A/N – I figured it was better that I, you know, explained some things. I like to cuss like a sailor; this is why this is rated M. Seriously. There will also be one scene that includes sex, although – you – see – nothing. I didn't feel it was necessary. It is implied sex, and the event will later be talked about, but not in graphic detail.

So, because of the rules here, this is rated M. I would rather rate it T, seeing as I think most teens can deal with a lot of strong language and implied sex, but prefers it otherwise. Sorry.

And of course, all characters and specific places belong to Craig McCracken. "Harvard" belongs to Harvard, and if New York is like Kentucky and decided to copyright their name, I suppose "New York" belongs to New York, too. Other than that everything is pretty much mine.

Oh! And this is first draft. Please excuse minor grammatical mistakes. Any questions or comments, feel free to read and review.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Dear Blossom,

I'm sorry that I'm not sending this message simply to contact you (although I miss you dearly). There are urgent matters we need to discuss. I will need to see you and your sisters here at home on March 12 at 5:00 P.M.

I will see you soon. I apologize again for making this urgent, and please excuse the brevity.

Love,

Professor Utonium

Blossom reread the letter again, as she sat on the edge of the tallest building in Townsville. She ran her fingers through her long, long red hair. It was wet and bit a tangled from the rainy post-winter weather. It was rather dark for the afternoon. Water ran down Blossom's face and into her bright pink eyes. Her long maroon raincoat was glittered with rain droplets, and her black flats were soaked through the material. As wet and cold as she was, her mind remained on the letter. What's going on? She thought. Fear and worry had overwhelmed her, although her usual logical senses reined in most unreasonable thoughts.

Blossom wondered what could possibly be so urgent that the Professor, her father and creator, needed to see not only her, but her and both her sisters together. She had not seen the Professor, nor her sister Bubbles and Buttercup since they graduated from high school. The three girls could not stay together in Townsville forever. And no, they could not possibly continue fighting crime at home forever. They were young adults now, and needed to start their own lives.

After graduating valedictorian, Blossom went off to school at Harvard. Her natural intelligence, and years upon years of study had gotten her precisely what she wanted. She was now in her third year of pre-law, and was already by far going to receive summa cum laude. When she wasn't busy with school, she worked at the library as the assistant librarian, and made enough money to support a small studio apartment near campus. She spent her free time reading, going to local clubs with friends, and volunteering at the local YMCA.

Blossom placed the letter back into its envelope, and shoved the letter into her pocket. She needed to find her sisters. Without a second thought, she stood on the edge of the building and jumped. In a split second, she zoomed straight into the air, creating the old pink trail of light. She grinned, remembering how wonderful it was to fly. She was prohibited from flying at school, because "Massachusetts has no need for a flying pink bug zipping around the sky scaring the living daylight out of people." Blossom rolled her eyes.

Bubbles lived in a small dormitory near Townsville Community College, and was a big animal rights activist. She worked at the animal shelter a few blocks down, and would be found in that general area. Blossom smiled to herself, thinking it was just like Bubbles to be a protestor. If she couldn't save all the animals herself, she was going to make sure she helped as much as she could.

Buttercup still had to fly in from New York, where she continued to fight crime as a city police officer. She would probably meet Blossom and Bubbles soon. Blossom laughed, thinking Buttercup probably had the same problem in the city as she did. If she simply couldn't fly in Massachusetts, surely Buttercup couldn't even reveal her super powers. That must kill her, Blossom thought.

A small lump found its way to Blossom's throat. Thinking about her sisters made her miss them… a lot. They were inseparable for years, and now they haven't seen each other in a long time. For whatever reason, nobody seemed to ever be able to meet for holidays or birthdays. They spoke to each other a lot over the phone, but it just wasn't the same. Blossom suddenly thought about the Professor, and it stung it more than anything. She hasn't even seen her father figure in years. It was barely believable that she'd be seeing both her sisters and the Professor… together.

Blossom continued whipping through the air. Several citizens below pointed up at her and waved. "Hi, Blossom!" said a small voice, far below. Blossom grinned and waved back. She soon found herself hovering over the Community College campus. She looked around the area, and about a block away, she saw a small gathering of people. One person, a girl, stood on a small platform, holding up a large sign. The person had golden blonde hair, held up in two pigtails. Blossom chuckled.

"That's her…"

Blossom floated down to the ground, away from where the crowd could see her. She watched them, as the small crowd shouted and waved their picket signs. The girl on the platform was shouting at an amplified voice, without the aide of a blow horn.

"The Townsville Pound has been selling cats and dogs to labs, where the supposed scientists are torturing the poor creatures! They stick painful equipment in the animal's heads… They poison them with their perfumes and make-up… Join us! Send in a donation to help us change these injustices! Help out! Save the animals!"

Blossom stared at the girl on the platform. Yep, she decided. Definitely Bubbles. Bubbles had beautiful sky blue eyes, matched by her equally sky blue poncho. Her hair was drenched, parts falling into Bubbles eyes, but she didn't seem to care. Her determination glowed through her drippy appearance.

"Where's the petition!?" Blossom shouted. Bubbles turned and looked at her. Her eyes lit up.

"Oh my God! Blossom?!"

Bubbles tossed her sign aside and leapt off the platform. She zoomed straight forward and embraced her sister.

"I… I can't…" Bubbles spoke breathlessly. She glanced at the crowd of protestors. "I'm… a cause… the animals…"

"Seems like you've been busy," Blossom said. Bubbles nodded, looking back at the crowd again. She grinned.

"It makes me happy, knowing that I can do something," Bubbles said. Suddenly, her grin faltered. She turned back at Blossom.

"Did you get…" Her voice trailed off. At the same time, Blossom and Bubbles pulled out an envelope, both addressed from the Professor. Bubbles smiled weakly.

"You think Buttercup got one?" she asked.

"I imagine," Blossom replied.

The two stood there a moment. It was still a big surprise for both of them to see each other. The circumstances, however, was still questionable, and worried them. Bubbles shoved the letter back in her pocket.

"Do you wanna come to my place while we wait for Buttercup? I've been here for hours," Bubbles said. Blossom agreed, and Bubbles called back to a friend to take over the protest.

"Where do you live?" Blossom asked. Bubbles pointing to a small building about two blocks away. It had three stories, and the doors were all visible and accessible from outside. Bubbles then looked at Blossom, a small smile cracking over her face.

"Race?" she asked, a tiny glint shining in her eye. "Room 206. I know you can't fly at school. You still got it?"

Blossom eyed her, and grinned.

"You're on."

They looked at each other a second… WHIZZ! In less than five seconds, Bubbles and Blossom met at the front door of 206. They leaned against the door, trying to catch their breath.

"I think… I won…" Bubbles panted. Blossom shook her head.

"No…I think… I did…" Bubbles shook her head and opened her mouth—

"No, I'm pretty sure I did."

Out of nowhere, a young woman dropped right before Bubbles and Blossom. She had layered black hair, and electric green eyes. She wore a white tank top over a black one, and had a tight pair of jeans tucked into big, black combat boots. She was kept warm by a black leather trench coat, open to reveal the ensemble beneath. It was Buttercup.

"When did you get here?" Bubbles breathed.

"A little bit before you two decided to have a slowest race ever. I mean, seriously," Buttercup remarked. She stared at her sisters, expectantly. "Are we just going to stand here in the rain, or what?"

Bubbles caught her breath and threw herself at Buttercup. Buttercup awkwardly hugged her back, and smirked.

"You're going to have to not do that," she said. Bubbles shrugged.

"You're going to have to get used to it," she said. She pulled out her keys as Blossom stepped forward.

"You haven't changed a bit," she said, surveying Buttercup up and down.

"Your mane hasn't seemed to change, either," Buttercup laughed. Blossom rolled her eyes, and they embraced. Bubbles opened the door, and the three stepped inside.