You've Met Your Match

(A/N: This is something new I decided to try. No one else has come up with a story under these characters, so I did. It would be interesting to see them team up of their own accord instead of through a wish. So far it's what people on this site call a 'twoshot.' I may do more with it, and I may not. It's rated T because of the undertones, which are controversial and disturbing to some, if you can catch them, but it could probably pass for K+ since I don't go deep into them. I hope you enjoy.)

Crocker

Bad, evil, society's bane. Those were the words that came to mind as he thought of what had just happened. Then again, he supposed it depended on the time period or place. Funny. He'd never see himself as an, ugh, committed or, gag, caring, man. He'd never had, choke, feelings. Well, there was once Principal Waxelplax, but he didn't want to go there at the moment. Basically, he was in love with fairy catching. He would marry it if he could. Then there was her.

He'd first seen the girl, wait not true. He'd seen her around Dimmsdale, and in fact had a vague memory of a fellow super villain called The Baby Shredder who looked much like her. He recalled working with her, but how could that be? Never mind that. He meant he had actually seen her, when she had dropped that red capped menace, the annoying failure Timmy Turner, off at school. It wasn't hard to tell that she certainly wasn't the kind of girl Turner's parents would leave him with. If they knew, that was. So she was a manipulator. Nothing special there, right? Then he had seen her in action. Then he had become intrigued.

Children scattered at the sight of her, screaming. Fire seemed to appear behind her as she maliciously grinned. The children fell before her bowing and quivering. Even Francis, the bully, had looked unnerved. She had shoved Turner down then dragged him back up. He had heard her order, no, more bark, "Get moving twerp!" Turner had cried out in terror and run. She had followed right behind.

Intrigue led to fascination, admiration, wonder. He had been impressed. Well, well, there was someone besides him who hated Turner with a passion greater than most. He wondered what she was capable of; how far she'd gone already. His devious side was becoming apparent. She had then kicked open the door to the classroom, making him jump and cry out.

He had blinked blankly at the flaming redhead, Turner cowering behind her, trying to get away. She had reached back, seizing him. He had cried out, trying to bolt. She had dragged Turner inside and come right up to him, demanding, "Hey you, Timmy's teacher!"

He had looked her over and chosen to ignore, turning instead to Turner, demanding, "Quick Turner, what's the capital of Paris!"

Turner had replied, "Uh, France?"

"Wrong, F! Trick question! Paris isn't a country, it's a capital!" he had shot, stamping an F on the boy's forehead. He could tell from the look on the girls face that she had never been ignored before. She seemed shocked, blinking blankly. The bell had rung, and he had yanked Turner from her, making her pull back, then slammed him into his seat as the class filled. The girl looked lost, confused, and surprised.

He had then half back flipped to behind his desk and sat, flipping through papers. To anyone else it would look like marking, but they were really his notes on Fairy God Parents! "Class, read pages one to one-hundred in your books," he had dictated. They groaned. All at once he had realized that the girl was still there, staring at him, mortified.

He had frowned at her, asking in a bored, annoyed, tone, as he put down his papers, "Yes, can I help you?"

"The capital of Paris? You couldn't have come up with a better question than that?" she incredulously had asked.

His gaze had soured. "I'm sorry, can you come up with better?" he challenged.

She had looked taken aback, then replied. Or began to, "Well, as a matter of fact…"

"Too slow, F!" he yelled, pulling out a long handled stamp and stamping her forehead. Timmy's mouth fell open. The class gasped in terror. The redhead looked surprise, but all at once she became infuriated, almost growling like a panther.

"Mr. Crocker…!" Timmy had begun to warn. He just looked obliviously up at her, eyes inquisitive, amazed by the sound.

"Listen Cracker!" the girl had begun, coming in front of the desk then leaning over.

"That's Denzel Crocker to you missy," he had interrupted.

"It's Vicki, Vicki!" the girl, Vicki, had shrieked in outrage.

"I'm sorry. Mickie, I mean, Vicki," he had replied, bringing up his papers once more. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to find a way to prove the existence of Fairy God Parents!" There he went spazzing again. Quickly he covered, "I mean marking these tests!" She had pulled back at the spaz, unsure whether to be shocked or afraid.

All at once, though, she knocked the 'tests' from his hands, barking, "Forget the tests!" He had been startled. The class watched in awe. She had seized his shirt, dragging him to her, declaring, "Now listen Crocker, dear sweet little Timmy's parents had me bring him to school today, and they also wanted me to give you a message. They want you to pile on his homework and make him answer every question. If he gets even one wrong, they want you to punish him, capishe?"

"What!" Turner had cried.

He had looked incredulously at her. He didn't buy a word of it. His eyes, however, became ponderous as he came up with an idea. "Solitary detention? Yes. It would be a perfect time to monitor him for Fairy God Parents!" Another spaz. Vicky dropped him in alarm, pulling back.

Recovering, she had demanded, "What are you, a wacko?"

"Do your parents know what sort of devil child they've raised?" he bit back.

"Why you pathetic weakling! Of course they know! They cower before me," Vicki replied. She laughed evilly, lightning and thunder cracking outside. He had raised his eyebrows at the lightning, but other than that seemed unimpressed.

"And…" he had fished, quickly growing bored of her repetition of trying to scare him. As if. He'd been a teacher for ten years. He'd seen it all. Well, nothing like her, but he wasn't fazed, particularly.

Her evil glare had fallen. She had looked blankly at him. "Why aren't you cowering before me?" she had asked.

"Why should I? When I rule the world with the help of Fairy God Parents…" another spaz, "no one will ever defeat me, and you, like everyone else, will bow before me!" He already had a vague recollection of something like that anyway.

"Oh will I! Sorry Cracker, but it'll be the other way around! And what's up with the fairy obsession?" she had questioned.

He had blinked blankly, then exclaimed as he pulled a lever on his desk, "Fairies!" A trap door had opened beneath her, and she fell through screaming! Turner and the class looked a mix between horrified, shocked, and awed. "Get to work!" Crocker ordered.

All at once the kids had erupted into cheers. Crocker looked at them, shocked. "Mr. Crocker, you just stood up to Icky Vicky!" AJ had exclaimed.

"It's never been done before! No one who's talked back to her has lived to see another day!" Chester said.

"Awesome!" the duo had cried.

"Mr. Crocker is a hero!" Sanjay had cheered.

"My boil salutes you sir," Elmer declared. Him and his boil Bob. Crocker could have scoffed, but didn't.

"Oh really? Well not for long. Pop quiz!" Crocker exclaimed, pulling a rope that dropped down a flood of papers onto the class. They had groaned.

Just then, however, the door had been booted open, off its hinges almost, and everyone had turned. Vicky was there, breathing heavily, eyes on fire. The papers were incinerated under the intensity of the glare. The kids blinked, then cheered, "Yay, Vicki's a hero!"

"Mr. Crocker!" she shrieked, silencing them.

He had looked blankly at her, taking in her features. Her hair was messy, she had scratches on her face, her eyes were blazing. For the first time, he felt terror grip his heart. At least, he had hoped it was terror that made the shriveled little organ flip and seem to scream. The next thing he knew, she had dragged him out into the hall, him crying out.

He had faced her in fear, but he never grovelled, just looked down at her from his position pressed against the lockers. "So you made it out of the Crocker Cave alive, did you?" he had asked.

"You beat me," she growled.

"You seem surprised," he remarked, fear falling to annoyance.

"No one who beats me goes unscathed!" she declared.

"Oh no? Fairies!" he cried, suddenly whipping out a remote and pushing a button. From across the hall, from a locker, metal arms shot, grabbing her, pulling her to it. Feeling once more confident, Crocker walked across the hall towards his class, saying, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have F's to give."

She had looked shocked. "Wait!" she said. He paused, hand on the doorknob, and scowled at her, annoyed. "What's up with you and your personal war with Timmy?"

Crocker's eyes had widened. He had suddenly been alert. "How did you know I had it in for Turner?"

"Duh, there's like a folder full of pictures of him in your 'Crocker Cave,'" Vicky had replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Darn, I knew I should have bought locks for the filing cabinet," he had cursed himself.

"You know Denzel, I mean, Mr. Crocker," she had said in an appealing tone. It was then that every muscle in his body stiffened. "I've been thinking; we could make a great team. I hate Timmy, you hate Timmy. You're trying to find out if Fairy God Parents exist, and I've always thought something was weird about the twerp. Together we could make his life miserable. What do you say? Let's work together to finish Timmy once and for all. We'll both get what we want by the end of it anyway."

"A team up? Intriguing," he had mused. She was grinning innocently at him. His eyes hardened, seeming to say, 'Yeah right, who would fall for that?' Nonetheless, he pushed the button to release her, then faded into his classroom.

"Wait, was that a yes?" she called after him. He shut the door.