Hey, I'm really getting into this groove of writing for fanfiction! I can't wait for story ideas to just pop up so I can get cracking! I looked, and there weren't many Wanda and Timmy, mother to son fics as I was hoping. So, dammit, I say we need more! Thus producing this lovely little story. It's up to the reviewers if this stays the way it is or I could possibly write a little more! So R&R if you have an opinion on this matter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly Godparents, or any characters mentioned. But I DO own this plot!

A scream pierced the night. A little boy of ten whimpered in his sleep as darkness flew through his dream. No! He dreamt I'll- take me! Don't hurt them! Please! Let them-! He awoke with a loud gasp.

"Timmy!"

Someone hugged him around his waist, pink hair swatting him in the face. He let out an exhausted sigh. He was home, and safe. Wanda pulled from her grasp.

"Are you okay, Sweetie? You were screaming an awful lot. I assumed you were having a nightmare."

Timmy pushed himself away from her, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It was just a bad dream is all." He got out of bed and headed for his door, "Uh, I think I'll go downstairs and get a drink of water. I'll be back in probably a few days…"

Wanda poofed up a glass of water on his nightstand, and used her magic to pull him back over and made him sit on the bed next to her. "You aren't getting away that easily. Now, Sweetie, tell me what's wrong." She stroked his brown hair out of his eyes, which have already started tearing up.

"Nothing's wrong!" Timmy snapped, "Just leave me alone!"

Wanda, deciding to cautiously push the subject further, gently wiped something on his face. Pulling her hand back, she revealed her wet fingers to him, "Nothing's wrong, huh?"

Timmy wordlessly wiped at his cheeks, desperately trying to hide his tears.

Wanda frowned at him, "Now tell me what's wrong."

Timmy didn't answer as the question spun in his head. Memories, as well as the nightmares that plagued him, flooded his mind. He sat there quietly, tears pouring down his cheeks. Understanding, Wanda pulled him into her lap. He continued crying and whimpering as Wanda rocked him, stroking his hair and calling him sweet names. Soon she began to sing.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry.

Go to sleep, my little baby…

Timmy's tears stopped flowing, but still whimpered. She wiped at his tears.

When you wake, you shall have

All the pretty little horses…

Timmy's whimpering faded to silent enjoyment. She let one finger stroke his tear-stained cheeks.

Dapples and grays, pintos and bays

All the pretty little horses…

Timmy looked up at Wanda, face slightly flushed. "Wanda, why are you rocking me? This is embarrassing! I'm not a baby," He stated.

Wanda shrugged, "Well, if you don't want me too…" She started to rise, still holding Timmy.

"Wait!" Timmy cried, latching onto her hand that was previously cradling his cheek. She raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly. He blushed, looking down, "…Don't go…"

Wanda smiled. She felt him calm as she sat back down. She rocked, Timmy in her lap. After a few moments of silence, she felt Timmy squeeze her hand.

"Wanda, can you keep singing?" Timmy whispered, "The lullaby you were just singing? About the horses?"

She smiled as she took a deep breath:

Way down yonder, in the meadow

Poor little baby, crying mama…

Timmy felt a smile tug at the corners of his lips.

Birds and the butterflies flutter 'round his eyes

Poor little baby, crying mama…

He rested his head on her chest, sighing contently.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry

Go to sleep, my little baby…

A tear slipped his cheek; his eyes drooped.

When you wake, you shall have

All the pretty little horses…

His eyes were completely closed. He yawned. "Thank you, Wanda…" His voice trailed off.

Dapples and grays, pintos and bays

All the pretty little horses…

Wanda hummed; Timmy fell into unconsciousness. Smiling, she kissed his cheek and hugged his frail body.

"Goodnight, Timmy."

Poor Timmy, after that day he was a hero to battle the darkness, he thought he shouldn't be babied! Turned out Wanda thought that's just what he needed, and she was right. Because she's always right. Maybe. But thanks for reading my story, and R&R if you please! You apparently liked it if you read it this far, and I would reeaallllyy love to hear that. Thanks!