILL YOURSELF

NOBODY LIKES YOU

DIE

WHORESLUTLOSERTRAMPHARLOTTWO-TIMERMURDERERBULLYBURNINHELLBITCHKILLYOURSELFNOBODYLIKESYOUDIE WHORESLUTLOSERTRAMPHARLOTTWO-TIMERMURDERERBULLYBURNINHELLBITCHKILLYOURSELFNOBODYLIKESYOUDIEWHORESLUTLOSERTRAMPHARLOTTWO-TIMERMURDERERBULLYBURNINHELLBITCHKILLYOURSELFNOBODYLIKESYOUDIEWHORESLUTLOSERTRAMPHARLOTTWO-TIMERMURDERERBULLYBURNINHELLBITCHKILLYOURSELFNOBODYLIKESYOUDIE

I scream, the words are too much, and there's so much truth in them. I kick and kick, trying to shatter the mirror, but my scream echoes, and the words continue writing themselves, as my screams get louder and louder.

WHORESLUTLOSERTRAMPHARLOTTWOTIMERMURDERERBULLYBURNINHELLBITCHKILLYOURSELFNOBODYLIKESYOUDIEWHORESLUTLOSERTRAMPHARLOTTWO-TIMERMURDERERBULLYBURNINHELLBITCHKILLYOURSELFNOBODYLIKESYOUDIEWHORESLUTLOSERTRAMPHARLOTTWO-TIMERMURDERERBULLYBURNINHELLBITCHKILLYOURSELFNOBODYLIKESYOUDIEWHORESLUTLOSERTRAMPHARLOTTWO-TIMERMURDERERBULLYBURNINHELLBITCHKILLYOURSELFNOBODYLIKESYOUDIEWHORESLUTLOSERTRAMPHARLOTTWOTIMERMURDERERBULLYBURNINHELLBITCHKILLYOURSELFNOBODYLIKESYOUDIE

The words were stronger, in bold, and I was shaking. My knees buckled, and Bubbles flew to my side. And just like that, Bubbles faded away, and my looks faded too, as I found that I was wearing my blonde hair down, in an orange jumpsuit.

I look in the mirror, cupping my face in horror, before slapping the hand over my mouth. The mirror seems to be laughing at me, still writing the words, until they begin to cover each other.

And then I scream.

I barely hear myself scream, as someone shakes me, and I shake, dropping to my knees.

"Bubbles!" A voice hisses loudly. I stop screaming, only to look up at blue eyes staring back at me. Even as his grip leaves me, I still feel my knees knocking against each other in terror.

"What was that about?" He asks, puzzled, as I place my hands between my knees to stop them.

"Dunno. Just a nightmare. I'm fine now." I answer, lying.

"Right. So why'd you want me to come?"

"Well, this is going to sound kind of dumb, but..."
"But…?"
"I want to run away. With you."
He falls back slightly, letting go of my arms. Quickly, he regains his balance, hovered over my bed, rather than being on the floor.

"Yeah, Bubbles, that's… that's not funny." He murmurs, his face a little darker.

"What – what's not funny?"

"You're serious. Well… well… what about your sisters?" He asks, puzzled.

"They don't need me." I whisper, hugging my knees, burying my head between them. I focus on my duvet, refusing to look up.

He shakes his head. "You've got to… well… you have to stay, Bubbles. We can't just…"

There's that hesitance. He wants to do it, and I'm going to make him do it if I have to.

"But don't you like me, Boomer? Don't you want to help me?" I ask, trying to manipulate him. I couldn't believe it was coming to this.

He sighs. "Packed your stuff?"
"Yes."
"Let's go."

"What about your-"

"I'll get some new stuff." He says. I carefully climb out of bed, reaching for the window latch, hitting it until it opens. We float out breezily into the air, and we're quiet, our streams of blue being light, our movement being carefully relaxed. Nobody sees us, as everyone is asleep.

We drift, until we're finally by the shopping centre. I consult my watch, seeing 3:46. I nod, and he nods. "Mall's still sleeping." He says, as he dashes through the doors. I stand outside, confused. How did he get through closed doors?

The doors swing open, and he grins. "M'lady." He mockingly says, using hand gestures. I giggle, walking in and taking his hand, only to let go. We get to do whatever we want inside the mall.

It's amazing. I dance to CDs with Boomer, we try on clothes, laughing, posing; even putting makeup on each other. I dab at his face with a brush, giving him a dollish look. Pink blusher, red lipstick, redder than roses, and of course a blonde wig, the hair flowing past his shoulders. I'm proud of my handiwork.

I hold the hand mirror up, allowing him to inspect himself. He chuckles, a deep, hearty sound that makes me suddenly lean forward and kiss him. Surprised, he falls off his chair, the blusher hidden under the red flush.

I can't help but laugh. He has lipstick on his mouth, but he seemed to think it was a good idea to give me orange lipstick. It stands out with ease.

xxx

Blossom's POV

Me and Buttercup awaken, of course, nothing is how it should be. Instead, we find Bubbles is out of her bed, and Octi is missing too.

Buttercup, of course, has doubts. She ignored her, as they crept downstairs slowly. Eventually, we reach the kitchen, where we can hear clattering sounds. Buttercup stops worrying and nods. We walk in, and surely enough, there's someone who looks like Bubbles…

From the back of the head, anyway.

We both grin, jumping on them, grabbing their arms and hugging them. They look confused – very confused.

"Hi, I'm Bobby. Who are you?" He asks. We suddenly jump back, surprised.

"What do you mean…?"
"I don't know who you are talking abou-"

I wake up, properly, from the nightmare.

"Buttercup?" I ask. I shift my eyes around the room, and automatically, the space where Bubbles should sleep is gone.

"Breakfast time." She says, grinning. "Bubbles is already downstairs."

"Okay." I say, and I just choose to think she's not missing forever.

We both fly out of bed, straight towards the bathroom. Within like, seven seconds, we've showered and brushed our teeth.

Once we reach the kitchen, we see Professor cooking eggs and bacon. Bubbles is nowhere to be found.

"Professor?" I ask, quietly.

He turns. "Is Bubbles sleeping in?"

I don't usually lie, unless… unless there's a good reason.

"Um… yeah. She's probably going to be sleeping in for a while. Wouldn't wake her if I were you." I say quickly, as Buttercup shoots me a questioning look.

I draw a finger to my lips for a split second, and she sees. To make it seem more natural, I pinch my chin.

We gobble up our breakfast in our room, having carried it upstairs. Buttercup eats hungrily, and I eat slowly.

Eventually, we both can talk without food in our mouth. Well, Buttercup probably hid her food, but whatever.
"Bubbles isn't with us, you know." I say. "Do you think Mojo took her?"

"Absolutely not. Remember what happened last time, 10 years ago?"

"Oh… yeah. He's probably retired now, too."

10 years is a long time.

"Um… well, let's look at all the unretired villains." I suggest.

"Fuzzy Lumpkins?" Buttercup asks.
"Bubbles frightens him too, now."

"Um… the Rowdyruff Boys?" She asks, tapping her head.

"Are they still alive?"
"Yeah, I saw Butch at the beach." She mumbles, blushing slightly.

Ah. So they were alive. I took no notice of her blushing, nor did I honestly notice it.

"Well… Boomer or Brick, or even Butch could've kidnapped Bubbles." I logically point out. "But do you know where their base is?"
"Not really. But they may not have changed it from where we last found them."

"The arcade!"

"The sweet shop!"

We both say at the same time. I glance at her, and she glances at me.

"I thought it was the arcade."

"We can try both, you know…"

"How long do we have to stall Professor, though?"
"She's going to be in there. Call me when you find her, and if I find her, I'll call you." She nods, and flies downstairs.

Firstly, before I left, I rearranged Bubbles' bed to make it look like she was still there. Hopefully, Professor wouldn't even check.

But because I didn't know that, the timer was ticking. I had to go, and fast.