"This is awesome!" a ten year-old wearing a pink hat zoomed passed floating pink boxes at lightning speed. He stopped then flew into one of the television set-shaped channel boxes. Instantly, he was transformed to fit the TV show's art style.
"Where are we, Timmy?" asked a green haired figure dressed as a butler.
Timmy smiled as the surroundings of the show came to view. They were standing in the library of a large old mansion. Outside, the sky was pitch black and a spotlight with a bird-shaped silhouette was flashing across the sky.
"We're in the world of Blackbird and Sparrow!" He exclaimed. He flicked back the head of a bust of Mozart and pressed a red button. The bookshelf lifted revealing a blue-green lit room with a mannequin the size of Timmy. On the mannequin was a crime fighting outfit.
Timmy removed the outfit and began dressing himself. "This costume gives my ten-year-old body extreme agility and strength." He said as he karate flipped his green-haired friend. "Best part is that no one knows who I am 'cause of the mask! I should've wished to live here years ago!" He settled into a chair.
Suddenly there was a boom and gray smoke filled the room. Once the smoke was clear, Timmy stood to face a muscular, tall man with a staff-wand dressed in fatigues. He had a chin the size of the Crimson Chin's.
"Jorgen Von Strangle, the toughest fairy in the universe?!" Timmy exclaimed in disbelief.
At that name, a third figure came to the group. She had pink hair and was dressed in a maid's outfit.
"Timmy Turner!" The man boomed in a thick Austrian accent.
"Yes?" Timmy meekly replied.
"Because of your carelessness, the human Vicky has gained control of the first remote!"
"Oh, no!" Timmy said. He turned to his two friends. They disappeared then reappeared floating before him. "I totally forgot about the one Vicky confiscated!" He held his head. "What do I do?"
"Make a wish! Make a wish!" chanted the green-haired man.
"Yeah," agreed the pink-haired one. "What part of 'fairy,' 'god,' and 'parents' are you not getting here?"
"Oh, right!" Timmy sheepishly grinned. "I wish-"
Jorgen grabbed Timmy's mouth and held it shut before he could finish the phrase. "Silence! The human Vicky has altered history through the channel National History making her supreme ruler of the world! And thus changing the future!"
"Aw, man!" Timmy turned to his fairies. "I wish she didn't do that!"
The tow fairies looked at their muscle-bound leader. "Jorgen?" asked the pink one hopefully.
"I'm sorry, Wanda. This is irreversible with our magic. Technically, Timmy, we never met."
"But I still know you guys and recognize you!" Timmy said desperately.
"You're in TV, sport." The pink one, Wanda, replied. "You're preserved as long as TV is still functioning."
"Then I'm not leaving!"
"Tough burritos!" Jorgen said. "Vicky's takeover has destroyed TV."
The green one floated away and stuck his head unto the show's TV set. "Oo, the color's leaving!"
"Cosmo, get away from there!" Wanda yanked her husband's head out of the TV by his ear.
"Wait. What?" Timmy poked his head out. Sure enough, all the colorful channels that he used to recognize were slowly turning gray with Vicky's influence. "Great. She ruined this plan, too."
"We must leave before the gray reaches this channel or we'll be trapped here forever!" The strong fairy boomed.
Timmy smiled . "I could live trapped in this show! I mean, it may become black and white, but it's still gonna stay the same!" He looked out again and saw that every channel that turned gray had Vicky's sick face plastered across the screen.
Tears now flowed freely as Timmy, Cosmo, and Wanda looked at each other for what could be the last time. "I'll forget…"
Jorgen felt pity for Timmy. Things wouldn't be the same in Fairy World without his reckless attitude and happy-go-lucky mentality. Heck, because of Timmy, Jorgen had so many excuses to scramble the fairies. Now who wouldn't enjoy that? "I'll give you as many wishes as you want for as long as I can."
Timmy sniffed. "Rule-free?" he asked hopefully.
Jorgen frowned. "Don't push it."
"Think hard, sweetie." Wanda said to Timmy. "Who knows what will happen once you're out of the TV."
Timmy thought very hard. Material things wouldn't save him. Neither would superpowers. He strained hard and lasers flew from his eyes and scorched Cosmo's backside. "Okay, I still have heat vision. Good." He thought again. "I wish for…" Rarely did he wish for others. He only wished for himself. Well, now things are gonna be different! "I wish for wisdom! I want to know how to defeat Vicky and restore order to the world."
Jorgen and the other two fairies looked at each other. Was this the same Timmy they knew? He wasn't wishing for weapons or powers, he was wishing for mental prowess.
"Awww," Cosmo sighed lovingly, "He's growing up!"
Jorgen raised his wand. "Okay I-"
"I'm not done!" Timmy halted the tough fairy. "I wish that I hadn't blown off school and I wish that I will go into this new world with a full education. No doubt Vicky's going to change the educational system. I also wish for truth and the ability to detect when someone is lying. Oh yeah, Leadership, too!"
Jorgen sighed. "Is that all?"
"One more thing. I wish that I could remember…all of this so that I know there is something better than the life I am about to live. And I wish that people could have hope in their hearts that the life their living will soon give way to a brighter age! I'm gonna fix this!"
"Oo, that's deep, Timmy." Cosmo said trying to sound cheerful. "Did you read that off a bumper sticker?"
"It is done!" Jorgen waved his staff above his head then slammed it on the ground. A large explosion followed and as soon as the sound and bright explosion died, Timmy realized he was no longer in TV, he was in Dimmsdale, or as a sign read, 'Vicksdale.' "Still forgot to wish for a world with no puns!" he slapped his forehead as the memories of 'Chimpsdale' flooded back.
He looked around and realized that the streets were deserted. The buildings were vacant and rundown.
Timmy ran. He looked as the houses of the rich, such as A.J. and Trixie Tang, were reduced to no more than rubble.
The trailer park where his friend Chester used to live now gone. Every trailer that was hitched there in the time he remembered was gone. In their place was a statue of Vicky (or Victoria as she was to be referred to in this time) Dictator-for-Life.
Timmy looked up at the sky. No longer was it blue, it was a dark gray because of clouds swirling above. Some black dots zoomed in the sky. One stopped then swooped to him.
With a scream, Timmy took off down the lane. As the device got closer to ground level, Timmy could distinguish more of the 'dots' features.
It was the size of a small television and had boosters strapped to its back. Between the body and the booster, the robot had tentacles waving menacingly as it zoomed to its target.
Timmy returned his attention to the street and where he was going. He looked as he passed where the arcade should've been. It was still there, but boarded up and wrapped in police tape. Spray painted across the top was the word 'condemned.'
School was also rundown, but apparently not forgotten for there were lights on and in one window he saw the silhouette of a class. He was unable to discern who exactly was in it.
He suddenly tripped over a bug and was sent sprawling into an alleyway. Curse my un- coordination! Within moments the robot would be upon him. At the last second, a hand reached out from a trapdoor and pulled him underground. The welcomed sound of a large metal robot colliding with the pavement at high-speeds met his ears. He sighed happily then looked to his rescuer. He couldn't see who it was, but he could tell he or she was about his age.
"Shh." The figure whispered. "This way." The voice clued Timmy in to the fact that the rescuer was for sure female.
She grabbed his hand and led him through the passageways also known as the sewers. Instantly Timmy recalled the Dimmsdale sewer gator special that he never saw. He hoped that in this bleak future they were non-existent.
No such luck. There was a growl ahead followed by a splash or two, but the girl just kept going through the slosh like nothing was wrong.
"But the gators!" Timmy protested.
"Come now!" The voice was stern but melodic. "They're just my pets, the guard gators! Don't be such a baby!"
Timmy blushed. Oops! Should've wished for bravery! He thought to himself as he inched passed the two gators and struggled not to pee himself.
There was a hiss and a creak. The girl was opening a secret hatch. Light painfully filtered into the sewers and, thus, into Timmy's eyes. "C'mon!" The girl jumped down, obviously used to her eyes adjusting to light so fast and then helped Timmy down.
Timmy rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in the Crocker Cave. But instead of his pictures nailed to the walls, Vicky's pictures were nailed the walls and lovingly adorned with darts, burn marks, bullet holes, and other things of kind.
"Wow."
"He's back." He girl said. She was standing behind Timmy.
From around a table, five children stood and went to greet them. Immediately Timmy recognized them as students from his school. More importantly, they were his friends.
Chester, A.J., Elmer, Sanjay, and Michael stood in front of him. They all looked the same except for the fact they looked hardy and cold and tired, but there was still a warm smile on their faces. It they were smiles of relief. Then Timmy looked at A.J. His friend was in a wheelchair. "What happened?" he asked.
"When you went missing," Chester answered. "Trixie decided to form a search party. We encountered some V-drones and he was shot in the back. He's paralyzed."
"For now" A.J. interupted in annoyance. "Head Nurse Veronica says that I'm expected to make a full recovery by Friday due to the Electro-treatment!"
"That's good to kno-wait, wait, wait! Back up! Did you say Trixie?"
"Yes." They all answered.
"She missed me?" Timmy was confused. From what he remembered Trixie had more care for an ant than for him.
He was playfully pushed from behind. "Of course I missed you, Captain!"
Timmy turned to see that his savior was non other than Trixie Tang. He looked at her. She was wearing gray fatigue pants and a light gray tank top. She had two gray bracers on her wrists and a gray headband. Despite the lack of makeup, she still looked amazing. "Wow." Timmy breathed.
"What?" She blushed.
Timmy shook himself to reality. "I don't remember anything…" he half-lied.
"The fiends!" Chester exploded. "They wiped his memory!"
Michael sat down in sadness. "Not good. Now what?" He looked up. "You were the greatest hero Shade's Resistance has ever seen!"
Trixie frowned. "What do you mean 'were?' He is still!" She poked the base of Timmy's skull hard. "There's no memory wipe. He'd have a hole here it they did." She linked his arm in hers. "I'll take him to where I know he'll remember!"
"Like a date?" smirked Sanjay.
"No, not like a date, you moron!"
But Sanjay didn't listen. He danced around the room foolishly all the while singing, "Date, date. Date, date. Trixie's going on a date with Tim! Date,date. Date, date!"
"I said 'it's not a date!"
Other workers of various ages that Timmy didn't recognize looked and laughed and 'ooh'ed.
Trixie pulled out a gun and, to Timmy's horror, blasted Sanjay's arm off. Sanjay stared stunned at his missing appendage but smiled at her as his arm grew back.
"Was that necessary?" he asked half-jokingly. "I mean it's okay to have feelings for Tim, we understand…" The others snickered.
"If you don't shut it, Sanjay, I swear I'll shoot you where it doesn't grow back!" She seemed to be on the verge of exploding, her face red with embarrassment.
Sanjay laughed again, but Chester silenced him. "I don't think she's joking, dude."
Sanjay stiffened then crossed his legs and put a book on his lap to shield himself.
Trixie's happy mood returned and her extreme blush died. "Follow me, Tim."
Twenty minutes later Trixie and Timmy were standing in front of where Timmy's house was supposed to be. Erected there was a large statue of Vicky in here dictator garb. "Remember yet?" she asked.
"Timmy shook his head. "Uh-uh,"
"Damn." Trixie muttered.
Oh, never heard her curse before! Timmy thought. Then again, she's never even touched me before either! He thought again as his 'tour guide' grabbed his arm and led him to another familiar place. It was the skate park. Or was supposed to be. It had become an obstacle course near them was a group of ninja-looking soldiers.
"Remember now?" She asked. "You were chosen to serve the Dictator from birth because of your warrior genes. Just like me. This is where we met."
"Vaguely." he replied. He felt something, like a nagging feeling. Sparse data entered his head, none of it connecting.
Trixie sighed. "One more stop."
She led him now to City Hall. "Wait here!" She disappeared in a nearby vent.
Timmy did as she instructed. As he waited he thought about what Trixie had called the 'Warrior's Genes' and why he had them. Why were they important?
"Come." his thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and Trixie calling him. Instantly, Timmy walked to the center pillar in the building. Unseen by him, Trixie smiled.
He remembers! She thought happily.
On the large pillar was the portrait of Victoria and beneath it was a caption. It read 'Baby Sitter is Always Watching You.'
Unseen by either ten year-old, two stars, one pink and one green, floated to Timmy's head then disappeared on contact. Instantly Timmy's head was like an information highway frenzy. Everything came back. He remembered him being taken at a young age from his parents, who gave him up willingly, to be a Dark Soldier for Victoria. He remembered meeting Trixie. He remembered their escape and the joining of the Shade's Resistance. He remembered it all.
He collapsed under the unseen burden of having his brain sort, store and separate every memory from both of his lives. Trixie helped her young captain steady himself.
"Trixie." he stated firmly. "I remember." In a fit of rage, Tim grabbed the edges of the large portrait and ripped it from the wall. This surprised Trixie for the portrait was glued to the wall and it was large. Great strength was required for this feat. Tim thought nothing of it at chucked it against a wall where it splintered into pieces.
Timmy looked grimly at the now-broken picture, Victoria's Cheshire cat smile was still grinning at Tim despite the rest of the picture lying in pieces. "That's what's gonna happen to her rule." He stated as if it was a fact set in stone.
A slow smile spread across Trixie's face as they left the building. Then, without warning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. "You remembered! Yay!" Instantly both blushed then Trixie broke her embrace and the two looked at the ground, awkwardly shuffling their feet. "That never happened?" Trixie asked hopeful that news of her surprising release of emotion wouldn't reach the others at the base.
"Yeah, never happened, right. I'll sail with that." Tim stuttered and they stealthily made their way back to base.
A/N: Okay. This is my first fic so be nice. Constructive criticism more than welcome. This story I want to be kind of like
George Orwell's 1984 (A good read). Um, so It is a Tim/Trix pairing. If you're not into that, your loss... The clothing Trixie is
wearing is like the one she wore when she and Timmy, with Chip Skylark's voice, were in a play. Michael is a character
from FOP. In fairly odd baby, he's the kid that says he's lactose intolerant. He is seen wearing glasses and a white dress
shirt. He has short blond hair. And is seen when icecream is falling from the sky. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!