A/N: Alright this is my first fan fiction so its not gonna be anything too amazing. I've re-read this thing like 12 times so it should be okay grammatically. If you do manage to soldier through this, it would be greatly appreciated if you leave a review. This is sort of a beginners chapter so the real story starts in chapter 2. Thanks.

Riding Blind Lambs

Chapter 1: Absence and Past Tense

The snow was falling; which was strange. Not because they lived in Southern California, but because it was April. Winter had passed. Its unforgiving temperatures were to stay a memory for another 8 months. It seems as though Jack Frost himself decided to leave a foot in the door with one last parade of white, frozen rain. A warning that he wouldn't be gone for long...

Timmy loved the snow. He would've gone out to play but being sick and frigid temperatures tend to not mix. So he rather just stayed inside, watched Crash Nebula, and drank hot cocoa. It felt nice; Well, aside from this god awful congestion he had. It felt as if a balloon had been inflated inside of his skull.

"Uggghhh. Figures. I'm the only kid who gets sick on a snow day, and the last one of the year at that! Every other kid in the neighborhood gets to go outside and enjoy it besides me." He wished he could make this stupid bout of sickness disappear.

"Wish..."

Timmy had gotten to be 14 years old now. One year left until he became an official teenager in the eyes of the Fairy Council's eyes. It worries him to no end on his 14th birthday. After a couple of heart-to-heart's with Cosmo and Wanda, they decided to make the best of it rather than be worried non stop about it. Unfortunately though with his big 15 fast approaching, it was harder to not think about. With Cosmo and Wanda fresh on his mind, he began to wonder...

"Where are they?" Timmy questioned to no one in particular. He looked around the room for any pink or green objects to indicate whether or not they were with him. But none such items were around. "Maybe they're in their fish bowl" He thought.

At that thought he got up from his tightly wrapped blanket cocoon and headed upstairs. Something he terribly regretted, because as soon as his feet hit the floor his body had become terribly cold and attacked by goosebumps; He soldiered through.

"Cosmo? Wanda?" He called out. No Answer. A feeling in the back of his mind poked at him, but before he let it get the best of him he decided to search further. He opened the door to his room and felt relief as he saw a yellow sticky note on the magical fish's dwelling.

"Hey, Sport, Me and Cosmo are going to the hospital, Cosmo caught the fairy flu. So rather than have his sneezing be the end of space and time we decided to put him in a controlled environment. I'll be staying with him until he recover. I'll let you know what the doctor says. -love Wanda

"Oh great" Timmy moaned. "Looks like I'm stuck with this" it was after he said that when he realized that Cosmo was probably way worse off than he was, so he straightened up and figured it wasn't so bad. He went back and walked into the kitchen. He opened the medicine cabinet and took some allergy pills hoping that they would run this sickness off. He sat back down, wrapped up, and turned on the TV. It was around 9a.m. that his parents came downstairs. His mom first then his dad, both were wearing very touritsy apparel and they almost acted as if he weren't there.

"Mom? Dad?" Thats because they didn't know he was. They jumped at the sudden voice. It isn't theyre fault though, I mean the kid was practically a human blanket. How were they to know that he was still home.

"Oh. Hey there, Sweetie. We thought you were at school" his mom said surprised. To which he replied "Its a snow day, buses couldn't run"

His father with disbelief evident on his face said "Now, Son, none of us wanted to go to school as kids but even we had to." Timmy was taken aback by his fathers disbelief but not surprised.

"If you dont believe me go see for yourself" Timmy defended. His dad now with slight irritation on his face opened the door. "See no sno-" Timmy's father said being interrupted by a wall of snow collapsing on him.. Timmy suppressed a chuckle so as to not offend his father.

"W-w-welll I s-s-stand corrected" Timmy's dad said shivering. Okay now he had to laugh. The snow stuck to his face just enough for there to be a fluff beard and he had frozen tusks of ice coming out of his nose. His father was too busy trying to find a way to warm up to even notice his sons laughter.

"So where are you guys going?" Timmy questioned. Though it was quite obvious wherever it was, he want going. His mother looked at him nervously and said

"We are uhh we are going tooo~" She looked around nervously avoiding eye contact. "Aaa business meeting! Yeah a business meeting innn Tibecuador!" His father father jumped in and said interrupting his mother.

"Nice save dad..."

"We'd love to take you with us, Champ, but we just can't. Business rules and what not. You understand. Timmy was disappointed but not surprised. This had to be, what?, the 154th time now?. I mean they had an anniversary for their 50th time going on vacation three times already. Timmy wondered if they even did have jobs.

"Well, how long will you guys be gone?" Timmy was just genuinely curious. Sometimes they'd be gone for weeks. After Vicky was hired he practically was raised by his godparents.

"Heck if I know, Son. Now Vicky will be here in to take care of you in an hour or so. There's a card on the kitchen counter with money for food. Love you bye!" Timmy stopped listening after he heard Vicky's name. At the very utterance of the girls name, his present disappointment turned into fear. He went at them with a rebuttal but it fell on deaf ears. His parents had pulled out of the driveway and went on their merry way to the airport. Not even realizing how dejected they just left their only son.

Without his fairies here, he knew today would be hell. It wasn't Vicky he was worried about, no not at all. In fact, Vicky had mellowed out over the years. Or year I should say. She still had her ever so spiteful charm but the hateful 'Burn-you-at-the-stake-for-batting-an-eye' Vicky was gone.

See, last year, Vicky had disappeared for a little over a week. Her parents had sent out search teams, made public statements, sent out flyers, put up billboards, the works. But they never did find her. At the middle of the passing week, even Timmy began to get worried. It was the same day he became worried that she showed up. He remembers his mom picking up her phone to answer it, and after a couple of seconds, had overwhelming surprise on her face.

Apparently, Vicky had called to ask if she still had her job babysitting Timmy. There were no public speeches, no ceremonies, not even a clipping on a newspaper. It was as if everyone had shrugged off the fact that Vicky was even alive. Timmy felt like he was the only one confused in this situation. He felt like the only still person in a blurry, moving crowd. The whole situation was more than abnormal, but even weirder was the way she acted when she came back.

[Flashback]

When it was almost time for Vicky to show up, Timmy had an arsenal of toys and traps at the ready. He figured that she was going to be meaner, and more violent than ever to make up for lost time. After being babysat by her for so many years he just thought that she thought it was her job to make him miserable. And tonight she had make-up work to do. With that in mind, The arsenal he had at hand was almost understandable but still a little overdone. You'd figure the only movie he's seen was 'Home Alone'.

When she had arrived, Timmy had a full course of fluffy pain waiting and when he started the attack with a teddy bear spear the war was on. At least for one of them. Vicky just walked past the barrage like it was nothing, because it kinda was. When Timmy came at her with a paddle ball, she just walked past him. Without acknowledgment. She only said one thing after sitting on the couch and turning on the TV.

"Just go do your chores, Timmy" He froze in place. Mostly due to confusion. Her tone was so exhausted and did she just call him Timmy? What happened to Twerp? Feeling a very strange feeling, he did what he was told without protest. After that he just sat down in his room trying to understand what just happened. A world where Vicky didn't him 'twerp' was a world that he dreamed of but now that he had it, it kinda scared him. Something's definitely different with Vicky and for reasons unknown to the 14 year old he wanted to find out what it was.

After a couple of self pep-talks and rehearsals, he was ready to enter the lions den. He went downstairs and very, VERY reluctantly sat down on the same couch as her. On the complete opposite side, of course.

"Okay, she's not at my throat yet"

He moved closer. Nothing. Closer... Nothing. Clos- "what do you think you're doing?" she said, clearly annoyed without looking at him. He jumped from being caught off guard.

"I, ummm, finished all my chores" he said, rather impressed of his quick thinking.

"Yeah, and? What do you want a prize or something?" She said with annoyance growing even more evident.

"I just, uhhh, wanted to know if you wanted anything to eat." He said, the nervousness showing in his voice. She looked at him for once, quizzically and suspiciously.

"Why are you volunteering to cook for me?" She asked, suspicion etched into her words.

"Im not gonna cook. I was actually gonna order something. If you don't want anything that's fi-"

"Pizza" She said, quick and dismissively. Opting that whatever was on TV is more interesting than this conversation now.

"Alright" He replied. He stood up and walked into the kitchen. Vicky watched him go into the kitchen giving a look of confusion and 'concern?'... Timmy didn't see it though. If he did im sure the whole world would've stopped dead in it's tracks. When in the kitchen he exhaled a sigh of relief. He was kind of proud on how that whole conversation went. For him, talking to Vicky was like talking to a giant human shark whom would kill you for so much as breathing in the wrong direction. Survival is a victory in his book. He picked up the phone and called his local pizza place.

"Hello, dude!, thanks for calling 'Mike E. Mozzarella's Pizza Fun House' can I take your order?" said an overly enthusiastic employee with a really heavy and stereotypical 'cool kid surfer' accent. Timmy suppressed a few laughs. "Is this guy for real?"

He composed himself. "Yes, I'd like two large pepperoni pizzas for the Turner residence" He said politely.

"Sure thing, Broseph, two tubular pepperoni p's comin' at you in 30. Remember if it isn't there in 30, it's free." The employee said. It's almost as if his accent became even deeper within his next sentence.

"Okay, thanks bye." Timmy said. He hung up as quick as he picked up the phone. He felt bad for the poor employee. That dude either really hated or really loved his job. It's okay to be an enthusiastic fry cook and all but only if you have square pants. He left the kitchen, sat down, and watched TV with Vicky on the couch. The nights with Vicky became progressively better from then on.

[ End Flashback]

It was ever since then that they've become less and less enemies and more so equal opposites. Timmy became a ghost to Vicky. Vicky was quieter. It confused Timmy, but he certainly didn't have a problem with it. At first, he thought he was going to lose his godparents forever, being that Vicky's torture was the reason he got them in the first place. Jorgen came to see him but it was not for what he expected. As a matter of fact, he threw a curveball at him. When the young brunette ran to him begging to keep his godparents, Jorgen just stopped him and said something that would stick to the back of his mind for a long time.

"Timmy Turner, I am not here to take your godparents. I'm not allowed to tell you much, the only thing I can say is Vicky isn't the only reason you have them..." Then he poofed away in a nervous hurry. Jorgen was there for 1 minute. 1 minute that would be replayed in his head for hours. It did nothing but put him on edge. He was able to move on with the help of his godparents but there were two questions sitting in the back of his mind and always making themselves known now and then. What did Jorgen mean by 'Vicky isnt the only reason he has his godparents" and what happened to Vicky that week...?