It rocked Timmy's world when it happened.

Timmy had never really asked any questions when his parents just threw him into Vicki's care, sometimes for days on end. He did not really know too much about his parents, seeing as they were gone more than they were with him. What he did know was that they threw fistfuls of money at Vicki to watch him while they would disappear for the night, the weekend, and sometimes even a few weeks. For a long time, Timmy just went with it. They were his parents in name only in a lot of ways. He just wanted them around because they seemed better than the alternative; the red-headed, pink-eyed demon herself.

All of that changed when Timmy was 13.

Timmy had been in Vicki's care for about 5 years at that point and his parents were off on another weekend trip to the Caribbean. He had been stuck with her for the weekend and the she-devil was as cruel as ever. He'd spent Friday cooking for her and doing chores. When those ran out sometime Saturday, she had relented, at least as much as she knew how, and sent him to his room. He'd been there for a while, just chatting with Cosmo and Wanda, when he saw lights flashing outside of his window. His first hope was that maybe they were coming to take Vicki away.

As he eased himself over to peer out, he was disappointed when the cops did not take Vicki away, but just spoke to her. She didn't seem distraught, but he did see her shoulders fall. Suddenly, Timmy got a tense feeling in his chest. He laid down, scared of what would be coming next.

He'd been laying there for about an hour, trying to be as quiet as possible, when he heard a knock at the door. This surprised him. He thought Vicki was the only one home, but she did not knock. Of course, neither did his parents for that matter. So naturally Timmy thought his mind was playing tricks on him. At least until he heard a soft voice call out to him.

"Twe- umm, Timmy? Can I come in?" Timmy was scared now. She had stopped herself from calling him Twerp? Well that couldn't be good. His mind jumped to his typical fight or flight reaction involving her before he managed to stop it. With a deep breath, he answered.

"Sure Vicki, come on in."

He watched as the door slowly crept open and her head appeared around the door. He had been expecting something, but the sad look in her eyes was not it. Timmy felt his entire body freeze at the sight of her. After a few deep breaths to calm his nerves, he sat up to face her as she drifted over to sit carefully on the far edge of his bed. After a moment of silence, she looked over at him, catching his eyes.

"Timmy….I….well….." She slapped her thighs in frustration, unable to get the words out. Timmy had never seen Vicki unable to speak, so he slid closer.

"Whats up Vicki?" She looked over at him before letting out a long breath. He heard her mutter to herself before diving in.

"Timmy, your parents won't be coming back. They were arrested tonight for attempted robbery of a bank." Timmy sat back. The shock was evident on his face. Not at all what he had expected to hear. It kind of shook him to his core. He looked back at Vicki.

"Were they that bad off?" Now it was Vicki's turn to look at him with shock. After a moment, she relented, offering him another sad smile.

"No, apparently they had been doing it for years. It was their "job" as it were. At least that's what the cops said."

"Oh."

The two sat there for a moment, silence drawing over them. Then Timmy asked the question that needed to be asked.

"So what happens now?" Vicki smiled once more.

"Now, you spend the night here Twerp, while I watch you. Then we deal with everything tomorrow."

Timmy smiled when he heard her say "we" deal with it. He had hated her for years, but in that instant, it felt nice.

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And the next few days were hard. In fact, so were the next several months and years. Timmy's parents were investigated and both Timmy and Vicki had to testify. In the meantime, Vicki stayed and watched him. Turns out that Timmy's parents were notorious. They had been robbing banks for years, just enough to make a very good life of, but never enough to get caught moving it. And they had been masterful, but in recent years technology had caught up. That was their ultimate downfall. Timmy had to grin and bear all of this. He had to watch them drag his parents through the mud, making them into the villains. Which to be fair, they were. But they were his parents.

And they made life tough for him too. His life in his house was very sterile. There were rooms he could not go into as they were a part of the investigation.

But what hurt him the most, for some odd reason, was when they decided to try and accuse Vicki of something. She had been incredibly kind and helpful since everything started, even taking care of him. It was a side he wished he had seen earlier and it made him come to care about her.

Ultimately, Timmy and Vicki were given clean records, but they did have to stay and testify. His parents were found guilty and sentenced to 25 years each. It seemed harsh, but considering all the banks they had robbed, it was actually a pretty light sentence.

Then the question came of what to do with Timmy. No one really knew. He had no family beyond his parents, at least none that he knew of. He had hoped perhaps he could just keep staying with Vicki, but as the trial ended, Vicki left. Not just his home, but his life. He woke up the day after the trial ended, and there was a note from Vicki saying goodbye and that she was sorry she was saying it through a note. He had hated her again, for about three and a half seconds. But when he thought about all she had done for him over the past few months, he couldn't hate her. And he couldn't blame her.

So Timmy had ended up in foster care. He was nearing his 14th birthday and spent the next 4 years of his life being shipped from foster home to foster home. He made the switch from needing everything to carrying just a bag and one other item which came to sustain him. He still had his fairy godparents, seeing as he was still a miserable kid, but he made sure not to rely on them not knowing when he would lose them.

So Timmy grew up like that. He'd lost his parents. He lost his friends by moving so much. He pushed away his godparents. He'd even lost the babysitter who had been better to him than anyone else. So Timmy just kept moving and drifting, waiting to reach his 18th birthday and do his own thing. He always just carried his bag, a small tote with a handful of clothes, and hi other item.

A Guitar.