HELLO DARLINGS I AM BAAAACK. You all can thank Maui05 for that. Her and I have been becoming great friends and, well, I guess I want to dedicate this chapter to her. You all should check her out~!

But ah yes writing again is hella fun. You know whats more fun than that? Writing WHILE petting your cat. Who is next to you. And strangely cuddly today. Now THAT'S fun. :D My cat is literally my spirit animal.

Aha if y'all want me to be honest I actually wrote nearly 5000 words for one of my other fics recently. Like. It took me months to finish because being lazy and being busy. But still. I did that. I feel proud.

ANYWHO yes yes happy day finally a flippin' chapter for this crappy piece of crappy fanfiction (I say this affectionately.) Now, I guess I should tell you this, so that it is swimming through your mind as you read on. I, the author of this fic, have to REREAD it because I forgot hella things that happened. I'm on chapter four now (holy hell bad writing ugh) & all I can remember from then on is their dates, their agreement on marriage (srsly wtf flame), & little things off to the side. Anything else? Nope. Poof. Gone. So I'm gonna continue reading, then get to writing. Lets see how far I can get with writing in one night. Lets do this. (9:24 PM)

- (10:26 PM) It's about an hour later. I'm on chapter nine and hell, I'm tired. I might read a few more chapters before falling asleep so that in the morning, I can just hop on this... Maybe. Its only four more chapters left... I can do this! Lets dO IT.

- (10:50 PM) Okay, I'm on the last chapter that has a story (chapter thirteen, not the upd8) and I'm tired as hell (like mentioned a bit ago) so I'm gonna finish this chapter and hop on the writing train tomorrow. :3

- (next day, 10:51 PM) aha. I had a rough day, guys. Sorry. Boyfriend troubles, friend troubles, et cetera. Kind of feel like crap. But, hey, I'm not one to go attention fishing so, poof! Problems gone! Onto the story! :D

- (day after that, 5:48 PM) just so you know, there's heavy swearing near the bottom. Good lucky loo~

Months had gone by with a blink of the eye. The girls found their rooms cluttered with objects they didn't own, and some things that they didn't understand even were. The Jojo boys were practically over every day with some random object, tossing it on to the pile and then striking up a conversation about dinner or prom. That was another thing. Blossom and Bubbles finally agreed to both of them, much to Buttercup's distaste. Buttercup denied the date to the prom, while accepted being his date to dinner. First of all, free food. That's always a plus! And second of all, her sisters would be there. She wasn't leaving them alone then.

Although Buttercup and Butch bonded a lot more over the months, they still didn't like something about the other. Buttercup was too argumentative, Butch was too cocky. The others were surprised to even see them in the same room with one another without arguing. Before the big reveal of the Jojo's initial plans, Buttercup actually thought she would like to spend time with him. Though, the news angered her, and then the fact that her sisters forgave them and created a plan only sparked more anger. She did trust her sisters' decisions, and heck, she trusted the boys to a point. But, it was disturbing and annoying all the same. And the fact that she would have to stay with him for a majority of her life made her even more likely to rebel against him.

Boomer and Bubbles, on the other hand, were the opposite. They had taken all this fleeting time to talk about what they would do when they ran. Bubbles wanted to get a job, go shopping, and change up her style a bit. Boomer wanted to toughen up a bit, maybe coach a little league in baseball or something. That sounded fun. The two were practically a couple - in fact, they officially were. Boomer asked her out about a month ago, and she said yes. Since then, the two have gone on dates every Saturday, and study dates every Tuesday and Thursday. Every so often, the two would slip something about the prom to the others, and then try to cover up their mess up.

And then there was middle ground, like there always is. This middle ground is where the reds stood. Both understood that if the run away was to be effective, that they would have to compromise and make things work. The two sat down every once in a while and talked about themselves, their lives, et cetera in order to feel trust in the other. Of course, both Blossom and Brick knew every possible thing of the other, especially after a month of these meetings. But they still sat down at the kitchen table or at lunch, and talked. Rambled, if anything, about nothing. Brick asked her out about a week ago, to which she smiled and accepted, only to add, "We might as well be," at the end.

Now, onto prom and dinner, shall we? Prom was a no-brainer. Bubbles and Boomer were already going together, as they were co-presidents of the art club. Blossom didn't want to go alone, and accepted Brick's offer, which came before asking her to be his girlfriend. Butch, after being rejected by Buttercup, found himself walking into the hands of her rival, Bridgette. Buttercup, of course, was furious at this news, and nearly started a fight because of it. She talked it out with her sisters, something she hadn't done in a long time, and was convinced that she didn't need a date to the prom. Who ever said you did?

The girls then went to the mall together, getting their over expensive dresses in their respective colors with other color accents. They took extra time to find Buttercup a set of boots and gloves that would fit her outfit for the night, along with a hairpiece that shouldn't burn or sizzle off for Bubbles. They even went and found new contacts for Blossom, so that she could do something different with her hair. They then hung out like they used to, before the boys popped into the picture, and soon came home and made dinner for the family.

Dinner, on the other hand, was a little hard to agree to. The boys begged and pleaded, mainly because they wanted their girls to see their family. Maybe their father would change his mind on everything? They didn't know, but were willing to take the chance. Bubbles didn't want to say yes until Buttercup agreed, and Buttercup looked to their leader before making any decision. Blossom set rules: the girls aren't allowed near the murderous father, this dinner has to be before prom so that they don't have to worry about another dress, and if any harm comes to the girls, then the girls are free to use their given powers to protect themselves, something they tried not to do for the safety for others as well as themselves.

This brought up the question as to what powers the girls had. They knew Blossom had that ice ray, while Bubbles could control electric waves. Buttercup probably had a knife stored in the compartment in her leg, or something. Bubbles opened her mouth to speak, only for Buttercup to cover her mouth.

"Like we're giving you that information." she snipped, eyes narrowed. Bubbles caught on and crossed her arms. Blossom rolled her eyes and continued to set rules, plans, et cetera. Things were negotiated, and soon Blossom nodded.

"Our safety should be guaranteed, then." she smiled. She held out her hand for Brick, how shook it with a grin. He pulled her close and gave her a hug. Bubbles smiled at the two, then looked at Buttercup.

"What about Bitchette?" she questioned, clenching her jaw.

"I can pick her up after the dinner." Butch grinned. The grin was wiped away almost immediately when Buttercup sent a suckerpunch to his gut.

"You fucking man whore."

"Buttercup! Language!" Blossom scolded.

"Bubbles, do you want to have dinner with the boys?" Buttercup ignored the eldest, looking to Bubbles. The young blonde looked to Boomer, giving a small nod. Buttercup let out a small growl and looked towards the boy she had knocked to the ground. "Your lucky day, fuckboy." she leaned over and helped him up. "Dinner it is then." she huffed. Bubbles smiled behind her, becoming engulfed in her boyfriend's arms and letting out a symphony of giggles.

And now, life continues. The dinner and prom were almost here, and the girls were sitting at the kitchen table with their guardians, making a bigger and more stable plan.

"Okay, let me get this straight." Mayor interjected. "You three girls are going to the Jojo's for dinner the night of the prom, and then prom afterwards. Then at midnight, the six of you will sneak back here, get the boy's chips removed, load up your cars, and skedaddle?" he layed out the plan.

"That's what Blossom just said." Bubbles pointed out.

"I know! I just wanted to be sure that everyone else heard it too!" Mayor rumbled, standing up and hopping onto the table. Being the small man he is, he was able to walk across it with ease, reaching the blonde sister in no time. He took off his monocle and held her shoulders. "Are you sure about this, Bubbles?" he questioned, his voice suddenly becoming serious.

"Of course I'm sure! It'll be fun, like an adventure!"

"It'll be scary like one too." Mayor frowned, walking back to his seat. "First of all, finding that those you live with aren't that pleasing is scary all in itself." Sarah and John glared at him from over the table, before looking back to the girls.

"Do you guys even have plans for somewhere to stay?" John asked, concern in his eyes. This is the first he'd heard about the mission and the plan, and he was utterly scared for his children.

"Well, not entirely." Buttercup cut in. "But I'm sure we'll work something out."

"What about rent? None of you kiddies work." Mayor put in.

"Boomer is looking into coaching little kid's baseball. I've already sold several pieces of my art to collectors and made a bit of money off of that, too." Bubbles said, running her fingers through her hair.

"Yeah, Butch and I actually had a civil conversation the other day, and we decided on trying to find jobs at the gym." Buttercup added.

"What about your education? Your age? You won't get far like that." John stood up.

"The boys are already eighteen and are as educated as they need to be. We turned eighteen just a month ago." Blossom countered, rolling her eyes. "We even have scholarships for college, which I plan to go to." she motioned him to sit down, but he refused. The six stared at each other, then looked to Sarah, who was cleared her throat and reached into the front of her shirt. She pulled out a wad of money, opened it up, and slowly counted it out. She then turned to Mayor, snaking her hand into his breast pocket and taking out a few bills from there. She did the same with John. She then counted it up again, and pushed it to the girls, astounding the rest of the group.

"You all will go over to North Canton. That is about a state away from here, North." she continued to speak without interruption, pulling her hair back and allowing her face to be seen. "I will call my sister there, and she will give the six of you a home to live in until you can get on your feet. And of course, if I know my sister well enough, you won't be staying for free. My best bet is that she'll have some of you work around the house, or for the family business. The family business being a restaurant that is down the street from the house she'll most likely let you rent out." she paused for a moment. "There is a nice college down there, simply named North Canton college. I graduated from there, and I know a couple of the teachers. Just tell them that Sarah Bellum is your mother, and they'll bump you up the waiting list and get you right into some classes." she finally motioned to the pile of money in front of her. "This should help you get going for the first week. Three hundred for the initial rent before you start working, one fifty for food, and another one fifty for odds and ends you may need. I'm sure the house is furnished, but I doubt that soap will be provided." she finally stopped, watching as Blossom cautiously took the money, counting it out.

"Ms Bellum, this is seven hundred and forty dollars, not six hundred." she informed. Sarah smiled gently and stood up.

"Well, I guess you three have a hundred forty to wave around and do what you wish with. And please, Blossom, call me Mom." at that point, everyone was shocked. Sarah was young, in her mid thirties. Nobody would expect her to want to be called such a name, even after she had a hand in raising the kids. Bubbles began tearing up at the support her mother gave her, standing up and rushing over, tugging on Sarah's shirt. Sarah chuckled, holding the blonde child close. John and Mayor stood off to the side, muttering to each other while Blossom came close to Sarah, smiling and giving a side hug. The three who were in the hug looked to Buttercup, who was hiding her face behind her hand.

"Buttercup?" Bubbles hiccuped, a wide smile on her face as happy tears trailed down it. The black haired sister clutched her fist and put it down, revealing a few tears escaping her eyes. Bubbles held out her hand, and her sister took the chance and pulled herself into the hug. Sarah clutched onto the three girls, holding them close as if it was for the last time. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Sarah let go of the girls.

"You three better start packing up if you're really leaving right after prom. And Buttercup, don't forget about Thunder." she smiled and waved the girls away, who then started to talk about how a portion of the one forty should go to Thunder. After all, he would need to eat too. When they disappeared up the stairs, Sarah turned to John and Mayor, ready to take whatever they were going to say.

"Are you serious, Bellum?! They're little girls! I'm not letting them go off to save someone else's ass!" John growled. "They should stay here, where they're safe. Where I can repair them when they're broken."

"I agree with John, Sarah. That was going too far. You encouraged too much out of the girls." Mayor crossed his arms. Sarah sighed and put her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed.

"John. Nicolas." The two boys were startled at the mention of Mayor's real name. His back story of his name going from Nicolas to Mayor was a long boring one, so I'll keep it short. He changed his name to Mayor because he wanted to be one. The end, story over. "You two don't seem to understand that your 'little girls' aren't so little anymore. They aren't the fragile nine year olds you adopted years ago. They are three strong, eighteen year old woman with a plan and a mission, and I'm going to encourage them, even if it means someone might get hurt."

"Sarah, you don't understand-"

"Oh, I don't understand? No John, you don't understand. You reinvented these girls and practically made them death machines, and yet you're still afraid to let them be themselves. You are the one who makes Blossom where those damned contacts. You are the one that tells Buttercup that because she isn't normal, she isn't allowed to show her individuality. You, John, are the one who basically told Bubbles that she can't control her powers, so she would have to wear something that did. Well, you know what, John? I'm tired of your shit. I'm done with sticking by your side and allowing you to make these girls less than they really are." she clenched her fist.

"Sarah..." John let his eyes widened.

"Don't you 'Sarah' me, John! I'm sick and tired of your shit, and how you act like its nothing! You too, Nicolas! You follow John around like a fucking puppy!" she allowed her voice to raise slowly. "I want those girls to be who they really are! I want Bubbles to walk out her front door and not worry about shocking someone! I want Buttercup to wear shorts and sneakers and feel great while jogging! I want Blossom to show her fucking eye color because holy fucking shit is it amazing! I want the world to know that those girls, my daughters, are fucking amazing at being who they are!" tears began to slip out of her eyes as she began to yell and shake. Nicolas stared at her, scared out of his mind. He never saw this side of Bellum, and neither did John.

"Sarah, they're our daughters too." John tried to reason with Sarah, motioning to Mayor as he tried to talk.

"No they aren't, John. When has any of those girls ever looked at you and said, 'thanks, dad'? Never. Not once in their life, because you taught them to call you Professor. Maybe on special occasions may they even call you John. And don't think you're out of this, Nicolas. I know damn well that even Blossom doesn't know about your real name." her voice cracked as she took a step back. The three of them stared at each other before Sarah began talking again. "Right. Exactly. And don't you start 'oh, but they never called you mom, have they?' me, John. You know damn well that you would've yelled at them for even thinking it! I love those girls. I wish they could be mine biologically I love them so much. I wouldn't mind if they made me fat or gave me stretch marks. I wouldn't give any damns! Those girls are fucking amazing and I would give anything to keep them forever."

"But no. We can't do that. They are eighteen now. They much go and do as they please. They have to become adults and learn that life isn't as easy as you make it seem, John. They aren't your little girls anymore. They are full grown woman who are sacrificing nearly everything they've come to know to help save someone else's behind. They are willing to drop their aspirations in order to help each other grow. I am fucking proud of every step they have taken and will take. I am proud of them." It was then when Sarah finally gave in to her tears, leaning against the counter and sobbing her eyes out. The two men watched as she slipped down to the floor, coughing and sobbing. Nicolas looked up at John before walking over to the fridge, and pulling out a large jar. He set the jar down next to Sarah, stared at it, and let out a deep breath.

"Sarah. I'm sorry. For everything. So much so, that.. I'm not letting you pay back what you gave to the girls from me, and I'm giving you my prized pickle." He patted the jar, watching the massive pickle inside bounce around. "You can eat it, sell it, put it on display in the museum. Anything. Just please, forgive me." he started to fiddle with the end of his shirt. Sarah looked up at the jar, sniffing as she looked to Nicolas. She reached forward and snagged him, pulling him into her lap and crying onto his bald head. He allowed it to happen, whispering calm words to her and rubbing her back. By the time she finally calmed down, John already left them. She looked up to see his lab door shut. She choked out one last sob, knowing he won't come out of there for hours. She looked at Nicolas and pecked his forehead, murmuring a thank you to him.

"Hey... uh... where'd all that money come from, anyways?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Do you really think the measly amount of pay I get from John is enough to feed this household and your pickle obsession at once? Not even close."

"That didn't answer my question."

"Well, I'll answer your question with a question of my own - how's Sugar?" she smirked, wiping a tear away. Nicolas froze, and chuckled.

"Haha, who?"

"Exactly, Mayor. Exactly."

AAAANNDD I WANNA WRITE MOOORRRREEEE

john is a dick and nic is a pickle and sarah broke down and buttercup cried

sarah is confirmed stripper and nic is confirmed pimp pass it down

Anyways how about I make a deal with y'all? Five reviews before ten tonight (it just turned six now, so you have about four hours) & I'll power through the night and post the dinner chapter tomorrow. Kay cool.

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