A/N: OKay I'm sorry for the wait. In this chapter things change really fast so pay attention to detail and read it carefully. I couldn't make it less confusing if I tried, which I did.

(Bubbles POV)

The sweet, sweet taste of karma is really taking a liking to Boomer this morning. I made sure of that. I decided I needed a few t-shirts so I made sure every alarm I had was blaring in Boomer's ear at 7 o'clock this morning. I have to have someone to carry my bags at the mall.

"Boomer! Hurry you ass up!" I yelled pretending to get annoyed. Butch shot me a glare holding his head. Boomer came down looking like hell. All of us girls are dragging the boys to the mall and Butch and Boomer looked like that wish they were Brick. That's why you don't come home drunk and passed out.

"Fine, I'm here." Boomer grumbled. I smiled.

"Let's go then." I smiled and clicked the button to open the roof. I feel like flying today. It's pretty outside.

"No good morning kiss?" Boomer chuckled without humor trying to be his bright self. I shook my head with a smile.

"Here's how your little alcohol situation is going to work, every time you come home drunk or passed out, you're not allowed to touch me for a week." I explained with a smirk. He looked gob smacked and groaned. He picked up a glass that was on the table and threw it at Brick.

"What did I do!" Brick yelled looking confused.

"You're my big brother. You're not supposed to let me get drunk." He grumbled. I couldn't help the giggle.

"Are we going or not?" Buttercup asked hiding a giggled. I smiled and took off. I stopped and made sure Boomer was following and sure enough he was being good. We arrived at the mall in no time at all. Since Boomer didn't put up too much of a fuss, I grabbed his hand with a smile. He smiled back looking relieved. Awe! I'm such a sucker when it comes to Boomer... NOT IN THAT WAY! Gosh stupid pervy people...

As we walked by people stared at us and whispered to each other. I stopped walking and listened to what they were saying.

"They're practically brother and sister!" A high pitched voice whispered. What?

"Seriously! They have the same dad." A nasal voice whispered from a different direction.

"Incest skanks if you asked me." An alto whispered from the opposite direction.

"Who the hell are you all talking about!" I shouted confused and all too curious. A bunch of people gave us dirty looks and walked away.

"I think they're talking about us." Blossom gasped. "Do you remember back when we were five and we found out that Mojo was the one what knocked in the chemical X..." She stared off into space and pulled away from Brick looking sick. Buttercup turned the the nearest trashcan and hurled. What? So what? It's not like we're blood related at all! Not a single one of us. The guys' expressions mirrored mine.

"I've already made the point that none of us are blood related." I reminded them.

"Still, in a way, Mojo is both of our fathers." Blossom tried not to puke. Wow, over reaction much.

"Mojo is a monkey." I shrugged. "Do I look like a monkey? Does Boomer look like a monkey? Does Brick? Does Butch? Does Buttercup? Do you?" I questioned.

"I fucking made out with my brother." Buttercup yelled before puking again. I threw back my head exasperated.

"He's not your brother!" I yelled trying not to loose my temper. Why can't they just listen to me. "If he's your brother than he's my brother and I can say for one, I don't think I would find my own brother hot. Buttercup, none of us are related at all!" Butch raised an eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes.

"That's why we have the same hair and eye color." Blossom groaned and bent over looking sick .

"No, it's because that's how the chemical X reacted." I yelled starting to get angry. Suddenly Brick's face scrunched up and he looked sick too.

"Does that mean I made out with my sister?" He asked. I let out a frustrated scream.

"You don't buy into any of this, do you?" I asked Boomer. He snorted and rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. I sighed relieved. Who the hell started this!

"Seriously dude, what does it matter? Love is love, isn't it?" Boomer reminded them. I smiled.

"You want to fuck with your sister?" Butch questioned.

"I don't have a sister because I was never born, therefore I can not have siblings." Boomer rolled his eyes.

"Exactly!" I yelled. Thank you, Boomer. Why can't they listen to reason? Stupid people. "You know what? I don't care if we do have the same creator, I love Boomer with all my heart and nothing is going to change that." A chorus of 'boo's sounded throughout the mall. I sent them all a life-threatening glare.

"Brick, just last night you were thinking of marrying Blossom, how does this change anything? It's not like you have the same genetics!" Boomer rolled his eyes. Genetics! Thank you once again Boomer.

"Here, we'll prove it. Give us an hour and we'll show you that we don't share a single matching chromosome." I smiled at my idea. I grabbed Boomer's hand and shot off to the CIA base in Citiesville. Abbs, their forensic specialist, owes me a favor.

"What are we doing?" Boomer asked as we landed outside of the building. I punched in my code and walked through the door.

"Ending this little fit." I told him as I waved high at my many friends here. We remained silent down to Abbs's lab. She squealed and hugged me as I walked in. Her gothic style and lovely black pig tails made her look just as she had nearly a year ago.

"Bubbles! What brings you here!" She smiled. "You rejoining the force?"

"Yes I am sometime soon but that's not why I'm here. I need you to do a fraternity test." I explained.

"Who and why?" She asked.

"Us and because my sisters and his brothers are freaking out." I rolled my eyes.

"Blossom is kind of a worry wart." She laughed and took out two needles from a jar. I stuck out my arm and she took blood effortlessly. Good, I didn't break the needle again. Boomer frowned but rolled up his sleeve and gave her his arm.

"I hate needles." He grumbled. I couldn't help but laugh.

"The big bad super villain is afraid of a little needle?" I laughed as she pulled the needle out of him.

"Ex-villain and I'm not afraid of them, I just don't like them." He mumbled.

"This will take be about an hour, do you want to see if you can get the other's here?" Abbs asked. I nodded and took out my cell phone to call them.

*1 hour later*

Everyone is here and the tests are done. Abbs pulled the results onto the big plasma screen.

"See, nothing. No genetic relation at all." Abbs announced and they all sighed relieved. This is why people should just listen to me. I'm not dumb just because I'm blond.

"Thanks, Abbs!" I hugged her tightly. She hugged me back tighter than I ever could have. How is this girl not superhuman?

"No prob, Pop." She laughed remembering my nickname. Oh boy!

"Pop?" Boomer asked looking interested.

"Yeah, I don't like calling people by their real names so the opposite of Bubbles is Pop because bubbles pops!" She laughed thinking she was just hilarious. She saw my pout and smiled. "It's better than Bud and Thorn." She reminded me causing a smile the break out dancing on my face.

"NO!" Blossom and Buttercup yelled.

"Yes." She laughed.

"Girls, it's nice to see you again." Our old group leader, Jibbs, greeted us as he gave Abbs her calf-pow. "Distracting Abbs from her work again I see."

"Jibbs!" I yelled and hugged him making him chuckle like the old man he is.

"I see you Puffs brought your friends." Jibbs raised an eyebrow asking for me to explain.

"Oh! This is Boomer, my boyfriend, Brick, Bud's boyfriend, and Butch, Thorn's boyfriend. They're brothers. They're thinking of joining the force." I told him with a bright smile. He looked them up and down with his stern, marine gaze.

"Boys, just a warning, these girls are like my daughters, and I am one of the few people that have a weapon capable of destroying you." Jibbs warned them with a glare. "I might just have to talk to Director Pepper about team requests."

"I call your team." I gave him my you-better-be-talking-about-me look. He chuckled and nodded.

"Any of you good with computers?" He asked the guys curiously.

"Brick's the computer genius." I pointed out.

"Looks like I have the positions on my team filled." He nodded and walked out of the room.

"Looks like I've got a job." Brick chuckled looking sort of confused.

"Abbs, what happened to Tiny, Tom, and Lisa?" I asked.

"They all have their own teams now." She explained. I frowned. I was sort of looking forward to seeing Tiny again. Oh well!

"I guess we'll jet." I shrugged. "See you soon." I smiled and we left without them saying a word. Blossom might be the one with all the connections but I'm the one that everyone knows. The CIA is my definitely my element. I'm a hero.

We were halfway home when Boomer's phone started ringing or shall I say it started singing. "Is that. Your hand. On my. Girlfriend. Is that. You hand. I wish you'd do it again. I'll watch you leave here limping." Who knew Boomer was into possessive rock music.

"Oh shut up." He stuck his tongue out at me and answered. His face went blank before horror overtook it.

"Okay. I see. I guess I'll see you then." Boomer mumbled earning stares from each of us.

"What's wrong?" I asked getting worried. He shook his head as he landed in our living room. I looked at everyone and they seemed just as confused.

"I've got to go. I'll be back late tonight so don't wait up." Boomer told all of us in a robotic voice. He turned to me with guilty eyes and looked on the verge of tears. He hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead. "I love you, Bubbles. Never forget that. I promise, as soon as I get back, I'll explain everything to you." He promised and pulled away and flew off without another word.

*30 minutes later* (Boomer's POV)

There she sat on the park bench with tears in her eyes. She looked up at me like she was scared. I've never seen her so vulnerable.

"Booms." She sobbed into my chest. I didn't try to comfort her. I didn't want to even be here. She keeps trying to pull me away from Bubbles and that's not going to happen.

"How far along?" I asked her coldly.

"3 months." She hiccuped through her sobs. Break-up sex did this. Great. 'Don't worry Boomer, one good fuck just to say goodbye is alright.' I am such an idiot. When my brother's told me to break it off eight months before hand, I still hung on just for the fucking. This is what you get Boomer-boy.

"What are we going to do?" I asked not knowing what to think.

"I'm not getting rid of her." Brat stared down at her stomach.

"And I'm not getting rid of Bubbles." I reminded her.

"She's not going to want you after she finds out." She mumbled. Should I even believe her. She's not showing... well I guess she has put on a little weight. Fuck, damn, shit! Screw my bloody life!

"I know. I have to tell her though. Bubbles may not be a saint but she's pretty understanding that, that was an old me. I'm not that person anymore."

"Boomer, I know I'm a bad person. I know I've tried to rip you away from the love of your life. I still love you Boomer. I'm starting to see that you don't love me anymore. I still need you Boomer. I'm freaking out. I'm barely 16 years old. We only broke up a few months ago. The guy I love is in love with someone so much better than me and I'm supposed to be having his baby. I can't do this alone. Boomer, please just be my friend. My sisters don't want anything to do with me. I don't have anyone."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked staring at the ground just wanting to be cursed to hell right now. "You killed one of the best men I knew. My future-wife's father. You spread than horrible rumor about them, yes I did know it was you. Why should I even care?"

"I know you didn't understand the reason I wanted to be with you so bad. This is why. I was being selfish but I needed you to love me. It's the only thing keeping me from breaking." She sobbed looking at me with her dark eyes. I tore my eyes away from her.

"Brat, I don't love you. I never did. I'll take care of my child and I'll go to hospital appointments with you. Anything more isn't going to happen. What else do you want from me?" I asked finally looking her in the eyes again. I was about to say something when I felt eyes on me. I saw Bubble's wide eyes staring at me. I shot up and stepped back not wanting her to get the wrong idea. She didn't look mad or upset in any way. She was walked over to Brat and hugged her.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Brat asked when she stopped crying.

"It's just the Bubbles thing to do." Bubbles smiled back like she was talking to one of her sisters. Brat hugged her and I didn't know what to say. How in the world did my life become a soap opera?