A thirteen-year-old Timmy Turner pressed his face to the glass of the window. He looked out and saw his parents dancing on the sidewalk, smiling and laughing. They always did this. They always went out and did fun and interesting things, leaving him alone with his babysitter Vicky. Today they were going on a ten day trip to Spain to learn flamenco dancing. Mr. Turner had gotten various promotions over the years and Mrs. Turner was selling houses like hotcakes, so after going through Timmy's college fund and using their now enlarged paychecks, they had money to splurge on themselves.
After taking his face off the glass, Timmy made his way to their family room. His parents had entered, still dancing, and the continued to laugh and frolic about. Timmy cringed as the hem of his mother's dress whipped him across the cheek. Mr. and Mrs. Turner didn't pay him any mind and they danced in front of the couch Vicky was sitting at. This was much to Vicky's dissent. She was trying to get a degree, not listen to their laughing.
Vicky had changed some. After having her younger sister Tootie stand up to her, Vicky realized that she was slipping. It had been so long that she had last tormented Tootie, and the reason being was because of college. Her father and stepmother had finally earned a backbone and rebelled against Vicky's crude behavior and told her that it wasn't optional. She had to go to college, marry someone reasonable, and have a steady job. The last thing they wanted was to have her living at home with them and ending up on the streets when they died.
Timmy sat next to Vicky on the couch and looked at the work she was doing for her online college. He scanned the page with his eyes and waited for the moment when Vicky would grab his throat and call him a twerp, but she never did. Vicky didn't pay Timmy much mind, now all she did was grumble about how her parents were idiots. Timmy sighed and went up to his bedroom where he could find some sort of social interaction.
Cosmo, Wanda, and a three-year-old Poof floated near the fishbowl on Timmy's bedside table. They looked at him worriedly. Timmy hadn't made a wish in two days. His life was in fact pretty good now with Vicky not tormenting him, but the thought of magical backup still frightened the fairies. Even worse, Timmy was so used to his parents leaving that it didn't even seem to faze him anymore. He had finally accepted it, and with Vicky not making his life miserable, there was a possibility for them to be reassigned to another child.
Cosmo floated over to Timmy and gave one of his goofy smiles as his godchild lied down on the floor and picked up one of his Crimson Chin comic books. It was the newest addition where the Crimson Chin had to figure out whether the Bronze Kneecap and H2Olga were dating, or just plotting against him. Timmy had read it before and already knew the ending. It wasn't one of the Chin's most exciting adventures, and he had outgrown being Cleft: The Boy Chin Wonder.
Wanda looked at her godchild with one of her classic fake smiles plastered on her face. Timmy was growing up fast and soon enough, he wouldn't need them anymore. Even Poof, though he was at a young age, was worried about leaving his godbrother. What happens to him when his parents are reassigned? Will the family be together or will Cosmo and Wanda be assigned to different children? What will happen to Timmy? What if his life becomes miserable again, but he's too old to believe in fairies, yet young enough to not be able to handle it on his own? The questions floated throughout the fairies minds, but one still remained:
If Timmy was able to keep his memory after the reassignment, would he miss them when they were gone?
"Of course I would."