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I'm sorry for the lack of update. I had the 4th chapter and half of the 5th typed out. . .and then my laptop crashed. On Thanksgiving, no less. Just got it back up, so hopefully, after retyping all that I lost, I'll be able to update a little more often.

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Summary: After their creation, Professor Utonium decided he didn't want kids. Out in the street and on their own, what will they do when a helping hand leads them to darkness?

Chapter 04

Four thirty had come and gone. School let out several hours ago, and it was a longer time still since she and Bubbles had dragged Buttercup into the health room. It was only by pure luck that it was Ms. Honn on duty today, instead of Mrs. McAlistar. Ms. Honn knew their father and was lenient about the girls staying in the health room to chill when they've had a bad day. She, besides Klarissa, was the only one in the Aboveground who knew that the Blossom and her sisters had superpowers. Their healing abilities were also known, so the Blossom and Bubbles could hide their injured sister in here rather than have her go to the hospital.

A soft sigh brought Blossom's attention to the bed, where Bubbles was curled up next to Buttercup, her head fitting snugly under the blackette's chin, both fast asleep. Mild jealously roared through Blossom before she could fully squash it down. The bed clearly wasn't big enough to fit all three of them for when they wanted comfort. Bubbles had already been on the verge of crying, leaving Blossom to cede to her blonde sister. The redhead had opted for just holding Buttercup's hand. Bubbles let out another sigh and Blossom turned her thoughts to the blonde.

"You've known about these three for how long, Bubbles, how long?" she thought aloud. She brushed over the back of Buttercup's hand with her thumb as she thought. "I can tell that you really like Boomer. Is that why you wanted to keep their identities anonymous to us? Because you wanted your own Cinderella ending?" Blossom turned her red eyes to her sisters once more as betrayal chased away the remnants of jealousy left in her body. Sadness then encroached upon her, and she had to lock it up before it transmitted to her two sleeping sisters. "Bubbles, you should know we can never have a fairytale ending. It's not a life we can live. . ." She turned her thoughts back to the Rowdyruff boys. "Sure, you have your blonde prince, and Buttercup will eventually sex up Butch, but whether or not she'll want to stay with him is all up to how fast Butch can worm himself into her heart. And Brick-" The memory of red hair flashed in her mind and warmth flooded her face. And Brick was even nice enough to drop off my books, she continued in her mind. He is what I would call a Prince Charming, she recollected as a memory of him dropping off her things flashed in her mind.

She and Bubbles had just situated Buttercup in one of the softer beds in a back room, the bell having just rung, and she was just on her way to the door to grab her study guide and books left back in the cafeteria. He seemed to appear out of nowhere in the doorway, and had startled the ruby redhead when he had held out her books. Taking them with a 'thank you,' their hands momentarily brushed and a shock ran through both of them. "Must have been the static electricity," Blossom had stated, brushing off the feeling as she recoiled her arms to bring her hands and books to her chest. She took a step back, Brick's arm raising as if to follow her before falling back to his side. Her eyes went wide as his stared into her-no, seemed to stare through her before giving his head a small shake. Nodding to her, he left in a swirl of his jacket, having said nothing to her at all.

Blossom's hand tightened on Buttercups, and she distracted herself momentarily by looking at her younger sister. Their healing powers seemed to be working. With having contact with each other, cuts that were visible had vanished an hour after Bubbles had snuggled onto the bed. The large gash that cut open Buttercup's temple puckered in a pink scar, and in a few more hours would be gone entirely. This was an ability that combined their natural healing energies to focus on the most injured. Contact was a must, otherwise it wouldn't work. The bruises that littered Buttercup's arms and legs no more than two hours ago were already gone. In fact, the only thing keeping Buttercup asleep now, was-

"How long have you been up?" Blossom asked her darker haired sister, keeping her voice low to prevent their blonde sister from waking.

"Not very long. I felt a wave of embarrassment and warmth, and it was too much for me. It roused me from my peaceful slumber. Oh, woe is me!" Buttercup replied, sarcasm lacing her tone as she raised her free arm to touch the back of her hand to her forehead in mockery. Blossom could only toss a half-hearted glare.

"You had us worried, you know? You should stop doing stupid things like that!" the redhead started to berate her sister. Buttercup lowered her arm and chuckled.

"What, you mean run for my life? Sure, I'll stop doing that!" Ah, the sarcasm just continued. Blossom just shook her head at her sister's antics.

"Anyway, we should get going. Papa is going to wonder where we're at and-" She started to get up but was halted when Buttercup used her hand to pull her back down.

"Bubbles needs the rest. She still has her mission tonight, and if we went home, Father's newest slut," she spat, "would make sure she wouldn't." The blackette settled back down on her pillows. Blossom nodded. Buttercup closed her eyes again and swiftly joined Bubbles in Dreamland, her breathing evening out.

Blossom felt drained. It was emotionally stressing today, and she was just ready for it to be over. Disregarding the lack of space on the bed, the redhead climbed in next to her sisters who instinctively made room for her. Blossom joined her sisters in Dreamland in the giant puppy dog pile they created.

I wonder how much he missed me, Blossom managed to think before she slipped into the unreality that Dreams presented.