A/N: Hello everyone! I know I have to work on Null Moon and I'm really sorry about that. I've just gotten obsessed with FOP again thanks to Chloe.

This story seems like it needs a little introduction. So, part of it takes place in canon and that'll be in the next chapter. Part of it takes place in the TOS universe and then other alternate universes. Reading TOS is not necessary for understanding this fic, but you need to basically know that Lorenzo is Timmy's anti-fairy and a royal bastard.

If you have any other questions, feel free to ask in the reviews!

Timmy didn't know which was worse. His parents choosing to ignore him most of the time and subject him to Vicky and or Cosmo and Wanda spending most of their time arguing over petty things. When they weren't arguing, Wanda hung about in a sullen silence. At least when she bickered with Cosmo, he could talk to her and possibly give her suggestions. When she refrained from speaking entirely, he couldn't reach her.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Godparents were supposed to fill in where parents failed. Now he needed godparents to help him with his godparents.

Maybe they needed a marriage counselor. Timmy was only ten. He didn't know how anyone could reasonably expect him to repair a thousand of years old marriage when he could barely pass Crocker's class. Trying to get Cosmo and Wanda to agree on anything was putting an added strain on him, one that Vicky was quick to act upon. So he got slammed from that side too.

Enough was enough. Either his godparents split up and he wound up with one godparent having him and then switching off…or he'd find out what the hell was making them so pissed at each other.

It was after school and Cosmo had brought to life random stuffed animals to fight in a mock battle. Wanda was staring at a book without reading it. She hadn't spoken through much of the day and hadn't risen to Cosmo's taunts. He prayed this plan would work. If not, he might have to wish for an intermediary. Or wish for what the root of the problem was, when he doubted his godparents knew it.

"Hey, Wanda," he said. Wanda's eyes slid from the open book to him.

"What are you talking to her for?" Cosmo scoffed. "Come play with me! I'll let you be the evil bunnies!"

"Can I talk to you alone? Without Cosmo?" he asked. Wanda frowned, suspicious. She looked at her husband, his stuffed animal army, and back at him.

"You don't want to talk to me?" Cosmo huffed. "I'm insulted!"

"Wanda?" Timmy pressed and Wanda waved her wand. They disappeared, reappearing in his old tree house. It hadn't been touched in months and a layer of dust covered everything. Another wave of her wand made everything sparkling clean again.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" she said. Her voice was stiff and she was on guard. Trying to corner them usually failed, because if he got one alone, the other would soon appear. He didn't understand why they circled each other only to hurt each other.

"I wish I knew what was going on with you and Cosmo!" he burst out. That wasn't the plan. His brash tendencies had gotten ahead of him again. He cursed.

Wanda sighed. "I wish I knew too."

That wasn't the answer he'd been expecting. "What the heck are you talking about? You should know. You've been married to him for an insane amount of years. And it's not like it's a secret you two have been fighting."

"We've been stressed lately," she said.

"You mean you've been stressed," he corrected. "And me. Did you ever think what this is doing to me?"

She glared and then her gaze softened. "Maybe we need time apart."

"But you'd come back, right?" he asked.

"Of course, sweetie," she said and hugged him. "I'll always come back."
…
It'd been two months. Timmy still didn't know where she'd gone. Neither did Cosmo, not that Timmy had expected him to be of much help. Jorgen couldn't find her either, though he seemed to think her disappearance was alarming. He'd never lost track of a fairy before and the fact that no one, including him, could locate her made him put out a missing fairies report. He seemed to think, as did Timmy, that something had happened to her.

Her disappearance had also, according to Jorgen, screwed with the time line. Events that should have happened not long after her promise hadn't occurred because of her absence. Timmy hadn't noticed at first, but when Crocker swore off chasing fairies for good and Timmy actually started doing well in school, he realized something was up. There was something missing, something big, and the more time passed, the more obvious it seemed.

The problem was that no matter how obvious it was Timmy couldn't figure out what the wish was supposed to be. He already felt strange without Wanda there—Cosmo was no longer argumentative. He was also no longer energetic; seeming prone to the same depression Wanda had been on the brink of before her disappearance. There were occasional bursts of happiness and cheer, but for the most part, Cosmo and Timmy had become rather boring and rule bound.

Maybe this wasn't something he was supposed to fix. Maybe he was supposed to watch it all fade away until it turned into the next biggest disaster.

He didn't know. Frustration made him waspish and he buried himself in his schoolwork because it made more sense than anything else. And for him to flee to schoolwork made him question his sanity. School should be the last thing he'd use as a refuge.

"Wish we knew where Wanda was," Timmy muttered.

"Fairy World filed a missing fairy report on her," Cosmo said in a dull voice. Timmy looked up from his history book to find Cosmo staring, listless, at his wand.

"How often do fairies go missing?" he asked.

"Not that often," Cosmo replied. "Almost never."

He still spoke in that strange, disconnected voice. Timmy closed his textbook and stared at his godfather. Cosmo poofed to his side and even his fairy dust had lost its sheen. He settled on the desk and looked at Timmy despondently.

"I don't know what to do without her," he confessed.

"Can't we go look for her?" Timmy suggested. It wasn't like his homework was getting done…ever. Besides, it'd give him something else to think about besides his failing grades and his parents' current all-out war against each other. What was it—divorce proceedings in Dimmsdale year? He couldn't stand all this tension. It was driving him crazy.

"I dunno where to start," Cosmo sniffled. He looked to thin-air as if appealing to another fairy. "Maybe Poof knows!"

"What are you talking about? Who's Poof?" Timmy asked. He stared at the same spot as Cosmo. The green haired fairy spoke animatedly, never mind that Timmy still didn't see anyone. Maybe Poof was invisible.

"My son," Cosmo explained. Timmy continued to stare. He chalked it up to Cosmo stressing out over not being able to find Wanda. Never one to handle much stress without panicking, this time Cosmo had entirely too much on his plate. And now he was hallucinating. Huh. He wondered what it was like to have a normal childhood.

"You don't have a son," Timmy said. "You only have me. You know, Timmy Turner. Your godson. I wish we were in Fairy World!"

"Poof doesn't think that's such a good idea," Cosmo said. Timmy glared, grabbing Cosmo's wand and teleporting them there. They appeared instantly, Cosmo shaking his head, and Timmy released his godfather's hand.

He gawked. Fairy World was dark and gloomy, as though a thunderstorm was about to break out. Fairies rushed to and fro, muttering to themselves and not stopping to look at the human in their midst. The rainbow bridge in the distance was fractured with plumes of smoking coming out of it. The air had a cloying smell, sticking to the inside of his nose and throat and making him cough.

"What the heck is going on?" he demanded.

"I don't know…" Cosmo said and stared at the ruckus. A woman barreled past them and smacked Timmy in the face with her handbag.

Rubbing his cheek, he called after her and the fairy didn't stop to apologize. He had no idea what prompted this much haste, but he could feel the tension even greater here. It was a compulsion to run and flee as far as possible. Timmy rubbed his eyes, which were gritty with fairy dust.

"Where's Jorgen when you need him?" Timmy asked.

Cosmo shrugged. Timmy could see he'd be no help, not that he was usually any help. Scoffing, he set off in a random direction. He thought the Fairy Court lay somewhere nearby, but he could be wrong. Surely someone in charge would be able to tell him what was going on. He'd have no help from any of the passing fairies either, considering how rapidly they eclipsed him. None of them had a second to spare.

As he walked, Cosmo studied the scene with wide eyes. He wasn't trying to communicate with anyone and his lower lip quivered. He floated close to his godson and stared every which way. Fairies streamed from their houses, from shops and offices, and barreled toward Earth. It was a mass exodus. It was insanity. No sooner had he tried to track one than he lost it again.

"What gives?" he asked. He grabbed a fairy by the shoulders. The creature had shoulder length black hair, brownish black eyes, and wore a suit and tie. Nervous, the male shuddered out of his grip and vanished in a cloud of dust. Timmy growled, launching himself at a female that did the same thing.

"Why doesn't anyone want to talk to me?" he protested.

"Maybe it has to do with that," Cosmo said and pointed to the sky. Where the sun normally shone was a massive dark cloud that grew with each passing minute.

"Big deal," Timmy scoffed. "Like it doesn't rain in Fairy World."

"Not like that," Cosmo replied.

"This is getting us nowhere," he proclaimed. Ignoring the creatures passing them every which he way, he set off to Mama Cosma's house.
He'd already forgotten where he had intended to go and anyway, the Fairy Court looked impassable with all the fairies flowing to and fro near there. Mama Cosma's house, at least, had fewer creatures fleeing.

"Mama?" Cosmo called when Timmy knocked on the door. It opened and revealed Cosmo's mother hurriedly packing. She looked up at her son's voice and then went back to stuffing something into a suitcase.

"What's going on?" Timmy snapped.

"Cosmo-lolo, thank goodness!" Mama Cosma said and rushed to him. She squeezed him, shot Timmy a warning look, and held Cosmo at arms' length. "I can't find your brother."

"Cosmo doesn't have a brother," Timmy said. "And why is everyone rushing to get out of here?"

"The timeline's collapsing," Mama Cosma said, still not looking at Timmy. "Someone meddled with it and something that wasn't supposed to happen did."

"That's vague," he snapped. "Who did what?"

"Someone took Wanda," Cosmo said with wide eyes. Mama Cosma released him, stared at the suitcase, and finally appraised Timmy.
Timmy stiffened, disliking the glower she gave him.

"This can't all have to do with Wanda," she said dismissively.

"I don't know," Cosmo whined. "But she's been missing ever since we started fighting and I don't know where she is!"

"That isn't it," Mama Cosma retorted. "It must be something else."

"While you guys are trying to figure it out, why doesn't someone just find her?" Timmy huffed.

"I really wouldn't care if Wanda died in a ditch somewhere," Mama Cosma said airily and Cosmo gasped, although Timmy didn't know why he was surprised. Mama Cosma hated Wanda.

"Don't say that!" he protested.

"Fine," Mama Cosma relented. "I hope it's a nice ditch."

She slammed the suitcase shut and almost knocked her son over with it. Assessing the house, she held up her wand and shoved something else inside. It protruded and she prodded it until it lay flat. Grabbing Cosmo by the arm, she disappeared with him. Timmy darted to the spot, but it was too late. They were gone.

"Hey!" he cried. "What the heck am I supposed to do? Bring him back!"

There was no answer. "Cosmo! Wanda! Jorgen!"

No answer from any corner. Even if Cosmo had invented Poof, which Timmy couldn't discount at this point, it seemed the imaginary fairy had had a real point. Going to Fairy World was a bust. Now he was down two godparents rather than one and had no idea how to locate either of them. Plus, he was stranded here until he found a ride home.

"Note to self: never again ask 'how could things possibly go wrong?'" he grumbled. Pushing aside the front door, he stomped outside.
Fairies still hurried everywhere, seemingly forgetting they could just poof from place to place. Irritated, Timmy kept reaching out for one of
them, but they eluded him. It was like trying to catch a snowflake on your tongue. Eventually, he just gave up and sat on a stoop with his head cradled between his hands. There had to be a solution. He had to think of it.

The longer he sat there, the less he felt he'd think of anything, good or not. Frustrated with himself, he wandered. The fairy tide had shrunken to a few isolated cases. No one looked at him or acknowledged him. He wished he could be cool and ignore them too, but he needed them too badly.

Toward the middle of the market, he noticed the air growing thicker and harder to move through. He needed to work harder to breathe and could only take short gasping breaths. Sitting on a bench, he clutched his chest. The last time he'd felt like this he'd tried to run in gym class. But this felt more like an oppressive weight sitting on his chest than over exercise.

No one was coming. He pushed his way back as he had come, but the air remained stagnant. He had to stop numerous times, regain his breath, and start again. Through it all, he noticed how empty Fairy World was becoming. He didn't have the breath to spare to ask for help, much less demand it.

He wound up where he had started, near Mama Cosma's house. He knew nothing more than he had known before, but he had a headache and it was really hard to breathe. Normally, Jorgen or someone else would step up by now and haul him out of here. It was really unlike Fairy World to completely ignore him.

Spots flashed in front of his eyes and he decided it wouldn't be too bad if he collapsed onto Mama Cosma's bed for a while. They could find him if they needed him. A good long nap might be in order…
…

When he woke up, he was nowhere. Almost quite literally, nowhere. His surroundings had turned to grey and when he pushed at Mama Cosma's door, it stuck. Wedging his shoulder against it, he pushed harder. His shoulder ached and he growled, wondering if the door was now painted on. Kicking it stubbed his toe rather than opening it.

"Stupid door," he grumbled.

The windows looked out on more grey area. Timmy touched his palms to it and was cool to the touch, but it didn't feel like glass anymore either. It was too slippery. Even keeping his hands on it for a short amount of time made them slide right off.

"What the heck is going on?" he demanded. Flinging himself at the door, he tried again to open it. Multiple attempts left him dizzy. At least he could breathe again. Then again, being stranded inside of a fairy house wasn't much better.

He couldn't believe someone would just leave him here and forget about him. Sure, his parents forgot about him all the time, but he'd grown to expect that. Cosmo and Wanda never forgot about him for long. He was sure one of them would be coming back right now to bring him back to Earth. He counted to ten.

"One, two, three…they're usually here by now…four…five…six…what is taking them so long?" he cried. He was starting to get a little worried they might not show up. He didn't know what he'd do if he were trapped in here for much longer. Mama Cosma hadn't just packed her suitcase—she'd packed up almost every single item in the house. Where had she thought she was going? Where had any of them gone?

He searched the house for a way out and tripped over a trapdoor. The door, like the front, refused to open. He groaned and slapped a palm to his forehead. There was no way he was waiting for rescue.

"Wanda! Cosmo! Somebody!" he called.

"Somebody."

His word echoed, spoken in Wanda's voice, and, cheered, he spun around to face his godmother. She was nowhere to be seen. Cautious, tugging on the trapdoor, he called again, "Wanda?"

"Somebody."

Frowning, he left the trapdoor alone and walked back through the house. There, in the front room, he discovered his godmother, sapped of color and barely floating. Disturbed, but glad to see her because it meant she'd be able to take him home, he rushed to her. Wanda glanced at him and then down at the floor. She looked like he'd felt after wishing away his emotions.

"Where were you?" he asked.

"Nowhere," she said in a monotone. Shuddering, he stared at her.

"I wish we were home!"

"This is home," she said in the same voice that gave him the creeps.

"What are you talking about? No, it isn't. I wish we were home!"

Wanda held up her wand and it fizzled. Sparks flew out and the room around them flickered. It disappeared, reappeared, and then they were somewhere else. Everything remained grey and Timmy didn't recognize this park. It was full of dead and dying trees.

"Okay…" he said and looked up at the sky. "There's still no sun. What the heck is going on? I said Earth, Wanda. Not some weird dead place."

Wanda stared at him. "Sport…"

"What?" he asked, his voice too sharp because he was getting nervous. "Make with the poof thing already!"

Placing an icy cold hand on his shoulder, she turned him around. A man wearing a black hoodie, black pants, and carrying an icicle wand stood a few feet away from them. He carried an amulet that he swung around. Bright pink shone from it. Timmy looked at the amulet and then at Wanda. His brain didn't make the connection or maybe it didn't want to. It was too weird, anyway.

"What?" he asked again.

"Timmy," she said and he grimaced.

"Stop talking like that!" he demanded.

"She can't," the man said and swung the amulet around. "I have her soul. You have her shell."

Startled, Timmy gawked. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I'm not surprised," the man snorted. His voice was baritone and irritated Timmy, who stood protectively in front of his godmother. His heart
pounded. Balling his fists, he struck an offensive stance. The man snorted again.

"Stop that!" he snapped.

"I have her soul. You have her shell," the man repeated. "Catch as catch can, Timmy Turner."

The man threw back his hoodie and Wanda flinched, bouncing into her godson. Timmy didn't see what the big deal was until he looked the
man in the eyes. He had cold, blue eyes, buckteeth, and brown hair. His face was lined with years, but Timmy knew it all too well.

"I look forward to our acquaintance," he said.

"Lorenzo," Wanda said and the lack of inflection somehow made it worse than a curse.

"Wanda," Lorenzo said, inclining his head. He grinned wickedly. "Frach."

He extended his hand to Timmy and Timmy scowled.

"You'll change your mind," he informed the boy. "Soon enough."

"Yeah, right," he said. "Give me back Wanda's soul and fix this."

"Oh, I can't fix everything," he replied. "And it's much more entertaining this way."

His eyes narrowed. "Since, in this universe, I can't kill her."

Raising his hands, glowing faintly, he cast a mist spell around them. Timmy latched onto Wanda to make sure she didn't disappear on him again. It was like hugging ice. His teeth chattered and he released her. They reappeared in front of a large mansion.

The air felt different, lighter than before. He gulped it down greedily and Wanda shook her head. He wasn't sure how much of her reactions were her normal self and how much was automatic. The fairy checked her wand, frowned, and tucked it away again. She stared off into the distance.

"This is weird," he observed.

"Weird," she echoed.

"You can stop doing that now!" he snapped.

"Now," she said and pointed across town. Timmy didn't know what she was looking at and muttered as much. She continued to point.

"Just tell me!" he grumbled.

She shook her head and managed to convey frustration without opening her mouth, narrowing her eyes, balling her hands, scowling, or otherwise making any facial expression. It seemed to hover in the air around her. When Timmy didn't respond, she hauled him along the road.

"Don't you think we ought to go after him?" Timmy asked.

She shook her head again and pointed, obstinate, to a particular area. Gripping her wand, she brought them to an identical version of his house, except this one had a separate entrance for the basement. Timmy stared at Wanda who was staring at the front door.

"This is weird as heck," he grumbled and rung the doorbell. It took several minutes for someone to answer and Tootie flung back the door.

"What are you doing here?" Timmy and Tootie asked at the same time. Tootie slapped her hand to her forehead.

"Great," she muttered. "Now instead of going to them, they're coming to me."

She raised her voice. "Cal! Daniela! Explain!"

Confused, he stared as two fairies materialized next to Tootie. Both had brown hair and brown eyes, although the female had a white streak through it and a strange scar on her chest. The guy dressed semi formally, close to Cosmo except without the tie, and the woman
looked like a slacker. She had long hair that she flipped over her shoulder.

"Don't ask us," Cal said and frowned at Wanda. "This looks like bad news."

"No shit," Tootie grumbled. "You got any good news for me, Cal?"

"Probably not," Daniela commented. "Come on in, alternate younger version of Timmy. Things can't possibly get any weirder than they are right now."

"Wanna bet?" Tootie muttered.
…

Timmy seated himself at the kitchen table and had to pause and stare at the strange motley crew before him. Cosmo and Wanda, in human form, cradled a baby near the sink. An older version of himself, wearing a hoodie despite the warm weather, scowled at him from across the table. An older version of Tootie, bright and cheerful despite the strange situation, sat beside two brown haired fairies, one with a white streak in her hair. They too cradled an infant, a female with grubby hands who reached for Cosmo and Wanda's child.

And glowering at him from the back of the room was a version of Vicky, older and infinitely angrier than he remembered her. He glared at her and she flipped him off. Beside him, his Wanda stared blankly. He noticed that the alternate Cosmo and Wanda avoided looking at her for long periods of time. Anxious, he squirmed on his chair and Vicky snorted.

"Got something to say, twerp?" she taunted. "I thought one twerp was bad enough. Now there are two."

"How are you guys…" he trailed off, completely bewildered. Cosmo and Wanda shouldn't be visible to Vicky, even in human form. "Why is Tootie here?"

"I live here," she said and added, "So does everybody else."

That cleared up nothing. He scratched his head and asked. "How the heck did I get here?"

"A very good question," Tootie said, exchanging dark looks with his older self. He heard something buzzing, like a fly zipping around the room, and tried to find the source. It sounded like it was coming from Tootie and the other Timmy, but that was impossible. Man, his head hurt.

"I doubt The Other intended for you to find us," Wanda said. She placed the child on the counter and he popped up onto the table in a cloud of purple fairy dust. She groaned and shook her head at him.

"Who's that?" he asked.

The alternate Timmy snarled. "That fucker who—"

"Language," she reprimanded him. Timmy looked to his godmother for collaboration and she slipped off the chair and onto the floor.

Startled, he went to her side and tried to find a pulse. He had no idea how to do that and ended up groping her. The alternate Wanda groaned and Cosmo snickered.

"She probably doesn't have much of a pulse, sport," she commented. "Enough to keep her alive, but that's it. You'll need to restore her soul before you can do anything else."

"From Lorenzo?" he asked.

Tootie choked and Vicky hissed, flipping off the alternate Timmy. He ignored her, though the back of his neck burned red. His hands were shaking beneath the table and when Tootie reached for him, he jerked away. Wanda winced.

"He can't touch you," she reminded him gently.

"Apparently, it doesn't stop him from fucking with younger versions of me," Timmy grumbled.

"That doesn't make sense," Wanda said. "He isn't in the business of taking away souls. That's a demon priority."

Cosmo blanched. "Can we not talk about stealing souls? I had enough of that before."

"Sorry, sweetie," she demurred and stroked the side of his face. "But my point still stands. Why would he take her soul? Why not kill her outright?"

"Because he's an asshole who leaves his dirty work to other people?" Timmy snapped.

"Language!" Wanda scolded. She relented. "Also a good point, unfortunately."

"Then what?" the younger Timmy demanded. "What the heck is going on?"

"I don't know," Wanda replied.

"It has nothing to do with me," Vicky sneered. "I'm out."

"Wish she'd leave the house," the other Timmy muttered. His Cosmo and Wanda exchanged another glance and that buzz filled the air again.

"We'll work on it," Wanda promised him.

"Wait, she can actually leave?" he exclaimed. "We won't be stuck with her forever?"

"She'll have to have a pretty severe mind-wipe, but yes, it might be time to get rid of her," Wanda said and grinned.

"I for one won't miss her!" Cosmo proclaimed.

"That's great," the younger Timmy said. "But can we focus on me?"

"Of course, sweetie," Wanda replied. "We'll do what we can…and hopefully, things will become clearer."

"And hopefully, Lorenzo will keep his goddamn hands to himself," the other Timmy snapped.