A/N: Alright I know what I said about trying to finish projects that I already started but for some reason I couldn't help this one(Damn you Sky, finish that Fiction!) Ye's this is Her doing, and sadly to say, I don't think that the story that inspired this will ever be finished. Well, that aside...

Disclaimer: I do Not own FOP or it's characters.

I hope you enjoy the first chapter of

~Special Circumstances~

1

Timmy tugged on the tie that now felt too tight around his neck, as it were slowly constricting him more and more to the point where he couldn't breathe. The suit he had on seemed to squeeze on him, cutting off all of his senses. He couldn't see his parents horrified faces, couldn't hear the judge's gavel sharply smacking against the platform as he concluded the trial, he couldn't feel himself breathing as if time itself froze in sheer shock and horror at the verdict. All he could think of was the sentence;

The Turner parents will have the custody of their child, Timmy Turner, removed…permanently.

Somewhere deep down in his soul, the darkest part of him screamed that they deserved it; they needed a punishment for their continuous actions. They had been leaving him alone for almost Nine years, now they were finally paying for it. But why now? Why now when it actually mattered? The room was met with a deathly quiet that almost chilled the air, Timmy took a quick glance down at the terror stricken faces of his godparents, Cosmo and Wanda, who were disguised as pens. They met eyes for a moment and when his pleading crystal blue eyes met their mourning ones, Timmy already knew.

There was nothing they could do.

As the patrons of the court were grimly packing away papers and pens, the bailiff had walked over to escort Timmy's parents away, never to be seen again. He wasn't letting them go, not without a fight.

"Mom, Dad!"

Mr. and Mrs. Turner whirled around so fast the bailiff couldn't react fast enough to stop them, they held out their arms and Timmy launched to them, feeling the warm arms of his mom and dad engulf him in a bittersweet goodbye that none of them could change. Timmy felt someone tugging at him, trying to pry him away from his only parents who he heard sobbing into his hair.

"No! Please!" Timmy wailed as he was finally ripped from their embrace, he saw them being forcefully dragged away to a back door the probably contained some sort of holding cell. This wasn't how he should act, never; he shouldn't be sobbing and crying like a baby who needed changing. He should've been strong and silent, accepting his fate. But he just couldn't, not now. It was tearing him up inside to know this was the last time he would see his parents. After some de-escalation and more pounding from the judge, things calmed down enough for him to chastise Timmy for his actions, Timmy couldn't blame him for being angry, he's probably done this type of case a hundred times over. It was just his job; he had no right to be sympathetic. Timmy looked at him through his bangs, staring death into his eyes. He saw the judge tense up slightly, a sour look on his face.

"Get him out of here and to Dimmsdale Social Services." He said gruffly, Timmy sneered at him.

"Done with me already, judge?" Timmy spat. "I think there's still some more of my life you forgot to destroy!"

"Get him out, NOW!" he yelled, the police grabbed him up and put cuffs on him, he winced as they were too snug for his liking. Timmy didn't struggle after that, not caring what really happened to him now. He knew that everything was about to be taken from him, his home, his Godparents, his memories. With a small poof, two pink and green pens appeared in his breast pocket, silently ready to at least wish him away from all of this; it being the least they could do. Timmy stayed quiet though, watching the world through the dark locks of his hair, hating everything. They just watched as his body would shake suddenly from held in sobs and tears that streaked his face. The police officer loaded him into a car, removing the cuffs and shutting the door. They'd be on their way to the Social Services building further downtown, to fill out paperwork and set him up for a orphanage or new family. Knowing nothing could be done, Timmy bowed his head and just wept silently, his godparents wishing they could dry his tears, but it didn't work that way.

-:-

"Timmy Turner!"

Timmy raised his head; he'd been called away from his game with one of his newer friends from the orphanage to speak with the head, Madame Lovell. She was a nice woman, looking not a day over twenty-five, even though she was thirty-eight. She had wonderful dark hair that fell around her electric green eyes, wearing a business suit in all black.

"Yes, Madame Lovell?" Timmy said none to quizzically, he was a bit too eager to get back to his game, so he was a bit distracted. Lovell looked down at him with a sparkling smile, and immediately she had his attention.

"There's someone here who would like to see you." She said in a sugar sweet tone, it drew Timmy in, not really caring about his hi-score anymore, he followed the beautiful woman into her office like a lost puppy. Though what he saw inside snapped him out of his state rather quickly, it'd had been so long since he'd seen her…too long, it was actually a relief to see her even though she'd been his tormentor for so long, someone who had caused him nothing but pain and suffering, and if he could, he would've thanked her for it. It was because of her he'd received Cosmo and Wanda. A wave of emotion rippled through him when he saw her in her trademark green mid-drift and tight black jeans, and before he could stop himself, he ran to her, enveloping her midsection in a tight hug. It surprised him when she didn't immediately shove him away or scream at him in disgust or anger; she instead put her arms around him as well, giving him a light squeeze.

"Well, it seems you two are getting along already." Timmy heard, Madame Lovell was still standing in the doorway, nonchalantly leaning in the door frame, her arms crossed, humorous look on her face. Vicky gave a snort, narrowing her eyes at the woman, something wasn't right about her, and Vicky didn't like it. She instinctively kept Timmy a bit behind her, breaking their embrace. Timmy was confused, not just about why she was here, more about why he was so happy to see her, and why was he so happy to see her?

"Vicky…what are you doing here?" She turned to answer him but Lovell cut her off.

"Oh I think I can answer that one, young Turner." She went and sat at her large desk, and pulled out a manila folder with a few papers in it, she opened it, and wrote something down on one of the sheets before handing it over to Vicky who signed her name on it. Timmy then understood what was happening, even though nothing had been said yet, he knew.

"This young woman has offered to adopt you, seeing as she's the closest thing to a relative you have. Imagine that." She gave a coy look in Vicky's direction, who just ignored her. Timmy really didn't understand, why Vicky? What would ever want her to come take him under her wing? That's when a load of negative thoughts barged into his brain. Maybe she was just going to legally kidnap him, or make him her personal slave, or just drop him on the side of the road where no one could find him. As the situations of his mind became worse and more vivid than the last, he began to back away from the focused red head who was still filling out paperwork. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him moving, her eyes left the paper for only a second before she called to him.

"Just where do you think you're going…Twerp." She said in a tone that almost sounded alluring in Timmy's ears, distracting him for a moment, noticing that something in his chest didn't feel right; it wasn't a bad feeling, just off.

"I…have to …get my stuff." He finally answered; Vicky gave a little smirk, more to herself than him. She knew what he was thinking, how he felt. He was afraid now, the feeling of relief of seeing someone familiar had worn off and now he remembered who she was. Vicky liked it, it make her feel in control of him, of his emotions.

God Twerp, you are just so weak, can't you even see what's right in front of you?"

A little voice shouted in her head, she quickly buried the thought deep down, not wanting anything to ruin this for her, or him. She knew it was going to be an uphill battle trying to get him to trust her at all, but hey, she had enough time to see to it.

"Oh well, Let me come with you, it's the least I can do." She saw the doubt on his face; she took a quick glance over at that woman, who smiled at her, rising up and gathered the adoption papers and sticking them back into the folder and back into the drawer, ready for the office. She could see Timmy's unsure face, she couldn't really place why, she couldn't read his mind but she could probably guess. But he had to give this a light shove.

"Go on ahead Timmy; I'll be at the door waiting to see you off." She gave him another one of her pure smiles and he melted all of his tension away. Timmy relaxed and led his new caretaker up a few flights of stairs in awkward silence, only being broken by the slight creak of the steps, they finally made it to his room and as Timmy began to pack away his belongings, Vicky came in, shutting the door behind her. She saw Timmy tense up at the sound of the door closing and she licked her lips, trying not to smile or grab him up in a hug, to tell him she didn't want to harm him. But something in her didn't let her give into her natural feelings, instead sarcasm filter through her hidden emotions.

"Oh calm down Twerp, I won't bite you." Vicky sneered as she began to help him, neatly pulling out folded shirts and sitting them next to his suitcase for him to put away. Though he wasn't really putting things away, he just sat on his bunk, staring down at his shoes; Vicky sighed and began putting things inside the suitcase waiting for Timmy to come out of it.

"Vicky…" the red head heard, she didn't really respond she just froze for a second before going back to the task at hand. As she expected, he didn't wait for her to respond before speaking again.

"You never did answer my question…Why are you here?" he said in a low tone, the dark undertones in his voice bubbling up to the surface. It was like a knife though the heart hearing the suspicion, fear, and sadness in his voice. Something inside of the woman ached and pained her at everything she'd ever done to him; she deserved to be feared, to be hated, to be alone. She shouldn't have done this, it was a horrible idea; no it wasn't, Vicky finally stopped beating on herself long enough to realize that it was going to get worse before it got better. She would have to earn his trust, and love, the old fashioned way.

"Twer- uh I mean Timmy, I know it doesn't mean much now but…I'm Sorry." She said, taking a deep breath afterwards, Timmy raised his head to look at her; her big pink eyes were wet with preemptive tears. She took a seat next to him.

"And not just about me, about everything, your parents, your life, it just seemed like it would've been all over, huh. Well, I'm here to try and make sure that never happens, you didn't lose everything Timmy. I…lo-"

And just like that, the conversation stopped, Vicky was frozen in shock, she had been silenced by Timmy in a way she would have never guessed. He'd quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as their lips met. After a few seconds Vicky came to her senses and leaned back breaking the kiss and gasping shock.

"T-Timmy I…I-"

"I know…I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me, I just…" Timmy's frantic apology trailed off into silence once again. His eyes falling to the green fabric of Vicky's shirt, trying to comprehend what he'd just done, grabbing Vicky like that…kissing her? The thought had reminded him that he was still holding her, his mind told him that he should let go, but for some reason he couldn't the contact felt good, her skin was so warm, soft, and human. He dared looking up to meet her eyes, expecting a hateful glare, but what was there was a longing look, she was looking right into his eyes, something in her eyes was saying something, almost like…

Kiss me again, please!

Timmy could feel himself gravitate towards her, closer and closer to her face, their eyes never parting. He was close enough to feel her shallow breaths on his lips, radiating some kind of electricity. Vicky still hadn't retreated, though one word had breezed past her lips.

"Timmy…"

Just than a knock sounded, the two jumped sharply, disconnecting and standing, Vicky grabbing more random things to stuff into Timmy's suitcase while Timmy attended the door.

"Who is it?" he asked cautiously approaching the door, he relaxed when he heard who responded.

"Timmy, it's me Madame Lovell, are you two alright? I hadn't expected the packing processes to be so long." She asked as Timmy opened the door, Vicky didn't face her as to hide her red face, Madame Lovell could almost feel some sort of tension in the air, but decided to let it go. She gave a light smile and turned to Timmy.

"We were just talking, that's all." He told her, Vicky silently cursed that woman for interrupting them, but maybe it was for the best. She had lost herself there, letting that just happen and then wanting it again, Timmy was going to be like her little brother now, and she couldn't think of him in that way. But…

"Vicky…hey Vicky. I think my suitcase is full, don't you?" Timmy said with slight mirth in his tone, this made her heart do a little flutter, he was starting to warm up to her. Maybe it was just all of the excitement, but she could have seen something in his eyes. Something that said he trusted her. Maybe earning what she wanted wouldn't be so hard after all. She finally zipped up the bag and put it on its wheels, as she rolled through the door she took a risk and grabbed Timmy's hand on the way out, leading him out with her, to her surprise he didn't reject but squeezed tighter.

-:-

Lovell watched as the two packed Timmy's things into Vicky's truck, they had said their goodbyes and were off. After they were gone from sight there was suddenly a person next to her. He was about the same height as her with bright grey, almost white hair, a black button down shirt, black jeans, and matching black boots. He had bright turquoise eyes that sparked with happiness.

"Oh hey Love, how are you doing?" He said, his smooth English accent washing over her, she smiled without looking in his direction.

"Oh just fine, Alexander. Did the courts send my own husband to check on me? She asked, floating back towards her office. Alexander made a face,

"Yeah, though I probably would have come if they told me not to." He purred, setting Madeline's insides on fire. She tried no to show he was affecting her by calmly sitting down before reaching into her desk and pulling out the folders.

"Here you are, sweetheart. You can take these to your boss, Pluto." She said pointedly, handing him the folders, he smiled widely in cheer, Planting a kiss on the fairy woman's cheek before saying thanks and poofing away. After he was gone, she came back down to where she was, thinking about her two new assignments.

-:-

Name: Timmy Turner

Age: 16

Gender: M

Cause of Sadness: Parental Abandonment

Assigned Ops: Alexander and Madeline Lovell

Previous Ops: Cosmo and Wanda (Note: Additional Information can be found on missing files and detailed AWOL reports, Relocation, Visitation, and WGA program to be started June of next year.)

Additional Information: Subject is a Class-S001 Godchild and will be monitored, safeguarded, and cared for by top Operatives.

Name: Vicky Valentine

Age: 21

Gender: F

Cause of Sadness: Extensive loneliness/abandonment

Assigned Ops: Alexander and Madeline Lovell

Previous Ops: Information Unavailable

Additional Information: Subject is has been moved from being classified as an 'Untouchable' to a Class-A999 Godchild and will be monitored, safeguarded, and cared for by top Operatives. Special Circumstances has taken into account of subject and is willing to allow continuation of system. More information is available in the L.O.R.E Archives.

Something like this could really be a problem to Fairy World if this little 'test' backfired; Cornelius heaved a sigh as he went over the two humans basic info on them, especially this Vicky character. He had a feeling he'd be visiting those Archives fairly soon. Suddenly there was a poof and Alexander appeared into the office of Cornelius Pluto, Fairy World SCA or Special Circumstances Agency, a special branch of the fairy government that moniter's the lives of special cases of godchildren.

"Hey Boss, what do you think of them?" he asked, his voice happily oblivious. Pluto sighed,

"Well, as long as the higher ups say so, I guess their ok, though, this Vicky…I'm not too sure about. What do you think?" Alex gave a happy gasp and did a joyful twirl. Pluto sighed, Alexander may be the best damn agent here, but he's still a bit of an airhead sometimes.

"Oh, I think it'll be fine, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm pretty excited." He said, almost vibrating with happiness. Pluto put his hand on his forehead, taking a deep breath, before telling his top fairy to go. He stood from his desk, gathering up his papers before taking off towards L.O.R.E Archives, prepared for a long study session.

"Alright, Vicky and Timmy, let's see what make you two so special."

-:-

Timmy couldn't believe it, first the expensive truck had him baffled, but now that he saw her home. A three story estate home with a large two acre yard and a few cars in the driveway. Vicky had chuckled when she way his face, leading him inside as her butler Edward, a young man with glasses, took their coats and Timmy's bag.

"Ms. Valentine." He said in greeting, Timmy was in awe of him too, besides his suit, he didn't look much like a butler with his blonde hair and blue eyes. As the made it into the living room, Timmy couldn't hold in his shock anymore.

"Vicky, Is this where you live?" he asked, Vicky smiled at him.

"No Timmy, This is where we live."

A/N: Alright that would be it for now, not too sure if this will get a second chapter seeing as it was written in the heat of 3 in the morning. But hey if you want to see more, leave a review for me and tell me. Right now I can't say for the release dates of my other Fics, though I will say they will come as soon as I can get them out.