Stranded

Hello! This is another Powerpuff Mojo x Bubbles fanfic I came up with a while ago… please read and review! I do NOT own the Powerpuff Girls.

Bubbles could probably think of at least ten other places that she wanted to be right now. But then again, would you want to be stranded on an island with your worst enemy? No. Not very likely.

She had woken up on a sandy beach. She had crashed onto the island, as she could tell by the deep trench her body had dug out when she skidded onto shore. She woke up, cold, wet and dirty. She sat up and looked around for her sisters, who weren't there. She brushed the sand off of her shoulders.

Behind her laid a small jungle—probably uninhabited by animals, most likely just birds. She saw a few coconut trees which carried ripe coconuts. They swayed gently in the salty sea breeze. Where was she? Which ocean? How far from home?

"Maybe I should look around," she said aloud, climbing to her feet. She started to walk slowly on the shore. Her body was aching all over, and her arms and legs had been scraped up from her crash, and the sand was just making the little scratches irritating.

The morning sun shined innocently above, though it would be hotter later obviously. She came around the corner, facing a small wall of rocks. They were covered with seagull poop, and had abandoned nests and eggshells shattered all around. She smirked and then gently floated over the wall and gaped.

That was when she had discovered that Mojo Jojo was stranded on the island with her. He was lying in the sand, his mouth opened, and his breath slowly escaping. His clothes were ripped and his purple cape was reduced to nothing. His belt and pants were mainly the most intact, with only a few scratches and tears. There were cracks in his helmet.

"Mojo?" she asked, approaching. "Is he dying?"

She crouched down by him and now could see the blood matted in his fur; the big gashes that were oozing with blood and starting to be filled with pus. Bubbles placed a hand over her mouth, her eyes filling with worry.

"Mojo, we've got to get you to a hospital," she whispered, leaning over him. "Can you hear me?"

She picked him up underneath the arms. He groaned in agony, but his eyes didn't open. She gently lifted him off of the ground and started to fly up in the direction of the sun. But something wasn't right. She was flying upwards, and then she was repelled. She cried out, and caught her balance just before she hit the ground again.

"What the…?" she murmured, looking up at the sky.

It was… vibrating, almost, and a gentle purple sheen appeared. When the vibrating stopped, the purple went away, revealing the normal sky.

"I don't know what that is," she said, confused. "But apparently I can't get past it."

She set Mojo on the ground and flew up again. When she hit it and it shot her backwards, she sliced it up with her lasers. When that didn't work she punched and kicked and that throttled her onto the ground. She released a sonic scream, which didn't shatter it either.

"Who put up that force field?" she yelled in frustration.

"…I did."

She turned to Mojo, who was struggling to get to his feet. She quickly sped over to him. She narrowed her eyes.

"You did what?"

"…I set up the force field. I thought that no one was here on the island with me. So I set it up so you and your sisters couldn't find me." He narrowed his eyes at her.

"Well, can you like, turn it off?" she asked. "Your wounds are really bad, Mojo."

He sat up and threw back his arm. "No, I can't, you idiot! Do you know why? I broke the remote!"

He reached for his belt and removed a little pod shaped remote that was cracked and had wires exposed. He crushed it in his fist and then dropped the remains on the ground. "It's hopeless. The only way that it could be destroyed was if someone on the outside of the force field hit it, and the likelihood of that occurring is a very, very slim chance. So thus it's hopeless since it cannot be destroyed and… OW!" he cringed.

"The pain is finally getting to you, huh?" she asked him. "Look, I'm going to help you. Please just tell me how."

"Look around the island," he responded. "See if you can find anything."

Bubbles sped around the edge of the island and did find a few things that seemed like they came from the wreckage of Mojo's fighter plane. Some matches, mainly tools, a few sets of clothing that were dirty but still good. She didn't find much else that would be good for treating wounds with. She set the items she gathered at Mojo's body and explained what had happened.

"Salt water is our best bet, then," he said to her.

A frustrated Bubbles did what she was told. At first, she just cupped it in her hands and then let it splash all over him, but then Mojo started yelling at her that it was just torture. So, she picked him up and dragged him into the water.

His face was red, for it was obviously painful. Bubbles waited patiently. After a while his tense body relaxed and he started to flex his fingers. She helped him onto shore then and used the shreds of clothing to cover up the wounds. The wounds definitely looked cleaner and they were drying up nicely. Also the water had washed off some of the blood on his fur. He stood up then and glared at her.

"I would thank you if you were not my enemy, but since that we are enemies, I'm not sorry to say that I cannot thank you, due to the fact that you are my enemy."

Bubbles rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "I wouldn't even want to be your ally, anyway, Mojo. You're just a grumpy monkey."

Mojo opened his mouth as if to say something but then turned on his heel and left, going off down the shore. Bubbles stood up and floated the opposite way.

On his side of the island, Mojo quickly set to work building a shelter. He gathered driftwood and stone and with the dirt near the jungle he made thick layers of mud which he packed in between the stone. Soon he had the walls of a shelter made from stone, and then he laid wood over the top of it. It wasn't that big of a shelter, but it didn't necessarily need to be. After all, he was the only one that would be in it.

He then headed into the jungle (but not too far) and snapped off a long branch, which he decided he would use as a spear. He didn't have a knife, but all he would need was a sharp edged rock and that would take care of his food problems. Water would be his next issue but he would see to that later.

He headed back out to his shelter and decided to hunt around for some crabs. He found quite a few of them, and he crushed them and ate the meat raw. Yes, traditionally monkeys don't eat meat, but Mojo was a mutated monkey. So, yeah, go along with it.

He kept the shells outside the shelter in a small pile. He figured he could find a use for them—maybe make the bigger shells into bowls or something. It had been a few hours now and he hadn't seen Bubbles for a while. He didn't really care at first, but when the hours ticked by into the evening, he did start worrying. He hated himself for it though.

He stirred the fire with a stick and banged the little embers off of it. He had spent the rest of the day digging out a hole for a fire pit. He stood up, abandoned his fire and then started to walk over to the other side of the island.

He found her lying there, shivering in the sand, with a few empty coconuts lying beside her. He stood over her and then rolled his eyes.

"Alright then. Come on, come with me."

"No," she responded, sitting up. "I'm not incompetent. I can survive without you."

Mojo crossed his arms and waited patiently as she headed into the jungle and started to pull out several bundles of wood and set them on the beach. With her laser vision, she lit them on fire. She turned to look at him triumphantly. He smirked and clapped for her sarcastically.

"Great job, genius," he sneered. "But watch."

A wave then came up on the beach and doused the fire. Smoke rose up and the flames quickly died out. Bubbles coughed and stepped backward from the wreckage. Mojo shot her a look. She looked severely disheartened. She missed her sisters, she was miserable, and also trapped on an island with her worst enemy.

"Just come with me, Bubbles. I have plenty of room." Well, he was lying, but still. What reason did she have to fight him now, even if she was his enemy?

She hung her head and slowly floated along behind him as they trudged back to his campsite. Mojo ignored her soft crying, and instead tried to block it out with loud cheerful whistling. When they got to the campsite, he asked her if she was hungry. She didn't respond. Her big, teary blue eyes gazed into the flames. She shivered slightly and outstretched her hands, warming them.

"I'm going to sleep. Put out the fire when you're done." He crawled inside the shelter and laid down on the bed of leaves that he had laid down.

Soon he heard several splashes of water and then Bubbles crawled inside. She slept the farthest she could from him, close to the wall. She wrinkled her nose at the oozing mud which was still struggling to dry. The stench of it was strong and unappealing. She buried her face in her arm, and then tried to fall asleep.

The next day when Mojo woke up, he shook Bubbles awake as well.

"I'm going to go fishing. You make yourself useful somehow," he said, crawling outside.

"But I'm hungry," she whined. "Don't you have anything to eat?"

"I told you, I'm going to get fish. Why don't you clean out the fire pit and then gather wood or something?" he growled.

Bubbles crawled outside and moping, dug out the fire pit within a matter of seconds. She then flew into the forest, leaving Mojo by himself on the beach.

Hopefully we'll only be stuck here a week at most, and then we can go back to being mortal enemies. He thought grouchily, scooping up some of the crabs.

He winced when one pinched him, and he ripped it from his thumb and banged it on a rock till it was dead. He picked up more and killed them the same way. He heard Bubbles drop all the firewood by the fire pit.

"That's what you call fishing? Torturing poor little crabs to death?" she said in disbelief.

He ignored her and then grabbed his stick. He picked up a rock and quickly started to sharpen it into a point. He waded out into the water and then started jabbing at the shadowy shapes in the water.

"Go find us some fresh water," he yelled over his shoulder.

She rolled her eyes and then headed back into the jungle. She headed deeper than she had been, and eventually did find a small little river. She cupped the water and drank deeply. It tasted gritty, but yet, cool and refreshing.

When she returned to the campsite, she found that Mojo was already eating some of the crabs that he had caught. She sat down across from him and gripped at the sand.

"What am I supposed to eat?" she asked.

"What do you mean? There is plenty of fish and crab for the both of us."

"But I'm a vegetarian."

"Bummer," he remarked, wincing at the salty crab meat. "I used to be too until I was mutated. Well, I guess you'll just starve then."

"Alright, fine!" she snapped, and reached for a crab. With her powerful, delicate fingers she pried the shell off to reveal the white meat underneath.

She sucked out the meat, regretting it, but continued to eat it since her stomach was grumbling. Mojo looked at her, and it was almost a look of pride on his face.

"You should also scrape the meat out of the coconuts you drink, since that's edible."

She nodded and then polished off the crab, then grabbed another and sucked it down.

"We'll be here for a while, until your sisters find us," he said. "In the meantime, here's what we should do: first off we should build an S.O.S. sign, so that people know that we're here. Next find effective ways of carrying things around—like a bucket or something."

Bubbles ignored the babbling that Mojo was doing till after she finished eating. Then she went about and helped him with the tasks that he wanted her help with. By the end of the day they were exhausted, and so they had some water from the pond and then retreated back to the campsite.

Using her laser vision Bubbles helped Mojo start up a fire and then she calmly went down by the ocean. Mojo grumbled to himself, glaring at her as he cooked the food he caught. If he had the tools he needed, he could make a great meal. After all, he was a master hibachi chef! Stupid Powerpuffs always ruin everything.

Bubbles came back once Mojo had finished cooking the food for them. Roasted fish and crab with coconuts. Bubbles delicately chopped off the top of the coconuts from the side, revealing the sweet white meat and milk. They sat down and then began eating.

"How long do you think that we'll be out here?" she asked him.

He was chewing, so he held up his fingers. Three.

"Three days?"

"Three weeks," he said hoarsely as he swallowed.

Bubbles was horrified. "We'll starve to death! We're going to die out here!"

"We will not die out here, Bubbles."

"There's only so many fish you can catch, Mojo. Doesn't the force field block out more fish from coming in?"

"No. It's just Powerpuff proof."

She narrowed her eyes. "So, in reality, if you decide to leave, I'm going to die alone?"

"What's with all this morbid talk?" Mojo demanded angrily. "Aren't you supposed to be cute and happy Bubbles?"

"I just don't think that I can trust you."

"Well, whoop-de-doo, you probably can. I don't want to risk my life out in a raft, without any way of knowing what direction I was going. Flying out of here would be preferable, so that I do not have to risk my life in a raft since I have no general sense of direction and no tool such as a compass that could tell me."

Bubbles's face softened. "So you're not going anywhere?"

"Not unless you seriously piss me off."

She ducked her head so that he couldn't see her smiling. She sipped the rest of her milk, and then lifted her head. She saw that the sun was setting, making a pink-purple sky, the orange orb slowly lowering down.

"Wow! Look at that. You sure don't see anything like that in Townsville." She let out a happy, dreamy sigh. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes," he responded cautiously as he gnawed off the rest of the meat on a bone.

They heard the ocean water swishing rather vigorously, and Bubbles looked out to the ocean. She saw dark fins rising up out of the water, swimming towards the island.

"Are those sharks?" she cried out in alarm.

"Nope," Mojo answered with a smile. "Those are dolphins."

There were two silver, slippery dolphins that came close to the shore. Mojo glared at them, thinking that they might beg for fish or something. But instead they seemed to be doing tricks. They swam a little further away, doing jumps and flips in the air. Bubbles was mesmerized.

She waded in ankle deep and one approached her, brushing by her. She reached forward and touched its skin. It was the weirdest sensation. She beamed when the dolphin came by a second time and nudged her with its nose.

She pulled her dress off over her head and tossed it back onto shore. (Don't worry she's wearing underwear underneath.) Grabbing onto its fin, she allowed the dolphin to drag her around throughout the water, but it seemed to know where the force field was, so it always veered sharply away from the wall before she could touch it. The other dolphin swam along beside them and Bubbles was delighted. She laughed and giggled.

"For God sakes, she's a grown woman," Mojo grumbled. "And she's in there playing with dolphins like a little girl, acting like she's in The Little Mermaid or something."

Mojo came down to the waves and called out, "Bubbles! Come over here, you'll catch a cold!"

"Chill out, Mojo!" she responded, sticking out her tongue at him. "I can't catch a cold that easily. Why don't you join us?"

Mojo glared and shook his head. "No way, no how."

"Pllllleeeeassseee?" she begged, fluttering her eyelashes. Whether that was supposed to be cute or seductive, he didn't know.

But it seemed to work. "Alright, fine! But only for a while."

He waded in deeper, and strangely the water was warm. He grabbed onto the other dolphin's fin and felt it slowly pulling him along. It was rather fun. Bubbles was having a great time. The dolphins started to do different things, like pulling them under the water and shooting up to the surface.

When the sun set however, the fun ended. The dolphins swam them back to shore, made their happy little clicking sounds and then turned around and left. It was a little sad for Bubbles, to see them go, but she just smiled and vigorously waved goodbye. Mojo shook out his fur and trudged back to the fire pit and with the embers that were still burning from dinner; he started the fire back up again. He glanced up at Bubbles. She was looking off in the direction of the dolphins with this now sad look on her face.

Mojo stood up and walked over to her. He placed a hand on her arm. "Go sit down by the fire, Bubbles."

She looked at him, and tears were in her eyes. "I really miss my sisters."

She sniffled loudly and wiped the tears away. Mojo sighed heavily.

"They haven't given up on looking for us, alright? They'll come and find us, Bubbles. It might take them a while, but they will."

"I know."

She went back over to the fire, sat down and pulled her dress on over her head. Mojo came and sat down by her. She was still shivering from the cold.

"See? What did I tell you would happen? I told you that you would catch a cold."

"I'm not sick, Mojo. I'm freezing," she replied, teeth chattering.

Mojo stirred the fire with a stick. The embers crackled and swirled into the night sky. Bubbles was now starting to warm up a little.

"I wish we had marshmallows to roast. This is a really nice fire." She placed her chin on her knees.

He sat back down by her and she leaned against him slightly.

"You're a really good sport, you know that?" she said with a giggle. "You try and act all evil, but I think deep down you're a really good person. I barely had to beg to get you to go swimming with me."

He bristled. "Do not think that you can convince me to do anything. You forget that I am still evil, that I am still Mojo Jojo, and my number one goal is to rule the world."

"Yeah, yeah, I get that. But you would think that after seventeen years…" she murmured. "Mojo, aren't you getting a little sick of it?"

"Of being defeated every single frigging time for seventeen years? Yes. But do I give up? No."

"Aren't you getting kind of… you know, old?"

"I'm the same age as you, idiot," he quipped, ticked off. "And stop leaning on me."

She stopped. "But you… you grew up before we did."

"That's due to two facts: first, I am a chimp, and second, I was mutated." He spat angrily.

"Oh. Well that explains it."

"Are you that stupid that you never thought of it before?"

"I don't think anyone has ever thought of that before, Mojo," she said. "And don't call me stupid."

"Why not? Aren't you stupid?"

Tears came to her eyes. "Look, I'm not exactly a genius like Blossom is, but I'm not stupid! Why do you always have to do that? I mean, you get offended really easily and then you resort to making fun of me. It's not fair."

She crawled into the shelter and left him alone. He heard her crying softly, and he felt something in his gut. What was it? Anger? Pity? Regret?

No. Loneliness.