A/N: I've been reading a lot of TimmyxTootie fics lately, and I'm becoming a fan of the pairing, so I thought I'd try my hand at this. Read and Review!

Tootie's True Colors

"Alright twerp, you're all done for today" an annoyingly terrifying voice rang in the house. Timmy had been forced to work in Vicky's house, as part of her new babysitting gig. Though one could hardly call it a gig; that would imply that there was actually fun involved. Vicky's Home-Babysitting Service, as was shown on flyers posted on every wall in Dimmsdale, advertised that it would teach young charges about the value of hard work, when in reality it was all a cover-up to let her work as many children to near-death as possible. Timmy was beginning to learn that lesson the hard-way; Vicky's chores had left him with scrapes, bruises, and marks everywhere. To make things worse, Cosmo and Wanda had to go to an emergency meeting in Fairy World, so he couldn't just wish his injuries away.

Timmy struggled to stand up, and was nearly blown halfway across the room when the evil babysitter yelled in his face "NOW GET OUT", and proceeded to cackle an annoying laugh. Timmy dragged his aching legs out of the room, desperate to get out of the evil house. Just as he was about to turn the doorknob, he heard a shrill and hyper voice yell "Timmy, is that you?"

Timmy didn't have to turn around to know that it was Tootie, Vicky's nicer sister who had a big time crush on him. Timmy didn't cringe this time when Tootie ran to hug him, though one could attribute that more to his immense physical pain, and less to any internal attitude adjustment. "Hi, Tootie…" Timmy murmured. Though he didn't dare say it in front of her, right now he just wanted to crawl into bed in his own house and cry himself to sleep.

It was then that Tootie's expression changed from hyperactive joy to one of concern and caring. "Timmy, are you okay?" Tootie questioned.

"I…I'm fine, Tootie…" Timmy struggled to respond, turning his head away from her; the last thing he wanted was to show weakness in front of her, or anyone for that matter.

Tootie frowned and placed her hand on his cheek, applying just enough force to force Timmy to face her. It was then that Tootie saw the extent of the damage that Timmy had endured, his face alone covered in black and blue marks, his eyes threatening to leak tears at any given moment. "Timmy, what happened? Was this…" a look of epiphany crossed her features. "Was this my sister's doing?" Timmy only nodded, looking down at his feet in an attempt to hide his shame, as well as the blush that was lightly coloring his cheeks from the contact. Tootie felt her maternal instincts flare up, feeling a very strong desire to care for him at that moment. Tootie then murmured "Come here…" grabbing his hand and lightly dragging him up the stairs to her room. Timmy relinquished any and all resistance this time, lacking the physical strength to resist, and also lacking the emotional resolve to turn away. Wherever she's taking me, it can't be worse than what Vicky did…

Soon enough, they had reached the door, Tootie opening it with her free hand to reveal a pink room with lots of Timmy-based memorabilia. She led him over to the Timmy-shaped bed, and sat him down on the blankets. "I'll be right back, just try to relax…" Tootie said soothingly before going to her closet, fumbling through its depths for something to help her beloved. Timmy took a moment to look around, having never actually been in this room himself. He then looked down at the bed sheets he was sitting on, seeing the words "Mrs. Tootie Turner" stitched on them in a pattern. Timmy blushed; although he wouldn't admit it to anyone, he was starting to think about the young girl differently. Besides, it's not like Trixie's gonna even recognize me of her own free will in this century…

It was then that he felt a stinging sensation on his cheek. Grinding his teeth to avoid yelling in pain, Timmy looked back in front of him, seeing Tootie with a First Aid Kit in one hand and a damp cotton ball in the other. "Sorry," Tootie apologized, "but it needs to get disinfected or it could get worse." Timmy nodded and closed his eyes, allowing Tootie to work, biting his lower lip to mute any pained reactions. For her part, the young girl tried to be as gentle as possible, lightly dabbing Timmy's marks with the disinfectant-soaked cotton ball, though she still felt a dash of guilt whenever he cringed in pain from the contact. When she was finished, she put a band-aid on Timmy's marks. "There, all done!" Tootie announced. Timmy just closed his eyes and smiled a grateful smile, his buck tooth protruding from his lips. Tootie smiled at him, saying "There's that smile…it's so nice to see you happy."

"Th…thank you Tootie…" Timmy stammered, tears threatening to leak. Tootie sat next to him and wiped his eyes with her thumb. "Tootie…" Timmy continued, "I know that I can be a jerk sometimes and that I haven't exactly been the best of friends, and I…I'm so sorry. Nobody's ever done for me what you have, and I should count myself lucky to have you…"

"Oh, Timmy…" Tootie gasped. She then held out her arms to Timmy, who for a change eagerly leaned into the embrace, arms wrapping around her and vice-versa. Tears started to fall from the young boy's deep blue eyes, his resolve to hold them back fading fast. Tootie rubbed the back of his neck for comfort, and murmured "It's ok, Timmy, just let it all out." And so, that's what he did, letting his tears fall while Tootie held him, every so often murmuring words of comfort. At last, the watergates ceased to flood, and Timmy looked up at Tootie, who simply smiled at him.

As the young girl wiped the tear tracks off his cheeks, Timmy smiled and murmured "You know, I've never seen this side of you before; it's…very nice" Stupid, Turner; can't you think of anything nicer to say; the girl treated your injuries for pete's sake thought Timmy as he mulled over how stupid that sounded.

But Tootie simply continued to smile at him and replied "Timmy, I know I can be a little…over hyper, and I know that I sometimes come on a little strong when I try to express my affections…" Before Timmy could open his mouth to interject, Tootie continued "but, I care about you, and I want to be there for you." She then took his hand in her own and finished "So, the next time my sister's mean to you, or your parents ignore you, or whatever, come and talk to me; I'll listen."

Timmy smiled at her, and did something that he never would have considered doing an hour ago; he leaned over and kissed her cheek. Both blushed a deep scarlet hue, embarrassed smiles on their faces. Timmy then stood up and said "Well, I should probably get home; I need to get some rest for tomorrow. Thanks again, Tootie."

As he got up to leave, she grabbed his arm and handed him a blue pack in the shape of his head. "Here, take this ice pack with you; you can use it to dull some of the pain from your injuries." If Timmy had any tears left, his eyes would have watered. He gratefully took it from her. He then turned around and walked towards the door. Before grabbing the doorknob, he spoke "Tootie, do you, maybe, want to go for a picnic or something on Saturday? Whatever you want to do…"

Before an hour ago, Tootie would have squealed with joy and covered Timmy with smooches. This time however, she just smiled and replied "That would be nice…I'll talk to you at lunch tomorrow and we can plan from there."

Still smiling, Timmy walked out, feeling loved and content for the first time in a long while. Before this day, he thought the young girl to be annoying. But now that he saw her true colors, he couldn't help but feel excited for their imminent date. She's really something… he thought, blushing.