A/N I'm so so sorry this took so long but I had some ex-best friend drama going on. But it's all settled now that she realized that I have the upper hand. :) Enjoy the chappy!

(Buttercup's POV)

Okay so I agreed to stay in the psych ward until a therapist passed me. It's not as bad as I thought it would be. I mean I listen to music and draw all day. All I've got to do is talk about my feelings in group and take some anti-depressants. I get weekly body checks and I'm not allowed unsupervised with sharp objects but heck! It could be worse. Right now we're in group. One of the doctor/nurse/therapist people is trying to get Boston to talk. Good luck. I wouldn't want to tell my story if I were him.

"Please! If he doesn't want to tell you, he doesn't want to tell you!" I groaned from my position still bored. How bored? I'm doing one fingered vertical push-ups.

"Buttercup, please sit down." She instructed. I rolled my eyes but did what she said. Gotta listen to her or she'll take away my pencils. "It's okay Boston, tell us when you're ready. Now everyone I want to introduce you to our newest member, Buttercup." Everyone turned and looked at me.

"Hey." I smiled. "I'm Buttercup Utonium and I'm a super hero." They all clapped while the nurse glared at me warningly. "What? What do you want me to say? I don't have a mother. My father died almost two months ago. I'm getting married 6 months after I turn 18. My fiance's name is Butch. His brother saved me from drowning in a pool of my own blood." I questioned.

"You don't have to tell them." Boston reminded me quietly.

"Meh, I don't care. I love my scars. They show I fought the battle and won the war." I smiled proudly.

"Why do you feel that way?" Nurse-lady asked.

"Well, I fought the addiction of self-harm and I survived it long enough to have scars." I shrugged. "Don't worry Boston. Everyone heals at different rates." I reminded him. He sighed and looked around and stared at one of the forks that one the of doctor peeps was eating with. "You don't need it." I reminded him. He shook his head. I flipped under my chair and grabbed his sketch pad and charcoal. He smiled and started stroking away.

"What's he doing?" Nurse-lady asked confused.

"Saving himself." I smiled and looked over his shoulder. He was drawing a picture of Nurse-lady burning in hell.

"Best I've seen." I laughed. He smiled broadly up at me and ripped the paper from the book and crumbled it so no one would see.

"I've done better. Colors help bring out the fire." He chuckled and everyone stared at him. Stupid people.

"Do we get to know what that was a picture of?" She asked. I giggled and he held in a laugh as well.

"Depends, are you very religious?" I asked. Her face told us she had a guess.

"Don't worry, hell is fun." Boston giggled and I hive-fived him.

"Okay, well that's all the time we have to group. It's time for visitors." She announced and one of the nurses let the few visitors in. All of them for me. That's sad.

"Buttercup!" Butch yelled excitedly and ran and picked me up in a hug before spinning me around and ending with a long kiss. "Did I mention I missed you?" He laughed.

"I only could of guessed." I giggled as he let me down. I hugged everyone and they all had a comment including Boomer with his endless crazy jokes.

"Where's the straight jacket?" Boomer asked his 8th corny joke making me groan.

"Seriously, dude, those jokes are funny." Boston told him with a blank stare on his face.

"Sorry little man." Boomer apologized. Boston nodded and continued to stare out the window. I followed his stare to the parking lot where my baby was parked.

"Who's car is that?" He asked dumbstruck.

"Mine." I laughed.

"Damn!" He yelled with a whistle. "When we get out of here, you have to give me a ride in that."

"Will do as soon as I get grounds clearance." I promised.

"What are you going to do, cut yourself with a blade of grass? I swear these people are morons." He spat at the ground.

"Woah! Boston, I swear you are a reincarnation of Buttercup." Bubbles laughed.

"Nope, he's one of a kind." I shook my head.

"Hell yeah!" Boston laughed.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! Guys, I'm sure you remember Boston. Boston, this is my sister Blossom, her boyfriend Brick, Blossom Jr., " I patted her stomache, " My other sister Bubbles and her boyfriend Boomer. My fiance, Butch." I introduced him to everyone. He looked sad but nodded.

"What's wrong Massachusetts?" I asked him and he chuckled at his nickname.

"I thought you were just kidding about you getting married." He grumbled to where only I and maybe Bubbles could hear it.

"Awe, kiddo, I'm sorry. I was dead serious. Anyway, you're 12 and I'm 16. That's four years difference." I reminded him. He pouted and nodded.

"Trust me dude, you don't want to go with older women. You want to be stronger than them." Butch teased him.

"Why?" He asked confused.

"Um... you'll find out when you're older..." Butch mumbled awkwardly.

"Are you talking about sex? I was a foster kid, I'm pretty sure I know what sex is." Boston scoffed. "Buttercup told me how you and Boomer were man-whores before you started dating her and Bubbles but what's so funny about sex? It's required for the continuation of life. I don't find that funny."

"I don't know..." Butch mumbled not expecting him to be so grown up. Boston was forced to grow up fast so he passed the flusters and funny stages of sex. They roomed Boston and I together because we're both cutters. It's better than anyone else.

"If you consider todays society, premarital sex is a raving statistic more so than teen pregnancy. I figured being a statistic was something you'd want to avoid." Boston debated. "If people like you had waited until marriage to have sex than in ten years AIDS and lots of STD would be near to nothing. How is three minutes worth that?" Boston doesn't get out much. He's been in here for the last year.

"Three minutes." Blossom snorted.

"He's only 12." I reminded her.

"I'm just saying." She laughed.

"Blossom, I do apologize if you chose premature spewers." Boston pwned her.

"OWNED!" I laughed. She pouted and stared at the floor.

"Looks like you're in good hands." Butch smiled and wrapped his arms around me. Heaven. Heaven on Earth is right here in his arms.

"Don't worry Butch, I'll take care of her." Boston promised.

"Thank you." Butch grinned looking thankful.

"Okay, visitation is over! Come back next week!" The nurse told us. I pouted and gave Butch a good bye kiss.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." He promised. I hugged the others and Boomer made me promise not to go any more insane. They left sullenly and group regrouped for today's second session. Yeah we have five of them a day. It sucks dick.

"Ester, how are you today?" Nurse lady asked and we went around the entire circle before we got back to Boston who stubbornly refused to tell them anything.

"Boston, why won't you speak to us?" She asked concerned.

"It's none of your damn business." He grumbled.

"Okay then. Buttercup, are you going to humor us again?" She asked bitterly. Why is she so mean to me but treats the others like they're toddlers?

"I don't know. It seems like to me that you have some beef with me? What happened? Did I destroy your house while I was fighting crime? We always pay for repairs. Did Mojo hurt someone you know? He's away for a long time right now. Oh, let me guess, you're one of the people I just piss off!" I smirked.

"I don't have anything against you." She forced herself to say.

"Lady, I've been dealing with super villains since I was born. I know how to tell when someone is lying." I reminded her. "Anyway. What can I do to piss you off some more? Tell them that you think they're idiots. Or should I tell them about your conversation with Mr. Krept! What did you say exactly? 'The little creeps just need to be killed off.'" I quoted having too much fun. "Super hearing is a bitch isn't it."

"That's enough Buttercup." She snapped. "Do I need to put you in isolation?"

"Nope since I could easily walk through the door." I smirked.

"You're never getting out of here with that attitude." She reminded me.

"Oh, yes I will. See all of us green super humans are very violent and psychotic so it's completely normal for me to be this way." I smirked. "It's my genetic make-up." I turned around kicking the needle out of the one of the male nurse's hand. Was he trying to sedate me? I don't know but I flicked my wrist and that sent him crashing into a wall.

"Now, that wasn't a very smart move was it?" I questioned him.

"Buttercup, calm down!" Boston pleaded. I sighed and nodded before sitting down.

"You owe me, Massachusetts." I grumbled.

"Huh?" Ricardo, an anorexia patient, asked confused.

"As in Boston, Massachusetts." I explained. He nodded. Stupid American doesn't even know all the states and major cities.

"Okay, can we go now?" I asked Nurse lady. She nodded quietly and I got up as fast as possible. I walked over to the big canvas wall they got for Boston and me. Well it's for everyone but we're the only one's that use it. We just paint over dried paintings or change the canvas. It's kind of cool.

"What you painting?" Boston asked as he drew started on his half of the canvas.

"I don't know yet." I shrugged. He nodded knowing what I meant. I never know what I'm drawing until it's finished. Line just become pictures somehow. It took about an hour but when I got done I figured out it was someone who looked similar to Blossom. A little boy with shaggy orange hair and light red eyes. Brick and Blossom's future child maybe. Something about him wasn't Blossom or Brick though. His eyes. They had an evil glint in them. Oh great. Blake and Blossom's little boy. Ew.

"Who's that?" Boston asked taking it in.

"Blossom's baby." I shrugged.

"Oh. That's cool. Take a look." He told me and stepped away from his picture to expose his masterpiece. It was a dancer with long black hair and fairy green eyes. Her neck was bend backwards and her leg was in the air.

"That's really good." I smiled. A blush colored his cheeks.

"Thanks." He smiled impishly. So we have an other Boomer on our hands. Grrreeeaaaattt!

"BC, does Blossom and Boomer know about the thing between Bubbles and Brick?" He asked sitting on one of the tables.

"There isn't anything." I corrected him. He snorted.

"I might be crazy but I'm not naive. Brick can't keep his eyes off her and Bubbles smiles every time she catches him." He told me his observation.

"You see way too much. Are you a skits?" I questioned him seriously.

"Haha. I am only bipolar, have ADHD, depression, and a chemical imbalance. Those don't cause hallucinations." He stuck his tongue out at me.

"Blossom is pregnant remember. Brick wouldn't do anything to hurt her now. He's a good guy and he loves her." I assured him. "And Bubbles is so madly head over heels in love with Boomer."

"Yes, darling, but there is often lust without love and between those two, there has to be some purple." He shook his head. "I have an over-sensitivity so when you feel lust between two people it's weak but I can feel everything even when it's invisible to everyone else."

"What don't you have?" I asked him getting off topic.

"Schizophrenia and you are changing the topic. Buttercup, I don't want to see your siblings lives ruined over a little bit purple." Boston sighed. "Go, your family needs you. I'll tell them that you signed yourself out, don't worry about it."

"Alright call me if you need anything." I reminded him.

"Visit when you can." He smiled and hugged me. I hugged him back and took off through the open window. Stupid purple. I hate purple. Purple is always causing so much drama!