Author's Note: BC did not get raped, people. :O

Not our little Buttercup! :D

BTW, I was planning on doing a Butch POV, but it was going to be a dream…about BC…and…guess the rest. :P

It's not sex, more of foreplay (like intense flirting, LOTS of sexual tension, basically. But no taking off of the clothes but maybe a shirt). I know people like She-Pirates-Kick-BUTT have a fragile mind. ;D

So you don't have to read it, it's not important to the storyline at all, just a filler POV. But if you do read it, include that in your review please! :D

Also, about the BC powers thing, here's a hint that you may get:

If you thought you were in love with somebody and that the other person loved you back, would you wanna run away or hurt them?

I know it seems corny but just think about it.

Buttercup's Point of View—

I woke up at around 6:15 from another nightmare. This time, I didn't scream. I just lay there in my bed, gazing up at the ceiling intently, plotting an escape route out of this misery. I wanted out. I wanted to see Bubbles' sweet, innocent smile, Hanna's curious, blue eyes, even wanted to hear Blossom's constant nagging. And Butch. My hand found its way up to my now hot forehead. Why did my heartbeat always speed up when I mentioned him? I heard a creaking sound and turned to the door where Mitch was standing. I turned to my side and avoided his gaze. He walked to my bed and turned me back over.

"Buttercup. Look at me."

I refused to pay him any attention after he had so shamelessly done that to me. Cruel bastard.

His hand traced up to my chin and lifted it slightly, forcing upon eye contact.

"I love you, Buttercup. Do you trust me?"

I remained silent.

"I guess not."

And when he began walking away, something inside my heart told me not to let him go. I knew I would regret it later.

"No, Mitch. Come here," I called out weakly.

He turned around and stopped walking, gazing at me curiously.

"I love you. I trust you."

What was I getting myself into? My head and my heart were miles apart by now.

"I love you too."

He leaned down and kissed me softly on my cheek before walking out of my room. So much for the escape. I sighed and rolled out of bed, slipping into the bathroom. I really needed a hot shower right now.

Bubbles' Point of View—

Dear Diary,

It's been about two weeks since Buttercup left. I've cried nearly every night. Blossom tells me that it's gonna be okay and that we should move on with our lives until we can recover some information. How could she take something so lightly when she's constantly nagging everyone else for being too irresponsible and lazy?

Poor Hanna and Butch. I feel so bad for them. Hanna comes over every once in a while and just sits in the living room and cries. Butch never wants to do anything. He hasn't been in school for the last couple of days. I just simply can't understand why Buttercup would even think of leaving. Was it something I did? I was willing to make it up to her if so. I wonder where she is, anyway. Blossom and Brick say she's probably with Mitch somewhere, since Mitch went missing the same day as Buttercup. I always feel guilty, though. I saw her the morning before she left and I ignored the signs. It was my fault.

I just wish she would come home.

Butch's Point of View—

The dream-

I opened my eyes slowly. I had attempted to stretch my arms, but something around my wrists secured them in place tightly, as the same with my ankles. Suddenly, a bright light flashed on. I squinted my eyes and blinked repeatedly as they grew accustomed to the blinding lights. When I could clearly see, I gazed at the doorway. There, I saw her. Her silky, raven hair fell in loose curls down her back, a sleek side bang sweeping across her forehead. Her piercing jade green eyes bored into mine as a smirk crossed her face.

"You're awake."

I lay there silent, then gazed down at myself. Handcuffs. I was chained to the bed. She slowly sauntered over to me and straddled my hips. I watched intently as her breasts jiggled only inches from my face.

"I'm up here."

I quickly looked up at her face as my cheeks reddened with humiliation.

Her hand trailed its way up to my chin and fingered it teasingly as she leaned down towards my ear.

"I hope you like it rough."

A shiver of excitement ran down my spine as her breath made goose bumps rise on my skin. Her tongue slid across my earlobe just before she slowly pulled away and climbed off of me. I groaned at the sudden loss of friction and heat just as she pulled a long, slender whip out of her drawer. She cracked it in the air a few times before chuckling and turning back to me.

"Y-you're gonna use th-that on me?" I asked nervously.

"Oh, Butchie. Don't be silly. Now flip over and be a good boy."

I obeyed her without the slightest hesitation and turned on my stomach as she readjusted the handcuffs. I closed my eyes, still feeling her warm breath lightly blowing onto my neck. She reached up and rustled my hair as she turned my head to the side and pulled me into a rough kiss. When she finally pulled away, she slid my shirt up and over my head and licked her lips before she leaned down towards my ear and gently bit my earlobe.

"You've been a bad boy," she whispered.

Just as I opened my mouth to protest, she brought the whip down upon my ass with an audible crack. I yelped in astonishment as a jolt of pain ran through me. The whip struck me again. But this time, I felt sheer pleasure rather than pain.

"Ohhh yes Buttercup…" I groaned, biting my shoulder to suppress the moaning and screams erupting from my throat.

"Wow, who knew Butchie could be such a slut?"

She chuckled for a moment before continuing.

" Now, do you want me?"

The whip sailed into the air and snapped against my skin, making me squirm and groan with delight.

"Ohhh yes…"

She smirked as the whip slapped against my skin another time.

"Do you need me?"

"Yes…" I groaned.

"Then show me."

The whip struck at me repeatedly as my moans got louder.

"Keep going…"

"Don't stop…"

"Ohhh yes…"

Back to Reality—

"Butch wake up, time for school."

"Ohhh yes…"

"Butch, wake up!"

"Ugggh Buttercup don't tease me like this…"

"What the hell? Butch. Get up!"

"Buttercup I want more…"

"BUTCH!"

My eyes flew open as I sat up quickly, my eyes darting around the room as I hyperventilated heavily.

"Calm down, dude!"

I gazed at Brick and sighed.

"Oh it's just you. What do you want?" I grumbled, wiping my eyes.

"Time for school. Get up, get dressed, and meet me and Boomer downstairs."

"Why?"

He cut his eyes at me.

"You haven't been to school in a while. You're lucky I let you off then."

And with that, he turned out of my room, slamming the door behind him. I rubbed my head and sighed, throwing the covers off of me.

Buttercup's Point of View—

"Hey, Buttercup, come here for a second."

I turned to Mitch and sat down beside him on the couch.

"I'm really sorry about the other day. I just got kinda mad…"

I nodded understandingly and smiled.

"It's okay. I love you."

He seemed just as shocked as I was at my sudden remark. The surprise faded away from his face as he grinned back at me bashfully.

"I love you, too."

Just as he leaned down to kiss me, my phone rang. He slipped it out of his pocket, glancing at the screen, as his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth formed into a deep scowl.

"Why the hell is Butch calling you?" he growled, glaring at me suspiciously.

"I-I don't know, Mitch…"

"You haven't been talking to him, am I correct?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"No…"

As tough as I may have been before I fell head over heels, Mitch had broken that tough exterior a while ago. I was still the same rough and tough BC, just not with Mitch. I've always felt that I could let my guard down with him.

"Good. Because he texted the other day."

I looked up at him fearfully.

"I never talked to him."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm fucking sure! What the hell do you mean?"

"Do you really want to talk back to me?" he asked threateningly, standing up in front of me.

I closed my mouth and looked down at my socks. 'This was not the BC I knew. The real BC would have simply annihilated him with a swift blast of a laser beam. But why couldn't I bring myself to do anything?' I thought to myself.

"I'm waiting for a damn answer."

"No…" I mumbled.

He smirked and brushed my bangs out of my eyes. Just as I pulled away from him, he snatched me up by my wrist and pulled me closer.

"Don't pull away from me, Buttercup."

I scoffed at him before shoving him away from me and dashing off to my bedroom. Big mistake.

Before I even reached the door, he grabbed me by my hair and jerked me to the ground, making me stumble backwards onto my back. Just as I tried to crawl away from him, he pulled me towards him again and punched me in my jaw. When I tried to punch back, he simply caught my fist and closed his hand around it tightly as a yelp of astonishment tore through the air. Again. This was nothing new.

He forced me down face-first onto the floor and straddled me, twisting my arms around my back.

"You still haven't learned, huh?"

I winced with slight pain and bit my tongue.

He flipped me over and punched me again. He grabbed me by my shirt collar and yanked me up forward, forcing me to look at him.

"Answer me, bitch! I'm fucking tired of this shit!"

He struck me across my cheek with the back of his hand before throwing me down to the floor. He stepped onto my neck and pressed down on it, making me gasp for air.

"Buttercup! Are you gonna talk back anymore?" he barked menacingly.

"Mitch, I can't breathe…"

"Buttercup! Are you gonna talk back to me anymore?" he repeated, leaning down onto my neck, shutting off more air.

"No…Mitch, I…-"

"Are you gonna be good form now on?"

"Mitch, yes, I need…-"

"Who do you love?"

"Mitch, please…"

"What was that?"

"I…love…Mitch…"

"Hmm?"

"Please…can't breathe…Mitch…-"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

"I…I…love Mitch…Mitch, please…can't breathe…"

"Huh? What did you say?" he asked sarcastically, pressing down into my neck harder.

"…Mitch…please…can't…bre-"

He lifted his foot from my neck, not taking a second of his time to even glance at the shoe marks he had imprinted in my skin. I gasped for air as I began to crawl to my bedroom. Just as my hand found its way to the doorknob, my eyelids slowly closed and I collapsed to the ground, mentally and physically exhausted. Tomorrow he would be sweet again. He would love me just like he used to and everything would be just fine.