(Bubbles POV)

"We are not the same. I am a martian!" I sang as I brushed my hair out getting ready for school.

"Really? That's something most people mention on a first date." I heard Boomer's smooth, deep voice from behind me. I let out a high pitched scream. He smiled victoriously. "You really need a new lock for your window."

"I've never had a problem with it before you came into town." I reminded him and started curling my hair.

"Your poor gorgeous locks. You shouldn't burn that like that. I love them." Boomer pouted. I picked up my brush and threw it at him.

"Don't ruin my fun by being sweet!" I snapped.

"And you haven't had your morning coffee. I'll go get that." He chuckled and flew down stairs. Yeah, my sisters have pretty much got use to the fact that Boomer prefers my window to the front door. I finally have their trust. It took long enough. I never did anything to lose it in the first place. Boomer is actually really sweet. We haven't even went to second base - he hasn't even try to go there. I wish I could say that about Buttercup and Butch but those two are like two monkeys. From what Buttercup claims, second base is as far as they've went, but sometimes it's really hard to know what to trust when it's coming from her.

"Hot coffee with extra french vanilla, sugar, and cream." Boomer smiled setting my mug on my vanity desk.

"You are the best boyfriend ever." I smiled and took a swig. Perfect. How lucky am I to have him!

"Only for the best girlfriend ever." He kissed my forehead.

"You two make me sick." A very tired and grumpy looking Buttercup grumbled as she walked by. "Hurry up, Bubbles. We're going to be late."

"Fine. I'm hurrying." I rolled my eyes and finished with the the other side. Now just the back. The part I hate. It never looks right. "Boomer." I whined and gave him my puppy dog eyes. "Will you curl the back?"

"Do I look like a hairdresser?" He asked looking pleading.

"No, you look like the sexiest man alive." I pouted. He grunted and grabbed the curler. I reapplied my mascara then I heard a boom of laughter. Brick and Butch were outside my door. Boomer hung his head in shame and set my curler down.

"All done babe." He mumbled and I hopped up and kissed him with a heated passion. Through the moment I heard Blossom and Brick bickering.

"Why don't you ever help me with my hair!" Blossomed shouted and you could hear the pout in her voice.

"Why don't you ever kiss me like that!" Brick retorted. I pulled away giggling.

"The nice guy act has it's advantages." Boomer reminded his older brother.

"It better not be an act." I narrowed my eyes.

"Of course not darling." He smiled impishly at me. Awe! Why does he have to be so adorable! I can't resist that smile. I wrapped my arms around him not being able to resist. Stupid irresistible, perfect boyfriend.

"Bro, you've got to teach me how to do that." Butch shook his head not understanding it's a Boomer thing.

"No. Only Boomer gets the dazzling smile." I pouted.

"Sorry, bro. What the lady wants, the lady gets." Boomer chuckled.

"Come on! What happened to bros before hoes!" Butch whined. "Dicks before chicks?Dogs before snogs?(Another word for make-out sessions)"

"How old are you? 13? And that last one just really gay." Boomer laughed.

"Hey! Be careful with that word around your girlfriend." Buttercup warned him as I narrowed my eyes. "She's the President of the LGBTQ club at school."

"Seriously? Shouldn't that be someone that's lesbian or gay or at least bisexual?" He asked confused and then got wide eyed. "You're not?" He asked looking freaked out.

"It's the Gay-Straight Alliance." I rolled my eyes. He let out his breathe he had been holding in.

"Okay good." He sighed and a small smiled formed on his face. "Would there had been a problem if I were say bi-sexual?" I questioned him.

"It doesn't matter. You're not." He answered sounding confused. "I guess I'd be cool with it as long as you didn't leave me for a chick or anything."

"Good. I'm straight." I giggled and again he looked relieved. I glanced over at the clock. Damn. We're going to be late.

"Guys, we've got to go." I told them and started heading out the door.

"To the window!" Boomer yelled and grabbed onto me and flew me up into the sky like I couldn't fly myself. We did a flip in the air and shot off towards school. It took all of two seconds. We arrived first then our favorite Eco-couple and then our fire heads. What the hezznect! There is no way.

"Kill them now or later?" Brick asked no one in particular. There in the middle of the parking lot surrounded by guys were the Punks and then 20 yards away was the Rights surrounded by all the girls in school. The one place we thought they couldn't bug us.

"I do wonder what happened to them. The Rights, I mean. "Butch mused.

"Yeah, I know man. They use to be goody-two-shoes and would blush just by looking at a girl." Boomer looked deep in thought.

"Now they're pigs."Brick glared.

"A life of fighting crime makes people change." I reminded them wide eyed and they all looked at me just realizing I am in the same boat as them when it comes to changes.

"Bubbles, your change is completely different! I mean they use to be all innocent and naive and thought the world should be sunshine and rainbows!" Boomer shook his head. I stood in front of him.

"How is that different? No I don't sexually assault people but I have killed. I'll ruthlessly take out hundreds without a thought for their lives. Tell me how I'm not just as bad as them." I snapped.

"Bubs, you kill bad guys that are trying to hurt innocent civilians." Blossom acted like that changed a thing.

"That's exactly what they do." I reminded her as I felt the tears swell in my eyes. "Tell me how I'm any different than them!" My voice started to shake.

"They just don't understand Bubbles." A smooth, comforting voice came from behind me. I turned to see it's owner to see Bash soft eyed. "It's hard keeping a positive outlook when everyone else is just tearing down what you try to build up."

"Exactly." I smiled finally feeling understood. Maybe Bash isn't that bad of a guy. Just because his brothers are freaks, doesn't mean he can't be a friend.

"Bubbles. Come on, you know what he's doing. It's all part of their plan." Buttercup warned me.

"I'm sorry you feel that way, Buttercup. I do apologize for my brothers' behavior. It's inexcusable, but I'm not like them. I'm not a bad guy." He told her in a milky voice.

"There's something fishy here!" Blossom gave me that stupid motherly look. "Bubbles. It took you weeks to trust the love of your life. You can't honestly trust a guy that practically mind raped you yesterday."

"Blossom? Have you ever wondered why you don't have any friends? It's because you don't give people a chance! Innocent until proven guilty. It's the way we've always lived by, why change now?" I smirked knowing I finally out-logic-ed the Queen of Logic.

"Bubbles, ever wondered why you have a huge scar across your face?" Blossom growled looking really pissed. That one hurt. Why would she bring that up! "It's because you're not strong enough to make it without Buttercup or me. You're the baby. You're the weak link. You're the one that I've stuck up for since we were in kindergarten. Now that you're getting attention from a few guys, you just forget about all those years I saved your ass? Well Bubs, I can assure you they're not interested in you for your personality seeing as you have two mountains in your bra." Whoa. Blossom's got bite.

"You're just jealous that even your boyfriend has hard time keeping his eyes off me." I smirked. She lunged at me and I ducked down sending her hurtling into a nearby tree. "You did teach me a lot Blossom. Tactics. See, when you thought I was stuck in the clouds, I was watching you and Buttercup. Now, I have Buttercup's brute strength and you're tactical thought. I'm dangerous, sister dearest."

"Apparently I forgot to teach you the meaning of family." Blossom spat at me.

"Family! Blossom! Are you seriously that deluded! We were created at the same time by the same person but we're in no way blood! We're three unique creatures. We weren't even born. We were merely created. You can ask any of the Ruffs. While others will go onto heaven, when we die, we'll just float off into nonexistence!" I yelled. I fell to the ground frustrated. I punched the ground and sent cracks a good ten feet away from me. I didn't feel a thing either.

"Just as we planned." I heard in the distance with my keen hearing. I growled as my head snapped towards the sound. It was Bash talking to Blake. I glared and flew over there and with a narrow glare and crossed arms.

"You're so clever." I clapped sarcastically. "You're plan was working for awhile. Too bad you didn't account for one of my special powers to be sonic hearing. See, I have really bad eyesight so all my senses compensate by being stronger. So when you were telling him that your plan was working, was when your plan failed." I slapped him making him fall to the ground. My hand snapped forward and caught Blake's oncoming fist and flipped him over on top of Bash. Then I smoothly stuck my foot out and Breaker landed on them. Stupid boys. I floated angrily back to the group.

"Are you finished with your tantrum?" Boomer asked amused.

"Yes." I mumbled.

"Seriously, Bubbles, you have these tantrums every other day. Try focusing them on the Rights and Punks next time." Blossom laughed. "It's hard fighting with you."

"Thank you." I smiled victoriously. "Maybe I need to cut out the morning coffees." I bit my lip not really wanting to.

"Maybe try some tea? It's less evasive and much more soothing. No, you can't add ten scoops of sugar to it either." She laughed. What's with Buttercup being so quiet lately? Am I the only one that's noticed she's said like one thing this entire ordeal? I see why. Butch has been wearing very fitted shirts the last few days and she can't stop ogling his muscles. Silly BC! Those two are so cute together but it's sick how they can't take their eyes off each other. My violent, don't-give-a-shit sister is becoming soft.

"BUTTERCUP!" I yelled trying not to laugh but a smile still was plastered across my face. "Is it really that hard for you to concentrate on anything but Butch? You say Boomer and I are gross but at least we can still have intelligent conversation."

"I'm tired of all the fits your throw. We're not five anymore Bubbles. It kind of makes you look high maintenance and bitchy when you go yelling at everybody. I miss my bubbly little sister that believed in rainbows. I'm just done trying to get her back as I can see it's not going to happen." Buttercup sighed looking defeated.

"BC?" I asked quietly and hurt. "I'm still Bubbles."

"No you are not!" She yelled with tears in her eyes. She's crying. Buttercup never cries. Oh boy. "I don't know who you are but don't you dare call yourself Bubbles! Bubbles made everyone around her happy. She had that care-free sing-a-song attitude that made everyone love her. You are the exact opposite! All you do is make people miserable! I don't know how the hell Boomer puts up with your shit! We all love you and you treat us like crap! I don't care what happened because I lived the same life you did! I've fought crime my entire life but I don't have nearly the issues you do! The only problem I have is that my baby sister has turned into the over-priced, needy little bitch. I'm sick of it." Tears flooded down my face. I fought them as hard as I could but they made rivers down my cheeks. I'd expect this out of Blossom but Buttercup has always been my protector, my shoulder to cry on, and best friend. Blossom got tired of me more that four years ago. That's when Buttercup took my side and became my best friend.

"Stop your crying." She barked. "It's too late for your tears. You want my friendship back, you're going to have to earn it. Show me that you're still Bubbles. Show me that you're not just as bad as one of the Punk skanks." My knees buckled over and I fell to my knees feeling light headed. I grabbed at my head and tried to breathe but it was stuck in my throat. I could see my vision blurring and my contacts slipping. I tried harder to breathe but I couldn't. I'm having a fucking break down. Fan-bloody-tastic! I hit the ground and squeezed my eyes shut forcing the tears to stay in. I let out a sonic scream towards the ground and shot rocketed into the air on the rebound. I didn't even try to catch myself as I fell towards the earth but I landed on my feet.

"Why the hell do I fucking ruin everything I touch!" I yelled at the ground. I flew up into the air and let out a good long scream not being able to control myself. On the ground there was a small earthquake because of the sound. This is exactly why I've lost both my sisters. Blood or not, they're still my sisters. I looked down at their frightened eyes with a dead face. I'm dead inside.

"Don't worry. I'll finally do something that'll help everyone." I told them and shot off towards no where. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm doing but they'll be better off without me. I could hear one of them behind me but I didn't pay attention. A familiar smell hit my nose. Smoke. Fire! I looked around and saw it was near our home. Professor! Our home. Gone. Completely engulfed in flames.

"Blossom!" I sonic screamed hoping she heard. In a flash she was by my side staring at the fire. "Do something!" I cried. She let out her icy breathe and the flames were diminished. I shot down to the rubbled looking for what should be the lab. Ashes. All of it. Frozen ashes. That's when my eyes caught sight of teeth. Human teeth. The Professor.

"NO!" I screamed and sent ash flying into the air. "No. No."I shook my head as tears rolled down my cheeks. This can't be possible. He can't really be... be gone.

"Bubbles." Buttercup whispered and wrapped me in a hug holding me tight. I couldn't say anything. Why! What happened! How could he not get out! Why! Why! It's not fair! What did I do to deserve this! What did I do to deserve losing everything! Everyone that I love!

"Buttercup, I'm sorry." I whispered as my tears dried up. Come on, Bubbles take it like a man.

"Bubs, we understand how close you were to Professor. It's okay. We're all hurting." Blossom whispered.

"It would of happened eventually." I shrugged putting on my mask. I can't let this bother me. Professor wouldn't want me to spend my time crying.

"It's okay to cry." Buttercup reminded me.

"Why would I cry?" I asked trying to sound curious. My sisters exchanged a worried look. "Dad wouldn't want me wallowing over him. He'd want me to make sure you two were okay."

"Of course we're not okay! Our father was just burnt to ashes!" Blossom swallowed back tears. I pulled them into a hug and they both cried on my shoulders. I fought back the tears that threatened to escape and rubbed them on the back assuring them it'd be okay. That's when the sun peaked from behind the clouds. Thanks, Dad. I couldn't help the smile on my face. He's watching out for us.

"Guys. Look." I whispered and stared at the sky soaking in the heat of the sun.

"Sunshine." Buttercup whispered amazed.

"He used to sing that to us every time we were upset." Blossomed smiled. "You are my sunshine."

"My only sunshine." I smiled as I could remember his laugh.

"You make me happy." Buttercup lit up now.

"When skies are gray. You'll never know dear how much I love you. Please, don't take my sunshine away." We all sang in a whisper.

"He doesn't want us to be upset." Blossom smiled. I could feel his watchful eye over us and I didn't feel as bad.

"I love you, Daddy." I whispered with a smile to the sky. I looked at my sisters as they both wore smiles as that looked up at the sunlit sky. That's Professor for you. Always worrying about us instead of himself. I'll miss you, Daddy. You'll always be alive in my heart. I promise, you're sunshine is here to stay.