DISCLAIMER: Don't own PPG, nor the other copyrighted characters and I don't own the original characters either. They belong to their respective owners. This is a fan-based continuation of the original plotline by Bleedman off of DeviantArt and Snafu. (www. ppg . snafu-comics .com)

Pairings: Blossom/Dexter, Blossom/Brick, Bubbles/Mac, Bubbles/Boomer, Buttercup/Jack, Buttercup/Butch. Oy Vey.

Warnings: Violence, Character death, swearing, whatnot.

Summary: Five years after Mandark's defeat, and the Girls have entered Megaville High School. But they're being tracked. Will their romances be dashed by these rowdy, rough boys?

Five years. That's how long they'd been together. The boy genius felt his face heat at the mere thought of the subject of his adoration, and he smoothed his hair back. Dexter was currently sitting on the steps of Megaville's public high school, plated in metal with state of the art architecture. He removed his glasses, and began to clean them, a nervous habit of his. Hadn't she told him to wait for her after school?

He felt a rush of wind at his ear, and nearly toppled over in fright. The strawberry-blond hair that was tossed over her slender shoulder caught the boy's eye, and her smile made his heart flutter, as she began giggling uncontrollably. Blossom laughed beautifully.

The girl held her pink clad side, and adjusted the barrette at the back of her head that had come loose from her doubling-over. She fixed her tank-top and denim skirt, before offering a hand to her boyfriend. "Come on, Dex. We've got an anniversary to celebrate!" She exclaimed happily, bouncing with excitement.

"But, Blossom, what about your sisters?" He asked hastily, knowing how Buttercup hated leaving her sister and himself alone for too long.

But the blond just winked suggestively, and said simply, "Buttercup's got detention, and Bubbles has a math tutor." before dragging him down the stairs, toward the city. "Come on. You are such a slowpoke, we'll miss our reservations."

And detention Buttercup had. She held her head in exasperation, her heart pounding wildly. Why? Why did Sensei Jack have to transfer? Why did she have to have him for History? Why did she have to throw that stupid pen at that stupid kid just as Sensei was getting through the door? Why?

She groaned audibly, arousing a worried look from the presiding teacher. Jack looked at his student, and smiled empathetically. "If you weren't such a trouble-maker, you'd be home by now. Just ten more minutes, Buttercup." He said, returning to his paperwork.

Buttercup just held her head, while she thought of everything she wanted to say. 'Only ten more minutes? No! I want to... I want to stay...' Though her mind said otherwise, Buttercup was glad that Jack took her groans and sighs the wrong way. If he knew... Oh boy, first class ticket to Awkward, only one slip-up!

She shoved her hands in her jeans' pockets, chains on the side jangling in protest. Her loose t-shirt, depicting the name of some indie band, matched her raven hair, currently back in a ponytail.

"Oh, come on. It's absolutely easy!" Mac said, rather loudly, from the middle of the living room. "See, you just take the variable here, and the numbers over here, and reverse their signs and then switch the sides of the equals sign. Like... if they want to be on the other side, with their other friends, they have to change their clothes... okay?"

Bubbles screwed up her face and sighed. "But why do they need to change for the other guys? Aren't the friends on the right side good enough? I think we should teach him some manners so he fits in better." She smiled and drew a rainbow over the numbers, hearts being scribbled everywhere.

Mac let out a loud, long-winded groan, and slapped his palm to the centre of his face. "Alright. Time to kick into overdrive. Bubbles, it's like this..." He knelt on the ground beside her, leaning close to point at the numbers. "Variables are... boys, okay? And constants are girls. So the boys are mixing with the girls, but the girls wanna talk to the other girls about what a great time they had with the boys, and--"

"Doing what?!" The blond asked excitedly, leaning forward – long, lightly curled pigtails following suit – and resting her hands on her knees.

Mac sighed. "Hanging around at the mall. So, before the girls have to change their clothes into something more comfortable, before they can hang out with the other girls. Their sign is their clothes. So, if when they're with the boys they're wearing a minus, what do they wear with the girls?"

"Ooooooh!" Bubbles said, bouncing. "Um... oh, it was right on the tip of my tongue... PLUS! Yes. They wear pluses." She smiled broadly, waiting for Mac's affirmation.

The brunette boy was currently distracted by a rather prominent part of Bubbles' chest, made more prominent by the bouncing. A slow blush crept to his face. A small voice brought him back to himself.

"Mac, you idiot, you're staring."

Mac shook his head and smiled back at the girl before him. "Yeah! Good job. You're starting to get it!" He said approvingly, looking behind him to see a flash of blue creep back behind the couch.

"Thanks for doing this, Mac. I didn't mean to trouble you like this." When Mac looked at her again, she was looking down at her feet, her pigtails hanging in her face.

"I don't mind! I'm good at this stuff. It's good to use what I know to help you." He blushed, looking up at the ceiling.

They looked back to each other at the exact same time, closer than they realized...

Conveniently, and also at the same time, the Professor walked in. "Bubbles." He said, in a voice that could mean only one thing.

She whipped her head around to face him. "Yes, Dad?" She asked, already knowing what was in store.

Buttercup's pocket began vibrating against her leg as she shrugged her backpack on and closed her lock. She pulled the small silver square out of her pocket and flipped her cellphone open to see one word written in the text message.

Blossom smiled happily at the redhead walking beside her. They had been through so much in the past five years.

Their fifth anniversary. A momentous occasion that should have had a celebration as long as the day itself.

It was not to be. The two of them had just finished a cup of coffee (tea in Dexter's case), and were walking in the park behind the fancy new coffee shop that had just opened up, hand in hand. Dexter leaned over slowly, and Blossom automatically fluttered her eyes closed, expecting a warm kiss from soft lips...

But feeling instead an intrusive vibrating from her purse, now dangling haphazardly on her wrist. She sighed, and pushed Dexter off gently, throwing him her best "We'll-finish-this-later" look and flipped open her phone. It was only a text message, which allayed her worries for only a moment, until she saw the number from which it came. The Professor never used that number unless...

The text said one word. Trouble.

Attached was a GPS map with four dots. She recognized the first three immediately. Green for Buttercup, Blue for Bubbles, and pink for herself. The red dot took her a while. It was under her pink dot. That meant the trouble the Professor was talking about was...

She whirled, strawberry blond tresses echoing the movement, and she looked up and down the park. She saw nothing. She was worried that it was a false alarm, until she got a prickly sensation at the back of her consciousness. She looked up.

Above her and Dexter were three black specks in the sky. If that was the trouble the Professor spoke of...

She saw the streaks in the sky before the actual shape of her sisters, but that was usual. She had a good thirty seconds before they would reach the three specks of trouble. She turned to her boyfriend, and shot him an apologetic glance. "It's been a while since I've had to do this," she said, taking the bespectacled boy's face in her hands. "but I've gotta fly." She said seriously, placing a chaste, but passionate kiss on Dexter's worried lips. "I love you." She said looking from her rosy eyes into his blue ones, before kicking off into the air, leaving behind her a trail of pink.

"Love you, too..." He said, after she too was just a speck, and scowled, marching his way home, where he would work on his beloved experiments. Beloved, only next to Blossom. He would create something to obliterate the menace that had taken away from his day with Blossom, that much was certain.

The girls met in the sky, staring down the threat that had been detected. All three exchanged a silent nod, flew to each side of their target, and prepared to attack.

Crimson eyes met rose.

Navy eyes met cerulean.

Jade eyes met emerald.

Several emotions ran through each girl's head, and each felt one most prominently.

Blossom felt fierce disbelief.

Bubbles felt fierce attraction.

Buttercup felt fierce hatred.

In the center of the girl's offensive triangle formation sat male mirror images of themselves. On their black blazers were stripes that matched their eye colours, fingerless gloves revealing calloused fingertips, their eyes boring unabashedly into each of the girls'. Broad chests and shoulders were accentuated by the blazers, biceps included. In the upper left corner of their blazer, were two R's and a B.

Memories tickled at the back of the girls' heads. One name flashed to each of their heads.

"The Rowdyruff Boys." They said simultaneously, staring at the boys, then each other in disbelief.

The boys in the middle chuckled. The long haired redhead approached Blossom slowly, hovering before her, and placing a surprisingly gentle hand under her chin. The blond put his hands on either side of Bubbles' face, staring intently into her eyes. The last, raven haired boy circled around Buttercup, placing his chin comfortably on her shoulder, his hands winding themselves contentedly around her waist. The girls squeaked, each for different reasons and at a different volume.

"Wh-what do you think you--" Blossom's indignant face screwed up at the finger pressed to her lips, mid-sentence.

The three boys looked to each other, gave a simultaneous nod of approval. The redhead was the first to speak.

"This will be fun."

The one in green chuckled darkly. "I'm excited..." His devious grin made his eyes sparkle.

The blond looked at Bubbles intently, then leaned forward and brushed his lips against her ear, whispering, "I'll see you at school..."

And in a flash of red, green, and blue, they were gone.

The girls were stuck in a frozen stupor, none moving to even blink. Buttercup was the first to break the silence. With a scream.

"ARRRGGH!"

"What's wrong, Cup?" Bubbles asked, her face still flushed.

"For almost fifteen years now, I've never let a boy touch me like that! And now...! From one moment of lost concentration...!!"

Blossom looked at her warily. "I don't get it..."

"I'VE BEEN VIOLATED!" She shrieked, and several spinsters and irritable mothers shut their windows.

Bubbles hovered over to her sister and pressed a hand to her shoulder. "It's okay, Cup!" She smiled widely, and guided the raven haired girl to the ground slowly. "You're fi--"

"No, Bubbles! I'm not fine! I might as well leave now and go live in a trailer park with some drunk hobo and have three kids by eighteen!" She threw up her arms in disgust and exasperation, as if asking the clouds to smite her where she stood.

Blossom was standing in front of her sisters now, one in hysterics, the other flushing as she recalled the closeness she had just encountered. The redhead raised her hand, and brought it swiftly across Buttercup's cheek.

SMACK!!

"Enough of that, Buttercup. This is not the time. Do you see me in a trailer park with Dexter? No. Now get a grip, you crazy girl!" Blossom shouted.

The two girls cowered.

"You are not going to become some teen mother floozy. I won't let you. One touch doesn't take away your... Ahem, virtue. You should know that by now." She crossed her arms as Buttercup rolled her green eyes. "Anyway, the Professor will need to hear about the Rowdyruff's return. Bubbles, what did Boomer say to you?" She whipped her head to face the blond.

"Well, um... H-h-he... He said..." She studdered, twirling her thumbs.

"Spit it out already!" Buttercup exclaimed.

Bubbles glared. "He said 'I'll see you at school.'" She said finally.

Blossom gasped. "They're going to attack the school!" Blossom's thoughts flashed to her friends, and the one most important to her. "Alright, girls. We've gotta be prepared to jet at any point in the day tomorrow. Let's go tell the Professor!" She said, taking off, with her sisters following.

They each dreamed of their mirror images that night, willing or not.

A/N: So. I'm glad to have this done. It was inspired by Bleedman's Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi, which is full of Nickelodeon awesome, and intriguing plotlines. I also highly recommend his other two comics, Grim Tales from Down Below, and Sugar Bits. Def. check 'em out.

Sayonara!

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