Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly OddParents.

Title: Revelation

Author: unknown20troper

Rated: R

Warnings: male/female smut (Melany will be 20 when that happens, so relax everyone.)

Pairing(s): Norm/OC, unrequited Jorgen/Norm

Summary: Melany Turner's forgotten past is uncovered when she becomes Norm the Genie's master. Meanwhile, Jorgen tries to get Norm back and the Pixies attempt yet another plot.

Notes: Constructive criticism welcomed – my current worry is that I'm not using enough description. Melany is Decepti-Kitty's OC, and I'm using her with Decepti-Kitty's permission. She's ten in the prologue, and twenty in the rest of the story.

Prologue: Ten Years Before

Melany regarded the figure that had spun out of the lava lamp. No, the genie that had spun out of the lava lamp. His teal blue tail made his species obvious and his Arabian appearance provided more than a few hints to it. Of course, she needed no hints to his species, since the warnings given by her godparent, Juandissimo, stated the fact quite clearly.

"Yeah, I'm the sexiest thing in the universe," said the genie, "but could you, master of mine, stop staring and start wishing." Then, he muttered, "Though I admit, being stared at is more fun than granting the idiotic wishes of humankind or being stuck in my lava lamp. Not much more, though."

"Yes, the typical genie problems," replied Melany in a scholarly, yet slightly sardonic tone. "How about I set you free from your prison with my last wish?"

"Sure," replied the genie, in a doubtful tone. "I'm Norm the Swinging Genie, and you've just got three – two – wishes!" He delivered the second sentence in a grandiose tone, which faltered around the word 'three' and regained strength on the word 'wishes.'

Melany smiled, her blue eyes sparkling with wonder.

"Juandissimo, I wish I had Da Rules," she whispered. The said book appeared in her hands in a POOF. She set it down on the sidewalk and started reading.

It wasn't one of the Top Ten Most Interesting Books in Existence – in her opinion, at least – though fairies and other magical creatures interested her. Yet, once she'd began reading it, it consumed her full focus until the last period on the last page, as most books tended to.

Melany smirked, glorying in the idea she'd came up with. "Norm, I wish that I knew which kids have fairy godparents!"

A list long enough to circle the Earth three times materialized in her hands as a GONG sounded. She gazed at the list, her eyes straining to take in the sheer enormity of the paper. Her smile faltered, changing into a frown.

"Uh, Norm, could you let up on the taking-wishes-literally?"

Norm rolled his eyes towards the clouds, sighing heavily. "Nah. It's what I do." He paused, frowning. "And hey, you could be lying about setting me free. It could all just be a dang trick, meant to make me submit to you and give you everything your little ten year-old heart – if you have one, that is – desires."

"Melany is an honest child, immundo genio," replied Juandissimo. "You, however, probably are not honest at all."

"Hey, there's no need to insult me in two languages, idiota féé," Norm snapped back.

"Norm, I will set you free," replied Melany, angry passion in her voice despite her efforts to suppress it. "After all, I have no reason not to. And well, from what I know about lamps and genies, the combination is not a pleasing one for the genie."

"True," replied Norm. "Not that anyone cares about what's pleasing for the genie."

Melany frowned, stamping her shoe-encased foot on the sidewalk. "I do." She paused. "I'll give you a look at the stuff that inhabits my mind, and see if you'll believe me then."

"And how'll you do that? Will we go on a tour of your almighty, pure ten year-old mind? Truth serum, perhaps? Analysis of your brainwaves, maybe?" scoffed Norm. "I'll pass."

"None of that," replied Melany, sighing. "I wish everything in my stories would become real."

Once again, the air reverberated with the sound of a GONG. Melany sighed, the sight of all her imaginary worlds leaving her with no words. Norm and Juandissimo gaped at the sheer unfamiliarity and familiarity of the worlds and universes created by the firing of neurons in Melany's brain and the snapping of Norm's fingers.

The layman's term for their feelings was, quite simply: Wow!

Wow! Three letters expressing the full extent of the human emotion known as amazement; One syllable conveying a beautiful feeling; one word, telling of an emotion worthy of being felt more often. Just wow…

Melany walked slowly past all her characters and places, greeting her protagonists and fixing hot glares on her antagonists. Some of them responded to what she said, whereas others just looked at her in obvious bewilderment.

"Thanks, Norm," replied Melany, her tone light and bright.

Norm smiled, and Melany couldn't help but wonder if he was reconsidering his opinion of her.

"So, what do you think?" she asked. "I desire to be an author when I grow up, but do you think I have a chance?"

The genie smirked. "Well, you certainly have a better chance than all those duds – I mean dudes – that wish for a sandwich first and to rule the world next."

Melany recognized that as his way of complimenting her, and smiled. "Once again, thanks, Norm!"

"The genie is only being this nice in order to trick you, mi amigo," said Juandissimo, butting in with godparental-protectiveness.

"And I suppose he's doing a good job," replied Melany in an acidic voice. "I know the risks and I'm willing to take them."

One of her demonic otters floated near her head and commented, "You created us? According to your mind, that is so, yet according to our religion, the Great Otter of the Ocean of the Above created us."

Melany groaned. "And I created your god, as well, just so you know." She paused. "And guys, you were supposed to get in a religious war in my next story, with the Fish People. One about whether the Great Otter gives you the right to eat them – or something like that anyway."

The otters ignored her correction, catching Juandissimo and Norm in shadowy bubbles.

"She claims to have created us all?" questioned a mage. "She is no wizard. She lacks the traditional wizard's robes and textbook, as well as the scent of magic."

Melany responded, voice tinged with fury at her creations for escaping the bonds of her mind and revolting. "Maybe I don't need your magic – which I created – to conjure up a whole world. Maybe the spells inherent in pure words are enough."

The wizard waved his wand, touching it to his robes, making it so Melany's clothes would say every word she has ever said on them. Melany smiled, actually considering that an improvement.

An elderly, yet somehow beautiful witch approached her, muttering about how useful female tears and young eyes were in some of the most powerful spells known to the inhabitants of her world.

Of course, at least some of Melany's good guys defended her, though others resented being hers and showed it. Wolves pounced onto her, genies gave her their memories of the slavery her stories forced them to endure and revolutionaries made her their next target.

She told herself to endure, admonishing herself every time her last wish tempted her, till she had to admit there was no other way.

"Norm, I'm sorry, but I wish that the results of my previous wish would disappear!"

So, in a GONG, all the rebellious creations of her mind disappeared from the material realm, and Norm funneled back into his confinement, one she could free him from but didn't. She sighed, sad to have lost him, longing for a second try, to do things right and set him free…