A/N: Boy, I feel like it's been a while since I put one of these in here. Anyway, it's been pretty rainy around here and, unlike most people, I like the rain. It puts me in a good mood, so I figured I'd try writing a little something, and this happened. I'll admit, Vicki's a little OOC in this, but y'all are used to that by now, right?


Vicki awoke and fluttered her eyes open. Yes, fluttered. She looked around her room as she sat up in bed. Her room was dark, as it usually was when she first woke up. The curtains were drawn and it was nice and quiet. No parents bothering her to get up and not sleep in, no little sister pestering her about who-knows-what, and not even any eye gunk that you normally had when you first woke up.

The red-head stretched as she got out of bed and yawned cutely. "Cutely? Something is definitely up today..." It didn't matter how well a day started for Vicki. She was a realist that bordered on pessimism at all times. If someone offered her a free wad of money, she'd ask them why. If a person who had never met her was nice to her, she'd give them a quizzical look(and likely a fist in the eye), if a day started out good, it was bound to go very, very bad. So if she thought her own yawns sounded cute, it stood to reason that something was very wrong today.

Her knees popped and bones cracked as she made her way over to the window, making her feel... limber. "No way. The forecast said sunny skies, a cloudless day, perfect for going swimming, or-" Vicki pulled the curtains aside to reveal that it was currently downpouring quite fiercely outside. "Wow. I stand corrected." she opened her window and let the damp air fill her room and lungs.

And began to giggle.

Not evilly though. More like a giddy schoolgirl giggle. "It's a beautiful day."

Due to her propensity for not letting people in when it came to personal things, most people didn't know that Vicki was quite fond of rainy days like this one. It wasn't that she hated sunny days, or sunlight in general, she just loved days like today, where the rain came pouring down, cooling the sun-baked earth, the smell of dampness filled her nostrils, and there was a certain... electricity in the air, almost like-

There was a loud thunderclap from outside.

"Perfect!" Vicki nearly shook with excitement as she stepped away from her window and grabbed a change of clothes for herself. A day like today was not to be squandered in Vicki's eyes, now she just had to figure out who to spend it with... "Tootie~!" the twenty-two year old burst out of her room with her change of clothes in hand and rapped on her sister's door loudly. "You up?"

A few seconds of groaning later and her sister opened the door looking none too pleased. "Yeah?" Tootie asked with a yawn. "What's up?"

"Wanna hang out?" Vicki smiled at her sister, a genuine smile. One that immediately put the glasses-wearing girl on edge.

"Hang... out? Like... like doing what?"

"I dunno!" Vicki shrugged. "Whatever you want! I just wanna enjoy the day with my favorite sister!" Again, Vicki smiled at Tootie excitedly.

"Um... Wha- Are you feeling okay?" Tootie reached up and felt Vicki's forehead. "You don't have a fever..."

"I feel great, really! Why, you think I'm sick or something?" Vicki frowned in concern.

"Well... you're acting... really strange... You get a boyfriend last night or something? Or... please tell me you didn't kill someone..." Tootie whined out and facepalmed. Something like that would put her sister in a good mood.

"Kill someone? Seriously Tootie? I can't be happy?"

"I didn't say that..." Tootie looked over her shoulder at her bed, which, while empty, seemed to be beckoning for her to return to its warm embrace. Then she looked over her bed and out the window above it. "Ah. I see..." Tootie returned her attention to her oddly upbeat sister. "You're in a good mood because of the weather, aren't ya?"

"Maybe..." Vicki replied coyly. "You're one of the few people that knows-"

"I'm the only person that knows. And no, I don't want to hang out today. I want to sleep in, considering it's Saturday. Y'know, the day most high school kids sleep in?" Tootie yawned again and stretched. "Why not ask Rachel? Or Heather? Or... I dunno, one of your other friends?"

"Because I wanted to ask you first!" Vicki beamed at her sister. "But that's okay! You catch up on your beauty sleep, I'll chill with someone else. See you later today, Toots!" Vicki leaned in and gave her sister a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling a one-eighty and heading into the bathroom, then shutting the door behind her.

"You're so... weird!" Tootie playfully shouted as she closed her bedroom door, made her way over to her window, and opened it, allowing the cool, damp air to come into her room. "It's a beautiful day... for sleeping." she crawled into bed under the covers and wrapped them around her, feeling the warm grip of sleep already upon her once more...

After showering, drying off, brushing her teeth, and getting dressed in a green t-shirt and black, knee-length shorts, Vicki raced back into her room and grabbed her phone, then flopped down onto her bed and immediately began dialing her friends' phone numbers, starting with Rachel...

And moving on to Heather when Rachel declined...

And moving on to Lisa when Heather didn't want to hang out on account of the rain...

And finally gave up when Lisa too turned her down.

"Oh... Isn't there anyone I can enjoy this day with?!" Vicki was not angry, no matter how much it may be expected or seemed. She was truly, genuinely sad that everyone in her life disliked rainy days, unlike her. "Although..." Vicki flipped over on her bed to lie on her back with her arms behind her back. "There is one person that I could get to enjoy this day with me..." Vicki smirked to herself as she sprang out of bed and dashed out of her room.

Meanwhile...

Timmy Turner awoke and rolled out of bed, making sure to land on all fours so as not to hurt himself, or wake his parents(or godparents). It already felt like today was going to be a lazy Saturday, which was only confirmed as Timmy quietly made his way down to the living room to spy two somewhat disconcerting things. The first was the window that showed the Turner residence's front lawn. It was raining. Quite hard actually.

The second was less intriguing than the first, but only because the sixteen year old had grown used to it. A post-it note sat upon the coffee table, the poor thing so crammed with words that it appeared to be more pen ink than paper at this point.

Timmy walked over(no longer needing to be stealthy as he imagined what the note more than likely said) and grabbed the note.

Dear Timmy, we're going out for awhile. Mostly grocery shopping, but your Father wants to stop at Wall 2 Wall mart for a few things, as well as stop by the Dinkleburgs' house to rub in their face that we have a child and they don't. We should be back in time for dinner.

Love, Mom and Dad

Timmy covered his mouth as he yawned. "Okay..."

It certainly wasn't a loving note, and it would be nice if they brought him along for something once in a while, but at least they wouldn't be gone long enough to require Vicki's services. The girl didn't even babysit anyone besides him anymore! Of course she had mellowed out over the years, teenagers could be cruel, and Vicki was most definitely a prime example.

But against all odds, the pink-eyed girl-turned-woman had become... a fairly decent person. She still made Timmy do his chores... Or... "Does she?" It had never struck Timmy until now, but he always did what Vicki told him. He didn't have to do his chores... She couldn't exactly force him...

So then why did he still do them unquestioningly? He couldn't be sure. Before today, it just seemed natural, but now... He supposed he listened to her for the same reason that he occasionally stuck his neck out for her. If he was gonna keep Cosmo and Wanda around, he needed her around. And refusing to do his chores would only result in unnecessary arguments and fighting. It was better to keep things peaceful than incite a war.

Timmy crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash, then entered the kitchen and set about making himself a breakfast fit for a king. Why? "Why not?"

Several minutes of cooking later, and the kitchen table was nearly covered by plates of food. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, sausage, toast... "Phew!" Timmy wiped his brow and slumped down into his chair. "Don't want to get rusty, but maybe I... heheh... overdid it?"

A knocking sound rang out through the house, somehow breaking past the sound of the heavy rain and finding its way to Timmy's ears. "Who in their right mind would be out in this?" Standing up, Timmy grabbed a slice of toast and smeared some grape jelly on it, then walked though the kitchen and living room and stopped at the door. A look out the window revealed that it was still raining heavily.

Timmy stuck the slice of toast in his mouth and unlocked the door, then opened it to find the last person he expected to find on his front steps in the pouring rain.

"Hiya!" Vicki waved at Timmy in greeting with a wide smile on her face.

Timmy immediately tensed up at her greeting however, and took a step back as his jaw clenched and he bit into his toast. The action caused the toast to drop out of his mouth and fall toward the ground, only to be caught by Vicki.

"Thanks!" Vicki lifted the forgotten slice of toast to her mouth and took a bite. "How'd you know I like grape jelly? You spying on me or something?" the red-head walked past Timmy into his house, leaving said brunet standing in his doorway feeling very confused.

After several seconds of standing in his own front doorway like an idiot, Timmy regained the presence of mind to shut his front door and turned to face Vicki... Only to find that she was gone. "What the- What is going on?!"

Timmy made his way back toward the kitchen. Had he imagined her? Did he finally lose his mind with all the magic and craziness in his life? Maybe... he was dreaming? Timmy pinched his arm, making sure to dig the nail in a bit. "Nope. I'm awake... Or this is a really lucid dream..."

Unfortunately, upon re-entering the kitchen, Timmy found the girl that was essentially his nemesis sitting at the table, looking far too happy as she ate his breakfast. "Oh! I forgot to say good morning... Good morning!" she smiled again as she ate his toast.

"What the fuck." Hesitantly, Timmy walked over and stopped next to Vicki and leaned down to look at her closely. "You're... a hallucination, right? This is some kind of weird, mid-teen life crisis thing, telling me I have to be nicer to my evil babysitter, right?"

"Well, I don't feel like a hallucination, but who knows?" Vicki spoke nonchalantly and shrugged.

"Hm..." Timmy watched as droplets of water dripped off Vicki's completely soaked hair and onto the floor. "Maybe I could..." throwing caution(and sanity) to the wind, Timmy brought his hand up and touched Vicki's forearm, feeling the dampness and goosebumps on her skin. "Okay, so she seems real and WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!" the brunet pulled his hand away and jumped back as if he had been burned.

"Something wrong?" Vicki looked closely at her arm. "They're just goosebumps. I don't have a disease... Why are you so jumpy?"

"Wha... Who... are you?" this was NOT Vicki, no way was this Vicki. His Vicki was evil, mean, cruel, teasing... All sorts of things that contrasted sharply with the personality of this Vicki. She simply couldn't be his Vicki. "Wait. My Vicki? I really am losing it..."

"Me? I'm Vicki! Your favorite babysitter? We've known each other for eight years now!" she smiled at him once more as she closed her eyes. It was... a Tootie smile. Not evil, not at all. More endearing and... cute?

Timmy mentally gagged. "Are you... feeling alright?" he walked over next to Vicki, feeling slightly more confident as it didn't seem like she was going to kill him, and placed his hand on her forehead. "You don't feel like you have a fever... Did you hit your head or something?" He was not concerned for her, not like that anyway. He was merely worried that she might have some kind of head injury... Or a brain hemorrhage. A dead Vicki was not something he wanted, no matter how mean she could be.

"I'm fine!" Vicki moved Timmy's hand away from her head. "Tootie asked me the same thing this morning. You'd think me being happy was the most unheard of thing ever."

"Well... You've been happy before... But that was when you were with Ricky, or torturing me, or whenever my parents give you a truckload of money. You... You seem genuinely happy... Or you're really trying to mess with me." he felt... incredibly uneasy. For eight years Vicki had been... just the way she had been! Now... it was like he was introduced to her evil all over again, except it was the exact opposite. Timmy moved away from Vicki now and sat down across from her at the table. "Do you... want a towel or something?"

"What for?" she picked up a piece of bacon and bit into it.

"You're soaked to the skin... Aren't you cold?" Granted, it was summer, but it had been raining since early morning, and from what Timmy could tell due to her car's absence, Vicki had walked to his house from her own. "You might... I dunno, get sick or something..."

"Hm? You worried about me?" Vicki leaned on her elbow and quirked an eyebrow up at Timmy. "That's sweet! But I'm okay, really. Thank you for your concern though!"

This was a trick. There was absolutely no other explanation. Vicki was waiting until he lowered his guard and said something to make a fool of himself, and then she'd go right back to being horrible. "I-! I wasn't concerned about you! I just don't want to get sick when you inevitably do!" he knew what that familiar warm feeling on his cheeks was. She had actually made him blush, and now he'd never hear the end of it.

Except instead of her insulting or teasing him, Timmy heard giggling. Actual, happy, schoolgirl giggling. "I'm glad Tootie and my friends didn't feel like doing anything today! You're a trip!" Vicki spoke between little childish giggles.

"What the hell is going on?! I didn't wish for Vicki to be nicer... Not recently anyway..." "Okay. So what's going on here? Seriously. Did you get a boyfriend or something? Gonna quit babysitting? Or... you won a trip to Tibecuador, right? Why are you torturing me like this?! Just go back to being normal, mean Vicki! Please!" Yes, Timmy Turner was actually pleading with his evil babysitter to be... well, evil. Strange as it may seem.

The red-head stared at him blankly for a few seconds, before her lips twitched up into a grin again. "You're strange, you know that? I don't feel like being mean today-"

Was she actually acknowledging her meanness? "Maybe I'm dead? Maybe this is what heaven's like? Things are cool with everyone, my babysitter acts like a human being... No wait, mom and dad still leave me alone at home. Either I'm not dead, or this is a very sick and twisted version of Hell!"

"Is there something wrong with that?" No edge to her voice, no venom in her words, no scowl on her face... Not even a hint of disdain towards the boy that she seemed to reserve all her disdain for...

Years of being raised almost exclusively by Vicki had caused Timmy to adopt some of her mannerisms. Most important being her distrust of things being 'too good'. If something was too good to be true in Vicki's pink eyes, it usually was. And Timmy felt similar to most things in life, especially now. "I... Guess not..."

"Good! Now, mind if I partake a bit more from this buffet?"

"I made it for me... But I... Overdid it a little. Be my guest."

"Thank you."

"This is too weird... Thanking me? Asking if she can eat the food I made? If she apologizes, I'm done." Timmy watched as Vicki took a bit of food here and there and piled it onto an empty plate, occasionally sampling as she did.

"Make all this yourself?"

"Y-yeah- Yes. Parents were gone by the time I woke up, it's Saturday, and I was hungry." Timmy was speaking almost robotically. How was he supposed to act around... A Vicki that wasn't evil?

"Well I'm impressed! Have I ever told you you're a really good cook?"

"N-not until now..." "Let's see what I can get away with..." "Have I ever told you that you're a cold, unfeeling, manipulative bitch with a penchant for crushing dreams and spreading misery?" "There, no way she'll still be nice after-"

"Not until now." she mocked him with a grin. "But that's no way to talk to a lady, or your babysitter."

"I hope you don't expect me to apologize." Timmy frowned at her as his plan failed to incite a more... expected reaction.

"No. I know I'm not easy on you. And I'm not about to apologize for what I do either. Torturing you is some of the best fun I have. But I also don't think that what you just said to me is completely justified, do you?" she again leaned on her elbow and shot him a smirk, accompanied by a half-lidded expression that made Timmy uncomfortable for a whole new set of reasons.

The brunet watched as a single drop of water ran down from her hairline, down her cheek, and down to her chin, before dripping off onto the table. The fact that she was soaked returned to the forefront of Timmy's mind. There was a certain subdued quality to her normally fiery hair, though she had apparently opted to keep it in a ponytail. And her clothes stuck to her skin, magnifying every curve, leaving her shirt somewhat see-through and- "What the Hell am I thinking?!" "Why are you here?!" the question came out far more forcefully than Timmy had intended, due to how flustered he had become upon realizing that his damnable teenage hormones had taken over his thought processes.

"I was bored." Vicki said nonchalantly as she sat up straight and returned her attention to her food. "I already asked Tootie if she wanted to hang out, but as you can see, she didn't. Next were my friends, but they all prefer to sleep in on a rainy Saturday morning, can you believe that?"

"...Yes, actually. That's what normal people do." Timmy stated matter-of-factly.

"Well normal is boring. I couldn't stay cooped up in the house on a wonderful day like this!" Vicki stood up from the table, having eaten her fill, and washed her plate.

"Wonderful day...?" Timmy looked over the back of his chair and out the window. "Yep. Still pouring out." "How is today 'wonderful'? It's a monsoon out there!"

"I wouldn't go that far... It's been hot all week, this is exactly the storm we needed to cool things off."

"...Ah, I see."

"See what?" Vicki turned away from the sink and looked at Timmy curiously.

"You like this weather, don't you?" It finally made sense. Anyone else would be excited for a sunny day, but for this girl that seemed to cause the skies to darken wherever she went, it only made sense for her to like the rain.

"Ding! You got it!" Vicki quickly stepped forward and stopped in front of the still seated Timmy, then ruffled his hair affectionately. Yes, affectionately.

"Why are you here?" there would be time to worry about his pinkened cheeks later, Timmy at least knew why she was acting so... Not her, now he wanted to know how he fit into this insane equation.

"Told you, I'm bored. No one else wants to hang out, so you're up to bat."

"This is so weird..." Where was the Vicki that Timmy had grown up despising? The one that made him shiver in fear of as a kid? The one that haunted his nightmares, lied to his parents, and generally did her best to ruin his life? This... this person wasn't her. Not really, anyway. But... It was her. She looked the same, sounded(almost) the same, and she had let a bit of her real self slip when she mentioned not apologizing. As much as this wasn't Vicki, she most definitely was Vicki. "Okay... So what do you want?"

"To hang out, duh."

How could she just... Just do a complete about-face in personality like this?! Was the rain magical or something?! "Hang... Out...? Like how? Video games?"

"No... I was thinking more along the lines of out."

"What? Like a date?" Timmy asked smartly, he thought.

It wasn't.

That half-lidded expression and smile returned, this time accompanied by a less sweet and more sultry voice as she leaned in close. "You want it to be?"

Timmy scrambled in reverse, hoping to keep as much distance between himself and his babysitter as he could once his mind started going to some very horrible places. Unfortunately, this action caused him to fall out of his chair and unceremoniously fall onto the floor with a 'Thump'. "Agh! What are you doing?!"

"Waiting for you to go get dressed."

"I didn't agree to anything! And who says I have to go with you anyway?! Maybe I'll just-"

"Kick me out? You wouldn't do that to your favorite babysitter, would you?"

"I- Um... P-probably not..." Timmy sighed and stood up. "Where are we even gonna go?"

"I dunno!"

"But there's thunder and lightning out there! What if we get struck?"

"You've got a higher chance of scoring tonight than being struck by lightning."

Yep. Definitely still Vicki. Her brand of deadpan humor was shining through now. "I'll go get dressed..." Timmy left Vicki in the kitchen and went upstairs to his room.

"Don't take long! I don't want to waste any time!" she called up to him, then went into the living room and took a seat on the couch.

Timmy walked by his godparents' fishbowl after grabbing a change of clothes. If the loud snoring coming form the bowl was anything to go by, Cosmo at the very least was still asleep, and Wanda probably had in earplugs so she could sleep.

Not that he actually needed them anyway. The whole reason he had his fairies was because Vicki made his life miserable. Except for today. While her behavior was well beyond odd, she had yet to do anything mean to him. In fact, she had complimented him today. Something she had not only never done, but something that Timmy couldn't possibly even imagine her doing. Not without magical influence anyway.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Hm? Gah!" Timmy looked to his left to see Vicki standing next to him and jumped.

"There is no Gah, only Vicki..." she giggled at her joke. "Sorry, that was bad. Anyway, c'mon! Take your shower!" Vicki opened the bathroom door and grabbed Timmy's arm as she went in, then yanked him after her before lithely dodging around him and back out into the hallway. "Don't take long now!"

Timmy watched Vicki shut the door and heard her feet on the stairs as she retreated to the living room. "And there's the apology. Right. I'm done." if Timmy's brain did indeed have an 'off' switch, this is the part where he'd press it hard enough to keep it in that position permanently. However, it didn't.

Timmy pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed dramatically. He just couldn't bring himself to turn her down and act mean like he knew she would if their roles were reversed. It wasn't that her upbeat attitude was infectious, he simply was unable to tell her no, and he had no idea why. "Wanda?"

Despite the fact that Timmy had only quietly spoken her name, his pink-haired fairy godmother appeared before him with a yawn. "Mornin' Sport, what's up?"

"Sorry to wake you, just need a quick wish, then you can go back to sleep."

"Okay." Wanda tiredly rubbed her eyes and spoke though another yawn.

"I wish I had two coats, one for me and one in Vicki's size."

"...Why?" Wanda waved her wand and the two coats appeared, one a similar color to Timmy's shirt(pink), the other a slightly darker green than Vicki's shirt, before falling on the floor.

Timmy was positive that if he had been dealing with the normal Vicki, she would've told him that he cared too much. Cared about people that didn't deserve his care, but that was just how he was. "I honestly have no idea."

"O...kay then. Anything else Timmy? Maybe a lobotomy? Considering what I'm pretty sure you're considering?" the concern in Wanda's voice was quite obvious.

"I'll get back to you on that one." Timmy grinned at her joke.

"Alright then. Have... fun?"

"Let's go with that. Fun." Timmy watched his fairy godmother poof away and turned on the shower. Seeing as how he had failed to elicit an angry response in the red-head, and didn't have any plans today anyway, the brunet figured there was only one option left. "Just go with it."

Meanwhile...

"What to do, what to do..." Vicki was currently pacing about the living room, thinking of- What else? What to do. There weren't exactly a lot of things one could do on a rainy day in Dimmsdale. The nearest theme parks were probably closed, Timmy was literally the only person she could find that would hang out with her... What exactly could they do? She hadn't honestly thought she'd get this far. "Eh... I'll think of something!"

Having temporarily staved off the concern of what her and Timmy would do today, Vicki focused her mind on a somewhat more pressing matter. This being the brunet's odd behavior around her. She wondered how naïve the boy thought she was, and if he thought she hadn't noticed him ogling her. She probably wouldn't have, had he not made it so obvious. Were it any other day, she would've teased him for it, made fun of him, blah blah blah. But today was different.

Today she was in a good mood. Today she was... slightly more receptive to the idea of the brunet having the hots for her, though she always had her(unfounded) suspicions. However... there was also the fact that Timmy himself was not receptive to the idea, not completely anyway. It was a bit odd for her to have these thoughts, she could admit that. Normally they'd be cast to the back of her mind, and part of her still wanted to. After all, she hadn't undergone a personality shift into a different Vicki. She was still her. Still greedy, evil, and generally unpleasant, but the rain had left her in a wonderful mood, suppressing the less pleasant side of her. "Wonder what's taking him so long?"

Vicki moved back to the staircase and climbed them, then stopped outside the bathroom door as it opened.

"Gah!" Timmy again jumped at the sight of Vicki and grabbed his chest. "Stop doing that!"

"I'm impatient. Thought you fell in."

"Fell in... The shower?"

Vicki shrugged.

Timmy looked at her. She seemed to have settled down a little since she had come over. Whether this was a good thing or not had yet to be seen. Settling down might mean going back to how she usually was. An eventuality to be avoided for as long as possible. "I-I got you a coat..."

"From the bathroom?" she smirked in amusement. And likely confusion.

"I didn't really expect you to meet me at the bathroom door..." "From... the internet."

"Okay... Well thanks, but I don't need it. I walked here in the rain and it isn't that cold. Remember how it's still summer?" Vicki wrung her shirt out on the floor. "I'm good, really."

"Could you maybe wear it anyway? I..." Timmy trailed off and blushed once again.

"Is he seriously this awkward around girls?" "You...?"

"I- I don't want you to get sick?" "Great, final nail in the coffin. There's no way she won't make fun of me for that comment..."

"Alright fine." Vicki took the coat from him and put it on. "Twist my arm..."

It was hard to tell if she was messing around, or if she was actually annoyed by his caring for her well-being. Being the generally nice person that he was, it didn't take long for Timmy to convince himself that it would be better to be nice to Vicki and accept her oddly pleasant behavior than to continue questioning it and thinking it was all a ruse to get him to drop his guard. It may have also had something to do with the fact that he found her to be fairly attractive when she wasn't forcing him to do chores or screaming at him. Maybe.

"Any idea where we're going?" Timmy pulled on his own coat as he asked.

"Nope! Exciting, isn't it?" Vicki leaned in uncomfortably close, that wide smirk back on her face.

"It would be... But I'm a little concerned with that maniacal look in your eyes..." Timmy tried to laugh off his lame attempt at a joke, and failed miserably. His laugh sounded more nervous than anything else.

"Nah... Have a little faith in your babysitter! We're gonna have fun!"

Every bone, muscle, tendon, blood vessel... Every cell of Timmy's being screamed at him that this was a bad idea. Vicki's idea of fun was straight-up torture, why would she change now? Why would a random meteorological anomaly cause a shift in the personality of the person that absolutely hates your guts?!

"Coming?" Vicki looked around the corner at Timmy, having apparently made her way over to the stairs while the brunet was lost in thought.

"Uh... Yeah." Timmy followed after Vicki down the stairs and joined her in the living room. He had been wrong about trusting people before, and he knew that trusting Vicki was a recipe for disaster, but part of him(not just the hormonal teenager part) wanted to give her a chance.