A (god) Family's affection
I've never written a very sad fic...decided to give it a shot. When Timmy's parents pass beyond the mortal veil, Cosmo and Wanda adopt a heartbroken Timmy into their home as their older fairy son. Timmy finds, perhaps he's not so alone.
I REALLY don't want to offend anyone in any way, so do forgive me if I in any way offend, gentle readers.
"Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household world that it always was,
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It it the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well."
Even Vicky could be seen giving a sympathetic glance towards the twer-er.....Timmy that
day.
Even Crock-pot showed up in a horrible old suit his mother made him wear with a bowl of rice pudding for the meal service afterwards.
Pappy was mourning the death of his son and daughter in law, and actually not falling asleep or forgetting where he was in the pews.
Tootie couldn't stand to see Timmy like this-hunched over, much thinner then usual, pale, and with red eyes that continuously dropped pearls of lament.
Five days ago-it had happened.
Mr. and Mrs. Turner were supposed to be in bed-they both caught terrible colds-and they were on their way to an....arm wrestling competition against the Dinklebergs....or, as Dad put it....."Grrrrrr........Dinklebergs......"
They had driven around the block several times before remembering that the Dinklebergs
lived next door.
And then, a blue car rushed into them, sending them spinning off the road and into a ravine....
Timmy could remember that night as if the memory were burned into his skull. Which, it probably was.
After chasing Timmy with a bazooka, Vicky turned to the ringing phone reluctantly.
"Whaaaat?" she asked crankily and rudely. Timmy had taken a moment to race into the
emergency bear pit he made for such situations.
There was a nasty silence. Timmy peeked out nervously. Was this a trick?
Vicky had gone an unpleasant porridge color. She lowered the phone, and actually bit her
lip.
"Well....doesn't look like I'm going to be paid tonight," she said finally, mostly to herself.
Timmy blinked.
Why were there sirens outside? Did the police catch Vicky digging up graves again?
But no.
That hadn't been that all.
Even Cosmo was more then fairly serious as they ended up spending the rest of the
horrible night in Timmy's room, poofing him into a goldfish alongside Poof, where the
two cried all night long.
It was ripping out Wanda's heart to see her godson like so, so she had put him and Poof
(who cried beside him seeing his older brother cry) into an enchanted sleep when morning
had come once they cried themselves out, so that they wouldn't have to think or feel
anymore.
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People kept attempting to hug the poor child, but three pairs of arms refused to let go of
him.
Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof were disguised as humans...in other words, they were walking,
wearing their Sunday apparel, and had big billboards on their fronts that said in bold
letters, NORMAL HUMANS.
Timmy sniffed as the minister went up to blab about his parents. Really, it had little to do
with Timmy's parents, whose snowy white coffins had been lowered into the muddy
earth already.
Timmy was glad it was raining. He didn't think he'd be able to stand it if nature had given
a lovely day to put someone down forever. He sniffled and rubbed at his eyes. Cosmo had
put an arm around him.
The state had wanted to put Timmy into the foster care program, but someone had already
"volunteered" to adopt him....
For the first time in days, Timmy smiled as he remembered his godparents' pleas to
Jorgan...
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"If I said "no" the first one hundred times, what makes you think I'll say "Yes" now?!"
"But you have to let Timmy come live us!" exclaimed Wanda.
"Pretty-pretty please with sugar and turnips on top?" cried Cosmo.
Jorgan gave him a strange look.
"Turnips?"
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it."
Jorgan glared at the three. "No Fairy godparent has ever adopted their godchild-"
"It doesn't say in the rules that we can't!"
"Well-yes-but-you'd have to turn the boy into a fairy! You'd have to raise him yourself!
FOREVER!"
"Pleeeeeeaasssse?" asked Poof timidly, giving a wide, violet eyed, look of pure
innocence.
Jorgan staggered back. "No...no....fairy baby....s-so cute......cannot......must not...."
"Pwetty Plllleeeeeeeeassssse?"
Jorgan crashed his wand down.
"Fine then! FINE! Sign here, and you can move him in at Fairy World after the funeral or
after the end of time. Now, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
And everyone disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
No, Timmy decided after the funeral, after he had said his good-byes to friends, saying that he was being adopted by relatives in....Canada....he wasn't alone.
Timmy's hat got a crown once more, with a pair of wings and a wand of his own that day as they left the Turner's old home for a quaint little cottage in Fairy World. Mama Cosma was
delighted...those she'd hoped they'd move next door.
Cosmo had suggested they do something totally stupid in Fairy World as a memento to Timmy's parents, and Timmy, to everyone's surprise, agreed.
Now they were terrorizing Fairy World-Jorgan never said they couldn't drive a Rocket around Fairy World-vrooming with the speed of light, making people scream and dash for cover.
Timmy leaned closer to his new mother, who too, put an arm around him once again.
Timmy looked up at the violet sky, a small smile on his lips.
"It's okay, Mom, Dad," he said softly. "I'll be okay."
And, with that said, the car vanished in a flurry of gold and blue sparks into the distance.
Fin