This is a one shot based off the flashback scene from chapter six of Forbidden Love, but mostly from Buttercup's point of view. I want to give a special thanks to Mitchi-chan for giving me the idea to do this. I hope you enjoy.

Buttercup's POV

I couldn't believe it. This was the first Saturday night we had off in weeks, and none of us could find anything good to do. Isn't this supposed to be the best time of our lives? After all, we were seventeen and seniors in high school. We could be going to a party tonight and having fun, but Blossom broke up with yet another one of her boyfriends. So she's feeling pretty depressed.

Why can't she do what I do when I'm feeling down? Punch out a few baddies and get on with your life, but no. Here she is crying over some snot-nosed punk who doesn't deserve her.

We were sitting around eating pizza and watching some sad romantic movie, and suddenly the hot line phone rang. Great. I thought. Now, it's time for some action.

"Hello, Mayor," Bubbles said, answering the phone. She paused for a second. "Sure, Mayor, we're on it." She hung up the phone and looked at us. "It's the Rowdy Ruff Boys again wreaking havoc downtown."

"Let's go," Blossom said as we flew out of the house.

Finally, we were getting some action. We made it to downtown in no time. There they were trashing up the place like usual. Damn, those Rowdy Ruff Boys, especially Butch. He always had that smug look on his face, but in a way he was cute. Too bad he was a bad guy. I flew right towards him and pounded him in his face. I had the upper hand this time, and he knew it.

He looked surprised, but got back up and went right for me. Damn! He got me good. I was lying on ground dazed a bit, but not out for the count. I got back up and that when it happened. He took something out of his pocket and threw it at me.

There was a big explosion and a bright yellow light. That's all I remembered before things faded to black.

Butch's POV

I looked down and saw Buttercup's lifeless body lying on the ground. What had I done? Was she dead? I checked for a pulse. She had one, and it was strong. Damn. That blast should have killed her, but here she was still alive. I picked up her unconscious body and joined my brothers. I looked down and saw that her two sisters were hurt too, but they were still conscious.

"Let's go, guys," I said.

Brick looked at me strangely as I carried Buttercup in my arms. "Why don't you just drop her and be done with it?" Brick asked.

"Brick, I can't do that. She's hurt." I flew ahead and didn't speak to either of my brothers, until we returned to Mojo's.

As we entered, Mojo was waiting for us. He wasn't too happy.

"What is this?" he asked.

"She's hurt," I said. "And I just couldn't leave her there."

"Don't look at us," Brick said. "It was Butch's idea."

"What is wrong with you boys?" Mojo screamed at us. "You were supposed to killed these Power Puffs, not invite them over."

"But Mojo," Boomer said. "She's no threat. Look at her."

Buttercup lay limp in my arms. At that moment, I didn't want to kill her. In fact, it was the opposite. I wanted to save her. It was a strange feeling. For years, I had been fighting her, and suddenly I wanted to protect her.

"We're not killing her," I said. Mojo knew I meant it.

Mojo approached me and eyed Buttercup from head to toe. "So weak, our enemy," Mojo said. "But we can't take any chances."

Mojo went into his lab as I sat down with Buttercup unconscious in my arms. I looked on her face, and even through her bruises I could see how beautiful she was.

He came back a few minutes later with a silver bracelet. I knew what that was, a power nullifying device.

"Mojo, you can put that on her," I said. "Without her powers, she'll die."

"The sooner the better," he said and clamped in onto her wrist, before I could stop him. Only he knew the code to release it. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, and I felt her body going cold.

"Mojo, you're killing her," I shouted. "I'm not going to let her die. Alive she's a hostage, but dead..."

"Do with her what you will, but that device stays put."

"Fine," I said and carried her back to my room.

I laid her on my bed and covered her with a blanket. Then I went to the bathroom to get a warm rag to wipe the sweat off her forehead. She was so still and helpless at that moment. I escaped the fight with just a few scrapes and bruises.

Her body was so cold that I thought for sure she would die. I felt sick thinking about it. For some reason, I didn't want her to die.

I stripped down to my boxers and stripped her body down to her underwear. God, she was beautiful. Damn, I had to stop thinking that way. I lay down in the bed next to her, hoping my body heat would warm hers. That night I held her in my arms and felt her body beginning to warm. She was still unconscious when I drifted off.

Buttercup's POV

Suddenly my eyes opened and felt my whole body ache. I wondered where I was. I realized that I wasn't alone. Someone was on top of me. When I realized who it was, I started to scream.

"Get off me!" I screamed and slapped him in that face. He opened his eyes and looked at me. I tried fighting him, but I was so weak. He quickly grabbed my arms and held me down.

"Stop it! Buttercup," he shouted. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Liar!" I screamed at him. I noticed that my clothes were off which added to my horror. "What did you do to me?"

He was on top of me, trying hard to hold me down. "Buttercup, stop!" he shouted.

"Let me go!" I screamed. I squirmed under his grip, but he was still too strong for me. "Please, let me go," I cried. Couldn't he see that I was scared and upset? "Why are you going this?"

"So Mojo doesn't kill you," he said. I looked into his eyes, and for some strange reason I didn't see any malice, only concern. Was this a ploy just to trick me? In my weakened state, he could have easily killed me. Why was he showing all this concern? "Please, just stay quiet," he said in a soft voice. "I promise that I'll get you out of here."

"Okay," I whispered to him, my voice trembling. He was looking down at me so intensely that it was making me tremble. Then I looked down and realized why. I was practically naked, only being in my bra and panties. "But why am I..." I started to say and felt myself blush.

"Oh, that," he said, getting off of me. "Your body temperature was low. You would have died if I didn't sleep here with you. Don't worry. I didn't do anything... indecent?"

It was a relief to hear him say that. I just hoped it was true. I tried to sit up, but I felt dizzy and held my head and groaned. "What's wrong with me?" I asked.

"Please, just lay back down," he said. I did as he asked, still too weak to protest, so I remained quiet. Why did I suddenly trust him? I didn't understand. Something inside told me that he wasn't going to hurt me. "Stay here," he said. "And I'll go get you something to eat." I nodded in agreement and snuggled into his bed. He smiled at me, and something came to my mind, something exciting and disturbing. What if something did happen last night, part of me wished it had. I watched him out of the corner on my eye as he put on some clothes. I felt something wet between my legs. What was happening to me? Did I want him? I blocked that thought from my mind as he walked to the door. He left the room and locked the door behind him. That's when it dawned on me that I was his prisoner.

I just had to get out of here, no matter what. I threw the blankets off of me and tried to sit up. I was dizzy but managed to maintain my sitting position. I was able to rise to my feet, but I lost my balance and fell. Still, I was determined to escape. I started to crawl to the door, but before I could reach it he came back in.

I tried to lift myself up, but my vision became blurred and my arms weakened so much that I collapsed onto the floor. The next thing I knew I was in his arms. He laid me back down on the bed and sat down next to me.

"What the hell were you doing?" he demanded to know.

"I want out of here," I snapped at him.

"That will take time," he said. "You're too weak to go anywhere, so would you just let me take care of you?"

I looked down and noticed the shiny bracelet on my arm. "What the hell is this thing?"

"Mojo put it on you," he said. "It nullifies your powers."

"Get it off me," I demanded.

"I can't," he said. "Only Mojo knows the code, but don't worry. I'll get that thing off you somehow, but you just have to trust me."

I turned away from him, wondering why he was doing this. "Why don't you just kill me now?"

He refused to answer me and just grabbed a tray off the floor and went to the door and locked it. He walked back over to me and sat down next to me. "I brought you some breakfast."

Out of my stubbornness I turned away and said, "I don't want it."

"Buttercup, don't be stubborn," he said. "You need to eat."

I managed to sit up a little, and I looked at him. I was still determined to be abstinent, and I realized I was sitting there so exposed. "I don't like you sitting there staring at me in my underwear."

"Okay, fine," he said and went over to his dresser drawer and pulled out a black T-shirt with a green lightning bolt printed on it. "Here, put this on."

Well, this was better than nothing. It made me uncomfortable having him staring at my breasts. "Thank you," I said as he helped me pulled it over my head.

"Now, will you eat?" he asked. I nodded in agreement as he picked up the bowl of oatmeal and spooned some and lifted it to my mouth.

"I can..." before I could finish speaking he shoved the spoon in my mouth. I swallowed it, but he really pissed me off. "Why did you do that?" I screamed at him. "I'm not a baby. I can feed myself."

"Buttercup, you can barely sit up," he said. "Just let me take care of you. You don't do exactly as I say, and Mojo and my brothers are going to kill you. Understand?"

That sent a cold shiver up my spine. "Yeah," I said but my body started to shake. It was strange that he was trying to comfort me.

"It'll be okay," he said in a soft voice, putting his hand on the back of my head. He was so gentle and sweet, but he really didn't have to be. After all, I was his prisoner. Why all the care and concern? "Buttercup, I won't let them hurt you. I promise."

He fed me the rest of the oatmeal and helped me wash it down with a glass of orange juice.

"How do you feel now?" he asked. I leaned back against him, feeling so wiped out.

"Tired," I simply said.

I felt my eyelids getting heavy, and he laid me back down on the bed. I must have fallen asleep, because I don't remember much about the next few days, just Butch bringing me food, helping me to the bathroom and watching over me. I never saw Mojo or any of his brothers. I wondered if he had anything to do with that.

I felt myself getting stronger as the days passed, but I wondered what would happen to me when I was better. Plus, with this bracelet on me, I couldn't use my powers. It made me I feel so helpless. I wondered if I could really trust Butch. Why was he doing this? The thought kept going through my head.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door, which startled me awake. I gasped when I heard the banging.

Butch turned to me. He must have seen the frightened look on my face. "Don't worry," he said, and caressed my cheek. I lay back down as he left the room and locked the door behind him.

I listened closely and could hear the conversation going on outside the door.

"Hey, what's going on, Butch?" It was Brick's voice. "Why are you protecting her?"

"I don't know." I heard him say. "When I saw her there so helpless, something... I don't know. I just couldn't let Mojo kill her. That's all."

"You better be careful, or Mojo just might kill you." That statement scared me. What if Mojo did kill him? And why did I care?

"I'll take my chances," he said and unlocked the door and came back in.

I was sitting up in bed and staring at him. I remembered what Brick asked him and decided I needed an answer to that question. "You never really answered the question," I said. Butch looked so confused.

He came up to me and sat down next to me. "What question?"

"Why did you save me when Mojo could have just killed me?"

"I don't know," he said and looked away from me. "I just couldn't."

I put her hands on either side of his face and forced him to look at me. It hit me then and there. "I know," I said. I looked deep into his eyes, and I could see it. Without thinking, I leaned towards him and pressed my lips on his. Some sort of electricity went through me, and I just couldn't stop myself.

I'm not sure why, but he broke off the kiss and looked into my eyes. There was a stunned expression on his face. "Why did you do that?" he asked me.

"Because you wanted me to," I said, and I kissed him again.

Something strange came over him at that moment, and he lowered me onto the bed, kissing me fiercely. I could have screamed out for him to stop, but I didn't. I couldn't understand why. Why was I letting him do this to me? Would he have stopped, or would he have forced himself on me? When he looked into my eyes there was no malice or ill will. So whatever fear I had melted away.

I saw a look of hunger in his eyes, and I knew it was in mine as well. He took off his shirt and stared into my eyes. I stared at his chest and couldn't help myself. I wanted to touch him so badly. I glided my hands down his chest, and the hunger in his eyes became more apparent.

He hovered over me and took off the shirt he had given me to wear. Still, I didn't try to stop him. It was just the opposite. Instead, I wrapped my arms around him as he touched his lips to mine. I opened my mouth and glided my tongue over his. The taste was so sweet, and I just had to have more.

He reached his hands around to my back and undid the clasp on my bra strap. He broke off our kiss for an instant to remove it completely. I lay against the pillows, as my breathing slowed down. I inched down my panties and kicked them off. I lay there, spreading my legs just slightly.

"Now, you see me," I said, just above a whisper. "Now, I want to see you."

He didn't say a word as he stood up and removed his pants and boxers. I just stared at him with lust in my eyes.

He crawled back onto the bed and went for my lips again. He worked his way down to my neck, gliding his tongue up and down. I moaned softly, and his hands found their way to my breasts. I continued to moan as his tongue found its way down to my left breast. Oh, god, I wanted more. Everything he was doing to me felt so good. My hands found their way to the back of his head, and my fingers ran through his hair. He just seemed to get more aggressive after that, and I loved it.

"Do you want me?" I whispered in his ear.

He looked into my eyes and said, "Hell, yeah."

"Then take it," she whispered.

Still, I didn't understand why I was letting him do this to me. All I knew was that I didn't want him to stop. Was this just sex, or was he making love to me? At that moment I didn't care. It wasn't enough. I wanted more, and I wanted Butch to give it to me.

I spread her legs, and I felt something enter me. I felt so wet down there, and I knew he had done this to me. My body temperature was rising by the second, and I couldn't stand it anymore. I didn't care that he was my enemy. I wanted him inside me so badly, and I could tell he wanted it, too. Finally I could feel him slide inside me, but suddenly I felt a surge of unbearable pain. I screamed out.

"Hey, did I hurt you?" he asked me.

"No, not really," I said not being completely truthful with him. I screamed out again as he thrust inside me again.

He looked upon her face, and I knew he could see the tears in my eyes. "Are you in pain?" I couldn't believe he asked that question. It's like he really cared about me. Truth was I still felt a little pain, but mixed with pleasure as well.

I didn't want this to end just yet, so I shook my head. "No," I said breathlessly. "I just never done this before." I couldn't believe I told him that.

"What?" There was a look of astonishment on his face.

I pressed my lips on his. It must have ignited something in him, because he continued to thrust inside me. I continued to scream out, and my body started to shake. He held my arms down and continued with his rhythm.

The pain I felt completely left me, because I felt myself smile as the rush consumed me. I lost all control as my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt him release himself inside me as his body collapsed on top of mine.

Our bodies were still hot and sweaty as he pulled out of me. He lay down next to me and looked down between my legs. There was a patch of blood on the sheet. He looked deep into my eyes with a sort of guilty look on his face.

"Buttercup," he said. "You're really a virgin?"

"Not anymore," I said, and leaned over and kissed him.

`"Why?" he asked me. "You could have said no."

"I wanted to," was all I could think of to say. "And I wanted to... with you." It started to worry me that he felt so guilty about what we had done. "Do you regret being with me?"

"Hell, no," he said and lifted up his head and kissed me again.

By the next day I was able to stand. He still couldn't get the bracelet off of me, but I didn't care. Somehow I didn't want to leave him. He brought in some dinner for both of us, Chinese takeout. My mouth started to water as I took in the smell.

"I didn't know what you liked," he said, as he sat down next to me. "So I brought you a little bit of everything."

"Thanks," I said and dipped one of the steamed dumplings and took a bite. "It's good."

"How do you feel?" he asked me.

"I'm fine," I said. "I just wish I could get this stupid thing off."

"I'll find a way," he said. I took a few bits of the rice and washed it down with some juice.

"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked him.

"What do you have in mind?" he asked.

A knock came to the door. I jumped, startled by the noise. He went over to the door and opened it. It was Brick again.

"What?" he snapped at him.

I couldn't hear a lot of the conversation since they were mostly whispering. I ate what was left of the food, until Butch came back over to me.

He closed the door and looked back over at me. I still had his T-shirt on. He sat down next to me. He took hold of my arm, the one that held the bracelet.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

He hit something on it, and it fell off. There was a surge of power radiating within me. Then I realized that my powers were back. Butch was scared for a moment, like he thought I might hurt him. I stood up and gave him an intense look.

"Buttercup, don't," he said. "I promised to get you out of here, and I will."

I came towards him and grabbed him, kissing him hard. He started to feel up my T-shirt as I kissed him down his neck and behind his ear. I wanted him again, and I think he could feel it. I heard him moan softly. Then he suddenly stopped me.

"Buttercup," he said, almost breathless. "We have to stop."

"Why?" I asked and continued to kiss him. "Don't you want me anymore?"

"Yeah, I want you, but I have to get you out of here. Mojo is on his way back, and he not in a good mood. He'll kill you."

I stopped kissing him and looked into him eyes. "Then why don't you hand me over to him?"

"Because I don't want him to hurt you," he said. "Now, come on." He took my hand and led me out of the room.

He led me down to the back exit. With my powers being back I flew with him high up into the clouds, until we were out of sight. He had his arms around me as we flew through the air. It was so exhilarating. It was dark out as we flew down towards my house. We landed a good distance so no one would see.

"So what happens now?" I asked. My eyes dropped. The last thing I wanted to do was leave him.

"I don't know," he said and cupped my face in him hands and kissed me. We wrapped ourselves around each other for what felt like an eternity, until we had no choice to break apart.

I was silent as I walked towards my house. I looked back a few times. There were tears in my eyes, and I think he saw it. I looked back one last time, before I opened the door. He had disappeared, and suddenly my heart ached for him.

I walked in to see my sisters in the living room with our dad in a deep discussion. I had a feeling it was about me.

"Hey, everyone," I said. They all looked up in astonishment and ran to me and hugged me.

"Buttercup, we were so worried," Bubbles squeaked out practically straggling me.

"Are you okay?" Blossom said through her tears. "When we couldn't find you, we thought..."

"Really, I'm okay," I said. "Someone found me, and took care of me." I didn't give them any more details then that.

Dad just hugged me and cried. "Buttercup, I thought I'd lost you for good."

"I'm home now, and that's all that matters." He let go of me and just looked at me.

Somehow, I was different. I wasn't the same girl I was before all this happened. I wondered if they noticed. If they did, they didn't say anything.

"Look, guys, I'm really tired. I just thought I'd go up to bed. We'll talk in the morning."

"Alright, honey," Dad said. "Call if you need anything."

"I will," I said, and I walked up the stairs to my room.

Somehow, I didn't feel like flying. When got to my room I closed the door and realized that I was still wearing Butch's T-shirt. I couldn't bear the thought of taking it off. I lay in my bed and wondered what would happen now. Were we still enemies, or friends, or lovers? Or were we a combination of all three? I just wasn't sure, but I hoped to find out.

Well, that's the end. I hope I did a good job. I always worry that the story isn't good enough. So, drop me a line and let me know what you think. See you next story.