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Author's Note: How crazy is it that I rolled out this entire fic in like 5 weeks, but it takes me 5 months to do the epilogue? I guess that's life for you.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! I tried to tie up any loose ends and give a little closure to our favorite couples. From the second snippet onward, a newspaper heading in italics starts each section off.

I hope you like it and do leave me a review!

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"I should warn you, Brick," the redhead in his arm teased, "I never put out on the first date."

The other redhead looked down at her, smirking, "Believe it or not, Blossy, that's not the reason I'm bringing up you up to the penthouse," his tone took a more serious turn as he motioned for her to enter the elevator.

Blossom sensed this and her eyebrows furrowed in question, "What's wrong?" she asked, stepping in.

"Nothing," Brick responded swiftly. "At least, once you do me a favor, that is." He looked at her expectantly as he punched a button on the elevator's panel.

"Sure, what do you need?" she whispered, her hands gently resting on his forearm. Brick was about to answer when the elevator came to a halt and dinged, signaling the couple that they had reached their destination.

"I'll show you," he murmured as he ushered her into his loft.

"About time you got here, bro," Brick's brunet brother raised an eyebrow as the couple stepped into the foyer.

Blossom looked around the den to see not only Butch and Boomer, but her two sisters as well. Buttercup leaned casually against the wall, a bored expression on her face and Bubbles had her arms interlocked with Boomer's effervescently. Her eyes flickered to that odious painting of HIM and Mojo before looking at her boyfriend quizzically.

"Sorry, traffic," Brick supplied a weak excuse, the smirk on his face revealing otherwise.

"Riight," Buttercup rolled her eyes. "So what exactly did you need?" she asked.

Brick answered instead, "We need to do a little redecorating," he started. Turning towards the gargantuan painting, he frowned deeply. "Starting with that. I've tried to burn it before, but I've since learned those clowns had the paint laced with Chemical X."

"So, what are all of us here for?" Boomer asked curiously.

"It'll take all six of us to get rid of it, won't it?" Blossom surmised from Brick's earlier words. She looked to her boyfriend to see if she was right. He nodded grimly.

"Well, why didn't you just say so?" Bubbles chirped. She grinned at Boomer, who returned her beam. With a nod, Brick signaled everyone into a battle stance and on three, each superhuman directed a powerful beam of their respective color to the wall.

After the smoke cleared, the wall remained unharmed, but the paint on the large canvas had disappeared completely, leaving it blank. Boomer and Bubbles' eyes glistened at the possibilities the empty canvas held.

Brick grinned, "Finally," he let out a breath of relief. Turning towards the blonds, he said, "I trust you two will make good use of that."

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Johnson, Morrison, Morbucks Jailed For Crimes Against City

"They're getting away pretty easy with life sentences," Brick grumbled as he threw the newspaper down on his desk. He looked up to see his girlfriend, dressed in a formfitting satin blouse and high-rise baby pink skirt, giving him a sympathetic smile before walking over to his side and placing an hand on his shoulder soothingly.

"That's the most they'll get without any evidence of the murders," the lawyer-in-training explained to her frowning boyfriend.

"It's a pity money can't buy justice," the businessman rued, actually half-serious.

"Brick!" Blossom exclaimed, aghast at his slant against the justice system she worked in.

"Kidding," he responded, putting his hands in the air for effect. "Kind of," he muttered under his breath, but just loud enough for Blossom to hear.

She simpered, "Well, anyways. How are things here without me?" the redhead asked.

"My new assistants suck. Come back and work for me, babe," Brick demanded with a pout, causing Blossom to giggle.

"As much as I'd love to," the petite redhead simpered, "I've got to get to court," she told him as she smoothed out her skirt and grabbed her bag and files off his desk.

"Dinner at eight?" Brick called out to her as she stepped out of his office.

"Absolutely!"

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Buttercup Utonium Appointed Townsville Police Commissioner

Buttercup grinned as she stepped into her new office and not even the puce colored walls could ruin her mood. All of her hard work had finally paid off the moment she had heard the police department had selected her to run it. She had worked so hard for the promotion and it felt amazing to finally have gotten it.

Looking at her desk littered with congratulation gifts and bureaucratic documents, one thing in particular stood out. Her eyebrows furrowed as she approached the bouquet of white lilies with sturdy green stems. She pulled out the card attached to them to see who it was from.

Butterbabe,

Congrats on your promotion. You deserve it. You're definitely the most kickin' cop in this town.

Meet me tonight at 9?

~Your favorite detainee

Buttercup couldn't help but smile as she held the small note to her chest. She knew who it was from and as soon as she sorted through that giant pile of mail, she knew she was going to pick out her hottest dress tonight.

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Boomer Johnson Ties the Knot at Undisclosed Location

"Do you, Boomer Jonah Johnson, take this woman as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," Boomer grinned at his beautiful blue-eyed bride.

"And do you, Bubbles Brianna Utonium take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," Bubbles beamed, her bright eyes sparkling in excitement.

"By the power vested in, I now pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Boomer smiled at his new wife and took a step towards her as he wrapped an arm around her delicate waist and pulled in her into a passionate kiss. The small crowd gathered on the beach around them all stood up and clapped, beaming at the happy couple's union.

Their toes tucked into the cool sand, the waves harmonically crashing in the distance, the moment was absolutely, undeniably perfect.

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New Townsville District Attorney Cleaning Up Streets

"You've slammed how many criminals in the past month?" Brick raised an eyebrow at his beaming fiancee.

"Four hundred and fifty," Blossom grinned in response as she settled into his lap and wrapped her arms around the redhead's strong neck.

"You'll never take a break from fighting crime, will you?" he smirked as she lowered her lips onto his.

"Nope," she murmured in between kisses. Pulling back, she nestled her head into the crook of his shoulder and beamed. "Can you believe we're getting married next week?" she looked up at him, letting her gaze flutter to the sparkling diamond on her finger.

"Just one more week of freedom," Brick groaned, his glistening red eyes betraying his words. He looked at his future wife to see that her gaze was now fixed on the wall of his penthouse den.

The wall had once held one of the most awful paintings Brick had ever been forced to see, but Boomer and Bubbles had transformed the blank canvas into a breathtaking family mural. At first, they had painted the three brothers with uncanny likeness, but as the years progressed, the painting had changed as well. When Boomer proposed to Bubbles, he added her in and as the redheads' wedding day drew closer, Bubbles was putting the finishing touches on her sister beside Brick.

Blossom looked back at Brick, but seeing that the sun was starting to set, she slowly untangled herself from him.

"Where are you going?" he groaned as she moved away, well aware that she was leaving for Powerpuff duty.

"Crime never rests, Brick. And neither do I," she said with a little smile before zooming off in a streak of pink.

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Butch Johnson Steps Out With Baby Mama

"I can't believe you read these awful tabloids," Buttercup muttered as she tossed the yellow rag on her boyfriend's face. "The Tribune would never publish garbage like this."

"This is nice picture of you," Butch commented as he craned his neck to examine the paper, deciding to ignore his pregnant girlfriend's rant.

"Butch," she growled dangerously, her green eyes glowing.

He snapped back to reality and quickly tossed the newspaper aside to look at her expectantly. "Yes, babe?" he murmured, his gaze softening at his resplendent (but violent) Buttercup.

"I've got to go on duty," she mumbled, averting her eyes from his tender gaze. Putting a hand on her back for support, she slowly stood up and started waddling out of her office.

Butch supersped in front of her, crossing his arms, "You're on maternity leave. You don't have to work for the precinct right now."

"Powerpuff duty, genius," she narrowed her eyes, becoming increasingly impatient with her boyfriend.

"And hurt my future kid? I don't think so, Butterbabe," Butch chuckled as he took a step closer to her.

"Butch, it's my job," she seethed. "I save people. And you aren't getting in my way," the brunette growled.

"Yes, I am," Butch whispered as he put his arms around her expanding waist. "I'm not letting you get hurt right now. I'll do it for you," he offered gingerly.

"You? Fight crime?" she scoffed, stifling a laugh.

"I'd do it for you," he murmured as he stroked her belly. "And for my kid."

"Butch..." Buttercup's eyes widened, then softened when she sensed his sincerity. "I love you."

"I love you too," Butch grinned before zipping off, leaving a trail of green.

A few moments after he was gone, Buttercup yelled, "Will you get me some pickled marshmallows when you're done?"

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J&M Art Department Raises Millions For Charity

"I love that we paint for a living," Boomer said, engrossed in the Johnson's family mural.

"Me too. I love that we can help people too," Bubbles murmured in agreement. Ever since she met Boomer, all of her dreams had come true. She fell in love, got to pursue art full-time and could reach out and help even more people. Now, there was only one thing missing.

"That's great too," Boomer replied offhandedly. He looked up at his wife and grinned.

"This looks amazing, Boomer," Bubbles said, her eyes filled with awe as she floated back to view their collective painting. Boomer stood on the ground, adding a few finishing touches to Butch and Buttercup's infant daughter while Bubbles admired completed Blossom.

Brick stood in the middle of the painting, his characteristic smirk and casual stance clearly evident. Beside him stood a grinning Butch and an earnest Boomer. Behind Brick was a radiant, confident Blossom; beside Boomer stood an ebullient Bubbles and beside Butch was a tough, but beautiful Buttercup with a little bundle of joy in her arms.

"I like this one so much better than the old one," Boomer grinned.

"Me too," the blonde wife giggled as her gaze flitted to her little niece. She loved that little girl and being an aunt, but the one thing Bubbles wanted now was to become a mother. "Boomer..." she murmured, forgetting his superhearing would pick up on her longing whispers.

"Bubbles, are you alright?" her husband came behind her to place a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"I want a baby," she confessed and looked up at him, her blue eyes big.

Boomer grinned, "Me too... Why don't we see if we can do something about that?" he suggested, a devilish look dancing in his eyes.

Bubbles blushed, immediately understanding the implication behind his words, "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Mr. Johnson."

"Great. Then let's get started."

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Mayor Unveils Powerpuff Appreciation Statue In City Park

"Can you believe we're finally getting the recognition we deserve?" Buttercup shook her head in disbelief as she walked alongside her sisters into the Townsville Park. She clutched her young daughter's hand in her own as she looked behind her to see her husband and his brothers trailing them.

"I'm just happy the town likes us now. And forever," Bubbles beamed as she looked down at her infant son, his golden locks glistening in the sun.

Blossom, her hand resting gently on her swollen belly, smiled at her sisters, "It does feel great, doesn't it?"

While the Powerpuff Girls were almost universally appreciated by the town, it was an unspoken rule that no matter how much of a hassle their double lives were, getting rid of them was never an option. Now that each had a family of their own (granted their husbands could probably take care of themselves), they had children to protect and could never place their defenseless young in the grasp of their desperate enemies.

But days like this, surrounded by the men they loved and the children they bore, along with the people of the town who genuinely appreciated their surreptitious sacrifice, made all of the trouble worth it.

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And that my dear readers, is the end! Thank you so much for all the support through this! (: