ME: So anyway, sorry for the long wait. But we had "family movie night", and I've also been trying to make the chapters longer… THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS! I love reviews… :)

I was laying on my bed, tossing a basketball through the hoop, catching it, and throwing it again. Someone knocked on my door, which made me pause in my actions for a moment. I continued to throw the ball, "Come in."

I heard my door creak slightly. I figured it would be either Butch, or one of my sisters.

I was wrong.

I turned, and raised an eyebrow at the figure at my door. His arms were crossed, and his hat shielded his face from my view.

"Sorry to disturb you," Brick said coolly.

"Why are you in here?" I asked curiously, my voice scratchy from all the previous crying I'd done the past week.

He looked up slightly, only to where I could see his blood red eyes shining at me.

"I need answers," he said, his voice hoarse.

"Then go ask my dad, he loves answering questions…and I'm sure (being Blossom's counterpart and all) you could keep up," I said returning to my previous activity to throwing the ball through the hoop.

"You are the only one who can answer," he said. "Or at least, you are the only one I trust to not overreact…"

"Aw, I'm flattered," I said, with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. "I'm not exactly the calm person out of the six of us super powered beings. That would probably be Bubbles, or until his recent outburst, Boomer."

"They wouldn't understand," he said getting slightly annoyed.

I frowned; it must be serious if he is actuallycoming to me for advice.

I threw the ball across the room, sitting up in my bed.

"Alright, shoot," I said calmly.

He slowly made his way over to my side, not sitting down on my unmade bed.

"You can sit you know," I said. "I don't care…"

"Do you ever make your bed?" he asked looking at the array of green sheets.

"Yes…just not recently," I said. "Was that your important question?"

"Hardly," he said sitting down.

"Alright then…" I said. "What's so important you had to come to me of all people?"

"Well, I have this friend," he said slowly. "And he's in big trouble…HUGE trouble actually."

I leaned back on my hands, "Okay…"

"He's in trouble because he's dying," Brick said. "His physical form is unstable, and he doesn't know how to tell anyone."

"How does he know he's unstable?" I asked eying him.

Brick looked up, "He just does…"

I nodded, "Go on."

I had a bad feeling that I knew who this person was.

He turned away, "He doesn't know how long he has, and he knows there isn't a cure. But he knows that he has to tell his girlfriend, before it's too late…"

"I know who it is," I said.

He looked up, wide eyed, "You do?"

"It's you isn't it?" I asked slowly. "You're unstable."

He shook his head slowly, "It's not me."

I looked up, "Wait…what? Then who is it."

"You have to understand…when I said you wouldn't overreact…it's because you are good at controlling your feelings normally when it comes to sadness," he said looking away. "Bubbles and Boomer would probably burst into tears (well maybe not Boomer…but he's unpredictable). Blossom would freak out, start crying, then probably try to find a cure until she goes crazy."

"What about Butch?" I asked.

Brick was silent for a moment, "That's the thing Buttercup…"

My heart started beating fast (Oh Lord let me be wrong again). It couldn't be him…it just couldn't. I wouldn't let it be him…

I wouldn't be able to take it.

"No," I said standing up.

I was trembling…something that I never did. The only times I'd get shaky, would be out of anger…never fear. I never got scared, and if I did…I was able to hide it.

Brick got up, "Buttercup listen to me…"

I turned around, "No…it c-can't be him…"

Brick put his hands on my shoulder, "Buttercup please…"

"N-no…" I whispered, my eyes tearing up.

That's when the dreaded words filled my ears.

"It is him."

"NO!" I screamed, before falling.

Brick caught me in an embrace, as I cried.

I burst angrily into the lab where Butch was. The lab was white all over, except for the gray metal tables and counter tops. There were hundreds of different liquids around the room, some were chemical X. My dad was running tests on him that were previously unknown by me. That changed quickly.

Butch stood up, "Buttercup…"

Tears were strolling down my face, which made him pause.

"That's right Butch…I know what's going on!" I said angrily, my voice even more scratchy than before.

"Buttercup you have to understand…" he said putting his hands up in front of himself defensively.

I hit his shoulder, "UNDERSTAND? DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT UNDERSTANDING!"

My dad cowered in the corner, along with Brick who had entered the room.

I turned to them angrily, "GO! NOW!"

Neither of them hesitated to leave; shutting the door behind them.

I turned back to Butch, "If 'YOU' understood Butch…then you would KNOW that I WOULD UNDERSTAND!"

He got slightly angry, "I didn't want you to worry…too much has already been going on!"

I shook my head angrily, grabbing my hair with my hands, "Butch…how long has this been going on?"

"A few weeks," he said slowly.

"A FEW WEEKS?" I screamed. "BUTCH WHAT IF YOU DIED TOMORROW! THEN WOULD YOU BE HAPPY THAT YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?"

He looked away, "I couldn't tell you…not with your rape and stuff."

I glared at him, "You should have told me. If I had known Butch then-"

"Then you'd be more worried about me than yourself…and I didn't want that," Butch said looking at me. "I can take care of myself."

My mouth was wide open, "Are you saying you don't need me?"

He looked at me, "No, I do need you…don't get me wrong. I just…"

"Butch," I said. "Why didn't you tell me…answer me truthfully. You know very well that I could have handled this and a rape perfectly fine."

He looked me in the eyes, "I already told you why. I didn't want you to worry."

"OH JUST STOP!" I screamed. "TELL ME WHY!"

"BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT YOU TO THINK I WAS WEAK!" Butch yelled angrily, before turning away.

I stopped for a moment, "Butch…"

"I didn't want you to think you had to take care of me," he said. "I wanted to be there for you, and let you know that I could take anything that A-hole of a demon could lay out for me. I'm still the same Butch…"

"But you're sick," I said.

"See?" he said angrily. "I'm FINE."

I turned his face towards me, and kissed him roughly, "No…you're not. I know at the moment it's not causing you any bodily harm, but it will eventually."

He looked down, "Buttercup…"

"That's why, if you do…die…" I said as a lump formed in my throat. "We have to make the most out of our lives. I'll do whatever you want, as long as your happy."

He looked me in the eye, "Are you willing to actually do that?"

"For you?" I said. "Without a second thought."

He hugged me tightly, and I hugged him back.

"Is there anything you want to do?" I asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, loads," he said. "But one thing stands out a lot at the moment…"

"And that is?" I asked.

He looked at me, "Are you sure you are willing to do what I want?"

"Why, are you going to make me become a stripper?" I said frowning.

"And have other men look at you? Not a chance," he said. "But the stripping part, will come in handy for me."

I eyed him, "What is it you want exactly?"

He grinned, "Come on Buttercup…lets head to bed early."

Then it hit me, and I grinned, "Let's."

Then he picked me up, and zoomed up into my room.

I was wearing only my panties, and his overlarge T-shirt. He was wearing only his boxers (which…ironically said the words 'live before you die').

His arm was around my waist as we lay on my bed, and my head was on his chest. My left hand traced circles and heart shapes on his chest. I glanced up to see his raven black hair was extremely wild, and slightly stuck to his forehead from sweat. I assumed mine was probably not any different.

I didn't lose my virginity to him, but if I hadn't been raped…I still would have done what we did without hesitating.

"Satisfied?" I said smirking slightly.

"For the moment," he said huskily, and tiredly.

I would expect he was worn out… Not holding back would be an understatement.

"What time is it?" he asked slowly.

I glanced at the clock, "9:30. Why?"

He smirked, "We'd been at it for two and a half hours…"

"We ARE superhuman," I said. "We don't get tired as quickly as normal people…"

He grinned, "And we regain our energy faster…"

"Butch you perv," I said pushing him slightly, though smiling.

He laughed, "Don't worry Butterfly, I'll give you a break."

"What if I don't want you tonight?" I asked getting on my elbows. "What if I've had enough of you?"

"Too bad," he said grinning. "I want you."

My head sunk down, and I grinned, "I guess I did say I'd do what you wanted…"

He leaned up and kissed me lightly, "I won't kill you babe…don't worry."

"Don't call me babe," I said frowning. "I hate that name."

"Alright then baby," he said, before laughing again.

"You ALWAYS find a loophole don't you?" I asked smirking.

"That's me…'Butch. The guy who finds loopholes'," he said smirking.

"I can just see the headlines now," I said. "Buttercup Powerpuff. The girl who fell in love with the most annoying, yet incredibly hot villain/criminal type dude ever."

He laughed, "I love you Buttercup."

"I love you too Butch," I said.

Then I kissed him.

"Tomorrow," he muttered. "We are going to Six Flags."

I cracked up, "Why?"

"I've never had a chance to go!" Butch said. "I want to ride the RATTLER!"

I smiled, "Alright, we'll go to Six Flags. But your paying."

He groaned, "dang it."

"L.O.L Butch…" I said grinning.

"R.O.F.L Buttercup," he said smirking.

I laughed again (I think I had too much soda, and not enough sleep).

"I see…Butch is unstable," Him said smirking evilly in his recliner. "He's going to die sooner or later…that is unless I save him. Of course that would come with a price… A price Buttercup Utonium won't be willing to pay until she has to."

He leaned back, "Now how to bring Bubbles into this…AH! I KNOW!"

He grinned wide; his eyes glowing.

"I guess I'll just have to pay a little visit to Boomer…" he growled before going into a series of evil laughs.

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