Fairly Odd Parents was created by Butch Hartman and is owned by Nickelodeon Animation Studios

Note: Until such a time as official first/last names are given to certain characters I will be making up my own. If there are canon names for these characters please inform me so that I might make amends to this text.

Chapter 1
Wash Out

Dimmsdale.

Vicky Lafferty never thought she'd be back here. Dimmsdale was a starting block where one spent their formative years yet ultimately abandoned. When she'd backed her car seven years ago she'd hoped to never look back. Now she was crawling back in a rusty old station wagon fueled by $15.00 of gas and her own self-loathing.

Dimmsdale! She even hated the name of this forsaken piece of American suburbia! Saying the word aloud felt like a wet fart spat from her lips. Dimmsdale was where people became stagnant and retired to lifetimes of tedious boredom. With her car's radio broken she only had her thoughts to bounce back and forth in her troubled mind and the more she remembered this urban sinkhole the more violent her thoughts became.

Does the world expect Vicky Lafferty to flip burgers or work behind the desk of a post office?! Vicky realized she was digging her fingernails into the steering wheel of the car and took a deep breath.

This is only temporary, V. You're going to get through this.

She'd washed out. Dropped out of college and drifted from job to job. Vicky wouldn't admit it to anyone, but there was no one to blame but herself. Incapable of keeping a consistent job or boyfriend Vicky had been adrift. It was her attitude that everyone cited as the problem, but she'd spat their criticisms right back in their face.

At 1:28 PM Vicky pulled into an all too familiar house and let out a sigh.

Shoot me now...

Stepping out of the car she looked like hell. Vicky wore a pair of tight black yoga pants and a green crop top. The shirt, which revealed her smooth stomach and the jade colored naval piercing, appeared to have one had a logo that would have rested on her bust, but had worn out long ago due to frequent use. A clamshell cell phone and wallet rested at her hip under the elastic band of her pants. Her typically bright red hair tied into a ponytail. Even from a distance, one look at that hair would tell she hadn't showered in days. A large duffle bag full of clothes was her only piece of luggage in hand. The rest of her world possessions had either been sold or put in storage.

Vicky hoped no one saw her in this state. She had the creeping suspicion that one of her peers from high school would pop out from behind a fence and laugh at her expense. Icky Vicky! Icky Vicky! They would cry and she'd have no excuse. She looked icky. She felt icky.

When she made it to the door she let out a sigh of relief, but she still felt insecure. She rung the doorbell and silently prayed her luck would hold out.

Here we go...

"Welcome home, Victoria!" The door flew open and Vicky's mother arms wrapped tightly around her eldest daughter.

"Ack!" Vicky gaped. "Hi mom."

Nicky Lafferty loosened the hold around her eldest daughter and smiled. "Did you have any trouble getting here?"

"No...it's pretty easy to remember all the streets once you get back." Vicky sneakily wiggled free of her mother's grasp.

"Well, you know what they say: it's always easy coming home." Mrs. Lafferty reached for the handle of Vicky's bag.

"You don't need to carry that for me, mom." Vicky blushed. Not home two minutes and already mom was treating her like a child. How embarrassing!

"Nonsense! You're our guest." Vicky relinquished the bag and took several steps inside. "The Laffertys take care of their own."

Mrs. Lafferty held the bag in her left hand and ushered Vicky in with the right. The family house hadn't changed much sense Vicky had left for college. Different magazines on the tables, but all and all the first floor was exactly the same as she remembered it. Fuzzy brown carpet in the living room and wooden floors of the Kitchen. The smell of Febreze lingered in the air, no doubt from last some last minute cleaning on her mother's part.

Home sweet boring home.

Outside in the backyard however was a different story. Where there once had been an immaculately well kept lawn there was dug a swimming pool. If she were asked 25x10 meters would be Vicky's best guess.

"You and dad got that pool?" Vicky asked a hint of excitement slipping into her voice. She pressed her hands against the recently washed sliding glass door leading to the backyard, not thinking of the fingerprints her greasy hands were leaving behind.

"Yep! We had it finished back in March. Hope you brought your swimsuit!" Her mother began carrying Vicky's back up the stairs.

"I did!"

That's what I need. Vicky smiled at the prospect of forgetting all life's troubles beneath the cooling water. Vicky couldn't wait. Crystal clear water and four chairs ideal for tanning seemed to beckon for her to join them. She'd been meaning to work on her tan...

A rumble in her tummy drew Vicky's attention away from her future pleasure. Turning around Vicky made her way to the kitchen. Opening the fridge she took inventory of what her parents had stocked. Microwaveable burritos, Hot Pockets, milk, soda, etc. Clearly they hadn't done much shopping yet so Vicky decided to crack open a can of Coca-Cola. She'd ask her mother what there was to eat when she came back down.

As she brought the can to her lips she saw a blur of pink race around the corner. Before she knew what had happened a young man collided with her causing the drink to splash over her face and down her shirt!

"Son of a bitch!" Vicky coursed loudly. She could feel the sugary liquid seep down her neck, soaking into her top and bra, causing the fabric of both to cling to her flesh.

"Sorry!" the young man immediately exclaimed.

"Watch where you're going!" Vicky howled in his direction. When she locked eyes with the young man in the pink t-shirt her tongue dried. Her right hand which had been in a fist immediately went lax.

"Oh, uh," he stammered. A glimmer of fear entered his eyes. "Hi...Vicky."

Vicky couldn't respond. She knew this young man. It had been seven years but she knew him. Even more frightening: she didn't want to accept that it was him.

Please don't tell me you're-

"You know Timmy Turner," Mrs. Lafferty said, coming back down the stairs having delivered Vicky's bag to her room. "You used to baby sit him, remember?"

"T-Timmy," Vicky stammered on her dry tongue but then gave herself a mental kick in the butt. "How have you been?"

"Pretty good..." He clearly was anxious in her presence. Vicky hoped it was just his memories of the babysitting years and not her unkempt appearance that had him at unease.

Tootie came around the corner, immediately throwing her arms around Timmy. Vicky had heard something about the two of them dating but hadn't paid it much thought until now. Tootie had matured into an attractive young woman. Tootie hadn't even noticed Vicky's arrival yet, but when she did she smiled.

"Hey Vicky!" Tootie sounded enthusiastic but Vicky doubted she was.

"Hey, Toots." It had been easier saying her sister's name aloud than Turner's.

Vicky's eyes watched the interaction attentively, watching how Tootie's arms worked around Timmy's chest. She hardly took note of her sister's presence, for it was the grown-up Turner that had her transfixed. Mentally she took note of the muscle outlined beneath Timmy's tight pink shirt, and the strong arms that held Tootie close.

Vicky hated admitting it but two of them looked good together. Vicky hated that. Her life had gone to hell and she hated seeing anyone else happy.

Tootie looked over to their mom who had made it back to the kitchen. "Hey mom, Timmy and I were going to get milkshakes."

"Sure, just be back in time for dinner!"

In an instant the two were gone leaving Vicky stunned, angry, and most of all confused.

"V, would you like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" Mrs. Lafferty asked, gently nudging Vicky away from the fridge. Vicky only nodded.

"That's Timmy Turner?" Vicky finally said as her mom.

"Yep! Hard to believe he's grown so much, isn't it?"

"They both have..." Vicky mumbled.

"Oh yes," Mrs. Lafferty said as she pulled the ingredients from the cupboard. "They've been dating for about a year now. They make a cute couple don't you think?"

Couple. Vicky didn't know why but that word stung and sent shivers up her spine.

"I suppose they do."

Mrs. Lafferty handed Vicky the sandwich. The crust was gone and the sandwhich was cut into perfect right-angle triangles. Just the way Vicky liked it.

After eating her sandwich Vicky had dismissed herself in order to freshen up. She was long overdue for a shower, but no amount of soap could clean the sense of inadequacy that had crept up on her like a wolf. In the bathroom mirror Vicky scrutinized every aspect of her being. From her pale white skin, lean physique, B-cup breasts, the curve of her hips, and her wet red hair which hung over her head like a mop nothing was off the table in the imminent self-destructive smack down.

Look at yourself, you sack of shit. There once was a time when Vicky Lafferty had considered herself a sex bomb. In high school she always flirted with the hottest guys and had enjoyed wearing her tight pants and crop tops. But now? Her breasts weren't anything spectacular, her curves were there, but were hardly striking. She was thin because she hadn't eaten much, not because she exercised regularly. How vain she was to wear her crop tops and piercings thinking that any guy would take an interesting in this!

Vicky closed her eyes and pounded a hand against the counter. A warm trickle of slid down her cheek. She was crying. More weakness, more failure! She immediately wiped the tears from her face, but she couldn't stop. She looked up into her own pink eyes reflected off the surface of the mirror.

"Turner," Vicky uttered in a hushed whisper. That was Timmy Turner I saw. Last time she'd seen Timmy Turner was when he was 12 years old. It was the last time she had babysat him before moving on to college. In her mind he had permanently remained that frightened little boy. Now the frightened young was gone. He'd been replaced by a young man in the prime of his life.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Vicky uttered in disgust. This had to be some kind of joke. While she'd been fading away into mediocrity Turner was shaping into a regular grade-A man.

"I was strong. I was in control!" Though her words were defiant the stream of tears contradicted her words.

Timmy Turner. He was an attractive young man at the edge of adulthood. Timmy Turner, who Vicky She once controlled... Now he was all grown up with muscles and shit and snuggling up to Tootie. It was enough to make her sick.

At that moment something mischievous whispered in her ear. I controlled him. An evil thought crossed Vicky's mind and a smile spread across her lips. Somewhere inside this 19 year old heartthrob was the frightened young boy of yesteryear.

He could be broken. He could be controlled.

That thought sent a shiver of delight up Vicky's spine, straightening her posture. Her tears had ceased to flow. A hunger she hadn't felt in years stirred in her belly. In all her years away from home, from babysitting, she'd forgotten what it was like to be in control. There was something intoxicating about exerting your will over another human being and she'd suppressed the hunger for nine long years.

"I will be obeyed." Vicky grinned. She didn't yet know how she'd do it, but nothing could put a damper on her spirits. It was only a matter of time before she would take control of things once more.

With renewed confidence Vicky proudly struck a pose with her right hand on her hip. She felt renewed, like a 16 year old again, but above all else she felt sexy.

Vicky Lafferty was home.