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Butch banged his head against his plane seat repeatedly. He couldn't take it. This chick, no, scratch that. This thing, was insane. He had only been with her for...what? 9 hours? 10? and he wanted to decapitate her.

Calm down, Butch. The time will come. A voice told him, it sounding eerily similar to Him. Maybe it was.

He scoffed. Soon? Does he consider almost a year soon? He couldn't wait that long. He wanted to defeat the evil b*tch now. He stopped banging his head briefly to look over at the sleeping form next to him. She looked so peaceful, so fragile. He could kill her, right here, right now.

But, no. He had to follow this whole complex plan, that took years to even come up with. He thought it was pointless. Did they go through training just to get these bimbos to fall in love with them?

Butch shook his head. He despised this stupid plan. Did Him really expect the boys to get the Powerpuff Girls to just fall for them? Just like that? It had to be more complex than that. Him could have come up with that plan in a minute. What took him years?

A slight stirring next to him awoke him from his thoughts. He turned in the direction of the sound, and widened his eyes.

Buttercup lay next to him, curled up at his arm.

She seemed to be having a bad dream; tears ran down her cheeks silently. She didn't whimper, or sniffle. Her face was emotionless as the tears dripped onto Butch's shoulder, where her head lay. Butch was frozen in place, his eyes wide as saucers. What should I do? What should I do? He thought, panicking. Brick would want him to 'go for the kill', but Butch didn't think that seemed right. In fact, this whole situation didn't seem right. Was this the same girl that he'd just had a full out brawl with a couple of hours ago?

"Butch, I swear to god, I hate you. Don't you even think, that for one second, I'd ever feel otherwise. You- you bastard!" She yelled at him.

"That's not what I was inferring at all, you dumbass! And, by the way, the feelings mutual, toots." He spat.

"UGH! Why do i have to have a complete idiot as my counterpart?" She screamed to the heavens, pulling out her hair.

He smirked now, walking toward her. "Because, a counterpart is a person that has all the same characteristics and functions as you, sweetheart."

She growled in response, and trudged off toward the plane.

He looked back at his counterpart now, and decided he knew just what to do. As she snuggled more into his chest unknowingly, he leaned back in his chair. He rested his head on top of hers, and closed his eyes, their steady breathing synchronized.

If she woke up and kicked him in his jewels, then she did. Butch had a part to play, and he was not giving up until he had her at his feet.

Buttercup awoke peacefully, her head resting on something warm. She stayed in place for a little bit, not wanting to move out of her comfortable position, not wanting to come back to reality. But as she lay there, her eyes closed, she realized that whatever she was laying on, was breathing. Her eyes widened, and she jumped up, not aware of her surroundings. Was she home? Did she fall asleep in class again...?

She looked around the airplane and sighed. Oh, that's right. she thought bitterly. The people around her stared at her strangely. She slowly sat back down, mumbling a 'What are you looking at?'

It was then that she remembered she was not alone. Butch slept soundly beside her, letting out a snore every now and then. She rolled her eyes, secretly grateful that he was asleep; if he woke up with her snuggled up to him she would never hear the end of it.

A sudden pang of loneliness hit her, and she suddenly remembered her dream.

She stood in a beautiful meadow with her sisters, and the Professor. They sat under a single tree, eating the picnic Bubbles had prepared. All was fine and dandy, until a dark figure appeared. It had a red glow to it, but all was hidden by a black cloak. Three other figures floated behind it, eyes staring into the girls souls. They were venomous, and Buttercup had trembled at the sight. Then, The figure in the black cloak swirled his hands, or...claws...around in circles, black mist covering them. Buttercup had coughed and wheezed, the mist thick and heavy. She looked for her sisters and the professor, but all she could she was the black mist.

And...bright emerald green eyes, staring at her through the blackness.

Buttercup shivered. It was so...real. So, familiar.

She turned to the only person she would be living with for the next year. It was terrifying, the thought. How were they supposed to live together, when they can't even stand to be in the same room? She already knew the results would be terrible. There would be yelling, fighting, and the braking of expensive objects from the hotel suite.

She missed her sisters. She would never admit it, but she did. Buttercup didn't understand how Butch and his brothers could be so aloof about it. She looked out of the corner of her eye to her counterpart, and wondered how they could be so different, yet so similar. It was almost scary.

Butch suddenly snapped up, all traces of sleep gone. He made an unidentifiable sound in the back of his throat, then turned to look at Buttercup, his eyes wide. Buttercup snickered.

"What's wrong, Butchie boy? Bad dream?" She teased. His cheeks reddened with embarrassment, and he slouched back into his chair. He glared a hole through the back of the seat in front of him, not wanting to make eye contact at the moment.

"Don't act like you've never had a bad dream before." He said finally, turning to her with a knowing smirk. It irked Buttercup.

"What? What are you talking about?" She asked, confused. Butch ignored her question.

"So, what was yours about?" He asked, playing with the hem of his shirt. Buttercup sighed, deflated. Might as well she thought with a shrug.

"I was with my sisters and the professor in a field, when this thing in black came, with...others. There was black mist, then I lost my family." She said. She made sure she left out the part with the three floating figures, and the bright emerald eyes, knowing who it was now, staring at him.

Same exact eyes.

They were now wide, Butch's face white as a ghost.

"Bl-Black mist? Was the thing in a black cloak, and red stuff around him?" Butch practically whispered. He stared at something behind her, and she raised a brow.

"...Yeah. How'd you know?" She asked. His face slowly turned back to normal, his features still looking a little weary.

"...cause. That's kinda how my dream went." He said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Really? That's kinda weird, isn't it?"

"Uh...yeah. I guess that's why we're counterparts, right?" He said, a nervous laugh added. Buttercup eyed him weirdly.

"Yeah...i guess so..."

She let the topic drop, since it made Butch awkward for some reason. She was a little afraid of why he was so nervous, but then again, it was Butch.

It was nothing.

Right?

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