Third and final part of the story!... I still don't own the Powerpuff Girls!... So, I'd like to end the final part of the story with a little note from me, the author. (Ahem.) I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed/favorite-ed/subscribed to this story. For those of you who loved Stranded and didn't read Crooked, read Crooked, because if you want a sequel or two, it will most likely be based off of Crooked. Secondly, I would like to say that if you read the story and loved it, please spread the word about it and review it! It would make me very happy. Special thanks to She-Pirates kick BUTT for being my top supporter! (And also you, xMissMarmaladex.) You probably won't see another Powerpuff Fanfic for awhile, because I'm going to work on another project featuring the characters from the manga Black Jack… so if you don't care whether or not it's Powerpuff stuff and just like my writing feel free to read…

Gosh! I'm babbling! I bet you're really annoyed! Okay, on with the story!

Two months passed, and the routine continued. Mojo would attempt to create trouble, and Bubbles would come in with her sisters and stop him. Soon, the hurt was leaving a numb feeling on her heart, and she was able to go on dates with other people—but nothing that was serious. She worked her jobs as a waitress and substitute teacher just so that she could pay the bills and get by with her life.

But it was one day when she came home she found her place slightly disheveled, but found nothing missing. There was a note from a legal yellow pad on the counter, written in scrawling letters.

"I have kidnapped a girl, a girl whom is technically not one of your sisters, but is a citizen. Knowing who you are, which is a Powerpuff Girl, I know that you will be concerned with the safety of this said girl, who is with me, Mojo Jojo."

Bubbles let the note flutter to the floor and she crushed it beneath her foot. She felt tears prick at her eyes.

"Way to target me, you jerk," she grumbled underneath her breath, wiping the tears with her fingers.

She then opened her window and slipped outside, then turned back and shut it. She took off through the sky with her easily visible blue streak.

She arrived at Mojo's in seconds, but was reluctant to burst in through his roof. She instead landed by the door and then threw it open. She floated cautiously inside, aware of how dark it was. Mojo's place was cleanly, but it was scary in the dark. Everything gleamed oddly from the white-chrome that was the interior of his lab.

"Alright Mojo. It's Bubbles. Where is the girl?"

She heard the door shut behind her and a light flicked on. She braced herself, looking around in the now newly lit area. There was no girl, but there were no weapons. She turned around and saw Mojo standing there. He was dressed in his regular villainy outfit, but he didn't seem to be armed.

"I wanted to see you," he said without looking at her. "So will you please join me for dinner?"

"You didn't have to kidnap a girl if you wanted me to come to dinner," she protested, biting her lip.

He smiled at her. "The girl I 'kidnapped' is you, Bubbles—well, not really."

Confused, she followed him into the more residential area of his house, in which there was a kitchen and living room setting combined. She hadn't really ever been in this area of his observatory before, and it was new and interesting.

Sitting on the table, Mojo had prepared what looked like some sort of Japanese dinner, with sushi and rice and miso soup. But on the side he had knowingly made a salad for her, also Japanese. He was after all, a hibachi chef.

They sat down next to each other and passed things to each other, and fell into conversation easily. And Bubbles noticed that gradually, the numbness was vanishing, and her heart was beating anew and fiercely. She had missed him so much.

Halfway through she leaned over and kissed him.

"Mmm," she murmured. "I missed you so much."

He gently grasped her hands and squeezed them. "I did too." He looked up at her, now nervous. "There isn't… anyone else is there?"

"What? Oh, no," she said, now slightly disappointed he had ruined the moment. "There's been a couple of dates but nothing serious. Nothing like you and me. I guess I missed you too much to move on."

She smiled happily. "But now we're together again, at least for a little while, right?"

She picked up the dirty dishes and carried them over to the sink. Quickly she started to rinse them off and she was remarkably fast. Mojo watched her for a moment, stunned, and then proceeded in helping as well. They managed to get it done in half an hour, and when they were finished, she turned back to him.

"So, what do you want to do now?" she asked him with a teasing smile.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. "I think you know."

After (ahem) all was said and done, they retreated outside to watch a movie. Bubbles curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, blearily staring ahead at the screen. Mojo sat with his chin propped up on his knuckles, staring ahead blankly at the screen. He looked a little drowsy.

"You're sleeping already?" she asked him, closing her eyes.

"No. I'm just thinking," he responded.

"Mmm. About what?"

"Just… where this is going to go," he said. "It's inevitable that this is going to be ruined by your sisters. I'm a villain and you're a superhero; this really can't work."

She looked horrified for a minute. "Mojo, wait a minute…"

"I haven't finished," he replied. "But if I were to give up being a villain, that would be our only option. Well, that and you can cross over to being a villain, but that would make it extremely awkward at family gatherings if they decide to invite you to them."

"You would give up being a villain for me?"

"If it would mean having you for the rest of my life, then yes."

Her eyes grew big and bright. "You're serious?"

He looked at her with a nervous smile. "If you would put up with me for that long."

"Oh my God, yes!" she squealed happily. It was like a marriage proposal (but marrying a monkey, no matter how human like is illegal.)

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you, I love you!"

Mojo hacked into a television station and blocked out all the channels so he could make his big announcement. He sat down in front of his chair and cleared his throat when the camera's recording light flashed on.

"Good evening, citizens of Townsville," he said out loud, in a clear, certain voice. "This is Mojo Jojo, diabolical villain. I am on your television screen right now to give this announcement:

"I am resigning from my place as the most hated super villain in Townsville and the most hated nemesis of the Powerpuff Girls. While I am sure it is going to be highly controversial, I refuse to explain why." He glared at the camera. "And don't even think about spying on me. Just because I plan to give up on villainy does not mean that I won't proof my home from invaders, which is to say invaders that try to spy on me.

"I thank you for watching this message," he sighed heavily, "and hope you have a good evening. Good night."

He turned away from the camera and then Bubbles clapped approvingly. "Oh Mojo! That was great!"

She threw her arms around his neck but before she had a chance to kiss him, his eyes glared up at her. He smiled and said between his teeth, "Bubbles… the camera is still on."

She looked at the camera for a moment and stared blankly into the lens. She then slowly sidestepped out of view. She headed up to the camera and hit the button off.

"Shit," Mojo said angrily, pounding a fist on the table.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking down at her feet.

"I didn't want to be confronted by your sisters! Have I not made that clear enough?"

"Maybe they won't see it."

He snorted. "Oh yeah, like anyone would ignore the fact that you're willingly in my home and throwing yourself all over me."

"I was not!" she cried out with a scoff.

"That's how it's going to look like, Bubbles." He indicated with a finger to his bedroom. "I figured that this would happen so I packed my things previously to doing this. Three of my suitcases are in my bedroom, as well as my toolbox."

She floated inside and came back, carrying them all effortlessly. She looked at him.

"So now what?"

He opened his mouth to speak and then there was rapid pounding on the door. No one was speaking though.

"Paparazzi?" Bubbles suggested.

"Your sisters?" he countered, arching a brow.

Her heart sank and she slowly floated over to the front door, standing behind it. She pulled it open and in sped Blossom and Buttercup, looking totally pissed.

"Called it!" Mojo shouted to Bubbles.

"Mojo!" Buttercup screamed, seething. "What the hell are you doing using our sister like that?"

As Buttercup jetted forward, Bubbles slammed into her, knocking her into the wall. Tears were in her eyes.

"Buttercup! Buttercup, don't! He really means it, he really does," she said, almost pleadingly.

Buttercup threw Bubbles off of her and then stood up, not making any advancements towards Mojo, who was now in the room.

"What the *#$*% is going on!" Buttercup screamed.

Bubbles flew over to Mojo and stood protectively in front of him. She swallowed hard. She looked from a stunned Blossom and back to an angry Buttercup.

"We're… we were…" she swallowed. "We're together. We were together on the island and we're together now. We love each other."

"That's retarded!"

Bubbles shook her head. "Look, it's really not."

"Bubbles," Blossom said slowly, "have you ever considered that he might just be using you?"

"I have, but… I don't think that he is at all," she whispered, looking at her sisters. "I mean, girls, it's so much different than anyone else."

Mojo cleared his throat and muttered, "I was afraid of this…" he glared at her sisters. "Look, the only reason why we didn't tell either of you was because we knew that you would inevitably kick my ass."

Buttercup and Blossom exchanged looks. Then they shrugged, coming to the general consensus that he was right.

"But I'm really serious about giving up on villainy," he said, "but only if I can be with Bubbles."

"What are you, going to marry her?" Buttercup scoffed. "Like that's legal."

Mojo actually flinched at this comment. Bubbles did seem like the type of girl to dream about becoming a bride. He would never be able to give her that.

She swallowed hard though. "I know, I know. It's going to be difficult, definitely, but we really want to see this through."

Blossom then tapped Buttercup's shoulder and they slowly floated away and began to discuss quietly. Mojo reached up slightly and grasped Bubbles's hand; felt those delicate fingers that had caressed him, that had loved him, and he in turn loved.

Blossom then came forward, while Buttercup took out the door. Blossom eyed the two warily.

"Alright, we're going to give this a shot. But Bubbles…" Blossom looked at her sister knowingly. "If something happens, then you'll know what to do. It's going to be over, done."

Bubbles looked happily at Blossom and smiled broadly. Blossom's tone almost did not change, but they could glimpse a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Bubbles gave her sister a little hug.

"And oh yeah, keep him away from Buttercup," Blossom added when they released. "And we're definitely going to discuss this later when this is a better time and place. But I think the paparazzi are going to be here in a few minutes, so we should hit the road."

Blossom then flew out through the door and then it was a mad dash for Mojo's personal belongings, and then, picking him up gently, Bubbles and Mojo took off through the sky. Beneath them flashes of cameras were spotting the ground beneath them and the news cameras were rolling, and the air was filled with hundreds of questions of different journalists and reporters.

Bubbles cleared aside a few drawers in her dresser for Mojo to place his stuff and then she made them a pot of coffee. It was late at night now, and they had managed to ward off the reporters by using their sheer force. They were both tired and sore from the days events, but happy.

"It's going to take a while to get used to this whole upstanding citizen thing," Bubbles said with a wink, "but I'm sure that you'll be able to get used to it eventually."

Mojo leaned upwards and kissed her cheek softly, then sat back down. "It does bother you, though, doesn't it?"

"What?"

"That you'll never be able to have a wedding."

"Well, we'll just have to keep hoping," Bubbles said with a weak little smile.

Mojo smiled back. "I'd love to see you in a wedding dress you know."

"Really?" she blushed at the comment and was delighted.

She laughed and kissed his forehead. "You know, this is going to be a difficult road ahead of us. But I have high hopes for us."

"I do too."

He took her hands and squeezed them. "We'll make it somehow."

The End