Standing on the edge of this cliff. Looking down I think about how happy I was just an hour before. My life was finally coming together. The love of my life, Mary - Lynette had accepted my proposal and we were due to get married next year. Surrounded by people who I know, in a weird sense love me for who I am, couldn't help but cheer me up. But now the clenching in my chest hurts more than I imagine being staked would. In fact, a stake through the heart would be welcome right now. The pain is unbearable; my heart has reached its point and is breaking. Shattering into a million pieces which are determined to cut up my insides. The wind whips against my face. The cold night air, reminding me that I'm just as vulnerable as everyone else. Mary-Lynette melted the ice which use to surround my heart in glaciers; and now these feelings and emotions have overpowered me. The throbbing in my head joined with the slap of the wind and the pain of loosing the love of my life is just too much to bare. I could go inside now. Back to Thierry's house, and try to forget. However I know my heart will never let me. Never again will I feel whole. So now I find myself thinking "Maybe I could jump in and lie at the bottom of the ocean; just close my eyes, never to open them again…."

* * * * *

Earlier that day

"So Timmy, How does it feel?" Ash asked Timmy while looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

"What does what feel like jackass?" Timmy said sweetly with a smile on his face.

"Knowing that your never going to get laid?" Ash said in a menacing tone, "after all, your permanently four years old. Your never gonna get a girlfriend. And anyway, it would be pretty sick, you being four and everything"

"Hey Ash, did you get that letter Mare sent you?"

"What letter!"

"oh yes," Timmy replied "she forgot to stamp it!" and with that Timmy put as much force as he could muster into snapping his foot down on top of Ashes.

"YOU LITTLE RUNT!" Ash grunted while hopping up and down with his foot in his hand. Before falling over, of course.

"Drop dead Ash." Timmy shouted before running out of the bedroom.

(Timmy's thoughts) I'll make that ass face pay for that. He'll be sorry he ever messed with me! But what could I do to get him back? Something that will crush him like the insect he is. I don't see what Mary-Lynette likes about him. Mary-Lynette!

This is the point where our young Timmy starts his malicious planning to break up Ash and Mary-Lynette for good.

As he walks down one of Thierry's many large and majestically decorated corridors he hears the muffled laughing of the one man he despises more than Ash himself. Quinn.

"Man that's a good one! Did Timmy look pissed?"

"Yeah, I swear I could see fire behind those beady little eyes of his."

"Sometimes I feel sorry for him. Then I remember all the things the little jerk has done to me since I met him." Quinn said without emotion.

"What? Like the time he put pink hair dye in your shampoo?"

"Yea"

"Or like the time he told Rashel that you locked him in the bathroom all night?"

"Yeah,"

"Did you?"

"No!" When Ash gave him a look that seemed to re-ask the question Quinn said, "Ok well maybe I did. But he cut up my favourite shirt!"

"Dude, nice one!"

"He had it coming to him. Remember the time I was talking to Rashel on my I Phone, and Timmy said, 'baby come back to bed.' in a ridiculously seductive girly voice? then broke my Phone? Rashel thought I was cheating on her!"

"That was genius," Ash replied chocking back laughter, "I heard Rashel was so angry she held a stake over your heart as you slept that night!"

Timmy had heard enough. He left them with a parting though 'They'll be sorry they were ever born.'

For the rest of that morning and then evening Timmy was no where to be found. He spent all of his time hidden in a deserted room on the top floor of Thierry's mansion. Each room in the house was the size of an average house in Timmy's opinion. He wasn't complaining though. The grandness of the house gave him room to work without ever being disturbed.

Finally he had perfected it. Time to put the strength of Ash and Mary-Lynette's soul mate connection to the test. Timmy thought with a snide grin etched on his face. Timmy started to make his way to Mary-Lynette's room. Sticking to the shadows and hiding behind objects when he thought he heard something. Damn, its hard to find your way around this place. It's a freakin' maze.