I don't own the Powerpuff girls, or any character from there show. Or any other character in here. K? Don't sue me or anything like that.

Chapter 1

Somewhere in Nevada, Project Rowdyruff was getting ready to take a big step.

"You are free to leave until your first big assignment in a week. Do whatever you wish." Said Doctor Brisbane.

"Be smart boys. We will meet back here in one week." Said I.M. Weasel.

"Come on boys. We have some loose ends to tie up." Said Butch.

"Three loose ends to be exact." Said Brick.

Brick and Butch started to fly off. Brick stopped when he saw Boomer wasn't leaving. He was reading a book.

"Hey whatcha got there Boomer?" asked Brick.

"N-Nothing." Said Boomer putting the book away.

Brick was suspicious, but shrugged it off.

"Come on Boomer, let's go." Said Brick.

Boomer nodded with his eyes on the ground.

Then he flew off with the others.

Bubbles was sitting on the Blackboard coloring in chalk. Buttercup was shooting hoops close by, but not close enough for the chalk to get smashed by the ball. Blossom was sitting under a tree reading.

Just then, a green flash whooshed by and broke the basketball hoop. Then it broke the tree in two, but Blossom caught it before it hit her head. Then it came by and smashed Bubbles chalk. Bubbles looked like she was going to cry,

"Sorry about your chalk." Said Butch. "I was aiming for your leg."

"It can't be." Said Blossom in disbelief.

A red figure landed and then a blue one did.

"No way." Said Buttercup.

"The Rowdyruff Boys." Bubbles said in shock. "Blossom, what do we do?"

"Just kiss them! That worked last time." She said.

"Sorry, but it won't work anymore." Said Butch.

"Were immune to your girly kisses now." Said Brick with a smile.

"In other words, we've had our cootie shot." Said Butch.

Butch went over and kicked Buttercup in the stomach. Brick went and punched Blossom in the face. They gave it right back to them.

Bubbles was confused. She took a defense stance to be ready for the attack. But Boomer didn't attack. He just looked at the ground. Bubbles wondered what he was doing.

Then Blossom shot Brick with her hair band hurricane. He landed beside Boomer, and noticed he hadn't moved. At the same time Butch shot Buttercup with his green energy beam. She landed by Bubbles, who was still in a defense stance.

"Why aren't you fighting?" asked Buttercup.

"He hasn't attacked." Said Bubbles.

Blossom flew over to them.

"Bubbles what's wrong?" asked Blossom.

"Nothing. He's not attacking. He won't throw a punch. He hasn't moved." Said Bubbles.

"What kind of trick is he playing?" Buttercup asked Blossom.

"It doesn't look like he's playing a trick at all." Said Blossom, confused.

By now both of the boys were over by Boomer.

"What's wrong Boomer?" asked Brick.

"Why aren't you fighting?" asked Butch.

"I won't fight her." Said Boomer, with no emotion.

"What?" asked both of them at once.

"I refuse to fight her." He said as if it were a fact that they both should know.

"Fine then I will!" said Butch with fury.

He charged his hand up and ran toward her. She covered her face up with her hands. Boomer grabbed Butch and flung him into a brick wall.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" asked Butch.

Boomer didn't answer. He walked over to Bubbles.

"My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy." Said Boomer.

Bubbles looked at him confused. Brick and Blossom used astounded. "What's he talking about?" asked Buttercup and Butch at the same time. "Shh!" said Brick and Blossom at the same time. Boomers face got red.

"I-I-I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer's day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you." Boomer stuttered. He looked in Bubbles confused eyes. He blushed even more.

"E-E-E-E-E-Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one."

By now he was as red as a tomato.

Bubbles still didn't seem to get it. Neither did Buttercup or Butch.

Boomer saw this and tried a simpler one.

"If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up every day
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you." He said a lot more confident that time.

She still didn't get it.

He tried an even simpler one.

This time he basically told her.

"I love you so deeply,
I love you so much,
I love the sound of your voice,
and the way that we touch.
I love your warm smile
and your kind, thoughtful way,
the joy that you bring
to my life every day.
I love you today
as I have from the start,
and I'll love you forever
with all of my heart." Said Boomer.

This time Bubbles got it.

"You, you love me?" asked Bubbles.

Boomer became Bright red. He was a lot more confident when Bubbles didn't understand him.

"H-here's your ch-chalk. I-I'm sorry my brother, you know." He said, handing her the chalk. Except the light blue one. He put that one in his pocket.

"I should go know." Said Boomer. Then he flew off in a hurry.

"Boomer wait!" yelled Brick.

He and Butch flew off after him.

"What was that?" asked Buttercup.

"Boomer just recited love poetry for Bubbles." Said Blossom astounded.

Bubbles was speechless. She flew off.

"WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL WAS THAT? YOU JUST SAID YOU LOVED HER!" Said Butch.

"I take back nothing I said." Boomer said.

"DUDE, GET REAL! SHE DESTOYED YOU! DON'T YOU REMEMBER?" yelled Butch.

"She kissed me. She kissed me." Said Boomer lovingly.

"SNAP OUT OF IT DUDE! SHE MAY HAVE KISSED YOU, BUT SHE DID IT TO DESTROY YOU!" said Butch.

"Hold up Butch. Those poems you were reciting, were they from that book?" asked Brick.

"Yes." Said Boomer.

"Can I see it?" asked Brick.

Boomer nodded. He handed Brick the book.

"Just as I thought. 100 love poems and loving quotes, by various authors. I read it once, seeing the title I knew it was going to be gross. But I toughed it out. And I realized that all three of those poems were from that book." Said Brick. "I can't believe he memorized them. I thought I was the only one with any intellect at all in this group."

"ARE YOU CONDONING THE CRAP HE PULLED?" yelled Butch angrily.

"No. I'm just saying that we may need to just calm down." Said Brick.

"I didn't memorize those three." Said Boomer.

"Hmm?" said Brick.

"I memorized the whole book." Said Boomer.

"Are you sure you weren't just stressed out?" asked Brick after he had set up the tent.

"Like I have previously stated, I take back nothing I have said." Said Boomer.

"And I'm sorry for that." Said Brick. He and Butch went inside the tent. Boomer stayed outside. He preferred not to deal with them tonight.

Boomer had tried to go to sleep, but he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to. He laid down, looking up at the clouds, occasionally reaching in his pocket to look at the chalk, since it seemed to be the only thing that could comfort him now.

He looked up at the clouds, not quite able to go to sleep, but not quite awake either. He stared at the stars, twinkling above. He lost track of the time, until he heard something a distance away. The sound of wheels rolling against the plains grass, getting closer and closer…

He looked up and saw a big, steel truck barreling its headlights upon him. The driver's side door opened and a figure stepped from it.

"Boomer…good to see you again. Care to have a word?" He spoke in a deep, emotionless voice. Boomer instantly recognized it as Dr. Brisbaine, the Chief Director of the project that revived his brothers and him.

"Dr. Brisbaine…" he said, shielding his eyes from the headlights. "What are you doing here?"

Dr. Brisbaine got closer, so that Boomer could look up at his face. His small spectacles were illuminated by the headlights, making him look, to Boomer, like a demon with glowing eyes.

"Very well, then I'll be blunt," said Dr. Brisbaine. "When Weasel said that you all were free for the time being, he wasn't entirely truthful. You all were being watched."

Boomer looked down, starting to get nervous. Boomer never did like Dr. Brisbaine, because usually whenever he talked to Boomer, it was to criticize him and knock him down a peg. And Boomer knew he must have been in for it now.

"You were being monitored to see how you would interact without supervision, since you all have been relatively isolated from the outside world" continued the doctor. "Your behavior was…interesting, to say the least."

Boomer said nothing.

"I had always noticed an odd behavior since your revival. Back when you were first created, our data shows you were brash, arrogant, hot-headed and aggressive. However, since your revival, you have been different. At the base, your aggression seemed to have decreased so much it is almost nonexistent. You talked only when you absolutely had to, becoming extremely anti-social and shy, and even when you do talk, you hardly ever make eye contact. You always seemed to be day-dreaming. Not to mention the fact that you rarely show your emotions externally in anyway whatsoever."

"So?" said Boomer plainly, still looking at the ground.

"Today, we hoped to see some change in your behavior. And, I must say, you gave us a lot more than we bargained for."

Boomer said nothing.

"You encountered the Powerpuff Girls, and exhibited an extraordinary display of emotions. You lashed out at your brother. You said you would not fight her. In your short encounter with Bubbles, you displayed more emotion, intelligence, and talkativeness than you have showed at the base during the year you have been there. Quite an inconsistency, wouldn't you say?"

"Get to the point," said Boomer. "What are you going to do to me?"

Dr. Brisbaine removed his spectacles and looked straight down at Boomer.

"You and your brothers were cloned from DNA we retrieved after your battle with the Girls, years and years ago."

"And?"

"We think that, during your revival process, some sort of…anomaly must have surfaced. Something that we had missed during your first conception. I've suspected it for quite some time, considering your behavior, but certain factors prevented me from…correcting the problem. However, after today's…event, your behavior has shown to be an even greater than you have a problem that in your brain we need to correct immediately.

Boomer looked up at Brisbaine for the first time during their encounter.

"Why?"

"Your emotional problems interfere with what we need you for. You are a soldier. You need to be able to fight. Fraternizing with the enemy and anti-social behavior aren't exactly qualities we look for in Nation Defense."

Boomer thought about what Brisbaine had just said, then picked up on something odd in his previous statement.

"'Enemy'? The government considers the Powerpuff Girls an enemy?"

Brisbaine paused.

Boomer was someone who thought constantly, whether he wanted to or not. He had realized a lot of strange things about this project, and he wasn't going to let it slide this time. Not when now they demanded operation on his brain.

Boomer narrowed his eyes and looked straight at Brisbaine, trying not to sound nervous.

"Let me ask you something, Doctor. Why would the government spend so much money and resources to revive us, when the last time we were alive, we leveled a city for no good reason?"

Brisbaine did not reply.

"The government wants defense and they seek it from us, three extremely dangerous boys created by an insane green monkey. They have the Justice League and the Teen Titans for defense. What use are we?"

Brisbane's expression still did not change, nor did he reply.

"You don't plan on using us for defense at all, do you? You want us to launch an attack on something. And now you're telling me the government considers the Girls an 'enemy?' Something tells me that whoever you work for doesn't exactly have this nation's defense in their state of mind."

Brisbaine still stood there like a stone wall.

"Well?"

Brisbaine stood still for a moment longer, and then began to laugh. The laugh chilled Boomer to the bone.

"You're smarter than you look, boy. And to think, all this time I thought you had no attachment to reality whatsoever." said Brisbaine, deviously smirking in a way that made Boomer very uncomfortable.

"Whatever" said Boomer, without emotion, looking down again. He did his best to hide the fear that was slowly creeping into his mind. "Well, I'm afraid I have to decline your offer for the operation. Now, if it's alright with you, I'm going to go in my brother's tent now…" He turned to walk into the tent.

He walked four steps before he felt a sharp pain in his neck. He yelped. He put his hand to his neck, feeling a something thick jammed on the outside of it. He felt blood trickle down his neck.

He turned back to see Brisbaine holding his tranquilizer gun, still having that devious smile on his face. It was the kind of smirk made by lawyers and politicians; the kind of smirk that meant they had just gotten away with doing something awful.

Boomer tried to yell, to wake his brothers up, but his vision began to get dizzy. His eyelids began to feel like great iron weights. Boomer tried to keep his eyes open, but to no avail. The world went dark…