Time

Part 1: Long Enough


Chapter 4


Boomer woke up with a very stiff neck. He groaned slightly as he sat up from his bed and rubbed the back of it. He didn't believe he had slept in a strained position the previous night, but he couldn't be sure. He hadn't felt this bad since the time when HIM tried to take control of his mind. He shuddered. Just thinking about what happened all those years ago made him want to vomit.

He rolled his head from side to side before standing up from his bed. Just as he came out of his room, he heard the most obnoxious snoring coming from the guest room across the hall. Boomer rolled his eyes. How could his brother's comrades stand sleeping anywhere near him? He sounded like a sick bear.

Boomer sighed before he trotted his way downstairs. He jumped suddenly at a noise from down the hall. He glanced behind him and saw Sasha scratching at the backyard door. She almost looked invisible against the light snow that was falling from the sky and from the piles of it on the ground. Boomer smiled and jogged towards the door. He unlocked it and slid it open. Sasha made sure to wipe her paws on the large mat that was just in front of the door before coming into the warm home.

Boomer let Sasha out to explore and patrol the neighborhood when she got big and strong enough to handle a little crime. She made sure criminals stayed out of people's homes and would even trot along with those who were walking home by themselves in the dead of night. The civilians around the neighborhood frequently left Boomer and Sasha baked goods or special dog toys and treats in the mornings.

"Hello, Sasha. How was your night?" Sasha glanced up at him and opened her mouth. Her tongue lolled out of it and her chops twitched up into what she could get her owner to understand was a smile. Boomer chuckled. "That's good. Come on, I'll make us some breakfast. One of our neighbors, Joanna, left you some kind of breakfast pastries the last time you walked her home. I'll make you some if you want." Boomer made his way towards the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out the large roll of breakfast pastry. Sasha barked with want. Boomer chuckled and began to prepare her food.

After Boomer let Sasha eat, he made his own breakfast of pancakes and eggs. He sat down in the living room and switched on the television. He clicked through the channels before landing on some older Looney Toon cartoons that he always watched as a kid. Sasha played with one of her chew toys and rolled around on the floor beside him. Boomer dug into his breakfast and sighed in contentment.

Just as he finished his food, there was a knock at the door. Boomer set down his half empty plate and made his way to the front door. He unlocked it and pulled it open.

"Devon! How are you?" Boomer greeted the large, mahogany skinned man with a smile. He stuck out his hand, and Devon gave it a firm handshake.

"I'm well, I'm well. May I come in for a second?" Boomer let go of his hand and stepped back, opening the door further.

"Of course, come on in." Devon stepped in and removed his gloves and hat. Boomer closed the door behind him.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked politely. Devon shook his head.

"Oh no, thank you. I'll only be here a second." Boomer nodded.

"So what's up?" Devon's light brown eyes sparkled in excitement.

"We have a new neighbor!" he announced. Boomer raised his eyebrows.

"Really?" Devon nodded.

"Yup, he moved in either last night or the night before. I'm not really sure since I only heard about this from Joanna and Ambrosia. I swear, those women know everything about everything that goes on in this neighborhood." Boomer snickered thinking about all of the gossip that came his way whenever he spoke to the adoptive sisters.

"Who is he? Do they know his name at all?" Devon moved his eyes up to the ceiling in thought.

"Uh, something with a 'J,' I think. Like, I don't want to say girlish, but it definitely sounds like it could be a female name. At least, that's kind of how it's spelled. That's what the Neighborhood Gossip told me," he joked, referring to the sisters. Boomer could feel his throat tighten up. His mouth ran dry, and he could feel his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.

"Does this name happen to sound like it could be a nickname for 'Jessica' by any chance?" Devon snapped his fingers before pointing at Boomer.

"Ah, that's it! His name is Jessie! Thanks, bud. I knew it was something like that."

Oh god.

Boomer couldn't feel anything. He couldn't hear. He couldn't think. At least, he couldn't think about anything except for the notion that his long lost friend had returned to Townsville. Where did he go? How did he get back? Why did he just up and leave like that five whole years ago? Boomer quickly glanced up at Devon.

"Where does he live?" Devon pulled out a small piece of paper from his back pocket.

"The Neighborhood Gossip gave me his address." He handed Boomer the paper.

"Thank you, Devon." Devon scoffed.

"Don't thank me, thank the Neighborhood Gossip. They knew his address even before the poor guy moved in." He placed his hat and gloves back on and stepped up to the door. "Well, I'll be off. Make sure you say hi. Having a superhero around just might make him a bit more comfortable." He opened the door and stepped out into the chilly air. "Either that or make him pack up and leave with his tail between his legs." He chuckled before holding up a hand. "See you later, Boomer." Boomer waved and locked the door after Devon closed it. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He used to be the kind of guy to scoff and laugh at the people who told him that the past will come back to haunt you. But now, he was sure all of those people were subconsciously laughing at him.

"Shit…" Now, Boomer was extremely thankful that Brick was a heavy sleeper.


"Well, here we go." Boomer sighed as he exited his car. He locked the doors and eyed the house he was parked in front of .

It was an average suburban home with a quaint white door at the front. The porch was a bit bigger than the others on the street, and the exterior color was a soft, cool steel blue. The window frames matched the door color, and most of them were covered in drapes of some kind. The only one that wasn't was the window that seemed to look into the kitchen. Boomer sighed and waltzed up the small hill to the front door.

He stepped up the porch steps and lifted his hand to the doorbell. He took a deep breath before pushing down on the button. He backed away from the door and turned around, not quite ready to see Jessie's face when he opened the door. He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets.

Boomer frowned slightly. What was taking Jessie so long to open his door? He turned back around and pressed the doorbell once again. He waited for a good ten minutes before shuffling over to the only window that wasn't covered with the drapes. Nothing. Was Jessie not even home? Boomer sighed. Maybe it was a good thing. He didn't think he was ready to confront the brunette just yet anyway. Boomer sighed and jogged back down the porch and quickly moved down the small hill towards his car. He glanced back up at the house before sliding into the driver's seat. He placed the key into the keyhole but didn't turn on the engine. He stared up at the white door just to make sure Jessie wasn't rushing towards the door to catch whomever it was who desperately wanted to see him.

After what felt like a lifetime, there was still no movement coming from the steel blue house. Boomer grumbled and turned the engine on. He turned around and rolled his way back down to his side of the neighborhood.


Blossom glanced down at her buzzing phone on the steel table as she chomped away at her turkey and cheese sandwich. She was currently seated in the cafeteria of the laboratory she worked at. She was hoping she was going to have a nice, quiet break with no interruptions, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen.

Blossom sighed before wiping the crumbs from her fingers on a napkin. She pushed her neatly placed lab coat from her phone screen so she could see who was calling her. To her surprise, Boomer's face flashed on screen. She grabbed her phone and slid a finger over the green speak tab before holding it up to her ear.

"Hey, Boomer," she greeted.

"Hi, Blossom…" The pink Powerpuff frowned slightly. Boomer was usually a lot more cheerful when on the phone. She decided to pry.

"You okay? You sound like you've just seen something horrifying." Blossom giggled a bit at her own joke.

"Yeah, well, I haven't yet." Blossom pursed her lips in curiosity.

"What do you mean 'yet?'" Boomer sighed deeply from the other end.

"I think my past has finally come back to haunt me. My neighbor came over this morning and told me that we have a new resident in the neighborhood. You won't believe who it is." Blossom clutched her phone tighter, wanting to know even more.

"Who is it?"

"...It's Jessie." Blossom gasped.

"Jessie? But…but I thought he went missing!"

"That's what I thought! I guess he decided it was time to show up again." Blossom shook her head. It was so much to take in. She remembered all of the patrols she went on with her sisters when they were told of the news. It was a hard time for everyone, especially the blue Rowdyruff.

"Are…are you okay?" She knew mentioning Jessie to Boomer would result in the Rowdyruff to be drained of all positive feelings or cheerfulness for the rest of the day. She could tell it still hurt him.

"No, I'm not, believe it or not. I just… I went over to his house. It's a cute steel blue color with a white door and window frames. He's always had a thing for blue. I thought he would be there, but I guess I missed him. But just knowing that he's here, that he's in Townsville… it's… I don't know."

"Boomer, it'll be okay, I promise. I think the best thing you can do is to not bombard him with questions. It might make him uncomfortable. Remember, you two have seen each other in - what? Six, seven years? I think letting him naturally answer your questions would be best." Blossom rubbed her forehead. She didn't know if what she was saying was making Boomer feel any better or not. What was she supposed to say to him? She wasn't really in his position. Suddenly, Brick's face flashed through her mind. Oh, wait…

"Boomer, listen, I don't want you to make this awkward for yourself. You just have to swallow your pride and try to see him again. Maybe after that, you can set up a sort of 'date' so that you two can sit down and talk. Try going to a place that's special for the both of you. Trust me when I say talking will be the best remedy for your relationship right now. I'm sure you'll feel a lot better once you get everything off your chest." She thought back to her meeting with Brick. The only big thing she didn't mention was the feelings that she may or may not still have for him.

"Well, you can get most things off your chest." Boomer sighed heavily.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks for the advice, Mom Bloss." Blossom grinned. She felt like one of the group when Boomer had started calling her 'Mom Bloss' back in their senior year of high school. He told her that she would be a good mother someday, and he was thankful that she looked after him during the school year. Thus, Mom Bloss was born.

"You're so welcome, Boomer. Oh, before I forget, I've been talking to Bubbles, and we've decided that for the holiday season, we should all get together and go to a ski resort! I think it would be good for all of us to get away from the city for a bit. Plus, it'll kind of be like our trip to Virginia Beach junior year." Boomer seemed to perk up at the news.

"That sounds great! Just tell me when so I can call off for work. I think the store could let me go for a while. Hopefully, my boss will let me go. Am I going to need to buy a plane ticket by any chance?"

"Bubbles and I have it all under control. All you have to do is show up. We're leaving Saturday night at five. Our plane leaves for Utah at around six-thirty. Robin and Mitch are coming to pick you all up, and Buttercup said we can use her car for the luggage. And make sure you pack enough for two weeks since we're planning to stay for Christmas and New Years." Boomer agreed in excitement.

"Great! Oh, I can't wait! I should probably start packing now, huh?" Blossom giggled.

"Considering that it's Wednesday, yes, Boomer, you should definitely start packing." Boomer chuckled.

"Well, I know you're at work. I hope I didn't interrupted anything important."

"I'm on my break, so you called at the perfect time."

"Oh good. I'll get going then. Thanks again for the advice, Mom Bloss."

"Sure thing! If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me." Boomer agreed and said his goodbyes. Blossom turned off her screen and set her phone back down. She glanced at her watch and saw that she had a little under fifteen minutes left for break.

She grabbed her sandwich and quickly began to shove the rest into her mouth. Once she finished it off, she downed the bottled water and wiped her hands. She threw her trash away and grabbed her lab coat. Back to the grind.


Boomer moved his hips to the beat of the drums of the music he was playing. The speakers vibrated with the synths and bass of the electronic music that blasted from one of Boomer's favorite songs. He was in his room going back and forth from his closet to the large suitcase on his bed. He placed everything he would need for nearly two weeks.

Boomer could feel his spirits lift. Sure, he didn't get to see Jessie again, but Blossom was right: he just needed to play it cool. He didn't want to scare Jessie off with all of the questions that boiled in the pits of his mind. Even though he wanted to ask every question he could think of, he needed to control himself. He wanted their first meeting to be as natural as ever.

"Oh, shit," Boomer cursed to himself. He sighed deeply once he realized that he didn't have any toothpaste at all. "Well, time to go to the store." Boomer walked over to the small speakers and clicked them off. He picked up his phone from the small port in between the speakers. He grabbed his jacket off of his bed and headed downstairs.

Once he was in his car, Boomer sped down the street into the small plaza in the middle of his neighborhood. He parked next to the entrance of the small drug store and exited his car. He rushed in, chilled from the cold, and walked over to the toiletry section. He looked up and down across the aisle, trying to find the toothpaste he always used. Suddenly, he ran right into another person. He heard the scattering of bags and tubes on the ground and quickly leaned down to pick them up.

"I'm so sorry; I didn't see where I was going." Boomer apologized, not looking up. The other person chuckled.

"It's okay, we were both in the…" Boomer glanced up and froze. The other person stiffened just the same. Boomer knew those blue-hazel eyes anywhere.

"B-Boomer?" Jessie asked. Boomer smiled slightly.

"Yeah… What's up, Jessie?" The brunette smiled sweetly and quickly gathered up the rest of his fallen supplies. The two stood up falling into silence once more. Boomer took Jessie in.

Jessie's hair was still massively curly and fell over his forehead, almost covering one of his eyes. The sides were shaved down which left a line of curls starting from the back of his neck. The tips of the curls over his forehead were dyed a pink ombreing into a deep red color. Boomer frowned slightly. Jessie was always picky about what colors he chose to put in his hair. He even heard Jessie say that he never really liked the color red.

Boomer looked down at Jessie's well-assembled outfit, and his smile returned to his face. Same old Jessie. But there was still something… off about him. Boomer didn't know if it was the way Jessie was smiling unsurely at him, or if it was the way his eyes sparkled. He no longer saw the innocence that swam in those blue-hazel eyes. Something else replaced it.

"Are you okay?" Jessie asked, chuckling a bit. Boomer snapped out of his hard observations and smiled up at the brunette.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. It's just… it's really great to see you, Jessie. We…we were all pretty worried about you." Suddenly, Boomer felt a tremor under his feet. It was deep and vibrated violently. As soon as he felt it, it was gone. "Did you feel that?" he asked with a frown. Jessie stared at him.

"Feel what?" Boomer glanced up at him. Something was wrong with Jessie. He could feel it. The way he looked at him was… off. He growled at himself. He hated not being able to place his finger on what exactly was off about Jessie! It made him feel like the biggest piece of shit. Boomer decided not to bring up the vibrations he felt underneath him and shook his head.

"Nothing. It was probably just a really big truck or something." Jessie chuckled.

"Damn those super senses, am I right?" Boomer chuckled along with him.

"Definitely!" Jessie smiled. "So, how have you been, Jess? Where… where did you run off to? Like I said, we were all worried." Boomer turned back to the shelves, looking for his toothpaste. Jessie sighed.

"Things at home were awful. School was awful. I just had to get away. So, I left. I took nothing with me but my legs and the air in my lungs." Boomer came to a realization.

"You didn't want to be found." Jessie nodded.

"Yup. That's why my phone was left here." Boomer picked up two tubes of his toothpaste and glanced back up to Jessie.

"So, where did you go? Clearly, you've been doing well for yourself." Jessie opened his mouth to speak but a sharp, hissing whisper slithered its way into his head.

"Don't tell him anything. He will find out where you've been soon enough." Jessie clutched his head. Boomer frowned and placed a hand on the brunette's shoulder.

"Jess, you okay?" Jessie moved his hand from his head and shrugged off Boomer's grip on his shoulder.

"Fine. Listen, Boomer, I should get going. I'll see you later, okay?" Boomer nodded, although he was disappointed. He wanted Jessie to tell him everything, but it didn't look like he was going to get his wish.

"Yeah. I'll… see you later, Jessie." Jessie nodded and quickly made his way to the cash register. As he left, Boomer could've sworn that he saw a fleck of red spiking through Jessie's hazel eyes.

Boomer turned and saw Jessie quickly gather up his bags and head straight for the door, exiting into the cold winter air. Boomer sighed. He walked over to the register himself and paid for his toothpaste. After he exited the store, he looked around the parking lot to see if he could spot Jessie's car. No such luck. Boomer grumbled to himself about being an idiot and chasing Jessie off as he clambered into his car.

Once Boomer was home, he rushed back up the stairs to his room and packed the toothpaste up with the rest if his toiletries.

"There. Ready for nearly two weeks of snowy fun." Even though he was packed and ready to go, Boomer felt a sting in his chest. He was leaving town for a while, but his mind would be staying behind, thinking about Jessie.


Saturday came faster than Boomer expected. It was nearing five o'clock, and he was frantically placing his luggage down by the door. He checked his list twice and even three times before he was satisfied. He patted his pockets to make sure he had his keys, phone, and wallet and was happy that they were all there.

He made his way back downstairs and patted Sasha on her head.

"Alright girl, I'll see you in about two weeks. Think you can survive that long without me?" Sasha gave him a look that only asked, 'are you serious?' Boomer chuckled and gave her one more pat on the head. "Good, girl." Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He unlocked it and saw that he got a text from Bubbles.

'We're outside!' it read. Boomer smiled and grabbed his bags. He slung his book bag on his back and took the other two rolling suitcases in his hands. He opened up his door and exited, locking up behind him.

"Hey, Boomer!" The blonde glanced up and saw Blossom and Buttercup waving from the green Powerpuff's Mustang. Boomer waved back with a bright smile and trudged down across the snow to the car. Blossom jumped out and opened her arms out for a hug. Boomer let go of his bags and hugged her warmly.

"All of your stuff can go into the back. Just find an open spot." Boomer nodded and rounded to the trunk of the car.

"Hey, Little Boy Blue!" Butch's voice rang out to him from an approaching van. It pulled up just behind the Mustang. Butch quickly got out and grabbed his unsuspecting brother.

"Ah! Butch. Can't… Just because I'm superhuman doesn't mean… ah… that I don't need… Oxygen!" Butch cackled and lifted his brother off of the ground, clutching him tighter.

"Butch, will you please not strangle our brother? Leave that until after we get to Utah." Brick crossed his arms over his broad chest with a lopsided smile.

"Yeah, Butch. Wait, after?" Butch sighed and dropped Boomer from his clutches, which caused the blonde to plop to the ground on his backside.

"Fine, I'll strangle him after we get there." Brick rolled his eyes playfully and helped Boomer up.

Once the two got everything in the back of Buttercup's car, Boomer climbed into the van. He gasped and smiled once he saw how else was in the van.

"Sup, man!" Mitch chuckled from the passenger seat up front. Boomer smiled and clapped hands with the brunette.

"Nothing much! How've you been? Man, I haven't seen you since freshman year of college!" Mitch chuckled.

"Oh you know, I've been pretty good. And I've recently moved in with the love of my life." Robin giggled and glanced back at Boomer.

"He just says that to stay on my good side," she joked with a roll of her blue eyes. "How are you, Boomer? Haven't really heard from you." Boomer shrugged.

"I'm good, I guess." He suddenly thought back to his bump in with Jessie for the first time in five years. He hoped his face didn't give anything away. "I… could be better, though."

"You're not doing okay?" Bubbles spoke up from the seat next to him. Boomer smiled slightly.

"Just trying to find a job for me. I don't think I could be a grocery store box boy for the rest of my life. It's been kind of stressful." Bubbles nodded.

"Don't worry, I get it. Finding a job isn't easy. But I'm sure you'll get one, no problem." Boomer nodded and buckled himself in. Brick and Butch moved the third seat in the second row up so they could clamber into the back. Vincent reluctantly climbed in the back, squeezing himself next to Brick. The redhead seemed to growl down at the brunette and moved as far away from Vincent as he could. Butch grinned at their discomfort and tried to suppress a laugh.

Once everyone was as settled as they were willing to get, Robin pushed a button above her which closed the doors. She gave a honk to the Mustang in front of them, signaling that they were ready. Buttercup honked back and pulled away from the sidewalk, driving down the road with the van following close behind.


"Ah! I'm so excited! I can't believe we actually got first class. Bloss, you are amazing!" Robin bounced in the comfy, cream colored chair in excitement. She swiveled around to face Blossom with a large grin. "I can't believe you actually know the captain!" Blossom giggled.

"He's a friend of dad's. Professor told him we were going on a little winter getaway and was glad to give us the best seats this plane can offer." Robin swiveled back around with a small squeal.

"Make sure you thank your dad when we get back then." Mitch chuckled at his girlfriend's bubbly look on her face and poked her exposed belly. Robin squeaked and snuggled up to his shoulder. Mitch chuckled once more and pulled Robin closer.

Butch pushed his bag up into the overhead container and plopped back down next to Buttercup.

"Hey." Buttercup glanced up at him and smiled.

"Hey." Butch popped the chewing gum he had in his mouth and smirked, laying his head back on the chair.

"You okay?" he suddenly asked. Buttercup scoffed.

"Butch, you asked me this when we came to pick you up, before we got into the airport, and right before we got on the plane. Since you seemed to be deaf those three whole times, I'll say it again; I'm. Fine."

"You don't feel sick at all? No sort of cramps or whatever?" Buttercup snorted.

"Cramps, Butch?" The green Rowdyruff shrugged his shoulders, frowning.

"Well, I don't know what women go through when they're pregnant!" Buttercup shook her head, glancing back out the small window.

"You should've bought that baby book I told you to get. But no. You didn't think it was," she held up her fingers, "'manly' enough for your precious time." Butch scoffed.

"It's not! How many guys do you see reading some dumb, girly baby book?" Buttercup whipped her head around with a fire in her eyes.

"The guys who want to make their pregnant girlfriends happy by trying to be a better father! That's who, Butch! God, if you can't step up and at least do that little thing for me, then how do you expect to raise a child with me?" Her voice grew. Buttercup's face was turning red, and her voice crackled with her borderline shrieking at the man sitting next to her. Her eyes even took on an acid-like glow to them. Everyone else stopped their conversations to glance at the feuding couple.

"You need to step the fuck up and step up quickly if you want to be a part of this baby's life! If you can't do that, what the hell am I supposed to tell him or her? Oh, your daddy didn't want to learn how to take care of you, so he moved on? Butch, I ask nothing of you! EVER! I never ask you to do one damn thing for me! Now, I ask you to do this one little thing to get you to get your act together, and what do you say? That it's not manly enough for your time?" Buttercup's eyes began to water. She silently cursed at herself once she felt the sting of tears at the corners of her eyes. She hated crying in front of all the others.

"FUCK YOU, BUTCH! FUCK YOU!" The raging Powerpuff finally whipped back around to the window and scooted her way as far away from Butch as she could. The air was filled to the brim with crackling tension. No one could escape the discomfort caused by the argument that just ensued. Butch stared at her, wanting to say something, but before he could, the pilot walked into first class with a bright smile on his face along with his copilot.

"Hello, folks! Are ya'll ready for the trip?" The other adults all put on their best smiles and agreed. All except for Buttercup and Butch. The pilot seemed satisfied and made his way to the cockpit along with his copilot. The copilot seemed star struck as she walked past the superheroes and tried not to stare all that much. Once they were gone, the first class section continued to ring with tension.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting, the pilot's voice rung out from the speakers. He informed the passengers that it would take four hours and eight minutes to get from Townsville to Utah. The pilot also announced that there would be little to no cloud coverage for the whole flight. Then, he told them to sit back, relax , and to have a great flight.

Once the flight attendants went over the safety regulations, the pilot clicked on the engine and eased the large aircraft towards the runway. He lined up as perfectly as he could get it and stepped on the accelerator. The plane sped down the runway before lifting off steeply into the sky. The lights were then clicked off once the plane was leveled out, leaving the whole interior in slight darkness.

That's when Butch heard it. Small sniffles and sobs coming from the woman sitting next to him. He removed his headphones and glanced down at her shaking figure. The others seemed to hear Buttercup too, since they all ceased their quiet conversations. Butch felt awful. He didn't mean to make her so upset. But she was right. He had to step up his game if he wanted to keep his girl and his unborn child. Butch reached out to her and gently grabbed her arm before wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards his chest. Buttercup let him guide her and buried her face in her hands.

"I can't do this by myself… I can't do this alone…" Butch kissed the top of her head tenderly.

"Shh, shh, I know. I'm sorry, Buttercup. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you so upset. I'm sorry." Buttercup removed her hands from her face but continued to sob. Butch kissed her wet cheek and brought a hand up to wipe the tears away. He leaned down and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. With each loving word, Buttercup's cries quieted down.

Buttercup sniffed one last time before curling up into Butch's arms. Butch held her tight and placed a gentle hand on top of Buttercup's belly. He needed to start thinking about what was in there. He needed to be the best dad he could be.

"Hey, Kitten?" Buttercup glanced up at him.

"Uh-huh?" Butch meet her eyes.

"Have… you been thinking about names at all?"


The four hours went by quickly. Once the plane rolled up to the terminal, the group unbuckled their belts and grabbed all of their stuff. They chattered away as they made their way into the airport and down to the luggage pick up.

Before they went to go pick everything up, Blossom organized them into two groups. Buttercup, Bubbles, Robin, and Butch were in charge of finding them two rental cars while Brick, Boomer, Mitch, Vincent, and her all took care of the luggage. Once she split up the group, Blossom led the other men towards the luggage claim. After they successfully grabbed all of the luggage, Blossom received a text from Robin saying that they found the perfect cars for them. Blossom sent her a text back instructing Robin to pull up near the exit.

Robin drove one van while Bubbles drove the other. They pulled up as close to the exit as they could and opened the trunks and doors for the other adults. Brick, much to Vincent's dissatisfaction, insisted on handling the luggage and began to pack it into each van. Blossom reassured her boyfriend that Brick has always been the stubborn one and liked to do things his way.

Soon, it was time for them to head off to find the resort. Blossom directed while Robin dove, the other van close behind. Robin expressed much love for Blossom's navigating skills once she realized that the pink Powerpuff got them to their resort in under twenty minutes. Once they arrived Blossom, along with Vincent, went to go check in. Brick offered to go, but Blossom insisted that he stayed near the vans. Brick huffed and crossed his arms with a deep scowl on his face. Buttercup jumped out of the van and glanced up at him.

"You can't pout forever, Brick Head." Brick snarled.

"I'm not pouting. I'm having a well-deserved scowl. Is there a reason why I've been cast to the side like this?" Buttercup rolled her tired eyes.

"You're not her boyfriend. If you were then that would be you being all touchy feely with her as you checked in. Might as well get over it." Brick clenched his jaw.

"Hmph." Blossom and Vincent came back out and told them which cabin they would be staying in. The group all clambered back into the vans and headed up a small road to their very large, two story cabin.

Bubbles and Robin quickly got out and ran towards the door, excited to see the inside. Once they were in, all the others could hear were their squeals of delight.

"I guess that means it's pretty cool in there." Boomer chuckled. Brick patted his brother's chest with a broad smile.

"Race ya!" He took off towards the cabin with Boomer right on his tail. Blossom called out to them.

"Hey! Who's going to help with this luggage?" Brick turned around as he stood at the open cabin door.

"Don't worry, Red! We'll come back and help!"

"Yo, Brick, there's a hot tub!" Brick grinned in the direction of Boomer's voice. He glanced back at Blossom and shrugged.

"Or, you know, maybe not!" Before Blossom could protest further, Brick disappeared into the house.

"Mitch, come here! I think I found our room!" The rest of the group glanced up and saw Robin standing on the snowy balcony. Mitch chuckled and called back up to her.

"Be right up, Roe." Mitch jogged away to catch up with her.

"Mitch!" Blossom protested.

"Sorry, Bloss! You know how it is!" Mitch saluted to the remaining group before ducking into the building.

Butch chuckled and grabbed his and Buttercup's luggage before grabbing her hand, leading her towards the cabin.

"Seriously?" Buttercup giggled.

"I'm pregnant! I deserve sleep." Blossom groaned once she noticed that it would only be her and Vincent taking care of all the luggage.

"Can you believe them?" she asked the tall brunette. Vincent chuckled.

"Well, Buttercup actually does have a legitimate excuse." Blossom rolled her eyes playfully.

"Har, har. Come on, let's do this before we freeze to death." Vincent agreed and followed Blossom to the back of the van, helping her out.


"Look at them. Being… happy. You deserved that happiness. You still do. Go now, make sure you use this time wisely." The brunette glared down at the laughing, happy group of adults.

"Are you sure they won't see me?" HIM chuckled.

"Oh, they'll never have the slightest idea of your presence." Jessie's lips upturned into a fanged smirk. His deep, blue-hazel eyes morphed into swimming, pink and red orbs. He was ready.

"I won't disappoint you." The demon chuckled and leaned down to Jessie's ear.

"Oh Jessie, I never had a doubt in my mind." With a flick of his claw, Jessie fazed away into thin air, cloaking in invisibility.

They would pay. He planned to get what he wanted, even if it meant spilling innocent blood.


HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Oh my goodness, I can't believe it is already 2016! I graduate this year from high school, YAY! It's exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time.

So, I know this chapter is a long time coming. I'm sorry. I don't really have an excuse but, if you are still in school than you know how nice it is to have two whole weeks off to do absolutely nothing. It's great. I did work on some of this chapter during break and got it finished during the weekend. Revising it with my Beta took about two days after break so it wasn't that bad. I really hope you all like this chapter. It was really fun to write. Especially when Jessie came back.

If you read carefully and have a good memory, than you'll be able to see some... similarities to when Boomer and Jessie first met to this time when they meet again. I bet some of you caught that.

Well, all I want to say now is that I hope each and every one of you had a fantastic break and, if you celebrate, You got everything you wanted for Christmas. And I hope you all had a happy New Year!

I'll see you next chapter! It will be kicking off part 2!

Bye Guys!

~TheRedWolf