Just a fluffy little one-shot of TimmyxTootie. I got this idea when I read about the new live-action nickelodeon movie called "Fairly Oddparents: Grow Up, Timmy Turner!" that's coming out sometime in 2011, and I admit I may be too excited about seeing it *sweatdrop*. But since the movie is a TootiexTimmy kind of thing, it inspired me to write this! So enjoy! And don't forget to R&R! Please, and thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly Oddparents, any of the characters mentioned, or the new movie I just mentioned above.

"Cosmo! Wanda! Help!" Timmy yelled as he ran through Dimmsdale Park.

"TIIIIIIMMYYYYYYY!" A shrill voice rang out behind him.

Two poofs were heard in front of him. Timmy looked at them gratefully.

"What is it, Sport?" Wanda inquired worriedly.

"Tootie!" Timmy gasped, "Chasing me. I wish. I was home!" Timmy soon found himself safely inside his bedroom, with Wanda and Cosmo floating just above him.

"Tootie isn't that bad, Timmy," Cosmo implied.

"Cosmo's right, for once, Sweetie," Wanda agreed, "She's a good girl who loves you for who you are. She's always accepting you and I think we all agree she can be persistent when she wants to be."

"Timmy! Timmy! Timmy!" They could hear Tootie's voice ring from outside.

Timmy groaned, "She's here already? I might as well try to escape through the back door before she breaks down the front door! You guys stay here. I'll be back soon." And with that, Timmy left Cosmo and Wanda in his room.

He stepped outside cautiously, one foot at a time. Timmy looked around. He could no longer hear Tootie's voice, and thought she went back home. But he was not taking any chances.

"There you are!"

As soon as those words hit his eardrums, he was off. Footsteps were behind him. He ran into the nearest wood. Looking ahead, he could see the river he sometimes visited. As he ran, he looked over his shoulder to see a lovestruck Tootie hot on his trail.

He continued looking at her, a lump forming in his throat as he said, "Go away Tootie! Get it past your thick skull! I do not love you! In fact, I hate you-!" The last thing he saw was Tootie stopping abruptly, a mixture of hurt and confusion plastered on her face, before he fell into raging murky waters.

"Help!" He gasped. The ten-year-old boy was pulled swiftly down the river. "I'm coming!" Tootie yelled soon after she recovered from the shock. "Agh!" Timmy sputtered as he was pulled under. Cold water filled his lungs as he struggled to breathe. The current knocked him into a pile of rocks before he fell into unconsciousness.

"Argh!" Timmy gasped as he woke up in a bright white room. He lifted his hands to shield his eyes from the light as he looked around. He appeared to be in a hospital room, and his parents were sitting in chairs next to his bed.

"Timmy!" His mom said, as she wrapped him tightly in a hug.

"Ugh, what happened?" He moaned as his mother released him.

His mother gave him a stern look, "You ran right into that river in the middle of the forest we specifically told you not to go in to. It's a dangerous place to be!"

"But Tootie! She was chasing me!" Timmy objected.

"But she still saved you."

Timmy froze.

A nurse suddenly walked into the room, "Mr. and Mrs. Turner, if you would like, you are welcome to head to the hospital cafeteria for lunch." Timmy's stomach flipped when he saw who stood beside the nurse.

Tootie smiled weakly and waved shyly. Since when was Tootie shy around him? What did he say that made her- oh. Yeah.

"Oh! Food!" Mr. Turner ran out of the room, Mrs. Turner close behind.

"If you don't mind," Tootie said to the nurse, "I'll stay in here for a little bit. Just to see if he's alright." The nurse nodded, then left, closing the door behind her. Timmy nervously twiddled his thumbs, with Tootie standing by the door, looking at the floor. He could feel the terrible feeling of guilt and… something else gurgle in the pit of his stomach. Timmy gulped, then heard a soft whistle. He looked at the top of the grey cabinet, seeing a pink flower vase and a green flower. They both winked at him.

"So," Tootie sighed, sitting in the chair his mom was previously in, "How are you feeling?"

"G-Good," Timmy stuttered looking away. The two ten-year-olds sighed.

"I'm sorry!" Timmy suddenly blurted out.

Tootie jumped, "W-What?"

Timmy blushed at his sudden outburst, "I'm sorry about what I said. You know, right before I fell in."

Tootie narrowed her eyes, "Are you just saying that because I saved you?"

"No no no!" Timmy pleaded, "I mean it Tootie! Really! I guess at the time, I just wanted you to stop chasing me, but I didn't really mean it."

Tootie sighed, "Well, I suppose I believe you. But after I heard you say that, it made me…realize that I couldn't keep chasing you. You obviously don't love me, and I should recognize that." She placed her hand on his, which in return made his blush creep deeper, "But thanks for telling me. I still like you, but I shouldn't keep after you just because of that."

The flower and vase snickered at Timmy's reaction to Tootie's contact. "But, Tootie-" Timmy started, yet Tootie cut him off.

"It's okay Timmy. You want me to leave now." She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, "Don't worry, I'll come to visit you every day until they let you out."

Timmy's only reaction was to hold the cheek Tootie had kissed, mostly to hide some of his now completely red face, and to hide his smile. Tootie let go of his hand and left, Timmy's gaze following her until she was out of sight. He once again heard two poofs beside him, but he didn't bother to look over.

"What's wrong with him?" He heard Cosmo cry, "Is he sick? Hmm….face red, dazed expression…"

Wanda put a hand on Cosmo's shoulder, "Cosmo, I think-"

"Wait!" Cosmo interrupted her, "I know what to do!" Cosmo grabbed both his and Wanda's wands, rubbed them together quickly, and yelled "Clear!" before severely shocking the three of them. Wanda grabbed her wand and poofed everyone back to normal. Cosmo nervously tugged at his collar, whistling, while trying to avoid Wanda's glare.

"Cosmo, I was trying to say that I think Timmy is a little more than okay," she said with a sly grin.

Timmy tore his gaze to look at her, blushing, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, Sport," Wanda drawled, "You've obviously fallen in love!"

"I have not!" He cried.

"But Timmy!" Cosmo interceded, "Then why did you act all nervous when she touched your hand, or why did your face turn red when she kissed you, or why were you so eager to make her forgive you, or-"

"That's enough, Cosmo!" Timmy interrupted him, trying to shut him up.

Wanda continued for Cosmo, "And blushing, like you're doing right now…

"Nuh uh!" The boy cried, his cheeks darkening as he tried to hide his face.

Wanda smiled, "My point exactly."

"I don't love her," Timmy crossed his arms defiantly and turned away.

Wanda rolled her eyes, "Fine, be that way. I guess we'll just have to see tomorrow. When she comes to visit, show no signs that you like her. No blushing, no stuttering, no smiling if she kisses you or holds your hand."

"Deal." Timmy finished.

The next morning the three woke to a bright new day.

"Don't forget the deal," Timmy heard Wanda whisper in his ear.

"I didn't!" He whispered back. He was ready to prove Wanda wrong for the first time. It's not like he really liked Tootie anyway, so this would be a piece of cake.

"It's okay, I know where it is. Thanks, anyway!" They all heard Tootie skip down the hallway.

She poked her head into the room, "Good morning, Timmy!"

Timmy smiled as she walked in, "H-Hey Tootie." He slapped his hand over his mouth. What just happened? He already messed up! Tootie sat down on the other side of the room, farther away than she was yesterday. Timmy couldn't help but frown as his stomach dropped. He was actually expecting her to pounce on him or at least sit closer. But why should he care? He sat back in his bed and sighed, closing his eyes. Tootie sat it the chair, silently twirling a piece of hair.

"So," she ventured, "what did you do after I left yesterday?"

Timmy thought, "Well I pretty much watched TV and played games on my handheld player."

"I've never played a handheld player before!" Tootie announced.

Timmy raised an eyebrow at her, "You haven't?"

She shrugged, "Vicky wouldn't exactly allow it…"

"Well," Timmy nervously said, butterflies in his stomach, "I could show you if you want, and you could play it…if you want."

She smiled, "Yeah. That would be fun." She walked over and sat down next to Timmy on his hospital bed, and cautiously leaned back. Hours passed as the two passed the gaming device back and forth, trying to beat the other's high score. By the time it was dark, Timmy was busy playing. He yawned, and looked down at Tootie. Long ago she had fallen asleep; her head now rest on his shoulder. He blushed at the sight of her. Too tired to play anymore, he put the game on the table next to the bed.

"Wanda?" He warily called out.

She poofed up as a human nurse. She smiled at the sight of them, "What is it, Sport?"

"I wish we had a blanket," he yawned. Wanda raised her wand, and a thick comforter appeared across the two on the bed. Tootie shifted at the sudden covering, and reached out and held onto Timmy's hand. Timmy's face reddened again. It only seemed to redden when others were around, darn it!

Wanda raised an eyebrow at him, "Timmy, you're blushing. You didn't forget our deal, did you?"

Timmy thought for a moment, "No. I… I do like her."

Wanda smiled and ruffled his hair. "I knew it all along, Sport," she whispered. She turned to poof away.

"Wanda," Timmy said, "You're right."

She turned back around, "About what?"

Timmy rested his head atop Tootie's and closed his eyes.

"She isn't that bad."

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