Author's Note: I made this story a while back for my good friend and fellow fanfic author Robert Brown (Listed here as Proforce, you can find him in my fav. author's list). I asked him to give me a writing challenge about anything he wanted. He told me to write a story about Bunnie going back in time, since she was notably absent from the Two part SatAM Episode "A Blast to the Past". The following is the result of his request.


It had taken a little over three months for Bunnie Rabbot to work up the nerve to steal from her best friend. She didn't like the idea of taking something from Princess Sally-she was not a greedy person by nature, nor what her intended theft a matter of stealing for the sake of wanting something. This was something personal and it was something she had to do all on her own.

At sixteen, Bunnie had been living well over five years with a curse no other Mobian was forced to endure. Every time she went to bed, she lied on her back and turning over onto her side could have disastrous results if she wasn't careful. She could smash her bed to pieces and although her never complained when he had to fix something that she had accidentally broken, but she hated to see that she was being a burden to her friends. There were better things for him to do than fix her clumsy mistakes.

He was constantly doing things to her legs and arm-both robotic-and while the exact nature of the Roboticizer was still a mystery, Bunnie still got chills thinking of the spare rods and bolts that he gone into repairing her over the years. Were those going to become flesh and blood if she were ever De-Roboticized? Or were they going to stay the same? She had nightmares of x-rays of her body filled with a cloud of screws and rivets and in her darkest of nightmares she lie still, in a wheelchair, with only her left arm to do for her. When she looked down to her pelvis, she had only cold steel from her waist down. It was a crude and embarrassing way of life for her and lately she had begun to think she would not be able to be a mother and bear her own children. She would not even be able to make love to a man and at sixteen she had begun to more than wonder what she would be missing.

Be they justified or simple nerves, Bunnie was determined to do something more than simply put herself in another malfunctioning machine and cross her fingers.

But to do this, she had to steal from Sally.

She had planned and studied. Bunnie knew Sally better than anyone and that included her schedule. As it so happened, she had planned for this particular instance. A late spring storm had brought the river level to it's crest and it wasn't unheard of for a large bit of timber to break one of the bridge's support beams. It was not hard to make the beam look like it was struck by a fallen tree trunk. Sally had a stock of replacements, but it was still an all day job without her.

They would make due on their own, just for today.

She had herself buried in her blankets when Sally came knocking at her door.

Bunnie let out a raspy cough and said, "Come in" as weakly as she could.

Sally came in and saw the humidifier, the crumpled handkerchiefs, and Bunnie laying in bed with her back to the door and put two and two together. "Bunnie, are you sick?"

"Yah, Sally-girl. Musta got me one-o them spring bugs." She added a few coughs and a deep sniffle to add a little proof. She only hoped Sally would buy it and not recognize their old sick routine from when they were little girls. It never fooled Rosie, but Bunnie had never skirted work and never had a reason to deceive Sally before.

"Oh. Well, the bridge got hit by a tree truck and snapped one of the support beams. We could really use your help with it."

In one of her rare moments of anger, Bunnie felt a flush of red rise in her cheeks. Would they need her help if she wasn't a walking forklift? It was petty and cruel of her to thin so but she used it for fuel, building the fire of her determination to do the final deed.

"Aw, come on, Sally-girl. Can't it wait till tomorrow?"

Sally rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I suppose we can to some of the preliminary work ourselves and get it ready for whenever you feel better. The water is still a bit high anyway. Sure, take some time to rest. I'll be gone all day, though. Can you watch after yourself?"

"Ah'll be fine, sugar. Jes' go an' take care-o that there bridge. Ah promise ah'll feel better in the morning'."

"Alright. Rest well, Bunnie." Sally closed the door behind her and prepared for a day of work and preparations that would have sped by much faster if Bunnie hadn't fallen ill.

In her hut, Bunnie waited.

After an hour, she knew Sally would have all of Knothole helping on the problem. By her reckoning, she had till sundown. She might not need it, but she had to have everything go off without a hitch. It had to be perfect, no piece out of place. Thinking so far ahead was normally Sally's job, but this was personal to her in a way Sally couldn't truly understand.

When she was sure the whole of the village was ten minutes walk away, she reached under her covers and produced a bundle. Tucking it under her arm, she went out through her front door and made her way to Sally's hut, just a short jog away. She shut the door behind her and secured the latch, just to be sure. Then she took five steps forward and tapped the floorboards with her foot until one of them sounded a little off.

Bunnie punched through the floor and tore the floorboards apart until she finally reached down and produced a wooden box with a lock on it. She broke the lock off easily and gasped when she looked inside, a soft, golden glow emerging from within.

With great reverence, Bunnie pulled the Time Stones out of their hidden chest.