Hey, here is the next chapter, for Seven Years Later.

I'm sorry that it took so long to post; I am a full time college student.

And I was also getting ideas for different stories that wouldn't leave me alone until I started writing them.

Anyway, here is the next chapter, enjoy.

P.S. Butch and Buttercup get angry

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Buttercup's POV

It had been two days that man, Butch came to my room. I couldn't stop thinking about it. He looked sad when learned I had forgotten my memories. I wish my sisters told me about him. They kept telling me to forget him like he wanted me too but they didn't see the look he had in his eyes, pure sadness. Before he flew away, when he was still crushing my wrist and I was crying, I saw the concern in his eyes. He really did care for me, I know he did. That's why he let me go. He was hurt because he was hurting me. He left because he didn't want to see me hurt. True, I could not be sure of this but I just felt like it made sense. It was the same thing I felt when he said we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I couldn't remember anything about the relationship we supposedly had, but I felt a tug pulling me to him. I knew I was supposed to be next to him. Then the kiss, it made blush just thinking about it. I was so shocked by what he had done that I had pushed away from him. I had regretted the decision once his lips were off mine, but it was mostly because I saw a pained look in his eyes when I backed away from him. I was so confused, and I still am. I have this silent need to be next to a man I don't even remember even when we supposedly had a romantic relationship. I then thought who was hurting more in this situation: the one who didn't remember anything or the one who did?

I wished my sisters would tell me where I could find Butch. I wanted to talk to him, have him tell me about our past relationship. There must me a reason why I kept it from my sisters. If I could just remember my past, than we would not be in this situation. I wondered if Butch was the man I was supposed to meet at the base of the volcano seven years ago. I couldn't be sure unless I meet him there. However, if I wanted to meet him there, that would require a form of contact between me and him. I wondered if he lived anywhere near the spot where I was found. I had seen a large observatory at the top of the volcano and the only way to get up there easily was to fly, which Butch was obviously able to do. But my sisters had said when they found me that the observatory belonged to one of our old enemies, so that meant Butch wouldn't be there because Butch was not evil. The only reason why I know this is because as a hero, I would not date an enemy. Then again my sisters had called him a villain when he came to my room two days ago.

I got off my bed, where I had currently been laying on my back staring at my ceiling, and went to my closet. I dug through the stuff from my past I didn't want to get rid of, just in case I did remember everything, and found the small box I was looking for, the box that held my treasure in it. My treasure was little stupid but it meant a lot to me, it was in fact the shirt I had been found with. The color sort of reminded me of Butch's eyes, a deep dark forest green. I could have gotten lost in those eyes if given the chance. I picked the shirt up and buried my face into the cold fabric. The scent that had made me feel so relaxed was no longer there; I couldn't even remember what it smelled like anymore. With or without the smell though, I still felt like I was safe when I was clutching onto it. I sighed and placed the shirt back into the protective box and hid it back at the bottom of my closet. I decided to go back to the volcano; it was a place I could think without wondering about my past life, although my sisters rarely let me go. They say without my powers, the ability to use them had gone with my memoires, I could get hurt. I had a lot of enemies back then that would take advantage of my weakened state. But my sisters had said the villains had given up trying to take over, so didn't that mean they didn't want to hurt us anymore as well? I slipped out of my dress and into a tee shirt and a pair of light jeans, leaving a little note on my desk telling them where I went if they came looking for me before I got back, before I slipped out of my room.

It wasn't the first time that I used my window to escape. I used it whenever I wanted to go to the volcano. It wasn't that hard and no one noticed so I didn't mind doing it as long as I had left a note saying where I had gone. I walked the memorized path towards the volcano. When I first lost my memories, after my sisters and brought me back to the house, I had gone to the volcano almost every day if I could, and I would try to stay as long as possible. The first few times I snuck out I had gotten lost and my sisters had to come and find me. After the first few times getting lost, I found a map and was able to memorize the way to the park and the volcano. Over the past seven years my visits to the volcano had become less and farther apart. I was happy in the life I live now, even without my memories so I hadn't really care to get them back, until I met Butch that is. But the main reason was because I was starting to lose hope. Every day that I went home without meeting that person I thought I could remember was starting to destroy me internally. I don't know why I was so sad about never seeing the person I knew I had to, but I would always feel like crying when I left the area of the volcano.

I smiled as I passed a few families playing with their kids as I walked through the park. I love looking at the smiles on the children. I really wanted a child of my own. I am a grown woman; there is nothing that is stopping me from having a child except I don't have a guy in my life. What I had told Butch when he came was the truth, I had gone out on dates with a few guys but nothing felt right. One was a date to the movies, one was a dinner date, and I think one I was taken to some park or something; I never remembered them in detail, which just helps prove my point. When I went out with them, I always felt guilty and there was something wrong looking with the guy. Not that any of them had been bad looking, but when I saw Butch: his black spiky hair, brod strong shoulders, and his beautiful dark green eyes, I finally understood why the guys seemed, for the lack of a better world, lacking. Butch was an extremely handsome man that I was sure that many girls drooled over. It almost made me giddy knowing that he was my boyfriend, or at least in the past he was my boyfriend. I wanted to be his girlfriend again, but I didn't know his thoughts about it and there lies another reason why I really wanted my sister to tell me more about Butch.

I sighed when I reached the volcano's edge and sat down, resting my back against the uneven rocks. I looked up at the observatory and wondered more about it. If I could only fly I would love to see the stars from up there. It must be quite a view. I wondered if I ever went up there to see the stars but then I remember that was the house of a villain and I knew I wouldn't stay on their house. I wish I could fly now, and see the city of Townsville from up in the air. I closed my eyes and imagined myself flying, far above the clouds, feeling the wind in my hair. I would have to keep it up or cut it really short if I wanted to fly fast, I didn't want it getting all tangled in its self. I was actually thinking of cutting my hair soon anyway, it was getting too much to handle just washing it; I didn't want to let it grow out any longer. I wonder if Butch would like short haired girls. I really wanted to talk to him, get to re know him. I wanted to be the girlfriend he left behind. I felt like crying when I thought of what Butch had said before he left. "Now that I am back, I find that she is seven years dead." I wish I could prove him wrong. The Buttercup he was in love was still there, she was here, in me; I could still be the girl he loved once.

"Would you look at this, Brick?" A voice said above me. I opened my eyes quickly to find two boys just landing on the ground. The one who had spoken looked like my sister Bubbled with short blond hair, and blue eyes, although his was more of an electric cobalt blue then Bubbles' power blue eyes. The other one, who I assumed was Brick, resembled Blossom, with long red hair tied in a ponytail, with a backwards baseball cap on his head. His eyes were blood red, and I could feel myself shaking from just staring at him. "Who would think that an innocent little goody two shoes, would be sitting basically at our doorstep." I looked back to the blue one as he spoke. I was scared; these did not look like nice people and I did not feel comfortable being alone with them. Maybe I should have listened to my sisters and had one of them come with me today.

"I don't know, Boom, but I am going to find out." The red one asked walking up to me. I tried to back away from him, but my back was already flat against the side of the volcano. "Why don't you try and get Butch out of his room, I'm sure he will come out for a fight."

"Butch? You know Butch, black hair green eyes?" I asked quickly. The two boys looked at me confused. I didn't know the relationship between Butch and this Brick and Boom, but if they could get me to him, I would do anything. I didn't care that they were planning on hurting me; I wanted to see and talk to Butch. The boys in front of me exchanged a worried glance. "Please, I really need to talk with him and my sisters won't tell me anything. I will do anything you ask, please. He came to my room two days ago and when he left he was really sad. I just want to make sure he is okay now." I said, before turning my gaze towards my feet. I don't know why but I felt so embarrassed about the whole ordeal.

"Wait," the one named Brick said. "For two days, since we all got home from training, he hasn't left his room except for food. You have to tell us everything that happened. We are as worried over our brother as you are." I stared at the guys in front of me. So Boom and Brick were Butch's brothers, which was a little strange because they looked nothing alike. But then again neither did my sisters and me. They actually looked like male versions of us.

"Well, he, Butch, was in my room before I was. I was down stairs with my family." I was nervous but I needed to buck up. I could not be stuttering. "Anyway, when I first saw him I screamed and that when my sisters came up. They asked why he was here and he demanded to know who I was and where his Buttercup was. I asked him what he meant when he called me his, and he said that we were dating for three years before you left to train."

"Wait, you two were DATING?!" Boom yelled at me. I only nodded too afraid to verbally answer. The two boys in front of me looked mad but not really at me, but at the knowledge of this. My sister's weren't pleased about learning the secret either. I wondered why we kept our relationship a secret. If we really loved each other, why would we not tell our families? "You weren't cheating were you? Is that why Butch locked himself in his room, he found out you were ditching him for another guy?" Boom narrowed his eyes at me and Brick also looked suspicious.

"No!" I yelled my eyes wide with shock. "I may not have my memories but I would never cheat on some one. That is just too terrible a crime to even think about." I couldn't believe that they would accuse me of that. I thought that anyone who cheated should be shunned from society. Who could be so heartless to a person they loved to even think about loving someone else. "Butch got sad because I lost all of my memories around the same time that you three left. He said that the only reason why he was able to survive, the only thing he lived for was to see me again. When he left he even said that the girl he loved was dead." I felt like crying, and I almost did. I wanted to be strong, try to be like the girl I was before the boys left. "Can I please see Butch?"

"Yeah, I think that would be the best for him. Come one up." Brick said as Boom and he started to fly up. I looked at my feet; this was going to be harder than they thought it would be. "Hey, you were the one who wants to see him, aren't you going to come?"

"I can't use my powers." I half whispered. "When I lost my memories, I also lost the ability to use my powers. I am just a normal human right now." I wished I had never lost my memoires. Nothing good has come from this situation. I had lost my powers, I had changed in personality as my sisters had say, and I had drastically hurt someone who loved me, everything was wrong. Boom then came and picked me up bridal style and I held tightly to his neck as we flew up to the observatory.

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When Brick and Boomer brought Buttercup into the house they couldn't help but wonder what the relationship their brother had with her. They didn't think Butch would be joking around in a relationship for three years, even if it was with a powder puff. And then the idea of living to get back to her was not in Butch's personality but why would he lie about that. Boomer stayed in the living room while Brick took Buttercup up to Butch's room. It was locked like it had been for the past two days. Brick was almost glad Buttercup had come even though it was a weird thing to think. He didn't know what Buttercup could do to help him feel better, but if this could make Butch feel better then he was all for it. He knocked on the door but received no answer. "Butch, are you alive in there?" Brick asked, knocking on the door a little harder.

"Leave me the hell alone!" A voice called in annoyance from inside. It seemed weak but the anger was still over powering and strong. Buttercup looked at Brick, wondering if they should listen or try again. Brick knew his brother and he knew Butch would be pissed but some things just had to be done.

"Come on Butch, open the door. Your girlfriend is here to see you." Brick yelled. There was a load crash inside the room, but there wasn't an answer and the door stayed locked. Brick sighed in annoyance at his brother's antics. "One second, wait right here." Brick said walking towards his room to get the skeleton key to the house. He unlocked Butch's door and pushed Buttercup inside before slamming the door and walking away. Buttercup looked around the messy room in confusion. She remembered this room. Well not really the room, more just feeling that this room was giving her, feeling of love and happiness. The smell in the room was the one from the shirt and it was already calming her down. All her worries were starting to leave her.

"Get the fucking hell out of here!" Buttercup turned to see Butch sitting on the couch. He was looking over the back of it and he was visibly angry. Buttercup didn't move. She wanted to see Butch again and talk to him, but now that she was her she was couldn't think of anything to say. "I don't fucking want you here. Get your ass out of my fucking room and go back home. Why did you even fucking come here?" Butch wanted to be alone. He didn't know what he should do so decided to do nothing. He didn't have his girl anymore but he couldn't see himself trying to find someone to replace her. Buttercup was the only girl from him.

"I wanted to see you, and talk." Buttercup whispered nervously. She walked around to the other side of the couch and blushed when she realized Butch was only in a pair of jeans, the elastic band of his dark green boxers hanging out. Buttercup wanted to reach out and touch all of the muscles on his torso, the skin that showed patently of scars from years of fighting. Along with the cold angry eyes staring her down, Buttercup could honestly say that Butch was the most intimidating person she had ever laid eyes on, and also the most attractive person as well. "I…I wanted to…I just wanted to talk about the relationship we supposedly had."

"'Supposedly had'? Are you calling me a fucking liar?" Butch yelled, jumping off the couch. Buttercup jumped back in fright and found her back against a wall. Butch walked closer to her and slammed his hand against the wall right next to her ear, trapping her. "If you fucking think I would lie about something like that then…" Butch started but couldn't finish. He would have said that she didn't know him, but in reality she didn't. She didn't remember who he was. She didn't remember the feelings they had for each other, and she didn't remember the relationship they had. Buttercup stared up into the eyes on the man that held her immobile. She had thought Brick's eyes were scary, staring into the blood red color of them as he thought of how to hurt her, but Butch's eyes were worse. The fury, the hurt, all of his emotions directed solely at her made her knees weak and a shiver run down her spine.

"I don't think you are lying, but it is hard to believe there was something there when I don't remember a thing." Buttercup stammered, trying to keep herself from basically scaring herself by looking into his eyes and stopping herself from loving his body. "You said that we were boyfriend and girlfriend, and I know it is terrible that I can't remember any part of it but I want to know everything about what we had. Why did we keep it a secret from our family? Did we ever plan on telling them? Did we ever tell anyone that we were together? You said that you loved me, did I love you back? Did we say we loved each other or was it an unspoken understood sort of thing? How far did we get in the relationship? I want to know why I feel so calm and happy right now. Why do I feel like I want to be pressed against your body and never be more than an inch away from it? Why do I feel so safe when I am around you, like no matter what happens I will be completely safe as long as I am with you?" Buttercup had to stop because she had started crying. She tried to wipe them away but they were getting too much to hold in. Butch didn't know what to do. Here was his girl crying and trying to know about the relationship she had forgotten about and all it was doing was making him angrier.

"How about you get your memories back, then you will know all those answers for yourself." Butch grumbled pushing away from her. He wanted her more the life itself but the pain in his heart knowing she had forgotten him was to extreme. He couldn't let himself be taken and forgotten again. He wished he had stayed in the desert, where he was worshipped as a god on Earth. He wanted his own memories of them taken away, it would have been better to forget her then to have to live without her. "Now get out." Butch wished to fly away right now, but this was his home, she was the one going to fly away. Buttercup's heart was breaking. She wanted to remember being with him and now he was telling her nothing. He was almost acting like she was someone completely different to the person he left behind. What could she do to convince him she was still the same girl? Buttercup remembered what her sisters had told her about her past and knew it was her only chance. She took a deep breath in, set her jaw, and grabbed Butch's arm in the tightest grip she could muster.

"You are going to be fucking listen to me now, you bastard!" She yelled angrily. She hoped she was pulling off her anger well and the sight of Butch looking surprised told her she was. "I did not fucking come all this way to be told to go home. Hell, who the fucking hell do you think you are telling me what to do? I demand that you answer my fucking questions you son of a bitch, or else you are going to have to deal with my fucking bitching until the day you die. What's your fucking choose?" Buttercup felt completely terrible to be yelling at him and swearing. She hated swearing; at least she hates it now. Her sister's said she would have to constantly be reminded not to swear before she lost her memories.

Then next thing Buttercup knew was that Butch was kissing her. Butch just couldn't stop himself for kissing her. She had acting like she usually did, and it just made it seem like she never lost her memories. He kissed her like he had planned to when he first got back, with all the passion and love that had been building in him the seven years he had been gone. Buttercup was a little shocked at first but kissed Butch back. She knew it was right and she wasn't going to push him away again, not now not ever. The feelings she was getting from this area were so strong; she let her body take over when her mind no longer knew what it was doing. She tried to match his love and found it easier then she thought it would be. Maybe she did remember some of the things Butch and she did together; at least her body did anyway. Butch wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her close to him. He loved the feeling of her body pressed against his, and she liked it just as much. His strong chest and arms were as hard as stone but the warmth they gave off made her want to melt. Buttercup wrapped her arms around Butch's neck, deepening the kiss when his tongue demanded for entrance into her mouth. She opened her mouth quickly and Butch took dominance as their tongues danced together in their mouths. Buttercup entertained one hand in his hair while the other hand dragged its nails across his hardened muscles, causing Butch to growl into her mouth, at which made her other hand join in the foreplay. Buttercup soon felt Butch's hand traveling all over her body; her waist, her chest, her legs, her butt. Butch had never forgotten the shape of her body in the years he was gone, and it hadn't changed all that much and neither had her pleasure points. Butch's hands went instinctively to the spots he knew would make her moan, and he wasn't left disappointed. Buttercup didn't know exactly what she was doing, her mind was sort of in a state of fog; her body was moving without her mind telling it where to go, not that she minded all that much. Butch picked Buttercup up, breaking the kiss only when he threw her on the couch and climbed on top of her; to Butch it was as if they had never been apart. Butch left her mouth and kissed down her neck, biting and sucking on the soft skin. He didn't have to worry about anyone seeing his little marks on her anymore, not that he ever did, but now he didn't have to worry about Buttercup getting mad over them. He slipped a hand under her shirt, playing with her through her bra, and grinded his knee up close to her. Her load moans were ringing in his ears and around his room, telling him, forcing him to continue. He didn't care if his brothers heard her; it was only Buttercup and him right now. Butch stopped after a while to look at the beautiful woman below him. She was breathing heavy, her hair was a mess, and her eyes were clouded in love and lust. Butch sighed knowing they should probably stop; he couldn't go as far as he wanted, he knew that. Without her memories it would be like her first time all over again, and no matter how much the tightness in his pants was telling him to continue he couldn't let it get to that in the end.

Butch removed his hand from her shirt and laid down on her, nuzzling his nose into her neck, kissing it gently a few times. Buttercup's heart was racing but she was managing to get her breath back to a normal steady pace. "So, what were those questions again?" Butch whispered.

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Well I hope you like it, and I will get the next chapter up as soon as I can.

I am writing a birthday fic for a friend, and that does take priority over this.

Anyway, I hope you like it and will review.