Title: Bimbolina
Author: Mistress Sarcasm
E-mail: mistress_sarcasm@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: If you want to put my story on your site, feel free to ask :o)
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Passions characters, I am just borrowing them to do my bidding O;-)
Summary: Gwen finds her arch rival in the palm of her hands - literally
"I see trouble brewing in Harmony TimTim. Chaos and evil will reign supreme!" Tabitha Lenox cackled swooping her arms into the air dramatically, causing her brightly coloured bracelets to clink and whisper together in agreement. Timmy gazed up at his princess and rolled his eyes.
"Tabby *always* says that..."
"Oh hush dollface, I'm trying to see if I can dig up some naughty information on the good people of Harmony!" Tabitha propped her stuffed companion under her arm, and peered through the window of the Book Cafe. She raised an eyebrow as her eyes fell on a young couple laughing and kissing, blissfully ignorant to the batty old woman spying on them.
"Ethan and Theresa are so sweet" Timmy cooed, a smile creasing his plump doll cheeks.
"Stuff it batting for brains! There is nothing sweet about young love..." Tabitha spat as if the word love was some vile substance lingering on her tongue. "I see someone else who agrees with me..." They both watched as Gwen, sitting a few tables away, glared with icy contempt at the smoochy duo. She made a small gagging noise as the pair shared a rather sloppy and prolonged kiss goodbye. She crossed her arms, her hateful eyes fixed on Theresa. "If looks could kill TimTim, if looks could kill..."
It took every bit of will power left in Gwen not to take a flying leep towards Theresa and strangle her. She had replayed the several vicious scenarios in her head in which she exacted her revenge, which ranged from tearing Theresa's thick hair out from her scalp to gouging those huge, bug-like eyes out with Theresa's own clumpy mascara wand. Her eyes narrowed into callous slits, she watched Theresa staring dreamily like a newborn fawn beaming at the world which catered to her every whim and need.
"Enjoy your happiness now Theresita, because your pretty little fantasy world that you've built up for you and Ethan is as fragile as a house of cards, and soon it will come tumbling down around you. Your dreams will slip through your fingers just like that smile will slip from your face," Gwen whispered to herself. "I am going to get you right where I want you. You will be right in the palm of my hand, and I am going to crush you like the disgusting parasite you are..."
Outside the window, the corners of Tabitha's mouth curled into a cruel smile. Timmy arched an eyebrow and his eyes widened. "Timmy know that gleam in Tabby's eyes. Tabby is up to something..."
"Well dollface, from her lips to *my* ears. I think I might just help Miss Gwennie's plan along, Her little speech gave me quite the ideas..."
"What *kind* of ideas?"
"Deliciously evil ideas. Let's just say she inspired me..." Tabitha cackled spinning Timmy around in a circle, the fringe on her jacket dancing along in equal delight. She tossed Timmy in the air and caught him with glee. "I am going to help Gwen destroy Theresa!"
Timmy clung to Tabitha's patchwork vest and groaned. "Timmy thinks he is going to be sick."
"Oh please Timmy! I know you harbor some affection for the good people of Harmony, but this has really gone to far..."
"No, no, Timmy really does feel sick from all that spinning. Timmy thinks he might throw up! Timmy thinks he needs a Martimmy..." he grumbled, slapping a gloved hand in front of his mouth.
"You can't throw up, you havn't got a stomach! Now suck it up dollboy" Tabitha laughed, patting her precocious doll on the chest. "Now then back to business..." she mumbled rummaging through her jacket until she plucked a glass vial containing pink liquid. "This Timmy, is going to help Gwen's dream come true. Come on then, let's get to work..." She scooped Timmy up in her arms and with a jingle of the door chimes, stepped inside the Book Cafe.
Gwen was still staring daggers at Theresa, who was idly running her finger along the edge of her coffee cup.
"She wouldn't be smiling if that boiling hot coffee fell into her lap and ruined that frilly pink dress" Gwen hissed through clenched teeth. Timmy fell into doll mode as Tabitha took a seat at the table behind Theresa. She had a wicked grin plastered across her face, and a glint of mayhem in her eyes. "What is Tabby planning now?"
"I told you Timmy, I am going to help Gwen get her wish..."
"What wish was that?" Timmy mouthed to himself as Tabitha slid her chair over to Theresa.
"Why hello dear, how are you?" Tabitha chirped faking a sweet and kindly grin.
"Oh I'm just fine Tabitha!" Theresa giggled baring a large, toothy grin. She batted her eyelashes that framed her liquidy eyes. They seemed to Tabitha reminiscent of that annoying deer Bambi staring stupidly at a hunter, ignorant to the fact that it was about to have it's head blown off. Resisting the urge to projectile vomit at Theresa's cartoon-like appearance, Tabitha continued with her sweet little old lady charade.
"I just saw you with Ethan, you two make a lovely couple..." As Tabitha continued chatting with Theresa, Timmy spied that while Theresa was distracted by the conversation, Tabby was carefully emptying the contents of the vial into Theresa's coffee cup.
"Well Tabitha it was nice talking with you, but I am afraid I have to go" Theresa said happily.
"Nice chatting with you to dear..." Tabitha replied, the devilish smirk returning when Theresa's back was turned. Tabitha watched with amusement as Gwen barged out the door after Theresa. Timmy glared suspiciously at his princess as they approched the door.
"I smell trouble Timmy! That and the smell of sweet success!"
"Really? Timmy smells cookies..." he said sniffing the aroma. Tabitha sighed at her naive creation before quickening her steps to follow Gwen and Theresa to the wharf.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes" Tabitha hummed in satisfaction. Timmy gave his patented eye roll and heavy sigh as they peered around the corner at Gwen and Theresa.
"What are they talking about? Timmy can't hear them!" He whined anxiously.
"Well neither can I with all your yammering!" Tabby snapped in return. "It won't be long now..."
Just as Gwen was approaching Theresa, the doe-eyed dreamer flipped open the tab on her cup and took a long sip. Tabitha's eyes flashed with fiendish delight as the young girl coughed and sputtered.
"Theresa, are you alright?" Gwen asked, frankly shocked at her own concern. A strange pink glow was emanating around Theresa and throbbed like a strobe light. "A little too much pink lipgloss eh Theresa?" Gwen said with a laugh, but she was really quite unnerved. Suddenly, the pale shimmer exploded into a bright flash, knocking Gwen to the ground.
"What happened, what happened?" Timy cried unshielding his eyes and peering up at Tabitha mystified.
"Like I said Timmy, Gwen got exactly what she wished for. For her arch rival to be right in the palm of her hand..." Tabitha whispered winking and nodding towards the spot where the two women once stood.
Gwen moaned and pried herself to her feet. Brushing off her dress she stared around, looking for Theresa. Her expression was a mixture of utter disbelief and pure joy as her blue-green orbs beheld a sight that both baffled and delighted her. Theresa was standing exactly where she was before, and looked very much the same except for one small detail. One *exceptionally* small detail. The fact of the matter was, one could say that the exceptionally small detail was Theresa herself, for she had been reduced quite a bit in size until she was no bigger than a field mouse...
To be continued
Author: Mistress Sarcasm
E-mail: mistress_sarcasm@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: If you want to put my story on your site, feel free to ask :o)
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Passions characters, I am just borrowing them to do my bidding O;-)
Summary: Gwen finds her arch rival in the palm of her hands - literally
"I see trouble brewing in Harmony TimTim. Chaos and evil will reign supreme!" Tabitha Lenox cackled swooping her arms into the air dramatically, causing her brightly coloured bracelets to clink and whisper together in agreement. Timmy gazed up at his princess and rolled his eyes.
"Tabby *always* says that..."
"Oh hush dollface, I'm trying to see if I can dig up some naughty information on the good people of Harmony!" Tabitha propped her stuffed companion under her arm, and peered through the window of the Book Cafe. She raised an eyebrow as her eyes fell on a young couple laughing and kissing, blissfully ignorant to the batty old woman spying on them.
"Ethan and Theresa are so sweet" Timmy cooed, a smile creasing his plump doll cheeks.
"Stuff it batting for brains! There is nothing sweet about young love..." Tabitha spat as if the word love was some vile substance lingering on her tongue. "I see someone else who agrees with me..." They both watched as Gwen, sitting a few tables away, glared with icy contempt at the smoochy duo. She made a small gagging noise as the pair shared a rather sloppy and prolonged kiss goodbye. She crossed her arms, her hateful eyes fixed on Theresa. "If looks could kill TimTim, if looks could kill..."
It took every bit of will power left in Gwen not to take a flying leep towards Theresa and strangle her. She had replayed the several vicious scenarios in her head in which she exacted her revenge, which ranged from tearing Theresa's thick hair out from her scalp to gouging those huge, bug-like eyes out with Theresa's own clumpy mascara wand. Her eyes narrowed into callous slits, she watched Theresa staring dreamily like a newborn fawn beaming at the world which catered to her every whim and need.
"Enjoy your happiness now Theresita, because your pretty little fantasy world that you've built up for you and Ethan is as fragile as a house of cards, and soon it will come tumbling down around you. Your dreams will slip through your fingers just like that smile will slip from your face," Gwen whispered to herself. "I am going to get you right where I want you. You will be right in the palm of my hand, and I am going to crush you like the disgusting parasite you are..."
Outside the window, the corners of Tabitha's mouth curled into a cruel smile. Timmy arched an eyebrow and his eyes widened. "Timmy know that gleam in Tabby's eyes. Tabby is up to something..."
"Well dollface, from her lips to *my* ears. I think I might just help Miss Gwennie's plan along, Her little speech gave me quite the ideas..."
"What *kind* of ideas?"
"Deliciously evil ideas. Let's just say she inspired me..." Tabitha cackled spinning Timmy around in a circle, the fringe on her jacket dancing along in equal delight. She tossed Timmy in the air and caught him with glee. "I am going to help Gwen destroy Theresa!"
Timmy clung to Tabitha's patchwork vest and groaned. "Timmy thinks he is going to be sick."
"Oh please Timmy! I know you harbor some affection for the good people of Harmony, but this has really gone to far..."
"No, no, Timmy really does feel sick from all that spinning. Timmy thinks he might throw up! Timmy thinks he needs a Martimmy..." he grumbled, slapping a gloved hand in front of his mouth.
"You can't throw up, you havn't got a stomach! Now suck it up dollboy" Tabitha laughed, patting her precocious doll on the chest. "Now then back to business..." she mumbled rummaging through her jacket until she plucked a glass vial containing pink liquid. "This Timmy, is going to help Gwen's dream come true. Come on then, let's get to work..." She scooped Timmy up in her arms and with a jingle of the door chimes, stepped inside the Book Cafe.
Gwen was still staring daggers at Theresa, who was idly running her finger along the edge of her coffee cup.
"She wouldn't be smiling if that boiling hot coffee fell into her lap and ruined that frilly pink dress" Gwen hissed through clenched teeth. Timmy fell into doll mode as Tabitha took a seat at the table behind Theresa. She had a wicked grin plastered across her face, and a glint of mayhem in her eyes. "What is Tabby planning now?"
"I told you Timmy, I am going to help Gwen get her wish..."
"What wish was that?" Timmy mouthed to himself as Tabitha slid her chair over to Theresa.
"Why hello dear, how are you?" Tabitha chirped faking a sweet and kindly grin.
"Oh I'm just fine Tabitha!" Theresa giggled baring a large, toothy grin. She batted her eyelashes that framed her liquidy eyes. They seemed to Tabitha reminiscent of that annoying deer Bambi staring stupidly at a hunter, ignorant to the fact that it was about to have it's head blown off. Resisting the urge to projectile vomit at Theresa's cartoon-like appearance, Tabitha continued with her sweet little old lady charade.
"I just saw you with Ethan, you two make a lovely couple..." As Tabitha continued chatting with Theresa, Timmy spied that while Theresa was distracted by the conversation, Tabby was carefully emptying the contents of the vial into Theresa's coffee cup.
"Well Tabitha it was nice talking with you, but I am afraid I have to go" Theresa said happily.
"Nice chatting with you to dear..." Tabitha replied, the devilish smirk returning when Theresa's back was turned. Tabitha watched with amusement as Gwen barged out the door after Theresa. Timmy glared suspiciously at his princess as they approched the door.
"I smell trouble Timmy! That and the smell of sweet success!"
"Really? Timmy smells cookies..." he said sniffing the aroma. Tabitha sighed at her naive creation before quickening her steps to follow Gwen and Theresa to the wharf.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes" Tabitha hummed in satisfaction. Timmy gave his patented eye roll and heavy sigh as they peered around the corner at Gwen and Theresa.
"What are they talking about? Timmy can't hear them!" He whined anxiously.
"Well neither can I with all your yammering!" Tabby snapped in return. "It won't be long now..."
Just as Gwen was approaching Theresa, the doe-eyed dreamer flipped open the tab on her cup and took a long sip. Tabitha's eyes flashed with fiendish delight as the young girl coughed and sputtered.
"Theresa, are you alright?" Gwen asked, frankly shocked at her own concern. A strange pink glow was emanating around Theresa and throbbed like a strobe light. "A little too much pink lipgloss eh Theresa?" Gwen said with a laugh, but she was really quite unnerved. Suddenly, the pale shimmer exploded into a bright flash, knocking Gwen to the ground.
"What happened, what happened?" Timy cried unshielding his eyes and peering up at Tabitha mystified.
"Like I said Timmy, Gwen got exactly what she wished for. For her arch rival to be right in the palm of her hand..." Tabitha whispered winking and nodding towards the spot where the two women once stood.
Gwen moaned and pried herself to her feet. Brushing off her dress she stared around, looking for Theresa. Her expression was a mixture of utter disbelief and pure joy as her blue-green orbs beheld a sight that both baffled and delighted her. Theresa was standing exactly where she was before, and looked very much the same except for one small detail. One *exceptionally* small detail. The fact of the matter was, one could say that the exceptionally small detail was Theresa herself, for she had been reduced quite a bit in size until she was no bigger than a field mouse...
To be continued