(Butch POV)

"Goddamn it, why can't she just put that do-gooder stuff behind her?" I asked myself while walking home in the cold. Winter is definitely on it's way. The air feels like icicles. When I got to the door of our apartment, I hear Brick and Boomer bitching about something. I open the door and they just stare at me as I walk past them to the kitchen.

"What are we going to do about Butch?" I hear Boomer whisper.

"I don't fucking know. But we got to do it fast."

"Why don't I just try talking to him about it?"
"Whatever. You do that. But if it doesn't work, which it won't, then I'll beat his ass and take away his Chemical X." Bitch please. Brick can't win against me. Just like Blossom can't win against Buttercup. It's in our damn formulas. I walk to the balcony for a smoke and see the idiots through the window, staring blankly at each other. Then the TV turns on. Shit, it's HIM again. I quickly put out the cigarette against my hand and walk back to the living room.

"Helloooo, Boys. So nice to seeee you!" his voice seriously pisses me off.

"Shut up. And skip to whatever you want to say." Brick hollered.

"Butch I expected better manners from youuu."

"Fuck you HIM. I'm Brick." Stupid jerk. He could at least pay attention to our names.

"Excuseee me. Not my fault you all look the same!" I could see Brick getting ticked off, "and I'm here to see if you'll take my… offerrr." He purred.

"We're not sure…" Boomer sulked.

"Not sureee? About what? I promise to save your 'father' in exchange for one of you. I don't bite boys. With me, you'll get to do whatever you like, rob banks, steal pricelessss artifacts, terrorize millions. Anythingg. You boys are like sons to me too, I brought you back after the girls destroyed you."

"Bullshit, you're going to make us your personal slaves. You only brought us back that time cause you couldn't defeat the girls by yourself. And then you left us after we failed. Mojo was always there for us." I just had to include my opinion for the matter.

"Butchieee. You just lovee Mojo, just like your little brother Boomer over there? Don't you want to make him proud? Don't you want to save him? I can help you. I can save him and help you defeat the stupid Powerpuff Girls." Fuck. How can I save Mojo, and not kill Blossom in the process?

"We accept your proposal. Just give us some time to think about which one of us will go with you." That mother fucking asshole. Brick. He better be saying that he's volunteering for it, cause he does not get to make that decision.

"Finee. Just perfect. Just as a side note, I do hope its' you that joins me, Butch. You're more disobedient than the other two, but definitely stronger. I could use that. Think about itttt." And with that, he was gone. I swear I'm never watching TV on that thing again.

"Brick, the fuck was that? You have no goddamn right to agree to this on our part!" I screamed.

"What other choice do we have? To let Mojo die? To just fucking sit here?"

"Oh fuck you! You're just as self-righteous as Blossom!"

"Don't even get me started on you and that Bitch! Let alone compare me to her!"

"Screw you and your bullshit. What do you plan on doing? Make Boomer or I sacrifice ourselves so you can go suck up to Mojo? You treat us as if we're your damn minions and Boomer feels the same way, he's just too afraid to say anything to you!"

"Don't change the topic! I know very well what's going on between you and Pinkie. Getting laid any time you possibly can."

"You're wrong. She won't even talk to me."

"At least SHE'S doing the right thing."

"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" Boomer interrupts our bickering, "We have plenty of time to talk about this shit. Instead of figuring out a way for us to help Dad without HIM, you two are bitching at each other. You're letting HIM win!"

"Sorry Boomer." I apologized.

"I think it's time to visit Mojo again." Brick stated.

"For once, I think you're right."

(Boomer POV)

We each drove our cars to Cityville where Mojo moved with us back in third grade. I rode in my navy blue 2002 Toyota MR2 Spyder; Butch had his forest green 1967 Pontiac GTO, and Brick drove a cherry red 2004 F430 Ferrari. We each had a thing for cars. Very different taste, but it was the only topic we really had in common. Cityville was a kind of utopia for us. Crime was practically legal there. But I guess it got boring, being able to steal with no trouble at all. Butch said there was no thrill in crime anymore. He was right, no risk, no fun. When we got to the old apartment (not that it looked old, it just was ours anymore), Dad was looking out the old window. He looked worse than he did last time. My brothers and I walked up the stairs to see Dad with his cane at the door. He welcomed us in and talked to each of us alone. Brick went with Dad to his room first while Butch and I sat in the sitting room. Then it was Butch's turn. I made cucumber sandwiches for my brothers and a hot chicken soup for Dad to warm him up. When Butch came back, I left him and Brick to talk to Dad. And yes I brought the soup.

"Boomer? Come closer." He looked frail and tired. I held back tears from my eyes. I didn't want Butch to say I was a pussy.

"I don't need to tell you what's happening. Do not cry my son. I know what deal Brick struck with HIM. I don't want that guy healing me. Especially if it means I have to lose one of you. Understand?"

"But Dad! I-"

"No buts! Remember there is only one Mojo Jojo, and that is me! I am an old man-"

"Give yourself some credit. You aren't THAT old."

"Shut up and listen. I AM an old man. I've wasted most of my lifetime fighting three little girls. And I know I placed a lot of pressure on you boys to destroy them for me. But my illness has given me a new perspective on the Powerpuff Girls. Did you know that Bubbles donates money to me to help the hospital treat me?" Bubbles. Damn her for her kindness. She's so, sweet.

"I've always secretly liked the Powerpuff Girls. After all, I accidentally assisted the Professor in creating them. It was that generosity of theirs that drove me mad as a young monkey. Now, I understand. I see them for who they are. And I know Bubbles likes my youngest, most sensitive son. I want you to know that I hope you forgive them, and forgive me for my wrongs while raising you boys."

"Dad, you never did wrong by me. But please don't die. Let HIM help you."

"My decision is final. You better call him tomorrow and tell him the deal is off." He hugged me and told me to get my brothers and go.

"I'm going to fight for you, Dad." That was my last announcement to Dad before leaving.

(Blossom POV)

I really didn't want to be friends with Butch. I still worry that things might get out of hand. Who's to say they won't? But I made a promise to Buttercup and I planned on keeping my integrity. I walked in to Chemistry and before I could even sit in my regular seat at the front of the class, Mr. Harwitz said he was moving all of our seats. But wouldn't you know it; Butch is still sitting next to me. Only now it's worse, we got moved to the back of the class. Harwitz just wants to punish me for not joining Chemistry Club this year because of the Debate Team. And it's not that I hate Butch, I just feel wrong liking him. I keep holding myself accountable for all the wrong he's done in his life. Perhaps Buttercup is right, maybe he did change. Now that Butch and I are in the back, we do have more opportunities to talk to one another.

"So… Are you still pissed at me?" He whispered.

"A bit. But I decided that it's fine to be just friends. Nothing wrong with that."

"Finally. Holy shit you can hold a grudge!" He was a little too loud.

"Language!" I hissed.

"Blossom? Do I need to give you a zero for participation?" Blundering Idiot. Not only does he have the wrong formula on the board, he also expects me to pay attention to him while he makes mistakes.

"No Sir. It won't happen again." I take out my extra note pad and write a note to Butch:

Stop Talking! You're going to get me into trouble!

Hey, you said the last word. You're the bad one. Passing notes to a strange boy in class :)

Ugh. You're despicable. What are you doing anyway? That certainly doesn't look like Chemistry.

Oh, it's song lyrics. I'm trying to make my own for the Battle of the Bands in June. Btw; Is it me or is Hartwitz the only teacher that dislikes you?

He hates me! He has this weird personal vendetta against me because I wouldn't join his stupid Chemistry Club. Not to mention I'm the only one that knows he secretly wears a toupee.

LOL. What an asshole! Maybe he just cant get over the fact that you manage to be smart and beautiful ;D

Calm down, Romeo. Keep the complements on a friendly level!

The last line made him chuckle. Mr. Harwitz kept giving us dirty looks so we stopped writing notes to each other. Instead we wrote his notes. That day we got assigned a project/lab on determining concentration by acid-base tiration. Since we sit next to each other, Butch and I were partners.

"Well, this isn't awkward," he joked.

"How are we going to work on this together? You can't come over my house or the Professor might have a nervous breakdown. And I CERTAINLY can't go over your house with Brick there." I sighed.

"There's always the library. We could walk there after school together."

"That's actually a good idea." I smiled.

"See, I'm not completely useless." We're just working on a project in the library. How bad can that be?

(Bubbles POV)

So like, I went to the art room after school to work on my Koi Fish painting. Mrs. E wants to put in the Art Show already. She said she wants me to do a whole collection of them! I really like doing them cause they're like really pretty, the fish I mean. I was about half way done when Boomer walked in. Aah, he's so cute! Since my usual flirting tactics weren't working, it was a time for a change in plans. See, I TOTALLY know the whole Blossom/Butch situation. Now Buttercup thinks Blossom is just being a little bit stuck up. That may be true, but it's the best strategy: Play hard to get. Guys so want what they can't get. It makes them feel powerful, when they win of course. So like when Boomer walked in to the art room, I ignored him. That sure got his attention.

"Hey Bubbles" He said. That slight smile on his face was just gorgeous.

"Oh, hey Booker." I said the wrong name on purpose.

"It's Boomer. Remember?"

"Oh right. Whatever, I'm not interested anymore."

"What? Why?"

"You waited too long." I winked.

"Bubbles, please give me another chance. You don't understand why I didn't ask you out the first day I saw you." So you did like me? The little Liar.

"Oh, so you wanted to ask me out huh?" Keep it going, Bubbles, you almost have him locked.

"Yeah, it's my dad. He's always told us about how much he hated you. I wanted to make him proud by ruining your life. He's dying." I didn't know that's why he pretended to hate me. That's so, sad.

"I know. I felt really bad. Bet you didn't know I visited him every week. At first he didn't want my help but he's fine with it now. And he's slowly getting better."

"I'm really sorry, Bubbles. Will you please be my girlfriend?" Aww, so brave. I like that sensitive side of his.

"Take this as an answer." I kissed him on the cheek and smiled. I swear his face just lit up as he put his arm around me and kissed my lips.

"Let's keep this a secret." He and I said it at the same time.

(Brick POV)

After Biology, I made my way to my new favorite period, Study Hall. Practically ran down the hallway. I sat down next to Buttercup and took out my next set of X-Men comics to talk about: Uncanny X-Men, Wolverine: Origins, Generation X, and Age of Apocalypse.

"Hey, What did you bring today?" She laughed and pointed at my oversized backpack.

"Oh, nothing much. Just four almost complete series of X-Men comics." I smirked at her.

"No way! Holy crap this is awesome" She perused through my bag and the various issues.

"Language Miss!" The librarian yelled.

"How come she can yell, bitch?" she muttered under her breath.

"Why don't you ask her?"

"You dare me? Don't think I won't!" She started beating up my arm.

"Okay, okay, I believe you! So aggressive."

"That's right, Brickhead." We stopped fighting and went back to comics. We got through a eighth of it so I let Buttercup borrow a few before the bell rang.

"Hey Butter, -"
"Don't call me Butter! It's ButterCUP."

"Moody, much? Anyway, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to Princess's Party on Saturday with my brothers and me. And I guess you can bring your sisters along too. You know how I feel about that Bubbles of yours."

"Oh, yeah sure, no prob. Just pick us up. BE ON TIME." She sounded a bit morose.


** SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I've had so much going on. Junior year is completely horrible. EGAHHH.

This chapter is short because it's just a lead into the next one. Thank you so much for the support though! :)