Authors' Note:

Edited as of 7-16-09. If you see any troubles please don't be afraid to tell me. My dyslexia does have a way of making me blind, even with spell check and four rereads :P.

This is my first PPGs fanfic ever in the history of my being a fan. I do not read any PPGs fanfic myself so if any ideas are of the sort that have been done a hundred times before I am sorry. All I can say is that I know nothing about the online fandom and this idea was born 100% from my having watched one too many Him episodes from the glorious complete series set. Enjoy..or not :). Fluff=lots of talking. Due to the nature of this, chapters may be very short. Mr. Narrator liked...I mean, likes to use bold to say things :3. Dates in the story are based on the idea of if time had progressed normally from the girls birthday (as five year olds) of November 18, 1998 (the start of the official tv series). I do not own Flashdance, 'It's All Coming Back To Me Now', Make-A-Wish, Sex In The City, books, historical happenings, or a pretty pair of high heeled boots :(.

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Prologue

November 14th, 2009 4:30 am

A rather upscale looking house sat in a everyday street in the suburbs of a town with mile high skyscrapers and a very early bedtime. The homes upper story was dotted with three circular windows, one almost completely blocked by books, the next a collection of famous athlete bobbleheads, and the last a vase holding lifelike silk daffodils.

The city of Townsville..is no stranger to time. No sir! Time passes here just as it does everywhere.

A clock ticked away almost as though its inner workings were pillowed by some outside claim. The small room decorated all in matching shades of sky blue was a mellow mix of bright cherry bubblegum pop band posters and clippings from horse magazines that hung in a handmade colleague framed with lace over a small mirrored vanity.

The vanity was clearly second hand, painted two times over, the way it was lovingly layered with stickers, pictures of the owners' friends, and watercolor paintings lent it a new sort of charm.

In another corner an overflowing toy hammock showed proudly the lifes' work of a dedicated stuffed animal collector, holding every type of animal from unicorns to polar bears.

Every animal….save one.

And like everywhere, nearly eleven years time means that little girls that were once five year olds are now almost sixteen. But unlike everywhere else, Townsville has the help of a special three super powered teenagers, still known as…The Powerpuff girls! It's too bad one of them has been feeling under the….but what's this?

The blond haired teenage girl snuggled down to hold a small purple octopus wearing a tiny top hat closer to her flushed cheek. Its' sleepy looking painted gaze stared blankly out into the silence a moment before her blue ones joined them, snapping open to take in the dim light of not quite morning.

Her fuzzy pom-pom covered slippers hovered a few inches clear of the carpet littered with used tissues as she drifted without a sound to the far window, opening it and flying out after a quick look over her shoulder.

Uh oh, hello young lovers, I hope Bubbles knows what she's doing…

Alone on the rumpled bed, the stitched smile of Octi never wavered as he looked after the neon blue trail that flashed into night sky…and was gone.