This is kind of sad guys. I'm really gonna miss writing about Brooke and Boomer. But now it's onto different characters (Like Blaire and Butch lol) I hope you guys enjoyed this fic. I worked really hard on it. Please give feedback and let me know if you have any good insults for Blaire to spit at Butch :) Viva la Powerpuff Girl!
I sit in a bright white room, the pureness of it all clouding my vision with little black dots. I grab my head and moan, desperate to stop the spinning. But I know, deep down, that I'm not moving. The only thing in the room is a small chair, the one I'm sitting on. After that, there is only vast emptiness. "W-where am I?" I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper. The only response I receive is silence. As I look around, I know nothing is familiar. "W-where am I," I croak again, louder this time. Still nothing,
I glance down at my hands and note that there is no blood smearing them. They are clean as well, like everything in this space. Irritation washes over me as I clasp and unclasp my hands. "I better not be dead." I state clearly into the emptiness. "I will be so pissed off if this is how it ends." I add after a brief pause. When I don't think I'm going to get a response, the room surprises me.
"Oh trust me, if you were dead, you'd know." A voice echoes in the back of my skull. It wasn't a voice physically, but I could still hear it. Before me a young girl appears. Her hair is chestnut brown and she wears a purple dress.
"Bunny?" I question, awestruck.
"I'm glad you remember me." She replies with a girlish giggle. The sound resonates in my head, yet it brings a smile to my face as I stand and embrace her.
"How could I ever forget you Bunny?" I pull away from her, my brow furrowing. "But, if I'm not dead, what are you doing here?" The young girl smiles cheerfully and takes my hand. She doesn't open her mouth to speak, but her words still ring out clear.
"I was sent to give you a message Bubbles." She states. I wince at my real name, but don't make a move to correct her. "Your mind is stronger than your sisters' are. I hope you've figured that out already?."
"What are you talking about?"
"Mojo targeted you first for a reason, and it certainly wasn't because you were the weakest link. Don't waste your mind and-" Bunny cuts in. Her eyes meet mine, purple with blue. Despite her age, she looks smart and far happier than she had been in the short time I knew her. "-Please, don't forget me." The plea in her eyes is overwhelming, but it doesn't stop me from wrapping my arms around her again.
"Never."
Bunny pulls away from me and smiles. "Well, then I suppose it's time for you to wake up. Remember, use your mind, it's a gift." She beams, but her outline already begins to falter. My vision focuses and blurs as the pounding in my head starts again.
"Brooke, are you awake?" Someone hissed urgently. My eyes snapped open, and I made an effort to sit up—but quickly regretted the decision. I moaned and fell back on my bed. My head pulsated and I could feel the broken bones shifting. God I hated Chemical X sometimes. Bridget's face came into focus when I decided to open my eyes again. Her face was pale, sickly pale, and her eyes were puffy and red. Had she been crying? "Thank God you're awake. I was so stupid to make you stay back, I should have known they would have been targeting you, I should have—"
Her words were moving so fast by this point that they were jumbled together. I tried to press the bridge of my nose in frustration, but my forearm seared with pain whenever I moved it. Was there a part of my body that didn't hurt? "Bridget, breath, I can't even understand you." I mumbled after several moments of trying to sort my sister's thoughts. Bridget froze, her pink eyes locking in on me. I could tell she wanted to continue blaming herself. She always blamed herself when things went wrong.
"Boomer hasn't left your side." Bridget started again quietly, her eyes falling to her hands. "We finally got him to go and eat something, so I thought I'd stay with you." She added when I glanced around the room. "I'm so sorry Brooke. I owe you an apology, Blaire and I haven't been very supportive. We shouldn't have treated you like you were weak. You proved how wrong we were." She continued as the twisted her tomato red hair around her finger.
"You don't have to apologize, I am—"
"No, you're not, that's why I'm apologizing. You are strong and I should never doubt that. You're my sister and I didn't have faith in you. That's even worse than letting this happen to you. It was the reason this happened to you, don't you see Brooke!" Bridget exclaimed, her voice cracking. I could see the tears welling up in her eyes and I hesitated.
"It's not your fault Bridget." I insisted quietly. I reached out to grab her hand, ignoring the sparks of pain that shot through my body, and squeezed. "I will never blame you for what happened." I stated. Bridget nodded, but I could tell she was far from okay. I doubted my words even reached her. What could I do? She was always so one-track minded about everything. If she thought something was her fault, it would stay her fault. I wanted to convince her that wasn't the case, but she had already stood.
"I'll send Boomer in to come see you when he gets back." She said softly. "Try to not move too much. The Professor said you had a lot of broken bones and the Chemical X is working constantly to fix you." Bridget added knowingly as she shut the door behind her. I winced as I felt some of my bones shift a little. I could definitely feel the Chemical X working.
Had I really done it? Had I taken on a Clone, designed to destroy me, and lived—well not alone, but I was still here, wasn't I? Maybe I wasn't so weak after all, maybe Boomer had been right. "Boomer," I whispered breathlessly. I needed to see him. He hadn't left my bedside and I'm sure he was beating himself up just as bad as Bridget was, maybe even more.
"I need to see her!" I perked up in bed at the muffled voice on the other side of the door. A searing pain shot up my spine and made my vision go a little blurry, but I didn't mind. The sound of clumsy shuffling came next and a heated battle with the doorknob, and I couldn't help but giggle, painful as it was. Boomer poked his head in after several moments. He looked almost as bad as I did. His hair was matted against his forehead, and the bags under his eyes were noticeable from across the room. Had he slept? A relieved smile slid across his face.
"Hey," He breathed as he took a step into the room.
"Hey," I replied with a small smile.
"You're awake." He stated after several moments of silence. I nodded hesitantly as he took a step closer to me. "You've been out for a couple of days. I was afraid that you weren't—"
"Going to wake up?" I finished softly. He nodded sheepishly as he knelt down at my bedside and grasped my hand. I winced, but didn't say anything. This was a good kind of pain.
"I'm so—"
"Please, don't say that this is your fault," I stated clearly. "It's not anyone's fault but my own." I bit my lip and let my thoughts overtake me for a moment before quickly adding. "I'm too strong for my own good."
Boomer laughed anxiously and squeezed my hand, but his grip slackened when he saw the pain twist my face. "I see that you're well enough to start cracking jokes." He replied with a half smile. "I'm really glad you're okay though. I didn't know what I would do if you had...you know."
"But I didn't Boomer, please stop worrying about me, I'm just as capable as my sisters. I don't need to be looked after just because everyone thinks I'm—"
"I never said I was worried you couldn't handle yourself, I didn't want to lose you, Brooke." He cut in sheepishly. I anticipated what was coming next and melted into his lips when he placed them to mine. My body screamed as I forced myself to sit up and deepen the kiss. I didn't care. I was happy. So this is what it felt like?
Boomer pulled away, his smile pressed tightly across his face. "I've been waiting to do that for awhile you know?" He noted with a small knowing smirk.
"Oh I know," I teased with a wink. Boomer placed his lips to mine again. At that moment, I knew everything was going to be alright. I was strong. I was important. I was a Powerpuff Girl.