Timmy and Remy are 13 in this story, just to let you know.

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Remy Buxaplenty could not sleep.

He tossed and turned in his bed for hours, spending half of his time awake trying to sleep and spending the other half wondering why his attempts as sleep weren't working. Was it the wad of money stored under his mattress, creating a rather large lump? No, that had always been there, and it never bugged him. The moonlight shining through the window? No, he rather liked the silvery glow. Darkness didn't really appeal to the little blond boy. He glanced at his purple "ferret"- his fairy godfather, Juandi...

Juandissimo.

Of course. How could he have been so stupid? It was obvious that what he had seen earlier that day was keeping him up. He sighed, turning on his side. He remembered it perfectly, and he was afraid that he always would...

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Remy was walking upstairs after a rather high-quality breakfast- without his money-hungry parents, of course. He was going up to his room to wish for something (he didn't exactly know what, but he would think of it when he got there). As he neared the door to his room, he heard two voices. The first one he immediately recognized- it was Juandissimo, Remy's muscle-bound fairy godfather. The boy would know that Hispanic accent anywhere.

He recognized the second voice as well, but it was definitely not someone he cared for at all. Correction- he didn't care for her then, before he had witnessed what was about to happen. It was Wanda.

Turner's fairy? Remy wondered. What on Earth is she doing here? Pressing his ear to the door, he strained to make out the words.

Wanda spoke first. "So, you wanted to talk to me? Make it quick." She sounded rather bored. "You know I don't like to leave Cosmo and Timmy alone with Poof for very long."

"Si, Wanda. I not only wanted to talk to you... I need to talk to you." Why did Juandissimo sound so angry? "Right now. I promise, Wanda, that this won't take long."

"Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

"You getting back together with me," Juandissimo replied smoothly. Remy rolled his eyes. Juandissimo still hadn't given up on his chase after Wanda.

And soon it was going to be made clear that he never would.

Wanda snorted. "Juandissimo, no. Give it up. I love Cosmo now; I'll never love you after what you did to me! I loved you. I trusted you. Somehow, I found it in myself to forgive you day after day for what you were doing... but no more! I won't let you do that again!"

Remy's face contorted in confusion. Juandissimo constantly ranted on about Wanda, and he never told Remy about anything that he had done to her... or at least, nothing as bad as whatever Wanda was hinting at. He pressed the side of his head to the door harder, deeply interested in the conversation.

"Mi amor, whatever did I do?" Juandissimo sounded like he already knew. This made Remy even more confused.

"You know what you did," Wanda hissed angrily.

"No, actually. I don't."

"Like shit you don't know!" Remy had to suppress a giggle- as rich and sophisticated as he was, childhood immaturity was still there. He had never heard a fairy swear before, and somehow it seemed funny.

"I think I need a reminder of what I did," Juandissimo requested, although it was obvious in his tone that he knew just what he had done. "I think you need a reminder too, Wanda. It's a good ten thousand years overdue." He sounded calm.

Eerily calm.

"What? Juandissimo, what are you talking about?"

"A long-overdue reminder."

"I don't- Juandissimo, back off! I have a wand, and I'm not afraid to use it!" Wanda threatened.

Remy heard a small clit-clit sound, like a small object clattering on the floor. Juandissimo's voice rumbled with a mocking undertone. "Not anymore, you don't."

"I still have my hands!" Wanda growled.

Juandissimo laughed a bit. "You know I'm too strong for you." Remy bit his lip. He didn't care for Wanda at all -at least, not then- but he still didn't like where this was going.

"What difference does it make? Juandissimo, back off! I'm getting my wand and leaving. This conversation is over!"

"I beg to differ, Wanda." There it was again- that errie calmness in his voice that chilled Remy to the bone.

"It's over, Juandissimo," Wanda stated.

"This is not over!"

"Yes it is!"

"It's not over until I say!"

"It's ov-"

Her word was cut off by a loud crack and a pained scream. Remy jumped and bit his lip harder as another crack came. He heard Wanda shrieking every time it sounded. It sounded kind of like a loud clap, or...

A slap...

Remy quietly turned the knob and peered inside his room.

There it was- the image that would be burned into his mind until this dying day, and would probably carry on into the afterlife. Wanda's eyes were closed, tears trickling from them like the silver fairy-blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. She was holding her cheek- Remy noticed that it was burning a painful red under her fingers. Juandissimo faced her, staring at her. As Remy took in the expression on his face, the anger burning in his lilac eyes, he realized with a jolt that there was only hate there.

There was no love.

"Ah, I remember now." The way Juandissimo said it reminded Remy of Scar in The Lion King, in the moment where Scar was just about to kill Simba. "I did something like..." he grabbed her shoulders and threw her against the wall, "this to you, didn't I?" As Wanda hit the wall, another crack- this one soft- sounded. This time, it didn't sound like a smack; it sounded more like a breaking twig.

Shoving his fist in his mouth was all Remy could do to keep himself from gasping in complete horror. One of Wanda's bug-like wings was folded at a cruel angle. Remy realized with a sickening feeling that it was broken. He looked at Juandissimo expectantly, predicting he would run -or hover- to Wanda, apologizing profusely for what he had done.

But sadly, such was not the case.

In his body, Remy could feel his stomach twisting as he watched Juandissimo. His mauve eyes were evil, taking in Wanda's pain with a cruel, violet bloodthirst. "Yes, I abused you, didn't I? And not only in this way."

Remy was confused again. How else could you abuse someone? There were three ways- emotionally, and Wanda didn't seem bothered by that at all. Physically, which Juandissimo had already done. Finally, there was...

Oh, no. This couldn't be real. Despite his occasional idiocies, Juandissimo was still someone who Remy respected. The fairy he looked up to, trusted, and, in a way, loved, couldn't be doing this!

Surely this was all a mistake? Maybe Remy had misunderstood?

But Remy realized it was true. What he was seeing was not false. He wanted to run, to pull himself away from the sheer horror that he was witnessing, and yet somehow, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Part of him wanted to see it all. Why, he didn't know.

"Someone's going to find out sooner or later, Juandissimo," Wanda half-yelled, half-sobbed. "Someone will find out what you did- what you're doing now!"

Juandissimo grabbed her bloodstained chin and forced it up violently. His grip on her face didn't allow her magenta gaze away from his. "The only way anyone will ever find out is if you tell someone. And you remember what happened the last time you told someone?" Wanda's eyes widened as she did her best to nod in Juandissimo's strong hold on her head.

Remy knew he didn't want to know.

Juandissimo kissed her firmly, though Remy doubted it was passionate at all. Wanda's eyes did not close. She whimpered a little as Juandissimo pulled away and quickly slammed her into the wall again. Another soft wing-snapping sound made its way to Remy's ears. When Juandissimo rose his wand, vines shot up from the floor, snaking around Wanda's wrists forcing her to stand still. More came and twined around her ankles.

"Juandissimo..." Wanda sounded tired and scared. "Please... don't..."

Juandissimo ignored her and moved closer.

"Juanidissimo... back off..."

He grabbed her shirt.

"Stop..."

An evil laugh escaped the Hispanic fairy's dark lips. "You can't get away, Wanda." He touched noses with her and Wanda whimpered again. "And this time, Cosmo isn't here to save you."

Wanda closed her eyes, as if the darkness would somehow make it all go away. Juandissimo pulled quickly, ripping her shirt right off. Remy had to cover his mouth again to stop himself from making some sort of sound that would give himself away. Juandissimo, however, was not horrified at all by what he had just done.

He pressed up close to Wanda, taking his own shirt off. Wanda squirmed with the few parts of her body that weren't constricted with vines. "I will have you, Wanda, whether you like it or not."

"Juandissimo, please. Stop."

"Do you want a repeat of June 18 of 8542 B.C.?" Juandissimo snarled.

Whatever happened on that day had obviously gotten to Wanda, because her eyes widened and she hung her head. "Fine. Fine, Juandissimo. Beat me. Rape me. Kill me. Do whatever you want to me. I... I don't care."

No, Remy thought. No. I can't just sit here and watch this. I can't. He looked around. Wanda's wand was laying just a few steps away, inside the room. If he could somehow grab it and free her...

No. Wait. If Juandissimo saw him, it would be the end for both him and Wanda. So what could he do? Fairies had to grant the wishes of their godchildren, right? If Remy wished for something quietly, then would Juandissimo's wand activate automatically? It was worth a shot. He took a slow, quiet breath, and whispered, "I wish Wanda was free, safe, and back home with her husband and child."

Sure enough, Juandissimo's wand lit up. For a moment, he looked confounded. Then, slowly, he turned towards to door and hovered toward it.

Remy bit his lip again. He didn't quite think that one through. Juandissimo was an idiot, but even he could figure out that his godchild must have wished for it. Wanda had already poofed off by this time, so it was obvious that Juandisssimo was going over to the door to see who had done it...

Wait. He was stopping!

Juandissimo picked up Wanda's wand -which Remy would have liked to send with her, but magic can't be wished away by other magic- and twirled it in his fingers. He glared at his own wand one last time, cursing under his breath and saying something about how defective the wand was.

Remy almost made the mistake of breathing a sigh of relief. Instead, he turned and walked quietly down the stairs. Once he was sure he was out of earshot of his fairy godparent, he started running as fast as he could to Timmy's house. I'll just have to explain I'm not there to fight, he thought. I'm telling Turner, whether Juandissimo likes it or not.