I am so sorry this took me so long, I hope you enjoy.
"Boomer, wake up," Brick said giving him a shove. The blue Ruff yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Are we there?" he asked, straightening up. He was so tired that any moment he was sitting still he dozed off.
"Yes, we're here," Miss Bellum replied. She popped the trunk and the Boys piled out of the car to grab their bags.
"Sorry it didn't work out," Boomer told her.
"It's alright, just wasn't meant to be." Boomer smiled softly at her; he felt bad, it was obvious she wanted kids.
"Damn," Butch breathed. "This is our new home?" Boomer turned to see what his brother was so impressed about and his jaw literally dropped.
He stared at the three story Victorian home in awe, it was the type of house that when he was a kid he would have considered 'creepy' or 'haunted', but the owner took amazing care of it.
There was an archway they passed through to get onto the porch, which wrapped around the front and one side of the home. On the second floor there was a small balcony that was enclosed in latice work, like the arch, with a circular window for decoration.
Sara rang the doorbell and the boys waited with baited breath to see who owned such a home.
"You're a bit late Sara, have trouble finding the place?" Abigail asked when she opened the door. Brick seemed to have frozen in shock, while Butch had the same huge grin Boomer wore.
"It wasn't too bad, I just didn't realize how far out of the main town you lived."
"No worries, I was just about to make something to eat, would you like to stay a while?"
"I would, but the Mayor needs me," she turned to the three teens. "We'll be seeing each other and I hope you enjoy your first day at school."
Boomer waved as Sara drove away then turned back to Abigail who was smiling up at them.
"Well, come on in boys," she said stepping back. "I'll give you the tour and there's a room for each of you."
First she showed the living room, which was comfortable and looked lived in, but even Boomer could tell the leather couch and armchairs weren't cheap, nor was the large flat screen.
The kitchen had no table, just a large island with stools. She boasted double ovens and a large fridge and pantry.
"I bake for the holidays so I need the counter space," she commented while Brick examined the ovens.
"You're loaded, Abs," Butch teased. "What the hell are you doing working as a warden for Juvie?"
"The home, along with the money, was my inheritance when my parents died," she explained. Pausing her tour as they reached the top of the stairs. "I was working before that, and more importantly I like my job."
The second floor had three bedrooms and a large bathroom. As she passed each door she indicated which room was who's.
"You know I snore, right?" Boomer asked, try and failing to mask his concern. To his surprise Abigail just smiled.
"You don't need to worry about that. My great-grandfather built this house long before there were any Powerpuff Girls to fend off monster attacks. With each generation my family has added to its indestructiblity. There could be a full out nuclear war and this house would likely remain standing."
"Must've cost a fortune to have all that done," Brick commented.
"And a fortune is what we had. The walls are lined with titanium and all windows are shatter and bullet proof. I've got a special treat in the basement too."
The top floor held the master bedroom, another bathroom and the study. The study was filled with books that Boomer could tell Brick was just itching to read along with a few plays that captured his own interest.
Butch's attention wasn't grabbed until Abigail showed them the basement.
"My pride and joy," she beamed. One wall was entirely mirrored and there was a ballet bar for stretching. The floor was gleaming hardwood and in a separate area was a gold mine of work out equipment. The basement had a sauna and shower of it's own, but the true icing on the cake was the training sim room.
"Abs, this is fucking boss!" Butch exclaimed, taking in the spotless room.
"Language, Butch," she admonished. "I use it to keep my reflexes sharp, I'm not sure how much use it will be since you have your powers back, but I'm sure you'll figure out how to rework it into something more suited to your abilities. You're free to use anything you like, this is your home now too. Go unpack your things and meet me in the kitchen for lunch."
The moment Boomer was in his room he noticed the difference. He couldn't hear the hum of traffic anymore, he couldn't even hear Butch in the next room. A smile spread on his face and he collapsed onto the bed, not stirring again until dawn.
"Boomer, wake up." He groaned and rolled over in response.
"Boomer, it's your first day at school and I will not have you be late. Now up."
"God, you're a slave driver, Abs," he teased, sitting up. "Okay, I'm up." Abigail eyed him for a moment then nodded.
"I'm making breakfast now, so hurry up. I'm driving you boys on my way to work." She eyed him suspiciously for a moment before nodding and exiting the room.
Boomer yawned and began to get dressed. His wardrobe was limited, another part of life in Juvie, but he managed to assemble a suitable 'first day' outfit; fitted blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a light blue short sleeved button up.
Heading downstairs he found his brothers already eating. Butch wore black jeans, a green t-shirt that Boomer privately believed was too tight on him and a studded belt. Brick, was a mix between Butch's style and his own. He wore jeans with a silvery blue wash to them, a dark grey t-shirt and his favourite red hoodie. Brick's hat was missing, but Boomer noticed it a moment later hanging off his chair.
"The cheques from Mojo came in," Abigail told them, setting a plate in front of Boomer and then taking her own. "I'm hoping you boys will be smart and put them in the bank to save for college."
"You know we don't have bank accounts," Butch said between bites. "Besides, we need clothes and stuff."
"We can set up accounts on saturday, I'll make an appointment," she said brushing his concern aside. "As for 'clothes and stuff', as your guardian it is my job to provide those for you. We can go to the mall after the bank. Clothes will be the focus, but I'll buy you each something special, so choose wisely." The Boys nodded and finished eating then headed out to the car.
Boomer watched the buildings go by, nervous but excited about finally having a chance to be normal.
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