Hope you like! And remember... It's all in BC's P.O.V unless I say other wise

On with the Story!

It's been six months since I left and I've already gotten control of my strength and, most of, my temper. I'd say I'm almost ready to face the mean streets of New York City. I've even started to look like a street rat. My clothes are ripped, my hair is greasy, and my face is about as dirty as it can get. I've gotten rid of the flips in my hair and it's rather jagged at the ends. All in all I look like I've never taken a shower.

Today I'm gonna buy some more sensible clothes, since it's almost Winter and I hate dresses, I was thinking I would buy a couple pairs of jeans, some sweaters and t-shirts, and a pair of sun glasses to hide my lime green eyes. As I think of what I need to buy I can't help but think of what Bubbles and Bunny would have thought if they heard what I was thinking of. Sighing it off I walk into a store to buy what I need.

I'm looking in the clothes department of some department store, when this lady who looks like she works here says," Hello sweetie. Are you lost?" It takes me a moment to relies she's talking to me. When I do I relies it's because I'm a four year old girl, albeit a super-powered one, by myself in a department store and I look like I've never even heard of a shower." Um, no I'm not lost. I'm in the clothing aisle." I say as much like bubbles as I can (wouldn't she be surprised if I started cussing her out in front of everyone!). "Sweetie I meant if you were separated from your mommy and daddy." She said as if I was an idiot( she probably thought you were.). "No. I came here by myself! Thank you very much!" I said loosing my patience. With that I quickly got the clothes I needed from this area and went to the cash register.

I end up buying five pairs of blue jeans, a skirt (to remember my sisters by. I'd never wear a skirt.), five hoodies, five sweaters, five beanies, five baseball caps, and five t-shirts. The sunglasses were free since the lady at the register liked my eyes so much. I'm walking around just thinking of how else to become a street rat, when a black car pulls to a stop in front of me. Instantly I go on guard, until Mojo Jojo steps out of the back." You're rather hard to track down. Did you know that?" he says.

"I'm aware of the fact. Now why are you trying to find me Jojo?"

"I need your help."

"And why should I help you? You did try to kill me."

"Ah! But now I'm a business man. And I don't want to kill you."

"I know about the business man thing. Why do you want my help?"

"Well...Um you see... I'd rather not talk about it out in the open like this. How about I treat you to lunch?"

"Ok. I haven't had a proper meal since before I left."

And with that we got into his car and went to this really nice Italian restaurant that had my favorite foods. "How did you know I liked Italian food?" I asked Mojo curiously.

"That has to do with why I was looking for you Buttercup."

"BC please."

"Fine."

Then he reaches into his pocket and with drawls five crystals in the colors: Red, Ocean Blue, Forest Green, Amethyst, and Dark Grey. I gasped.

"Mojo are those what I think they are? Because if they are then-"

"Yes. BC they are the memory and power crystals for my sons. I want you to keep an eye on them like for your sister's crystals. I know it's hard to take in and I would completely understand if you said no. But I just want to give my boys the same chance you girls have. A normal life where they don't have to steal and destroy things for someone's approval... and love."

"How?"

"Well it was just after your sisters were picked up. As you know I recently married Miss Keane well the boys were taking it badly-"

Flash Back: Six Months Ago Mojo Jojo's P.O.V.-

"Will you boys please stop tormenting your Mother?!" I yell at my sons." But she isn't our mother you are. Momma" Boomer says. Blade and Bullet are nodding along with Boomer. But Brick and Butch are just disappointed that their own creator would forget. "Forget it I need to go see the professor about the machine to make the girls stronger." And that was all it took for them to run to your house, find the machine and get in.

"What are you boys doing?"

"Duh. We aren't letting those Powderpuffs be the only ones to get stronger!"

"You don't even know how to get it started."

"So turn it on for us Momma."

"Fine."

So I turned it on and the crystals started to form. Once it was done all five of them were knocked out. I grabbed the crystals and went home with the boys in my arms. The next morning they came down stairs and asked who they were. I told them they were my sons and miss Keane was their mother.

Flash Back End:

"And we've been a happy family ever since." Mojo ended. "So. Will you take the crystals and protect my sons from themselves?" Mojo looked hope-full, I just couldn't turn him down. "Fine I'll take them on one condition. You can't check up on me or have any form of communication with me. If we happen to see each other on the street I'll be a beggar and you will be a random person on the street if you want you can be generous and give me a few coins but nothing else. Got it." I didn't let it be a question. He silently nodded his head and I nodded mine as well. He paid for lunch and we left in different directions.

That night I decided to become as un-Buttercup like as possible, I picked up a broken piece of glass and cut my shoulder length hair to a boys cut. When that was done I laid down on the ground and fell asleep.

Time Skip: Two Months Later-

It's December and I'm freezing it's hard to find food and shelter. Every day I see people giving me pitying looks since I'm a four year old on the streets all alone. Yet not one of them ever does anything about it and for that I'm grateful. It's night now and I'm trying to get as much warmth as I can from the small fire I built. I fall asleep doing just that.

?'s POV:

My Husband and I are walking down the street when I see a small fire in an alley. "Alan, look there's a fire down there. I want to see who built it." I tell him, but he looks hesitant. "Ally it's probably just a some homeless bum who wants to mug us." He tries to reason, but I'm not listening and I head down the alley. I can hear him following me but I don't care. When I get to the fire my heart fairly breaks. "Oh! Allan look it's a child! We can't just leave him here! He'll freeze!" I look into his eyes and know he agrees. Silently he pick up the little boy who looks to be less than six. We start walking back to our car to go home. As we walk I can't help but look at the boy. He has short raven black hair and a somewhat tough face even when he's sleeping, I wonder what color his eyes are, he looks so much like a girl but I don't know. I can't help but notice the nine pieces of string around his neck and wonder what is around them and why he would protect it so fiercely even in sleep.

We reach the car and drive home. It's midnight now and we don't want to wake him up when we get out so we get our son Andrew to pick him up and take him to the old nursery. Tomorrow we'll get answers, but for now we all go back to sleep.