I haven't Watched Fairy Odd Parents in a long while and I do not own them.. obviously. I hope you enjoy. This was mostly an idea that popped up while reading other fan fics. lol

The room was full of cold silence. Everything was set. Everything was ready. Everything except their hearts. A sad sighed escaped from their mouths. It was a sad day, Timmy was too old for fairies, and even Timmy had to admit that. He didn't need their magic. He didn't need their help anymore. Still, he fought the threatening tears as he hugged Poof tightly. He didn't want to let go of his fairy brother, and neither did poof.

Quietly and silently they stayed in that position. Timmy let out a shakey sigh before smiling sadly, "...It's okay, Poof! You will always be my little brother, no matter what!" Cosmo and Wanda floated above them nodding with watery eyes as they had already been crying for a while now. Poof looked at Timmy sadly, knowing that he would never see his brother again, but he smiled at Timmy's words. That is until a thunderous voice echoed and pounded the room.

"THINK AGAIN TURNER!" with a poof, Jorgen was standing tall and strong as always. "Say goodbye to your godparents Turner. This be the last you'll ever see them." Though he also knew this be the last moments that he would actually remember their existance as well.

Poof frowned deeply at Jorgen, never letting the buck tooth teen go. Timmy smiled and patted Poof's head before taking his pink cap off and giving it to Poof. "It's okay, Poof. It's time... I-i can't have you guys forever. No matter how much I wish-..." He coughed a chuckle trying to keep his tears from falling, "No matter how much I dream I could. I l-love you guys... " He ruffled Poof's hair while it was stuck in the pink hat, "Be good for me. Kay?" He hugged Poof tightly.

Poof sobbed into Timmy's shirt still not wanting to let go. Wanda's and Cosmo's eyes started to swell up with tears, before they too, engulfed their godchild or soon to be not, into a sobbing family hug. Timmy was being strong. For them. The tears swelled in his eyes but he didn't dare let them drop.

Jorgen sighed and rolled his eyes; he picked Wanda and Cosmo off of their godchild. "Hurry up!"

Timmy nodded, but Poof wouldn't let go. Wanda wiped the tears from her face and tried to coax Poof to her. Poof was persistant. "Come on Poof. I-it's time. I-i promise. E-everything be fine." After Timmy said those words, Poof sadly nodded sobbing into his mother's and father's arms.

Timmy got off of the bed, approaching them, "I-i couldn't ask for any b-better godparents... let alone fairies."

"Aw... Come here sport." Wanda spoke in a croaking tearful voice before embracing Timmy the neck up now being smaller than Timmy. The boy smiled, before taking her gently off of him nodding. He glanced at Cosmo and chuckled slightly as the green-haired fairy sobbed into Poof's head. Poof looked unfaze by his father's actions if not a little irritated, before joining his father in sobbing.

Jorgen slammed the bottom of his wand onto the wood floor. "AHEM!" He faked a cough as he impatiently waited for them with the Fairy Taxie near by. Wanda glared at Jorgen. She was in no hurry to rush. Timmy just shook his head, smirking. Same old jorgen. He did not expect the toughest Fairy in Fairy world to give him any special treatment, despite all the things Timmy did. Timmy turned to face his fairy odd family one more time, with a deep breath he spoke, "GoodB-"

Timmy blinked and turned to look at the house phone. That's strange... No one used that phone except for emergancy. He chuckled at Jorgen, "G-give me on-one minute. I-i swear."

Jorgen growled impatiently, crossing his arms and tapping his boot on the floor, but he permitted it. "Be Quick! I need to get back to watch my soaps!" He growled frowing at the thought of missing one of his favorite soap operas.

Timmy smirked, before grabbing the phone. He regretted. Few silent moments, Timmy Turner was on his knees queitly sobbing with his hands down at his side. The phone with the police officier repeating his hellos to make sure the boy was still there. Physically. He was. Mentally. Timmy had broke. What was worse? The fact that he was loosing his fairies for ever. Or his parents dying. To Timmy it was loosing both his sets of parents that cracked him.

The fifthteen year old sobbed silently. The fairies in the rooms all looked at each other than glanced back at Timmy.