Fusion Fall Drabbles

Magdela Petrem

Disclaimer: Since I'm gonna make this count for all the chapters, I gonna say this right now: I don't own anything. ...Sadly.

The first takes place in Lightning Bird's Universe, and has hints of Dexter/Buttercup in it. Check out Lightning Bird's story on , "Invisible Sun". It's awesome!

The doorbell echoed off the walls, and Bubbles rushed to answer it. She yanked open the door and almost screamed, "Hi, Dexter!"

But she was shocked to see that the person standing shocked at the door wasn't Dexter, but a radiant young girl. She was wearing a short pink skirt and a pink blouse, and her blonde hair was tied in long pig-tails above her bright blue eyes. Her long, gangly limbs were holding a baby carrier and her knees were shaking. She was staring at the flying girl in awe.

Bubbles gasped and floated slowly to the ground. The girl was taller than she was. The girl set the carrier down and smiled, getting over the initial shock of a flying little girl quickly. "Hello! I'm Dee Dee, Dexter's sister!" she cried in greeting.

"Hi! I'm Bubbles," Bubbles replied. Dee Dee grinned broadly.

"Nice to meet you! But I was wondering if I could see your dad." Dee Dee paused, thinking over her words carefully. "Dexter wanted me to talk to him."

"Oh, alright." Bubbles turned to shout, but the professor was already there. He was gazing at Dee Dee.

"Hello, Ms. Dee Dee," he said simply. He put out his hand for Dee Dee to shake, but she stared at it, confused. He took it back awkwardly. "You said Dexter sent you?"

"Yes. He said spe-ci-fi-cal-ly," she hesitated, as if not sure of her words, but continued, "to speak to you in public. Or was it private?" She scratched the side of her head with one finger.

"Let's say private," Utonium assumed. "Come, follow me. Girls, no eavesdropping."

A few small giggles erupted from the hallway, and streaks of pink, green, and blue lingered in the air before disappearing completely. Dee Dee smiled and let the professor lead her to his lab. She carried the baby carrier with her in both arms. The professor locked the door behind them before offering a seat to Dee Dee, which she took, and sat down himself.

"Now, may I ask why Dexter is not here himself?" the professor inquired.

"Sir, Dexter IS here."

Utonium tilted his head towards her.

"Miss-?"

"He's here, alright. Or, maybe not. I'm not sure. You tell me." She shrugged and plopped the baby carrier on the table. She pulled the flap away from the plastic and revealed a frail-looking baby with flaming red hair and a blue blanket wrapped around its tiny body. Its skin was extremely pale, and a splash of freckles was on its pudgy cheeks. Its eyes were closed, but the light from the lab had caused it to stir and flick its eyes open. They were strikingly blue, even bluer than Dee Dee's.

"Who is this?" Utonium touched the baby's cheek, his heart strings pulling at the adorable face.

"This is Dexter," Dee Dee answered. She giggled as Utonium gasped. He recoiled from the baby, causing it to twitch, and gaped at it. "Cute, isn't he?"

"What HAPPENED?" he cried softly, trying to avoid upsetting the baby.

"He was experimenting with age or something with a plant, and I accidentally moved the laser-thingy and it hit him, and he was made younger." She said this so easily, the professor had to think that she had done things like this before. He found himself wondering how Dexter was still alive. "I thought you might be able to help."

"Right." The professor unstrapped the baby from the cradle and picked him up in his arms. The baby responded by reaching up with a small hand and touching the professor's cheek with a trembling finger. Dexter, with an intelligent look behind his gaze, took his hand back and slowly fell victim to the rocking motion the professor was doing, and he drifted off to sleep.

"I don't know what I can do, but I'll see," the professor promised. Dee Dee bowed her head, trying not to laugh.

"It's so funny," she admitted, "to see him like this again. So sweet, you know." She giggled out loud now.

The professor shifted Dexter so he was slumbering against his shoulder, and he smiled at Dee Dee.

"Ms. Dee Dee, I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to leave." He stuck out his hand again, forgetting Dee Dee didn't understand, and Dee Dee did the same as she did before. The professor returned it to Dexter's back and followed her up the stairs to the door of the lab. "Girls, show Ms. Dee Dee to the door," he called. Blossom and Bubbles were immediately at her side, but Buttercup was a tad slower in coming and the last to say goodbye. Blossom closed the door and turned to the professor.

They all stopped dead when they saw the baby in his arms. The baby was turning slightly, waking up to the sight of the young girls.

"Professor?" Blossom floated closer.

"Girls, we have a slight problem. This..." He held the baby out. "Is Dexter."

The girls gasped.

"He had an experiment-gone-wrong, and now he's, I'd estimate, one year old." The professor was examining Dexter's face.

Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, shocked, came forward. Blossom scooped Dexter out of Utonium's arms and held him carefully. Dexter looked up at her with wide blue eyes and touched her cheek, grasping the collar of her shirt and playing with the cloth nimbly.

"This is Dexter?" she choked. She handed him off to Buttercup, who held him tenderly. It was the softest expression anyone had seen on her face as she brushed a tendril of red hair out of his eyes and looked to the professor for assurance that this was, indeed, Dexter.

The professor nodded weakly.

The doorbell sounded again, and Bubbles flew to get it. Dexter watched her fly and smiled little dimples in his cheeks. Bubbles pulled the door open and Dee Dee was standing there again. Bubbles ushered her in and closed the door, careful not to slam it.

"Hello, again!" she smiled. "I thought I'd warn you about some stuff about Dexter that I learned from when he was a baby. He didn't like thunder, or carrots, or rattles, or trumpets, or rap music -trust me-, or stuffed rabbits, or dogs barking, or kissy-faces, or horses, any large animal really, or getting dirty, or mud, or paint." She took a deep breath before rambling on. "He likes classical music, peas -real, not smashed-, stories, drawing, blankets, secure places, the sound of rain falling, the piano, green things, fish in fish tanks, and plants.

"He doesn't like it when people do the hoppy thing-" she paused when the girls and the professor gave her a weird look. She took Dexter and rocked up and down on her heels, "hopping" up and down. Dexter mumbled and struggled against it. "-and he's hard to hold onto. And he has a really hard kick when he's cranky. By the way, he's always been a good sleeper, and he'll cry whenever his diaper's full, or he's angry, or hungry, or something, or whatever." She shrugged and put Dexter back in Buttercup's arms. She smoothed his ruffled hair and stroked his forehead with her hand repeatedly. Dee Dee nodded. "He likes that, too. How'd you know?"

"I..." she mumbled, "don't know. It just CAME to me."

"Great! That means he's telling you stuff!" she squealed.

She got more weird looks.

"Dexter was always special, and he had, like, te-le-ki-ne-sis stuff, and he could kind of in-flu-en-ce people. He was ALWAYS weird." Dee Dee scoffed. "Weird little kid, aren't you?" She poked his face, and he flinched away from it. He even seemed to sniff a bit.

"I don't think he likes that," Buttercup observed, stroking his forehead again. He closed his eyes and leaned into her chest, sneaking into another nap.

"Nope." Dee Dee shrugged and laughed. "Ah, memories."

She was lost in thoughts as Buttercup flew up a tad higher and started to rock back and forth. Dee Dee seemed to disappear as soon as she came, and the next thing the girls and the professor knew, she was gone out the front door. The professor shot the door a wary look before motioning Buttercup down. She drifted down like a falling curtain and handed the man the baby-fied Dexter. Dexter was still sleeping when the man took him and sat down on the couch.

He's so innocent, so pure, he thought sweetly. He brushed a stray lock of curling red hair out of his eyes and behind his ear. Dexter stirred and snuggled down into the blanket. He looked like he was in a cocoon, an emerging butterfly. Only his red hair was peeking out.

"He's so adorable!" Bubbles shrieked.

"He is," Blossom agreed, kneeling down next to him to look at his face.

Buttercup was silent. She instead knelt down next to Blossom and leaned close to Dexter's face. His eyes opened. His head turned. He blinked.

And then he took his hands out of the blanket and wrapped them around her neck, pulling her close as he could for a hug. When the girls giggled and screamed in delight, Utonium smiled warmly at the scene and tried to pry Dexter off Buttercup's neck. He wouldn't budge. Utonium tried harder, but he still wouldn't move. He finally gave up when Dexter started to whine a bit and handed him off back to Buttercup. Dexter giggled in victory and started playing with Buttercup's black hair. He touched it to his own head and held up the two colors: orange and black. He glared at them, trying to understand.

"Black," Buttercup told him, pointing to her hair. "Orange," she said next, pointing to his hair. He smiled and nodded.

"Bwack," he mumbled, still smiling. "Owange." He pointed to each color correctly. "Bwack, owange."

His heavy Russian accent still smoothed over his words as he said his first words for the second time, and the girls found themselves in awe at the adorable little boy in Buttercup's arms. He beamed at them proudly as they cooed praise.

"Bwack! Owange!" he repeated, more confidently. "Bwack, owange!"

The girls laughed and Buttercup, tough as she was, couldn't resist squealing and hugging him a little tighter. The professor watched with a wise look.

"That IS cute," he admitted. Buttercup nodded.

"Coot!" Dexter echoed. He was saying "cute" in his own little language. "Coot!"

"Aww! Lemme hold him, Buttercup!" Bubbles whined.

"Bwuttercoop," he mumbled. "Bwuttercoop?"

Buttercup's eyes widened and nodded eagerly. She pointed to herself. "Buttercup."

"Bwuttercoop."

"Buttercup."

"Bwuttercoop."

"Buttercup."

"Bwuttercoop."

This Battle of the Languages lasted for another minute until Dexter finally said sternly, "BWUTTERCUP!" Buttercup giggled and nodded.

"Bwuttercup," she sighed in defeat. "I am Bwuttercup."

Her family smiled with knowing looks at her. She was glowing with Dexter in her arms, and her eyes were gentle. Her smile was so serene that the professor doubted even Mojo Jojo could ruin her mood. "Bwuttercup" rocked the now exhausted Dexter back and forth in the air again, and he buried himself in his blanket before letting out a long sigh and falling into a light slumber. She huffed and sat down.

"This is going to be fun, isn't it?" she asked the professor.

"Oh, yes, with Dexter it ALWAYS is," the professor pointed out.

"Yeah." Buttercup sighed and leaned back on the couch. "Definitely."