Okay, so just a quickie here… Some reviews said that it sucked that BC got pregnant… NOBODY SAID SHE WAS! I'm not saying she isn't, but I'm not saying she is either. You'll have to read to find out… The point is, she got raped…and at the moment she's not to happy about it (I wouldn't be). So anyway…I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! :)

(BUTTERCUP POV)

I was in the shower.

I had to get that disgusted feeling from earlier off of me…ASAP. I felt different. I felt disgusting. I felt less innocent. I felt more…

Vulnerable.

And I hated it.

I scrubbed down at my area like there was no tomorrow, trying to get the feeling off of me. I had already washed myself six times, and that revolting feeling hadn't left me. The feeling was overwhelming… I couldn't stand it in the slightest bit. It would be like if I had run around Townsville nude, then hadn't taken a shower in six years. No…scratch that. It was ten times worse than that.

I threw my lime green scrubbie at the wall (A/N: A scrubbie is the name I give for a poof, or whatever it is other people call it.)

I sunk down, letting the water shower on my head like rain. I curled up my knees to my chest, and sunk my head down. Tears started building up in my eyes, and as much as I hated it…I needed a good cry.

I've only cried a few times in my life, and most were when I was younger (mostly temper tantrum cries). I don't believe I'd cried in seven or eight years until then. The few times I'd cried, however…

I definitely cried.

It was either all or nothing, not that in between stuff Bubbles did a lot.

And at that moment I was crying my eyes out; my shoulders shaking, with heavy sobs of anger and fear. I wasn't sure which was dripping more; the water from the shower, or my tears. My eyes started to hurt from the crying, and I could hardly breath from the spasms.

"Buttercup?"

My head shot up, and I immediately tried to contain my lamenting cries.

"You okay in there?"

It was Butch…

I couldn't let him see my like this (especially naked). I knew if I didn't answer, he WOULD come in. He was overprotective that way.

"Y-yeah…" I stammered, getting up and turning the water off. "B-but don't come in…"

"I won't," Butch answered out the door. "Are you sure you're okay…you sound like you've been crying."

"I-I'm n-not!" I said angrily.

"Okay," he's known me long enough to know that when I'm upset, it's not the time to push it. Plus he has been really pissed since what had happened, so he's not in the mood to deal with me anyway…at least not like that. He's been extremely careful, and gentle with me since what had happened.

I dried off, and put my green pajamas on.

The disgusting feeling was still there, but I tried hard to ignore it…as hard as it was.

When I opened the door, Butch was standing there waiting.

"So do they know?" I managed to ask without stammering.

"About us?" he asked looking me in the eye. "Yes."

"Are they handling it well?" I asked slowly.

He was watching me closely, obviously making sure that I was really okay.

There were many emotions in his green eyes; hate for my rapist, fear for my wellbeing, and vigilance for anything that might upset me in any way.

But there was one emotion that stood out the most in his eyes, and his face (though he tried to hide it).

Guilt.

He believed that everything was his fault, since he didn't get there in time. I tried to tell him it wasn't, but he wouldn't believe me.

"Well?" I asked watching him.

"I suppose," he said. "Boomer and Bubbles are…well…Boomer and Bubbles. They think we look 'cute' together."

He made big quotation mark signs with his hands when he said 'cute'.

"What about Blossom and Brick?" I asked not looking at him.

"They are handling it well…for them," he said. "Blossom said that trusts you, but she glared at me. Brick on the other hand, isn't even speaking to me."

"How is that handling it well then?" I asked frowning. "If he isn't speaking to you, then he's obviously upset."

"He's not killing me," Butch said looking away.

I walked close to him, making him look at me, "I'm sorry…I'm sorry I've caused all of this…"

He gave me a hug quickly, "Don't be. You didn't cause it…it just happened. It's not your fault…"

"It's not yours either," I said looking up at him.

He let me go, and started to walk away from me.

"Don't you dare walk away Butch Jojo!" I said shakily. "You have to understand this wasn't your fault! It was Him's!"

His hands balled up into fists, "It was my fault…I should have gotten there sooner…"

"NO!" I yelled, tears forming in my eyes out of both anger and anguish. "It wasn't your fault!"

He turned around angrily, "YES IT WAS! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE SOONER! I COULD HAVE SAVED YOU, BUT I DIDN'T! IF I HAD GOTTEN THERE…THEN…Then this…this all wouldn't have happened…"

His voice faded as tears built up in his eyes.

The tears in mine escaped from seeing him like this…

Bubbles and Boomer came up the stairs, "What is it?"

"Nothing," I said going into Butch's arms, as he held me close.

"You two alright?" Boomer asked with compassion.

"Y-yeah," I sniffed. "Just getting over it…"

He nodded, "Well…your dad got the results."

"What results?" I asked oblivious for a moment.

"The pregnancy results," Bubbles said. "Remember how he made you give samples of your-"

"YES! YES I REMEMBER!" I yelled covering my ears. "Please don't remind me again…"

"Yeah, well anyway he has the results now," Bubbles said. "But he didn't tell us what they were yet…"

I nodded, "Alright."

Me and Butch went downstairs, into the lab.

My dad was obviously still not used to having the Ruffs in his home…not trying to kill us. But he was handling everything rather well actually…especially me and Butch.

"Well?" Butch demanded, holding my hand tightly.

My dad looked at me, and suddenly I was very aware of that horrid feeling again.

I was very aware of everything actually; the feeling, the fact that I'd lost my virginity (and unwillingly I might add [to a freaking demon]), and the fact that I might have to be a mother to a demonic child in nine months.

"I have good news, and bad news," he said.

"Dang it…do you have to torture us?" I demanded angrily. "Just tell us…please…"

He smiled slightly, "The bad news first then?"

Me and Butch both nodded.

Everyone else gathered around, even Brick who was obviously upset for many reasons (probably because he was jealous that Butch asked me out before he asked Blossom).

"The bad news is…" he paused for a moment, and Butch's hand tightened. "I won't be a grandfather for a few more years…"

Me and Butch (and everyone else for that matter) sighed in relief.

He hugged me, and kissed my forehead…as I let out a few tears of ease.

"The good news is, since I'm not going to be a grandfather soon," he grinned. "I'm not old yet!"

We all laughed, including Butch.

O.O.O

Butch held me close, as I snuggled into his warm chest.

I remember Him smelling heavenly (which is weird since he's DEFINITELY not from heaven). Butch, however, smelled better. His scent was certainly not Heavenly…but it was better. He smelled like pine cones, men's cologne, and boxing gloves. It was an odd smell…but it suited him like a strawberry and whipped cream.

"You are still upset…" he said looking at me. "I can tell…what is it?"

I groaned, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Come on…tell me," Butch said rubbing my back softly.

I buried my face in his chest, trying to ignore what I wanted, and didn't want to tell him.

"Please," he said leaning down. "I might be able to help…"

I looked at him, "It's just…ever since what happened…I-I…"

My voice trailed off, and a lump swelled in my throat. I swallowed it back…because there was NO way I was going to start crying again.

He put his finger under my chin, and lifted my head up, "Tell me."

"I feel…disgusting," I said with venom in my voice. "I feel like even if I took a thousand baths, the feeling would never go away. And it's driving me CRAZY!"

My eyes filled with tears, but I shut my eyes hard so they wouldn't escape.

Butch sat up, taking me with him. Then he kissed my forehead, "I'm so sorry Buttercup…"

I looked up at him, "It's not your fault. Please understand that…"

He looked me in the eye, "I wish I could. No matter what I try to think, somehow, deep down, I know it IS my fault."

I shook my head, "Butch…please…"

He looked away, "This isn't how the story goes…the man is supposed to save the girl…"

"The story isn't over yet Butch," I said cupping his cheek in my hand, and turning him to look at me. "It's just begun…"

"Well if that's true, then this is a cruddy way to start," he said, his eyes narrowing.

"You always look at the downside of things," I said frowning. "Try to look at the bright side…"

"And why don't you humor me, by telling me what the bright side is…" he said eying me.

"I'm not pregnant, I'm not dead, I didn't get a disease, and I'm (at the moment) in your arms," I said smiling at the last part.

"How can you act so happy, even though you aren't?" he said, his eyebrows knitting together. "I know you aren't, so don't lie to me. But you still act happy, just for my sake…"

"I live with Bubbles," I said simply.

He smirked with that, before looking me in the eye, "I can't tell you that my mind has changed on whether or not all this was my fault… But I can tell you, that I promise I'll never…EVER…let this happen again. It's already happened one too many times, so now I leave the burden on myself to protect you forever."

I smiled, "And you'll succeed…I just hope this doesn't mean you won't drive me crazy."

"I'll protect you forever Buttercup…within limits," he said smiling.

I smiled more, before frowning slightly.

"What is it?" Butch asked noticing my change in mood.

I had been thinking about this a lot since what had happened earlier. I thought about it before, but now more than ever. I had to know the answer…so now was as good as ever to ask the question.

"Do you love me?" I asked looking at him.

Some say love, it is a river…

That drowns the tender reed.

Some say love, it is a razor…

That leaves your soul to bleed.

Butch's mouth fell open slightly, "Buttercup…"

"I understand if you don't," I said looking away. "I just need to know now…"

"I've told you before that I love you," Butch said frowning slightly. "Do you not believe me or something?"

"No, it's just…" I looked at him. "Do you really love me?"

Some say love, it is a hunger…

An endless aching need.

I say love, it is a flower…

And you it's only seed.

He cupped my face in his hands, "Buttercup…I want you to listen to me."

I nodded, holding his hands to my face.

"I love you more than anything in the universe, and when I say that…I mean it," he said softly, yet sternly. "I love you more than fighting, or even food."

I smiled slightly at that comment.

"I love you so much, that I would do anything for you," he said. "I would go to outer space, and bring you back a star…even if it meant that the earth would probably blow up or something. I would go through millions of oyster shells, just to find you the perfect pearl. I wouldn't eat any food for ever if we were running out, just so you could eat all that was left. And then if we ran out, I would find you more."

A tear fell out of my eye after he said that…with more to soon follow.

It's the heart afraid of breaking,

That never learns to dance.

It's the dream afraid of waking,

That never takes the chance.

It's the one, who won't be taken,

Who can not seem to give.

And the soul afraid of dying,

That never learns to live.

"I would never sleep again for the rest of my life, just to watch out for monsters under your bed. I would carve your name in a comet with laser vision, so every few years when it passes by, we could see it. I would leave you if you wanted me to, but still watch you just in case you changed your mind. I would learn how to play the piano, just so I could play you your favorite song," he said, his eyes not averting their gaze.

I sniffed quietly, as more tears fell out.

When the night has been too lonely,

And the road has been to long.

And you think love is only,

For the lucky and the strong.

Just remember the winter,

Far beneath the bitter snows.

Lies the seed,

That with the sun's love,

In the Spring…

Becomes the rose.

"Buttercup, I love you. I always have, and I always will," he said. "You may not believe me, but you will. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow…but soon."

I cried out happily, and threw my arms around him…pulling him into a kiss.

He was shocked for a moment, but then without hesitation he pulled me close. My fingers tangled in his hair, as his did mine. Our lips moved in perfect synchronization. My bit my bottom lip softly, begging for entrance. I granted it to him, and he slipped his tongue in…tasting everything. I eased mine into his mouth slowly, and hesitantly. He let me, giving me a groan when we started battling for dominance.

His hands grabbing my thighs, hoisting me up higher. He kissed my neck softly, as we both tried to catch our breath.

It was at that moment I realized something had changed in me.

"Butch…" I said quietly.

"Hmm?" he said, his voice muffled from my neck.

"I don't feel it anymore…" I said, my head rolling back when he started nibbling on my neck.

"Don't feel what?" he asked looking up.

"That disgusting feeling I had," I said. "It's gone…"

He frowned, "I wonder how…"

Then it hit me, and I kissed him again, "I guess Love does cure everything…"

I loved writing that…oh and sorry you guys had to wait so long. It took me two nights to write this, because I only get so long on the computer. As it is, I had to beg my brother to let me on…anyway. I hope y'all enjoyed it. And just in case you were wondering…no it isn't a trick, Buttercup is NOT pregnant. I didn't want her to be…yet…lol. :)