TacosXPieXAnime:Man...I love PPG...as you may notice. I've been watching a lot of my box set and PPGZ a lot. I'm so addicted to things. Oh well. I hope you enjoy. I know I took a while. It's perhaps not perfect, but I had to think it through a kit when writing. SO HERE GOES!
The Professor left...
The hospital was such an odd place. Everything seemed so white as if you could stain the purity of it all. She had not been to the hospital often, seeing as not many things could injure or infect her. So it had been an even rare incident when the Professor had been rushed to the hospital. She had found him laying face down in the lab. At first she had not known what to do, but she had managed to recall some sense of normality which was sorely lacking in her life and call 911.
When she had arrived they had told her all sorts of things. She hadn't understood any of them, that is until they had asked if she would like to call any of the relatives to come to the hospital. She had called both sisters...Neither had picked up.
"Miss Utonium?"
She looked up at the young woman in scrubs. She had a sad smile plastered on her face and somehow it didn't sit well with her. She had seen that smile one too many times and it hurt to see it on someone she didn't even know.
"Yes, do you need something?"
"Would you like to know your father's condition?"
Biting her lip...she supposed she had nothing to lose and nodded.
Bad choice.
"Miss Utonium...I'm afraid your father has metastatic brain cancer...he also has a number of tumors ranging from his brain to various places on his body. I'm afraid most of this is caused by his lung cancer. If you would like a few moments alone with him, I can show you to his room."
She didn't wait for the nurse to show her to the room. She ran, running through a wall in the process, and leaving a bright green dash behind her which faded to leave skid marks. Finding the room which held her father she looked inside. He laid on the stark white bed hooked up in all different areas and all different wires all around him. They held him like dark wiry fingers and she wanted to tear them off and yell at the doctors and order them to make him better.
He raised his head slightly to look at her before smiling. That damn smile again...she hated it.
"So I guess I'm busted now huh?" he asked laughing which was put to a stop as she punched the wall.
"HOW CAN YOU LAUGH AT A TIME LIKE THIS?!" she cried falling on him and hugging him as tightly as she could," Why...Why wouldn't you tell one of us? I would've helped...You know I would...You said you didn't have to worry about me..."
"I don't have to worry about you Buttercup; you were always the strongest out of all of us." said the Professor his arms wrapped limply around her body. He seemed so frail, like glass and she was afraid, if she squeezed too hard, would he break? Or was the Professor wrong about her, and she would break in his stead?
"Are you sure...How can you be so sure?" she asked, choking on her own breath. How could he be sure of anything at this point? So many things had happened which could have been prevented, how could he be sure? How?
"Because who else could be so strong and determined to fix what I've done?" he asked pulling her face back to look in her eyes. Those dark eyes, they held so much knowledge in them. So much which was put to the energy to create three perfect little girls.
"Dad...do you regret making us?"
The look in his eyes. It was not the same sadness which was held in our eyes. This was a whole new breed, as if I could see his soul breaking in his eyes. No tears came however; in fact nothing came just that heart breaking sadness which seemed to fill the room. It felt as if at this moment that happiness had never existed and it never shall.
"I could never regret something that made me smile as much as you all have."
She choked on her own breath, her own sobbing becoming apparent. When was it going to end? When?
"Are you...Are you going to...die?" she whispered the last word so quietly it didn't sound human to her acute ears.
"...I do not know as of now Buttercup. The tumors and cancer will need to be extracted from my skull. In my lung there is a tumor and they will have to remove that too Buttercup. So I am merely hoping for the best." he said laying his head down to the pillow. He looked so frail, it only dawned on her now that perhaps her creator wasn't made of the same stuff she and her sisters were.
With that thought ending, she looked to the door at the small sound of it being opened. Blossom and Jim entered a rather odd occurrence. She sighed looking at that blank look in Blossom's eyes, they caused more pain than Blossom realized. More pain than...what was it again? When did Blossom leave? She couldn't remember again.
"Hello Professor."
The Professor winced. Whether it was the sound of Blossom's voice or perhaps he had been in pain, she could not tell. However the usual monotone of Blossom's voice had been replaced by a sort of maliciousness, which was enough to make her grind her teeth together. Blossom did retain that blank face however, with Jim standing behind her.
"Hello Blossom, did you come to visit me?"
That did it. That serene expression disappeared replaced by pure anger. Blossom's face was almost terrifying despite how much she herself had been angry. Her blood-shot eyes glared furiously at the Professor and her mouth was curled in a snarl. Jim put a hand on her shoulder which she promptly slapped away none too gently.
"So you're dying? I guess that's what happens when your sins catch up with you huh Professor? It's all karma, fate, or the idol, whatever you choose to believe. Now you are dying and all because you spent your days creating things that should not have been created. In short, I will rest peacefully knowing that your death was inevitable thanks to the creation of us.", said Blossom her voice dripping with hatred and poise, using each words to create cracks in something that is already broken," At this point in time, I care not for the happiness which you brought me in my younger days. I can only look back on our little patched family before it had been broken. I would like to say I had attempted to fix our family, but why even make that attempt? Why try to glue the pieces back together and say good as new. Why? Because it would not be good as new. It would be an ab-"
It was not the sickening crack of Blossom's jaw. Nor was it the throbbing feeling in her clenched fist. It was not the fact that Blossom was now knocked through many series of walls. It was not even the Professor's sharp intake of breath. It was the stillness of it all that had made her realize that she had just hit her sister harder than she had punched any monster or villain that they had ever fought.
Buttercup watched as her sister stood up from the rubble. The sight was definitely something. She smiled, it almost felt as if the old Blossom had come back, or at least that fury that Blossom had always channeled when fighting. Long cascades of red hair hanging limply around her body and narrowed rose colored eyes only added to the affect of something that felt more familiar than the blank faced Blossom or this malicious Blossom.
Her thoughts were cut short when she felt herself flying through…1…2…3 walls. She now couldn't help but smile. It might not be quite how she wanted it to be, but this at least proved that some fragment of the old Blossom was still alive in that husk of girl.
"Blossom! Stop being childish!"
Jim was furious. She had met him knowing he was very mild-mannered and very caring. This however was incredibly uncharacteristic of him. She knew he did have a hard time standing up to someone he loved so much. However at least someone in this situation knew the difference between a sibling rivalry and a straight out fight.
Blossom looked at Jim furiously her teeth grinding. She swore for a split moment she thought with Blossom's now vein protruding clenched fist, Blossom was going to kill him. However, Blossom did nothing before strutting out the door.
Looking to Jim, I could only wonder what had come over him. I would have liked to ask him, but I could feel it would only make the situation at hand worse. So I only stood back and watched as Jim gave his respects to the Professor and left silently. Jim…I had never really thought about him much, only as…a sort of makeshift care taker to my sister since she had left. What was it about him?
Dusting off the collective rubble and dust, she walked over to the Professor who was covered in as much dust and rubble as she. Scowling, she cleaned up the Professor and sat down on the uncomfortable chair seated beside his hospital bed. She didn't know what else to do at this point. All that had just transpired had proved her fears. Their family was broken. Perhaps in all her harsh words Blossom was right, they were broken and no amount of help would ever fix them.
"I think this has been the first time Blossom has been wrong…"
Looking at the Professor, he seemed far away with his dreamy looking eyes and half-hearted smile. When it registered in her mind just exactly what he had said, she could only wonder which one was right. Both had been known for their exceptional intelligence, but which one?
"Professor would you like me to stay here with you?" she asked staring intensely at her surrogate dad deep in thought.
He was silent for a moment, "No, I would rather you go check up on Bubbles. I would like it if you would be able to take care of things at home while I am here."
She couldn't help but feel a stab at her heart at the thought. As long as he was here, how long would that be? The doctors didn't know, nor did he himself. So how long would it be, how long would she have to play caretaker to Bubbles?
"Please Buttercup."
She sighed. She seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.
Walking through school was tough as it is. With the idiotic girls stopping in the middle of the hallway and boys goofing off. Apparently however, Bubbles had done what she usually does and had become the new gossip of the 'Poor Utonium girl and her poor father'. It did not help she had been approached numerous times today on account of her being Bubble's sister. It did not happen often seeing as the two looked nothing alike and the two were rarely seen together. She could say sincerely that it had become troublesome with questions of how her father was doing or how they were going to survive or whether she was really Bubbles sister.
"Well apparently your bitch of a sister is getting all the attention she wants now."
She would slap Mitch, but it was true. Bubbles found this new found attention wonderful as she continued on with her routine of crying and letting random people fawn over her with apologies and such. She really would slap Mitch, but she could never slap him for merely saying the truth.
"I guess she is. It's not like it matters. The Professor will be okay in a few weeks and all this little chit chat will be gone", she said lying back in her seat trying to ignore all the noise in the classroom.
"Whatever. You're no fun. I still think you should just rename her Bitch, it starts with a B!" joked Mitch and she couldn't help but laugh as well.
"I'm so glad you learned your alphabet Mitch." she teased. These are the few times that she could recognize Mitch as the reason she has not snapped by now.
Wait…how long had her and Mitch been friends? After Pokey Oaks she could barely remember anything else, and she had no idea why…Mitch in middle school, they had been friends…she had dated Butch then right? Yeah, they had all dated their counter parts, Mitch didn't like that. He was still wearing his stupid 'Mitch Rocks' shirt wasn't he? He didn't wear that anymore…So what had happened again? She and Butch got into a fight, and they had both pretty much kicked each other's ass…then Mitch came in. He got his ass kicked too…Scratching her head she tried to bring more memories back, think was so difficult…
"Buttercup, you know I never pegged you to be a girl with lice." snickered Mitch motioning to her hand which was still buried in a thick mop of head, which was then used to promptly smack him.
"Well aren't you in a bad mood, not that there is a big surprise in that. Hey when is-"
"Mitch…did you like Middle School?", she interrupted him. She had to know, so then maybe she could feel some sort of comfort.
He looked at her with his dark eyes. It was so odd, not his eyes, but the fact that he was a human. Someone who she could just crush with a simple hug, so why was she around him. She had been brought into this world with her sisters, and then they grew apart slowly but surely. She could remember one thing though. Her first day of school, the first one to ask to sit with her was Mitch. Bubbles and Blossom were asked to come sit with other tables…
So perhaps…this was how it was supposed to be all along?
"I didn't care for it."
TacosXPieXAnime:So there you go. By the way, I don't know if I do want to make a Mitch Buttercup thing going on. I just don't know. It confuses me but I'm strangely attracted to it. I love PPG/RRB love as do most fan, but I'm into crack pairings, they're sometimes slightly plausible but some are crazy....so...click that little button and review huns.