A/N Hey guys! Sorry for the late update but here it is! Finals are over and I have some summer classes but I plan on adding some more tomorrow! (Depending on how busy we are at work!) Thanks for reading! Please review

OH! MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING. I wont' say what but please read with caution if you are sensitive to this type of material.

Bubbles~

I splashed my face with cold water as I gulped down my fear. I had texted Blossom and asked her to meet me for lunch. I wasn't going to keep Boomer a secret this time. For whatever reason both Brick and Blossom did not want us to see each other. I was suspicious of their relationship for a long time. Ever since Buttercup told me Blossom was a "fucking hypocrite." Butch and Buttercup used to be such good friends but then Brick and Bloss got in the middle of it. "We have different views! Practically from different worlds!" Blossom would always say. But this time I'm an adult and I make my own decisions. I squared my shoulders and stared at my reflection. My baby face was still present but my sky eyes were what changed over the years. They were less innocent but still bright none the less. I sighed and whipped my face dry before exiting the bathroom to get back to work. I had several easy clients this morning. Mostly men looking for a cute girl to give them the time of day, which meant as long as I was cute I would get good tips.

I finished my last customer and shoved the tip into my front apron pocket. I sighed out and leaned against the counter of the receptionist.

"Don't you have to meet your sister for lunch Bub?" Rachel asked, her hands flying across the keyboard. I gasped and checked my phone, it was 11:55 and we agreed to meet at noon. I quickly threw my apron onto my chair and flew out of the door.

Blossom~

The ground shook, causing my drink to topple over. I perked my ears to listen for a moment before checking my phone to see if there was an earthquake I had missed. Nothing. I sat outside of our favorite café while the waitress came back with another drink.

"Sorry about that miss. There must have been a really heavy truck going by." She nervously laughed while setting down my drink, "Anything I can get you?"

"I'm still waiting on my sister. She is always fashionably late." I smiled while staring down at the menu. I wanted to try something new but I couldn't shake the sinking feeling I had in my stomach. I didn't know if it was from this mystery earthquake or the fact that I couldn't get Brick off of my mind. I felt his eyes from that hallway upstairs on me all day today. I could only think about his hands on my hips, his lips on my neck, and his hardness on my ass. I blushed at the thought and glanced at my cellphone once more. Buttercup had ignored all three of my calls to come to lunch, she finally texted back that she had to go to her other job. She had no time to come to lunch today.

"Hey Bloss. Sorry I'm late!" Bubbles called as she landed. We ordered quickly and had small talk. I knew catching up wasn't why Bubbles asked me to lunch today. She kept fidgeting with the hem of her skirt and avoiding eye contact.

"What's really on your mind Bubbles?" I asked, sipping my water.

"Well….." She started before inhaling sharply, "It's about Boomer."

"What about him?" I asked coldly, "You two barely talk right?"

She gulped and scrunched up her hands.

"We actually are seeing each other." She finally mumbled out before downing her soda.

"YOU WHAT?"I asked. She squared her shoulders and looked me in the eye.

"We are dat.." But before she could finish we both heard screaming coming from the distance while the ground shook violently. That defiantly wasn't some semi-truck.

Buttercup~

I woke up to my alarm on my phone blaring before the sun even had a chance to wake up. Sadly the smell of pine wasn't in my nose this morning. That smell put a yearning deep in my chest causing my heart to ache but for what I didn't know. I had taken too many pills from Xavier Sunday night and had to skip out on my usual Monday morning job. Thankfully the Hockaday's were kind enough to understand that I had a lot going on. They always told me to take a break, to stop coming if I needed to because three jobs was too much. But I had been helping them since middle school so I couldn't stop now, especially since they were getting up there in age. Their three sons were all off at college now making it more concrete that they needed me.

When I arrived the roasters started to crow while Mrs. Hockaday greeted me with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Miss. Buttercup. Are you feeling better this morning?" She asked offering me a glass of water before I began helping Mr. Hockaday in the fields.

"Yes I am. Thank you for asking." I said passing the now empty glass back to her. She gave me a pat as I walked through their house toward the back door. Once I stepped out onto that porch I instantly wanted to fly away.

"What is he doing here?" I growled to myself but his ears perked.

"Ah Buttercup. I'm glad you made it." Mr. Hockaday said wiping sweat from his brow, "I want you to meet Butch."

"A pleasure." Butch smirked, extending his hand towards me. I glared him down.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snarled but he just laughed.

"Good morning to you too, Buttercup."

"Now Buttercup you know that is no way to speak to my new neighbor who was kind enough to help us now." Mr. Hockaday said sharply. I nodded and apologized to Mr. Hockaday but growled under my breath to Butch.

"Now you two will work in the back fields by that huge boulder. Don't worry about moving it. I know you two cant." He said and for whatever reason Butch blushed too. I came here after the first day of middle school and beat the shit out of that rock but no matter what I did it wouldn't budge. That's actually how I got to helping Mr. Hockaday, he asked me if I wanted to do something a little more productive.

I sighed and flew to the center field with Butch, once Mr. Hockaday was out of ear shot I turned to grill him.

"What the hell are you doing here? Are you stalking me now?" I growled, "What the fuck did he mean new neighbor?"

"Well I decided to help them because they've helped me. No because I don't need to stalk to get pussy and finally I live a mile down the road from them. I bought my own house and spruced it up."

I stared at him dumbfounded. Butch fixed something instead of burning it to the ground? He was helping someone who helped them instead of using them dry? I got in his face and stared into his deep forest green eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked, but he stared me down.

"A glimpse of a man that I once showed you." He growled and shoved me aside to work.

We worked in silence for hours, seeding our way to the farthest field. I leaned on my haunches and wiped the sweat from my forehead. It felt good to sweat, like when I was at the gym or sparing with Butch. I looked at him for a moment. His green eyes focused and for once not filled with an underlined rage as he glistened in the hot sun. His large hands working methodically as the toned muscles in his arm became taunt. I just watched him, Butch was right he had let me see the raw side of him before. There was more to him than just his undying rage, like me.

"So when are you going to tell me what sent you to jail?" He asked, still focused on the dirt. I froze, Bubbles knew I had gotten into trouble but she didn't know I went to jail.

"Who told you?" I hissed out, not too many people were in my block.

"Medusa and a few other badies." He said nonchalantly. I gritted my teeth and debated on if I should tell him or not.

"I killed someone." I finally admitted, going back to my own work. The memories were still fresh and a shiver flew up my spine.

"Bullshit. A puff doesn't kill." This time he was the one on his haunches evaluating me.

"I'm not lying Butch." I said, holding his gaze for a moment too long.

"Then how'd ya do it?" He finally asked, falling onto his ass for the story. I hadn't told anyone before not even Bubbles when I cried to her not to tell Blossom anything. That I was just mixed up in some stuff. My chest felt heavy at the thought of those hazel eyes staring at me with horror, even long after the act was over. I glanced up at Butch and he reminded me of how he was at the beach all those years ago. Waiting to listen, to help me get things off my chest, and if needed a punching bag to make sure I got everything out.

"I was drunk as shit one night. I mean totally gone. My girlfriend at the time told me she was going to stay home, that she couldn't afford to call out of work again. I was just in that partying stage and didn't want to do anything else."

!

I walked through the doors of the club and stumbled down the street. I glanced down at what I thought was my phone and called Natasha what must have been the hundredth time to see if she had gotten off of work yet. Again it went to voice mail.

"Fucking hell!" I screamed as I threw the phone onto the ground. It shattered into a million pieces. I stomped through the broken glass and plastic as I leaned against the walls for support. My breath reminded me that I lost my jacket three bars ago. I inched my way towards my apartment giggled the whole time about how I couldn't think about anything but her. I stopped and perked my ears, I heard whimpering coming from the next alley. I quickly staggered to the opening only to wish I hadn't. There was Natasha whimpering under a man. Her skirt was hiked up and her tights were ripped, new bruises forming on her thighs and arms. Though the alley was dark my superhuman eyes didn't spare me any detail. I instantly sobered and saw red. I ripped the man off of Natasha and slammed him into the brick. I was panting, fighting off the bile rising in my throat from the too quick movement and the stench. I was gripping his throat so tight that his eyes were bulging out. I slammed him into the ground over and over again, the sound of his skull cracking made me smile but didn't satisfy me enough. I finally straddled him and beat his face into the ground. I lost track of time as I brought my fist down time and time again until his face, brain and skull melded with the tar, his blood was hanging in the air like mist. When I stood I wasn't sure what I was looking at but it wasn't a man anymore. I turned around to face Natasha but the way she looked at me was worse than the way she looked at the man. Horror painted her face as she clutched the phone to her cheek, sobbing on the person on the other line. I could her the operator asking her questions.

"Yes, I'm alright but the man…" She sobbed, and dropped her phone to the ground. She cupped her face into her hands and silently sobbed on the ground. I made my way to her and reached out to comfort her.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She screamed, her eyes so different than how they were this morning. This morning those eyes were soft and reassuring, telling me I would find a good job today, soothing my worries. This morning those eyes were half closed as we kissed, fully closed as I kissed her good bye. But now, now those eyes were terrified, as if she saw the devil herself. I made it to the mouth of the alley, I stared down at my reflection in a small puddle. Empty green eyes in a face of red stared back at me.

!

"She wouldn't talk to me for weeks Butch. I would stop by her apartment with flowers but she didn't answer. Finally she cracked the door and stared at me with scared eyes. 'Go away Buttercup, we…we can't be together anymore. I'm too…fragile for you.' The same thing Mitch told me, except I didn't kill anyone to make Mitch say that." I finished.

Butch looked at me a long time before pulling me into him. I bit back the sob but finally just let the tears out. I was always too much for someone. Too strong willed, too brash, too tough but Butch could handle me, he could always handle me. I took a breath in between gasps and the tears only to smell pine.

"You…." I whispered, he pulled me back to look me in the face, "YOU'VE BEEN BREAKING INTO MY APARTMENT."

"No Butterbabe I've been trying to make sure you were safe. You were so…." He started but I didn't let him finish. I punched him square in the jaw.

Blossom~

Bubbles and I went to the screaming as I called Buttercup on her phone. After the fifth call she turned her phone off.

"Damn it." I hissed to myself as we landed in the street. I surveyed the street. Not good, the restaurant started to implode under the structural stress it went under and the water pipes were spewing into the street. Bubbles gulped, she already knew who was responsible. The Ruffs were behind this. To confirm I was right I saw streaks of red and deep green in the abandoned part of town. Followed by the sound of buildings collapsing. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"This is why I didn't want you hanging out with them. When all of us get involved with each other this happens!" I yelled to her, pointing to the streaks.

"Boomer's isn't…" She began only to have a dark blue streak fly past us and land face first into the asphalt.

"Boomie!" Bubbles shouted as she flew back towards him. He groaned as he lifted himself up, angry now.

"Hey babe. Let's catch up later." He said cracking his neck before launching himself in the air after his brothers no doubt. Finally I saw Buttercup's streak come across town towards us.

"Holy shit it's all over the news. The Ruffs are totally fighting each other." She said floating beside Bubbles, her lip already busted to hell.

"That's why I've been calling you!" I screamed.

"You only ever call to nag. I'm going to get a piece of this action." She growled to me and flew after the boys. This was going to get really ugly really fast.