Differences

Disclaimer: I still do not own FOP but someday I will. I'll show you. I'll show you all *muhwahahaha.*..no I won't. But still, a guy can dream right?

(AN: This is set in an AU. There is no Cosmo and Wanda, just Wanda being Timmy's Fairy Godparent. I have nothing against Cosmo but I have plans for Wanda *smiles evilly* so without further adeu I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.)

Chapter 1

Veronica Tidwell had, had enough. For three years, she lived miserably around those she called her friends and around parents that were never there for her when she needed them the most. She was done with it all. With school. With her 'friends' and 'family'. With life. She was done with everything.

Today proved to be the breaking point of the blond fourteen-year old girl when she had slapped her 'best friend' Trixie Tang in front of the whole school. Technically in front of everyone that was in the cafeteria to see it.

Trixie never cared about her happiness nor did she even take notice of her depressive state she was in as of late. If it wasn't beneficial to Trixie or didn't include bending to her will as the rest of her friends did, then she could care less. Hell, Trixie didn't even bother to celebrate any of her friends' birthdays if it wasn't her own. They'd try to hint toward throwing a party on their birthdays but if Trixie didn't show up, which she never did, then no one else would.

Veronica hated that it took her three years to build up enough courage to finally break free of the leash that Trixie had tightly around her and their friends.

She had hated Trixie since the first day she met her. No. She had envied Trixie since the first day she met her. She wanted to be like Trixie and have friends that would do anything for her at the snap of her fingers or have a guy that would constantly chase after her. That was what she wanted at first until she realized that, that wouldn't have made her truly happy. To put her friends in the same predicament she was once in or lead a guy on, making them think that they have a chance with her.

Truth be told, she only hung around for three years with Trixie because she didn't want to be alone and completely unhappy but thinking about it now, that seemed like a better choice than the path she was going down. Well that was until she pulled that display she did today but it wasn't going to matter in her upcoming future.

Soon she won't have to worry about finding that happiness she had been searching for or that one guy that would come and sweep her off her feet turning her life around. Soon she won't even have to worry about dealing with the aftermath of striking the most popular girl in school that she once called her best friend. It was all going to be less than a memory where she was going...

Veronica sat on the edge of a tall building, swinging her legs to and fro as she looked down at the busy streets of Dimmsdale. Nothing about her had really changed. She still had her blonde updo hair that was tied up with a pink star hair clip into a ponytail. She still wore a white turtleneck sweater, except for the pink 'D' that she had knitted on the chest of her sweaters were now gone and the pink skirts she wore with pink boots when she was younger was now slightly longer. Making it any shorter than it originally was made her feel like somewhat of a slut. Trixie gladly shortened her skirts though, making them look rather skimpy on her but apparently being the school's most popular girl gave her immunity from slut-status no matter how whore-ish her outfits looked.

Veronica didn't exactly know how she got up on top of the building she was on unseen nor how long it would be until some concerned citizen came along and question about what she was doing.

Not wasting any time, the fourteen-year old girl pulled herself away from the edge and got to her feet while still looking down at the streets. They seemed peaceful from where she was.

She observed the people scattered on the sidewalk yet she couldn't tell what they were doing since they looked like ants to her due to how high she was up, but she could guess that they were either leaving/heading to work or tending to simple everyday business and ventures.

It almost saddened her that she won't get to grow up and experience what it would be like to be one of those people on the street that deals with everyday stuff such as work or their kids or even both at the same time. She quickly shook those thoughts off to keep them from flooding her mind and causing her to chicken out on what she was about to do.

She slid close to the ledge of the building and turned her attention up to the sky. It had been a beautiful sunny afternoon, nothing gloomy or erie to add on to the effects of her soon-to-be demise when she finally did decide to take the leap of faith off of the building to meet the inevitably hard surface waiting below. Why did such a beautiful day have to align with such a saddening faith?

"It's now or never I guess, right?" Veronica asked herself, as she placed a foot out over the ledge.

She began to slowly press her weight forward to ascend off of the building when all of the sudden her phone rung, causing the teen girl to moved back from the ledge once more as she reached into her white sweater and took her phone out from her bra. She looked down at the ringing phone that read Trixie across the screen and weakly smiled. That was the fuel she needed to keep her mind set straight to one goal and one goal only. Putting herself out of her misery.

Veronica had accepted the call and placed it on speaker as she went back to staring blankly up at the sky.

"You're finished! You hear me Tidwell!? You're done! Come this time tomorrow even your own pets will deem you an embrassment to be around. You sunk any reputation you had today when you made the mistake of putting your hands on me. Me of all people! Do you know what I'm capable of and how much damage I can do to you? Do even know who I am? I'm Tri-"

Veronica looked down at her extended arm that she held out over the ledge of the building, examing her empty hand that had once held her phone before she had allowed said phone to freely fall from her hand and take a plunge of its own when it dropped through the air and collided with the sidewalk. That was soon going to be her fate except she wasn't going to break into tiny pieces like some electronic device. It was going to be messier, way messier than one could possibly think.

She once again stepped closer to the ledge and had yet again placed a foot out over the side of the building. This time there wasn't going to be any further distractions or delays, it was going to be straight business from here on out. No thinking or admiring a life that she wanted but didn't and wasn't going to have. It was time to finally close the chapter of her sad and pathetic life.

The blond girl closed her eyes as she once again slowly shifted her weight forward and instead of having something prevent her from ending her life at the last moment, she had felt the ground suddenly vanish from underneathe her as gushes of wind blew in her face causing her to slowly open her eyes.

She had done it. Normally throwing one's self off the side of a building to end their life wouldn't make them feel like they've finally successfully accomplished something as though they've completed a triathlon but to Veronica, she felt just that as she fell through the air. Well that was until it snuck up on her. It was something she haven't counted on becoming a problem when it came down to her final moments and it definitely wasn't something that she thought would quickly plague her mind as it did. Regret.

Veronica didn't really think it through come to think of it. After freeing herself of a friendship she thought was miserable, she figured the only way to follow it up was to completely free herself of everything in her life that she considered miserable by commiting suicide. She didn't think of any alternatives but now thinking about it in her current predicament, there was quite a few things she could've done differently now that she had the luxury to do it. That was until she decided to jump off a building.

Regret was a helluva feeling, it made the blonde girl not want to die anymore, but instead want live. It was a little too late for that unfortunately, the moment her feet left the edge of that building her fate was already sealed for her. The only thing she could do now, was wait for her quick ending.

Veronica closed her eyes once more as she stretched her arms apart. She knew that there wasn't anything she could do now except wait until she was finally splattered on the sidewalk.

"Taking in the sights I see, a little risky don't you think? Especially without a parachute, kid." A voice said, from beside of her.

Veronica quickly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the voice, spotting a guy that looked no older than she was.

He was a strangely short, light skinned, average built male that had fine short messy bob black hair that reached the back of his neck and parted down the middle along with dark grey eyes and a partial goatee.

If it wasn't for the guy's silver studded multi-brow piercing, Veronica would not have thought his current outfit went with him since from head to toe the guy looked as though he belong in a biker gang due to his fiitting obsession of leather and black. From his black rivet faux leather jacket that he wore over a black silk t-shirt and black pants, to his black leather dress shoes and black fingerless leather batting gloves.

"W-who are you?" asked the blond girl.

"Marcellous at your service. Marcel for short though." said the guy, extending a hand out to her.

Veronica shook the guy now known as Marcellous's hand with a puzzled look on her face.

"I was attracted here by your stench of regret. I take it this little parachute-less sky dive of yours isn't something you had completely thought through?" asked Marcel.

Veronica sniffed herself when Marcel mentioned her stench attracting him before turning her attention back to the mysterious guy.

"My stench? What are you talking about? And how could you possibly save me if you're in the same predicament I'm in?" She questioned, seeing that the guy too didn't have a parachute yet also noticing weird wings coming from out of his back along with a strange golden crown floating just barely about his head.

"Look, I could sit here and explain how I have unique abilities...'and possibly some privilages I shouldn't have'...but that would require time which that we don't have. I'll put it simple for you, all you have to do is say the magic words and we'll be somewhere safer than here." He said.

"Please and Thanks?" asked Veronica.

Marcel facepalmed.

"That's cute, but no not 'Please and Thanks'. Try again, but this time try using 'I' and 'wish' in front of your request and if I were you I'd hurry on said request." said Marcel, looking down to the street.

Veronica didn't bother to try to follow his eyes. If she looked down at her looming doom it would've affected her thinking process and then she'd most likely cause the both of them to splat on the concrete.

"I wish we were anywhere but here." She quickly blurted out, as she squeezed her eyes shut.

Marcel smiled as he slid a wand with a golden star tip from under his sleeve and held it up as the star glowed.

"As you wish."

*Poof*

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All was quiet around the duo safe for the chilly wind that was blowing. Appearing on her hands and knees, Veronica slowly opened her eyes again and stared at her reflection that was gleaming off the floating piece of ice they were on. Wait. Ice? Where were they?

She quickly wrapped her arms around herself when she stood to her feet upon realizing how cold it was where they were. The scenery of a busy city was traded out for a snowy and icy tundra. She turned to look at Marcel who was sitting calmly on the ice with a winter jacket and a fishing pole with a line casted out into the below zero degrees water.

"W-w-wh-where are we?" Veronica asked, through gritted teeth as she shivered heavily.

"Antarctica. Possibly one of the coldest places on Earth." Marcel said, rather plainly as he reeled his line in to check his hook before casting it back out.

"You brought me to Antarctica!?" She growled

She would've probably looked more intimidating with her tone had she not being freezing her butt off at that current moment.

"You never gave me an exact location you wished to go to, Goldilocks." Marcel bit back.

"So you decided to bring me to the coldest place on Earth to what? Die of hypothermia? Funny, very f-f-f-funny." She breathed, as icicles formed under her nose.

"Look, you're not going to die from hypothermia so stop being paranoid and chill out." He said, before holding back a laugh from his choice of words.

"Stop b-be-being paranoid and chill out huh?" She repeated, as she attempted to take a step toward him but then quickly had to regain her balance when she almost slipped on the ice.

She intended to do something ill-will to the anarchic magical being had her body been in agreement with her movement, but since it wasn't, all she could do was stand completely still where she was and glare at the guy that had brought her there.

"Just...take me home. I want to be in the nice and warm comfort of my blankets right now." said Veronica.

"You'd think by now Goldilocks you would learn from the first time that you'd quickly get what you want faster by saying the magic words instead of ending up disappointed and still staying stuck on this ice, freezing to death." Marcel said, reeling his line in once more to reveal yet another empty hook.

"Fine." Veronica said through gritted teeth once more, but this time out of frustration.

"I wish I was back in Dimmsdale and at home, in my room."

Marcel got to his feet, allowing his fishing pole to drop into the water as he once again pulled his wand out and held it up as it glowed.

*Poof*

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Veronica felt the sudden change in climate as she looked around taking in her surroundings. She was at home in her room like she wished, yet she didn't know what to make of her little adventure she just went through. It didn't really matter that much to her though when she quickly ran to hop into her bed and tightly wrapped herself up in her blankets. As long as she wasn't where she was last or even where she was before that, then everything was ok... for now.

"See now that wasn't hard now was it, Goldilocks?" asked Marcel, as he floated above her.

Veronica poked her head out from under the blankets to narrow her eyes up at him.

"Will you stop calling me that, my is Veronica not that it'll matter after I use my last wish since I had to waste one getting back here." the blond girl pointed out.

"Last wish? What are you on abou- oooooh I see, you think I'm a genie. Heh I wish I was, not really fun having an abnormally small frame for a fairy." He said disappointedly, as he looked down at his short legs.

Veronica now looked at the floating fairy with a puzzled look on her face which Marcel seen so dropped down to sit next to her on the edge of the bed so he could explain it more clearer before she started throwing out a thousand questions

"Yes, you heard right. I'm a fairy and before you ask no, I'm not one of those woods frollicing pixie hippie freaks. They have their own little clique somewhere up in Fairy World but that's not important. I come from a lineage of fairies that are assign to miserable and unhappy children to be their Godparent(s) and grant the child any wishes, should it fall within the line of Da Rules, so that they are happy and no longer miserable. There is no limit to how many wishes a Godparent can grant their Godchild so as long as they aren't too selfish. If a Godchild does happen to make a rather large selfish wish then one of two things are going to happen. The wish won't be granted or you get a visit from Jorgen and trust me when I say you don't want a visit from him, 99% of the chances it's usually bad. One more thing as well, a Godchild should never go off blabbing at the mouth that they have Godparent(s) because that's a for sure way to lose them faster than a jackrabbit on a jetski...or something like that. Anyways, I think that covers about 15% of everything your confuzzling brain should need to know. Questions?" He asked.

"Does this mean that you're my Godparent?" asked Veronica.

"Ye- n- kinda. I'm a temporary Godparent." Marcel answered.

"But you're still my Godparent, right? And everything you've explained to me about Godparents and Godchildren also applies to me as well, right?" the blond girl asked.

"Right." Marcel said, in an uneased tone.

Veronica tossed the blankets off of her now that she was warmed up and rubbed her chin as though she was thinking.

"So if I wished I was happy..."

"I could grant that." He said, finishing her sentence with a hidden smile.

"In that case, I wish I was finally happy." said Veronica, in a hopeful tone.

"As you wish, Goldie" Marcel said, as he lifted his wand upon its sudden glow.

"Grr I told you my name is Ver-"

*Poof*

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Dead silence could be heard for a few seconds as Veronica gathered her bearings. She slowly looked around her room with a quirked brow. She didn't feel any different aside from the sudden crave for fish, it then dawned on her how smaller she felt and looked compared to Marcel who was still sitting next to her on the bed, trying his best with all his might to hold back the laugh that wanted to burst out of him upon looking at her.

"What? What's so funny?" She asked, in a funny voice that caused her to quickly put her hands, rather her paws, over her mouth.

That was the breaking point for Marcel when she had spoke in that funny voice. He had fell over onto the floor holding his sides as he laughed uncontrollably. He knew from the start where he was going with that wish though had she worded any differently he would've been highly disappointed.

Veronica felt weirdness all over her, more importantly her hands. It wasn't until she had taken them away from her mouth that she had noticed that her hands were cat paws which caused her to stumble off of the bed and quickly rush over to her mirror. She stared at herself in utter disbelief. Saying she was just a cat would be an understatement. She was a small blue cat with a white furred stomach and an abnormally long tail that was white at the tip and white wings on her back that would usually house a green backpack if Marcel wanted to be very descriptive. Those didn't bother her as much as her big eyes did.

"Wha-what did you do to me? What even am I? I wished for happiness not this...this whatever this creature is." Veronica said, practically crying.

It took Marcel a minute to completely get a grip on his uncontrollable laughing. He was finally able to get back to his feet as he wiped a tear from his eyes and turned his attention to the blue Exceed cat standing in front of the mirror.

"Oh you meant happiness? Yeah, I can't do that. Something along the lines of that kind of wish being too selfish blah blah blah...besides, I wouldn't even know where to began by making you happy. I could always try to find you the love of your life with just a wish." He said.

Veronica looked at him through the reflection of the mirror with a look that said that she didn't believe him, nor was she going to. Their short time together had been more than just unfortunate, it was now a small living Hell. She was grateful that he saved her life, but any respect she wanted to throw his way afterwards went out the window the minute he started goofing about with her. Was he really a fairy or just one of Satan's spawns? It didn't matter to her much she just wanted to be done with him now. She already had enough misery in her life and she didn't need to add him to the list of that.

"It seems to me like you don't believe me. Hold that thought Goldie I'll show you." Marcel said, as he poofed up a phone in his hand.

He turned his back to Veronica as he began conversating away with the person on the line.

"Haha. Hey C, how's it going?" "Pfft, where did you hear that from?" "Sources, eh?" "Well hate to tell ya buddy but it seems that your 'sources' are unreliable liars." "Woah, whoa don't take your anger out on me for you having bad sources." "Why did I call you?" "Oh right I remember now, I need a favor." "Yes that kind of fav-" "It's not for me it's for a blond friend of mine." "No not that blond friend though she needs it and possibly a miracle." "Yeah I didn't forget, just like I didn't forget that we promised not to talk about that." "Look, we'll worry about that when we cross that bridge but until then are you going to help me out with the favor or not?" *sighs* "Yeah I wouldn't want to be the reason you get your third strike with Jorgen so nevermind." "Poker? You still do that?" "Yeah I'll be free to play a few games. It's not like I got a Godchild or anything." "Will the Tooth Fairy be there?" "Then you can for surely count me in." "Alright, cho"

"So yeah about that love wish...also not going to happen. I tried." Marcel said, with an innocent smile as he poofed his phone away and turned his attention back to his furry friend.

"Go figure." Veronica thought.

"Look I don't care about if you do or don't help me with my problems I just want to be done with whatever this little transaction is between us so you can just leave me alone and I can just go back to my regular sad life." She said.

Marcel frowned.

"Do you really feel that way?" asked Marcel.

"I do. I appreciate you saving my life and all but I can make my own life into a living Hell without your help so if you can be so kind as to turn me back into my human form and just go then I'd be much obliged." said Veronica.

"No dice." The black haired fairy said.

"Excuse me?" She asked sharply, as she turned from the mirror to glare at him.

"How many times must we go over this? The magic doesn't happen unless you say the magic words. Shall we try this again?" He asked, blowing on his fingernails before dusting them off on his shoulder.

Veronica gritted her teeth as she stomped toward him. Once again another time she would've looked intimidating had she not been some kind of embrassing predicament.

"You want me to wish myself back to normal after you purposely made me like this? No. You're going to change me back, and you're going to change me back right now!" She exclaimed.

Marcel didn't even budge at her words and just only stared down at her in silence with an arrogant smile. This upsetted Veronica to the point that she angrily charged at him. Upon closing in on him, she leapt into the air to tackle into him which Marcel seen as clear as day so casually side stepped it. Veronica didn't count on her wings to make her glide uncontrollably passed him and out of her bedroom window where she immediately lost momentum and unvolunteeringly allowed gravity to do its work.

She fell all the way from her two-story window but luckily had her fall cushioned by some bushes that she was glad weren't thorny yet still hurted.

She rolled out of the bushes and looked up at her bedroom window as she rubbed her back, trying to ease the pain in it.

"When I get back up there I swear I'm going to- oh who am I kidding? He's had the upper on me since the beginning." Veronica said, defeatedly to herself.

She sighed as she dropped her head looking down at the sideway. It wasn't until she saw a shadow looming over her that she heard footsteps approaching close behind her.

"Come to gloat? Ok, you've won I'll sa-" Veronica started to say as she turned around but then suddenly froze up with her paws over her mouth again when the figure that the shadow belonged to wasn't Marcel.

It was in fact someone she didn't expect to show up at her doorstep. Someone she didn't know she thought she existed to. Someone that chased after her ex-best friend for so long that she couldn't count on hand how many times he got shot down. Someone she confessed her undying love to, which they didn't accept and she later on realized why. Kinda.

This person was none other than Timmy Turner.

"Uh..." Timmy said, looking down at the shocked cat.


So ends the first long chapter. I know it started off rather depressing but it started brightening up when a returning OC entered the picture and began goofing about. Too bad Veronica had to be the victim of that. At first this story was going to be a TimmyxTootie story but then it dawned on me that Veronica would play the role of this story better and that's when the pieces started coming together. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and anime reference/cameo. Be sure to leave some feedback.