Flashback Chapter 2: The Kidnapping, a fairly oddparents fanfic

A/N:Here's chapter two.

Disclaimer: Fairly Oddparents copyright Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. I don't own it.

A MINUTE EARLIER

"What happened?" She asked in dazed, childish voice, dropping the action figures in the process. "Why is very so big?" Then she touched her throat, her eyes widen in shock. "And what happened to my perfectly perfect voice?"

Before Trixie could say or do anything else, her thoughts became hazy. The wish that had been cast on her by her new little brother was applying its full effects. It reversed the aging on the outside of her body easily, but her mind was another story altogether. Memories were a tricky thing to erase without the devices that those closer to Jorgen used for just that purpose.

Trixie grew confused as her memories slipped away. She looked around and realized that she no longer recognized her surroundings. Unlike her current bedroom, she had only gotten her current game room when she was seven, well after the age she had been reduced to. Naturally, she panicked.

Confused and scared, she desperately scanned the room for a door out of the unknown room, but then she saw a boy she didn't know blocking the open door. But Trixie knew that strangers were bad things to see without a parent around and the boy was a stranger.

Trixie nearly cried at this situation until she noticed her salvation. Her secret room had a window, one nearly as tall as the wall itself. It led into her back yard, and fortunately she had earlier decided to open it to let in some fresh air. It was low enough to climb out of.

I got to get out of here" She thought to herself, her emotions out of whack, as her memories became fader.

While Todd was distracted, talking to Krystal, Trixie ran to the window faster then you think a three year old girl could and climbed out.

She ran around and stopped a looked around her front yard. She began to calm down as she recognized where she was. She sighed as the spell had finally finished repressing her memories and she could think more clearly

"Where are my mommy and daddy?" She asked herself in a small voice, looking around.

She searched her memory. The last thing she remembered was her sitting in her highchair. Then she found herself in that room she never saw before.

"Wait, I do remember that room I was in." She thought in surprised, something vaguely familiar about it. "There was something familiar about it, and that boy…" Trixie suddenly grew tense. She didn't know who that boy was, only that he had something very bad. Her tiny face scowled, just thinking about him filled her with loathing, though she didn't know why.

Trxie's limited reasoning tried to decide what to do. "I need to find my mom and dad," Her whispered to herself.

The little girl was just about to go back into her house, figuring she could get some answers there, when she noticed it. A butterfly, in beautiful purple and blue hues, was floating right next to her.

Now, ten-year-old Trixie would have scoffed and gone inside, but to three-year-old Trixie the small creature was alluring.

"Pretty!" She exclaimed joyfully, her face full of childlike wonder.

The butterfly was a mystery that filled her with curiosity that would not be quenched until she could get a closer look at it. She chased after it and tried to catch it, forgetting instantly about her worries moments earlier.

Come back here!" She called out, desperately wanting to hold the butterfly in her little hands.

All around the yard she pounced after the winged insect like a cat chasing a piece of string. At the moment, it was the only thing that mattered to her. She ran towards the street, and didn't notice the large eighteen-wheeler heading driving on the road.

Sometimes, a series of seemingly inconsequential actions can end up being some of the most important you make.

That was the case with Timmy Turner on that very day. The first in a long line of choices he made without much thought was, on that lazy Saturday, deciding to go digging through his closet of magical items he had collected over the years. That's how he found the magical jetpack that Jorgen had given over a year ago at his first Fairyversary party well over a year ago. Having nothing better to do, he decided to take it for a ride

Timmy was flying through the air, the wind in his hair (strangely didn't blow his hat off) and enjoyed the thrill it gave him. "I think I'll head that direction." Timmy said to himself and flew over AJ's neighborhood, which happened to be Trixie's neighborhood as well.

He looked down and that's when he noticed a small girl running into the street, about to be hit by a very large truck.

"Oh, my!" Timmy exclaimed in shock. "That girl is about to be road kill!" At that moment he made another decision much more quickly and much more passionately, he flew down to grab her.

Trixie stopped running when she heard a sound and turn and saw the truck, she froze in fear. At that moment, Timmy grabbed her and zoomed out of the way, just as the truck sped by. The driver had been so careless that he hadn't noticed a thing.

Timmy's landing was not a graceful one. He flew too low to the ground, and as a result one of the jetpack's wings hit the ground. Because of this he went tumbling across the Tang Manor lawn. He desperately curled into a ball, trying to protect the small girl he just saved. Fortunately he came to a halt about halfway up the lawn.

Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof, having just caught up to their rowdy godchild, appeared on the grass as green, purple and pink flowers, being cautious not to get discovered but still concerned about Timmy's safety.

"You think he's alright?" Wanda asked her child and goofball husband.

"Hard to say, it happened to fast." Cosmo answered in a low voice.

Timmy uncurled himself to check over the small girl in his arms, who at this point was clutching onto his pink shirt like it was her only lifeline.

"AAah!" She bawled into his shirt, terrified by what had just transpired seconds ago.

"Hey, calm down, its okay," he assured as he lifted his arm, covered in dirt from the tumble, and gently stroked her hair. With his other hand, he brushed some rubble from his hair. "Relax, kid, I've got you." The girl, who had miraculously had not gotten dirty, probably because of Timmy's efforts to keep her safe, finally calmed a bit, her sobs growing smaller and quieter. Finally, she spoke. "Th-thank you, bigger kid," she said hoarsely but politely as she looked up at her savior with tear stained eyes.

When she did, Timmy was stunned. "What the heck?" He exclaimed in disbelieve, frowning at the girl.

Even with the drastic change to her appearance, she was still undeniably Trixie Tang. He had spent far too much time admiring what he considered to be her perfect form to be mistaken.

Now, a lot of people wrote Timmy off as an idiot, or at least one that had a below average intelligence, and his grades in school certainly seemed to reflect this. Truthfully, he had poor book smarts, but he more than compensated for it with street smarts, which were quick to work. He had heard by now that the Tangs had taken in another child. The richest family in town was popular gossip amongst the locals, especially at Dimmsdale Elementary, where the students were expected to practically worship the ground she walked on. He had also heard the conditions as to how the boy had been orphaned. Now, there was an underage Trixie on her front lawn.

It wasn't that hard to put two and two together.

"What's wrong?" Trixie asked; confused by the way her savior was looking at her.

"I think we need to meet your brother." He told her gently, getting to his feet and walked toward Tang Manor, still clutching the timid little Trixie in his arms.

"Brother?" Trixie whispered softly, clinging to Timmy. Something about that seemed so familiar.

"Hmmm," Timmy said to himself, as he held Trixie. "How shall I get in?" He asked himself, using his intelligence at its fullest. "If I go in the front, it would be awkward if I ran into Mr. Tang and had to explain this." Then he got an idea. "I'll go in the back. I'll surely find what I'm looking for"

"We could poof you there?" A voice said behind him.

Timmy turned and saw his Godparents and their child; in the form of squirrels.

"Cute rats." Trixie exclaimed happily, looking down at them.

Cosmo and Wanda glared up at her. "Just ignore her," Timmy told them, anxious to avoid trouble. "Get me inside."

Cosmo and Wanda waved their wands and they both vanished in a Poof.

Todd had desperately torn apart Trixie's closet, hoping the little girl would be found hiding among the stacks of DVDs and video games, but no such luck. Feeling antsy, he turned to Krystal, who was floating behind him. "Can't you poof her back here?" He asked desperately. "Sorry kiddo," she apologized with a shrug. "I'm not a mind reader. Unless I know where someone is, I can't just bring them here."

"Oh man, how am I supposed to explain this to Mr. Tang?" Todd asked fearfully. "I'm doomed! I'm…"

Suddenly, there was a POOF of smoke, Todd and Krystal looked up in surprised.

The smoke cleared and there stood Timmy Turner, holding Trixie in his arms.

Next to them were three fairies.

"I believe this belongs to you." Timmy replied stiffly, glaring at the boy.

Todd stared in surprise. Trixie looked at Todd and a felt of rage full her as she stared at this boy that seemed so familiar, she clung tightly to Timmy. "Keep him away from me!" She pleaded tightly.

"Now relax, Trixie," Timmy said soothingly, putting her down. "I'll take care of this. Just enjoy yourself and stay out of trouble."

Trixie looked up at Timmy and relaxed. Timmy then looked at Todd. "Mind telling me what is going on?" He asked in a demanding voice, his hands on his hips.

"Krystal, can you keep an eye on Trixie while I explain myself?" He asked his fairy godmother softly.

"Sure, Todd." She answered, and then turned her eyes on the little girl.

Todd cleared his throat, touching the side of his head awkwardly.

No one was aware at the time, but a black van had pulled up in front of Tang Manor. Inside was Denzel Crocker, surrounded by his usual amount of fairy hunting technology. This included a good deal of surveillance equipment, which he was currently using.

He had seen Timmy flying across the sky during his usual patrol and decided to follow him. He managed to arrive at Trixie's home just as his archenemy was walking toward the back. Quickly he started up some listing equipment, hoping to catch something incriminating.

After a few minutes he took off his head phones and gave a sinister grin. "Ha! This is too perfect!" He exclaimed happily. "That orphan has given me a great opportunity to prove the existence of...fairy god-parents!" he yelled, twitching with every syllable.

It took only a few minutes for introductions to be made. Krystal recognized Timmy instantly; there were few fairies that wouldn't after the things he had been involved in. Of course, when Todd was told this he knew exactly who he was. Likewise, Timmy knew where Todd had come from through gossip, so there was little to discuss about who everyone was. The real question was how Trixie got the way she was.

"I felt sorry for her," Todd explained earnestly. "I thought that if she had a better childhood, she'll be happy."

Timmy frowned as he processed this, throwing a glance at Trixie.

By now she had calmed down, and was sitting on the floor with Poof, playing gently with the two action figures she had been enjoying before her transformation. Cosmo and Wanda and Krystal were watching her.

Wanda shook her head, placing a hand on her forehead. "Well its no worse then the things Timmy wished for." she sighed unhappily.

"Hey, I've made good wishes!" the pink clad boy protested indignantly.

The pink-haired fairy folded her arms and turned to him. "Oh really?" She began critically. "Name one time you've made a big wish that didn't end in disaster or was to reverse something bad."

Timmy opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. After five seconds a smug grin came upon his godmother's face. "I'll think of something," Timmy said defensively.

"In the meantime, maybe we better focus on the problem at hand," Krystal said, gesturing to the young Trixie.

"ha, ha, ha," Trixie giggled happily and she slammed her action figure into the one that Poof was holding. Poof cooed happily.

"Maybe I should undo this wish," Todd said, somewhat timidly. "I mean, it only took a few minutes for trouble to start."

"Well, that's kind of a problem," Krystal said. "You wished specifically that Trixie stay that age for twenty four hours. Now that the wish has been made, it has to happen."

"Oh great," Timmy muttered, rolling his eyes. "Is every fairy in Fairy World this literal?"

"Not me!" Cosmo chirped happily. "I can't even remember the last time I read anything!"

"Literal, not literate," Wanda groaned, rubbing her temples to try and soothe her oncoming headache.

"Relax, this'll be easy," Timmy said confidently, gesturing everyone to calm down. "I mean, as long as we keep Trixie in here, what could possibly go wrong?"

Right as he said that, something unusual happened. Something flew in from the window and, before anyone could get a good look at it, began expelling out a dark colored smoke.

"Look out!" Wanda screamed, as almost immediately paternal instincts took over all three godparents present. Wanda dived for Poof, ready to fight to the death for her child, while Cosmo and Krystal rushed to protect their respected godchildren.

Unfortunately, Trixie had no such protection. This turned out to be extremely inconvenient because she was the target of the next thing to crash through the window.

It was a net, one attached to a line, one that wrapped itself around Trixie and began pulling her out of the room. "Help!!!" The small girl cried helplessly as she was pulled through the window.

It took a few more seconds for the fairies' panic to die down enough for them to come to an easy solution, to simply poof everyone outside. Three glowing wands later the small group was out on the front lawn, coughing up smoke.

As Timmy expelled the last of the foreign substance from his lungs, he looked up in time to see Crocker enter his van with a squirming net in tow.

"Oh no," Timmy exclaimed in horror. "It's Crocker!"

"And he's got my sister!" Todd added, worried for his sister's safety.

As the van spun off, the group watched in horror. After a moment of stunned silence, Cosmo turned to Timmy. "You know, you really need to quit saying that."