I have no idea exactly what brought this about, but those who may remember, this was a fic I did long time ago for a contest on Deviantart. But before, it was a one shot while here, it's not.

But I saw it, re-read it, and cringed at some of the errors I made. Sure, I'm not perfect and it was done in high school, but I felt I could do it better, make it better.

I tried to keep everyone in character as best I could, only one who was harder was Cosmo since he's in a sense the "hero" of this tale. So if I made him appear to smart or however so, I'll try to tweak it.

I know it can't be perfect for everyone, but I at least like to know where I made a mistake to try and correct it if I can.

Image is an old drawing I made, may redraw it later so its cleaner, haven't really decided just yet, same if I'm going to keep the title as is or not.

Also, as a warning, its going to get rather graphic later on, so if you're not comfortable with things like rape and such, I suggest you stop reading.

"Something's not right," Cosmo grumbled to himself.

He was currently floating about his godchild's bedroom, occasionally peeking down, watching him study for an upcoming exam.

Not far off was Sparky whom Timmy had managed to wear out not long ago to keep him from getting into things, particularly eating the notes he got from AJ.

The green haired fairy was bored out of his mind, wishing the dog wasn't so worn out, even wishing his often nagging wife was home.

Right now, she and Poof are attending a family reunion on her side of the family, meaning she would be visiting Big Daddy. Normally he would have been hiding, ready to start kicking and screaming about having to go, but this time, he was able to avoid it.

Because of this test, Timmy needed someone to watch him, ensure all his hard work didn't go to waste.

While he's the last fairy to ever be trusted with such a task, he was willing to work extra hard to keep what she said in his limited memory.

Although, Wanda was still highly concerned leaving them alone, more so since the reunion would take a week.

It was then Cosmo suggested she'd call with one of the new video phones, the pair wishing one up thanks to their godchild. Therefore she can call and actually see the surroundings to prove they haven't done anything they shouldn't have. Or if they did, she'd know what she's dealing with and should bother interfering or let them figure things out on their own.

It was a rare for the fairy to come up with such an idea, but it worked, leaving them to their own devices.

It's been five days already, getting called twice a day, once before Timmy would go to school and again a little after dinner. Cosmo would carry the phone, mostly to keep Sparky out of it from chewing, burying, or making ridiculous calls himself.

In all honesty, even the fairy was impressed how well he was doing, though with what's got his mind preoccupied currently, how could he not behave?

"Still worried about not telling Wanda about the pixies attacking?" his godchild questioned, the fairy realizing he spoke loud enough to be heard.

The brunette got up, stretching himself, having been over the notes, his head starting to pound from all the reading.

He really didn't like studying, but thanks to Crocker and other teachers, he has no choice but to study or risk not just failing, but getting sent back a few grades. He already risked getting sent to a military camp, he doesn't want to make the same mistake.

He was just grateful AJ had loaned him copies of the notes to study from, knowing how poor his own note taking is. If he hadn't, he would have been screwed big time, though the genius did offer to help tutor him. The brunette may take him up on it, knowing he's likely tutoring Chester, making sure that he passed as well. He might even bring Mark along so he doesn't fail either; he needs to keep an eye on him to some degree.

Glancing at the clock, he noticed it was nearing eleven, thankful it was Friday. At least he'll have an excuse to sleep in late, not having to worry about school.

He'll get things put away, far away from Sparky, get to bed, wake up, hang with his friends for a bit; play with Sparky, then resume studying.

"A little," the fairy's voice muttered, floating down on the bed, sitting up more properly, looking more like a bored teenager than an adult. "Did you notice that HP's been one pixie short every time he showed up since Wanda left? Even before that, I noticed he was gone. First I thought it was nothing, seeing others that look like him, but they aren't him…"

"How can you be sure?" the boy asked as he gathered his pajamas to change into.

"I don't know, but I haven't seen one particular pixie."

Wracking his head, trying to recall who his godfather was talking about before one stuck out in a few notable memories.

"That's right, the one with cowlick, Sandy something…"

"Sanderson," the other replied before he knew it.

"But maybe we missed him though? I mean, there are others with cowlicks now that I think about it."

"But they're all bigger than him; he's the smallest of them, almost always glued to HP's side, like a shadow."

"Okay, I believe you, but how are we sure he's missing though? We don't know the pixies all that well other than that they want to make things boring."

"Think about it, if they were planning something that would split their team, one of us would have found out by now. Even if it was by accident."

"Like the Jorgen robot suit?"

"Exactly."

"I guess you're right… Who knew you could be this intuitive?"

Cosmo scratched his head, feeling his face heat up, "Not sure where this is coming from either. But I just have this really bad feeling that something's wrong."

"Guess you do have a brain after all, not just jelly and candy," Timmy half joked to try and lighten things up.

But he couldn't help but mentally agree with his godfather, thinking about the missing pixie, not seeing him for so long, it was really weird. They're so focused on organization, splitting up for long periods; it doesn't seem to suit them at all.

Timmy could see he was really worried, having never seen him look so upset and serious at the same time. It was rather unnerving, not seeing the carefree idiot normally caring for him, getting him in as much trouble as he gets himself in.

The boy silently wondered if he's like this when left alone, without Wanda, his mother, even Jorgen to look to for answers. Where he's left with having to find his own answers without being pressured to have it right away or get something done.

Timmy was about to suggest that the pixie might just be sick, but it would only backfire on him. If he was sick with a cold, it wouldn't take this long to get over it; he's seen and dealt with his fairies or others who got sick. They rarely stay sick for prolonged periods of time. Those who do are more serious illnesses, usually resulting in their removal of using magic and unable to become potential guardians.

Cosmo was worried enough as is, it wouldn't be right to make it worse saying something like that, getting him more upset.

"You know, if you're that worried, why not try and go see him?"

"What?"

"You heard me, try and visit Pixie World and find out if Sanderson's okay. Would confuse them, but they can't really throw you out, let alone hurt you if you're not there to cause trouble to begin with. They look bad enough as is, doubt they'd want to make themselves look even worse if you're visiting out of concern."

"Even if I were to go, what about you? What if Vicky tries to really hurt you? Or Crocker shows up and puts you in danger? And what about this test you have? Or worse, you need a wish granted and I'm not here?"

"I know, I know you're worried, but it's the weekend, remember? I don't have to worry about Crocker bothering me right away. Even if he did, my parents will be home, I'll stick with them best I can so he can't get to me. And I was thinking of visiting AJ tomorrow so he can help tutor me, maybe even get Mark to help him out too."

"And Vicky?"

"Same thing if it were Crocker. If I'm not with AJ and the guys studying, I'll be home with my parents. And if something came up where she did end up babysitting me, I can hold myself up here or at the treehouse until you, Wanda, or my parents got home."

"And if we don't get back fast enough?"

"I have Sparky," the boy stated, jabbing a thumb towards the sleeping pooch. "Sure, he's not the greatest guard dog, but he can poof us out of here and someplace else, like Hawaii. Hopefully not during a volcanic eruption…"

"And the test?"

"I'm the one studying, not you."

"Right," the fairy laughed nervously, "but if you need a wish?"

"Again, if I need to, I can ask Sparky or I can call you or Wanda if it's really important."

"I suppose…"

"I'm sure things are okay," Timmy reassured, hugging the fairy before heading off to the bathroom to clean up and change for the night.

Heaving a small sigh, praying the boy is right, that things will, are okay, that he's just overreacting, he transported himself into the fishbowl.

Getting himself settled in bed, he began to miss his wife even more, wishing she was here to sneak into bed with her for comfort.

He couldn't stop his stomach tightening, unsure if its nerves or something else.

By the time morning came, despite how awkward it was to fall asleep, he felt oddly more awake, finding Timmy and Sparky outside playing.

Scribbling something down for them to find, he stuck it with the brunette's notes, knowing that's where he'll be later.

Right after, he concentrated his magic, bringing himself straight to Fairy World, knowing exactly where to go and who to go to.

"Cosmo?" Jorgen grumbled when seeing the idiotic fairy walk right up to him. "What do you want?"

He wouldn't admit it, but the muscular fairy was a bit curious why he was here, not home watching his godchild or having said child with him.

He spotted Wanda with some of her family, particularly Big Daddy earlier in the week, knowing it must've been one of those family reunions.

So why is he here?

What he didn't expect was the ditzy man to actually look serious; enough that it unnerved him, more so when he made what had to be the craziest request.

"I'd like to visit Pixie World, but I need something to protect me, so the pixies know not to attack. All I wish is for a peaceful conversation with Head Pixie."

"Why on Fairy World would you want to talk with those pointy headed freaks?"

"It's a private matter between us."

"I cannot allow you to go until I know what it is, that's da rules."

For once, he was really annoyed with Da Rules; the fairy gave him a scowl before submitting to the somewhat simple demand.

"Fine, but only if you promise not to tell Head Pixie why I'm going, not even tell Wanda that I'm here. I don't want to freak her out, not while she's at her family reunion."

"We'll see."

"As you may have heard, he and his pixie co-workers have been attacking Timmy and I for the past week since Wanda left for the reunion."

"So you want to ask them to stop?"

"Doubt they'd listen," the green haired man grumbled, crossing his arms. "But in these attacks, I noticed one of the pixies was missing. And it was only yesterday I noticed not only has he been missing this past week, but longer. At least a couple months. I don't know if Wanda has taken notice like Timmy and I have."

"So one of them is missing?" the larger fairy grumbled, crossing his arms as well as he leaned against his desk.

"Yeah, I think his name's Sanderson."

"I remember him, so you're worried about him?"

"I don't know why, but I get this really bad feeling something's wrong. That something bad happened to him. That's why I want to go to Pixie World, to ask Head Pixie about his wellbeing, find out if I'm right or I'm overreacting."

"Still a big request to make," Jorgen sighed, but couldn't really blame the idiot.

While he wouldn't exactly be concerned for this missing pixie's wellbeing, he would be concerned of some sort of plan being made.

Hasn't been the first time one or two were off doing their own thing under their leader's orders, the rest doing another as a distraction or the other way around.

"Fine, but I still don't see why you're worried for the little bastard," he grumbled mostly under his breath. "Wait here."

Like that, the muscle bound fairy was gone in a destructive puff of smoke, returning after a few hours, tossing the other a case.

"What's this?" the other asked, opening to find a badge inside.

"Wear it, it'll show those pointy headed freaks that you're off limits. It's designed where if any of them tries to harm you, anything they do, magic or non-magic will be reversed back to them. Now get out of my sight before I change my mind."

Surprised he got his way, the fairy left quickly, not wanting this possibly rare chance go to waste, heading straight for the dull world.

He was quick to get to their headquarters, not wanting to waste time getting chased or dragged into some boring conversation.

The entire time he made his way, he kept his eyes open for the familiar pixie, especially when he entered the building.

But no such luck, knowing he'll have no choice but to speak with Head Pixie and hope the old man will tell him.

"What business do you have here?" the receptionist questioned, a brow cocked slightly when seeing the fairy walk in.

"I want to speak with HP, now," Cosmo practically demanded, making sure the badge was in view for the other to get the message.

Spotting it, the pixie made him wait in a chair while calling his boss, calling him back over once he hung up.

"He will see you now."

Giving a somewhat curt nod, he made his way straight for the boss' office, feeling his hands becoming clammy, his stomach knotting up.

Why is he feeling like this?

Why is he feeling so sick?

Why does he feel so anxious, that something bad is or has happened?

Snapping out of his thoughts, he arrived, floating into the office, the dull man sitting in his fancy seat, offering one in front of his desk.

Hesitantly, he took a seat, seeing the other noticing his badge, mentally smirking.

Who knew being serious could be this much fun?

Maybe he should start acting his age more often to see people's reactions? They'd take him seriously more often, that's for sure.

"Cosmo, what an interesting surprise," the white haired pixie spoke, a brow cocked with curiosity. "What brings you to my office?"

"For the past week, you've been attacking my godchild and I, taking advantage that my wife and baby aren't present. I can pretty much assume you have some sort of diabolical plan to take over Fairy World and Earth by getting rid of us somehow."

A little taken back by the fairy's sudden maturity, Head Pixie did a small cough, adjusting his tie ever so slightly.

"I assume you got the badge in order to try and negotiate us to stop?"

"It would be nice, but I doubt anything I say would change your mind. Unlike myself, you're not a complete idiot."

"Then what brings you here then?"

"Sanderson."

"Hmm?"

"He hasn't been with you for a while now. I'm rather curious; he's almost always by your side, your right hand man if I'm correct."

"He was."

"Where is he?"

"What concern is he of you?"

"Just a gut feeling."

Deciding to amuse the fairy, he answered him with a sly smirk, "If you must know, recently we were running low on supplies and short on money."

Immediately Cosmo felt his stomach knot up, not liking where this conversation was going, praying what he's about to hear isn't true.

"I made various calls to try and bring in funds to restock our supplies. One of the meetings I made, I had a gentleman here a couple months ago here. He had things we needed and hoped to negotiate a price, trades, anything that would benefit us both in the end. But he wasn't all that interested at first, humoring me by coming by."

"What happened?" the fairy nervously asked, unable to hide the bit of fear and worry in his eyes.

"I noticed him take an interest in Sanderson, so we discussed about a trade. I was quite surprised when he offered me five times…"

Any fear that was forming vanished instantly, replaced with an incredible rage the fairy didn't know he had.

"You…you sold him? You fucking sold him?" Cosmo screamed, standing up, his fists slamming into the desk. "How could you do that?"

"Life is business," the pixie stated, letting out a gasp when suddenly slammed into a wall, knocking the wind out of him.

"You sick bastard," the fairy growled, hands shaking, temptation to beat the living shit out of him nearly taking hold.

Taking a few deep breaths, he pulled away, letting the startled man drop to the floor, his normally bland expression replaced with actual fear.

Stepping back to avoid assaulting him a second time, he scowled dangerously at the other, any innocent stupidity wiped clean.

"Who did you sell him to?"

Realizing he was partially safe, knowing he couldn't really get hurt, not while the younger male wore that badge.

Just as he can't hurt him, the other can't either without nullifying its effects. Whether he knew this or recalled at the last second, he wasn't sure.

Smirking once more, using the wall as support to stand straight again, he fished into a pocket, pulling out a card.

"He gave me his card, in case we needed to do business again. I always keep a few extras, just in case."

Despite how dirty he felt taking the card, he did so with hopes finding the monster who bought the pixie, doing who knows what to him.

Before he could think about pounding the other's face into his oak desk, he left, returning straight to Jorgen.

Second he saw him; he ripped the badge off, nearly tearing his shirt in the process, throwing it on the other's desk.

"That was rather fast, did they even want to talk to you?" the muscular fairy joked before taking notice of the other's fury. "What'd they do, insult you? Insult your wife and kids?"

"I want that bastard arrested," Cosmo growled softly, the other barely catching what he had said.

"What?"

"You heard me, I want Head Pixie arrested!"

"Hold up, what did he even do?"

Now the fairy was getting worried, having never seen the other so frustrated, so close to breaking. He couldn't tell if the other was going to break down crying or start screaming in absolute rage.

Whatever happened in Pixie World had to have been serious.

"That bastard sold him! He sold Sanderson as if he were nothing, like he was some pad of notes or a box of pens. He's with some freak now doing only gods knows what to him!"

"What?"

Did Cosmo just say what he thinks he said?

"Y-you're kidding, right?"

"Do you think I would joke about something like this?" the other nearly growled, clenching his teeth tightly.

"Right," he sighed, "while they're still pointy headed freaks, this will not go unpunished. I assure you that."

"Promise to punch him extra hard for me. You don't know how badly I wanted to when he told me in that…that damn voice of his!"

"No problem," the fairy grinned before it fell a little. "Any clue who or where Sanderson was sold too?"

"Just this," the green haired fairy answered, showing the card. "What's going to happen to him? Sanderson I mean."

"We'll try to find him, but these types of deals; they're harder to track than human trafficking. But if it happened recently, we may have a chance."

"Let me find him, please."

"You know I can't…"

"I may not be the smartest or the strongest, but I refuse to sit back on this!"

"What of your godchild?"

"Timmy will be okay without me, it's the weekend and Wanda's due to return home on Monday, maybe late on Sunday. She can watch him and Poof better than having to worry about me doing something stupid."

"You're not trained in this sort of thing; I cannot allow you to go after him, risk endangering yourself. If you get captured, we may never find you."

"I'm willing to take that risk!"

"I have people who can look for him."

"Where are they then? Don't you normally like scrambling them?"

Realizing he was caught, the larger fairy finally submitted, hating how smart the other is acting, unsure if it was stress or it's only now he decides to grow up.

"Fine, you can help," Jorgen sighed, running a hand through his short hair. "I'll take care of Head Pixie before he fucks things up any worse than he has. We need to find out if he sold any more of his people and where to find them if so."

"Thank you."

"Just know this, Cosmo, you must be careful. I wasn't kidding, if you do get caught, we may never see you again. You may never see your family or your friends again. You may see things you wish you never saw."

"I'm guessing this is normally handled by Von Strangles?"

"Under normal circumstances…yes," the other answered, for once actually beginning to feel helpless, being cornered by the normally idiotic man.

"Then I presume we have no problem then," the fairy half smiled, showing he hasn't forgotten their family tree.

Before the other could say anything else, possibly an attempt to discourage the younger man, he was gone in a puff of smoke.

"I really hope I made a good choice," Jorgen sighed, before taking off for Pixie World.

As for what Jorgen meant, it would make sense, they likely have had moments where a godparent loses their child to traffickers in some manner. But they have magic on their side, so could go and find that child and bring them back home or to a new, safer home if not raise them, themselves if allowed. But magical creatures such as themselves? That might be harder since magic can be masked, hiding who knows what and how many in crates, lamps, etc., smuggling them across the worlds.

But again, they have magic on their side, so they still have a better chance than without it.

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