The Twisted Days of Winx Lives:

What happened During the Fourth Season

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The Replacement Bloom

There was a little bit of trouble on the set as Layla, Stella, Musa, Tecna and Flora had all seen their friend leave the show to find her birth parents. The chill of terror ran in the back of their necks as they walked towards the stage manager waiting for them to start shooting the first episode. He had a black and white baseball cap on backwards and a clipboard in his hand, a finger was pointed at each of the girls as he counted silently to himself.

"Now, now! Wait! There's five of 'em, where's Bloom?" the stage manager remarked as the Winx girls came up to the set.

"Bloom's not coming," Layla said sadly.

"What? Does she want a bigger trailer, again?" the manager shouted. "I told her, that was the biggest size that we can afford."

"It's not that, Terry," Layla replied. "She quit."

"Bloom quit?" there was a look of overwhelming stress on the manager's face. "Oh...shit! Straffi's going to go nuts! We'll have to cancel the shoot..and the season!"

"Hold on, this isn't the Bloom Power-Half hour!" Stella quoted her friend sipping her iced cappuccino wearing a tanned mink coat and movie star sunglasses. "I can replace Bloom's role. As second in command it's only right for me to take my role as leader of the Winx Club."

"So you think you're second rate to Bloom?" Layla quipped folding her arms. Stella gave a snort as she turned on her heels.

"She may be the star, but I'm way more prettier than her," Stella snarled as she went to the craft service table to grab an orange out of one of the outrageously expensive fruit bowl.

"Sorry Stella, you have an important role this season near the tenth episode," the manager replied consulting the script. "Brandon's going to propose after you save him from a sea monster."

"Great, spoiling the plot," Stella scoffed, she fumbled through her Gucci purse and flashed a cell phone. "I'm calling my agent! I refuse to give up my dream of being the star!"

"Stella, you're one of the most popular ones of all of us," Flora remarked. "It says so in all of the polls online!"

"Really? Call you back Irving," she muttered in her phone and snapped it shut.

"Suck up." Musa whispered into Flora's ear and Flora blushed furiously.

"I didn't want her to be mad," Flora replied quietly.

"That's it, what do we do now?" the stage manager said as he raised the megaphone to his lips. "We're not shooting.."

"Excuse me, but might I suggest that I take over for Bloom," Tecna interrupted softly as she put a hand over the megaphone. "I could bring a bit of educational content and sophistication to this show!"

The stage manager tapped the small grey goatee on his chin as he thought about this critically.

"Ok Tecna, you're Bloom's replacement," he said after immense deliberate thinking.

"WHAT?" the other girls said in unison as Tecna started to jump up and down giddily.

"Alright everyone, places for the first take," he told the girls as everyone started to shuffle around. "Tecna I have to send you to makeup and wardrobe, we'll have new threads for you there.."

Yippee, Tecna thought to herself as she went to hair and makeup. I'm going to be a star! Finally my big break.

Three hours into the shoot

"Here we are Bloom, the core of Coralakus where the ancient city's treasure was buried," Skye recited in travelling gear with one arm around what seemed to be Tecna in a very beat up bright orange wig and tight pants.

"Oh no Skye, look at that..the big Coralakus monster.." Tecna stated in a very bored tone, as she reached to scratch her wig. Tecna turned in his arms and looked up with a dull look on her face. "Hold me Skye..."

"CUT!" the director shouted, Tecna began scratching her head with a menace. "Tecna! Put more emotion into your voice, and stop scratching that wig!"

"I'm sorry Straffi, but it itches too much!" Tecna complained taking off the awful wig and started stomping her feet. "I can't believe you want me to wear a wig and act Bloom's role rather than making me the focal point of this series!"

"Tecna, you were chosen since you're hair is shorter than everyone else's," Straffi said, "besides, you don't have many lines this year. We could always say you transferred to a different school.."

"Yooou! Ooof! I had enough!" she snapped flipping Straffi the bird and left the bright orange wig on the stage. "I'll show you..I'm not an emotionless stiff know-it-all! I can be emotional! See...I'm ANGRY!"

"Tecna you're not as relatable to the audience that we're shooting for," Straffi said. "Girls who like makeup and boys. You're just a side character."

"I can be the star! I will show you..." Tecna swore and turned on her heel and left the set.

At Red Fountain

Tecna was sobbing at the end of Timmy's bed a box of Kleenex sat at over her head as she crumpled the tissues into a ball and flung them on the floor away from where she sat. "...And then he said I'd be transferred to a new school! I don't want to be transferred to a new school in the series Timmy!"

"You don't have to be," Timmy assured her. "I can write another letter. Like last time, I'm getting better at writing letters.."

"No Timmy, I'm not going to make you black mail Straffi again. I'm glad that you did in season three I didn't want to be killed off on Tides," Tecna smiled, she remembered that letter that Timmy had sent to Straffi after Tecna got her enchantix. Tecna did overheard that he was going to kill her off for good if Timmy hadn't swore death threats to Straffi if Tecna was killed off. "I'm going to have to get in touch with my innermost emotions for Straffi to let me take over the series..and I know just the person to call."

She flung the tissue box into the garbage and grabbed her cell phone. "Hello...Dr Philos?"

The next day, after the Dr Philos Show

"Oh thank you Dr Philos, I know just what to do now," Tecna said to the balding Texiasasn television psycologist. "I don't know why all the teenagers say they hate you so much...I rather think you helped me a lot."

"Glad I could help Tecna," Dr Philos replied.

"Oh and Dr Philos," Tecna muttered, "Was any of that filmed? I just hate to reveal my utmost inner problems with the world on television..."

"Errr...no, not at all," Dr Philos fibbed as he tried to get Tecna to turn away from a camera. "That studio audience over there was for...uh another show."

"That's good, I don't want my private life going public," she smiled. Dr Philos smiled awkwardly and waved to her goodbye.

"Great show Dr Philos," one of the roadies remarked. "That geek wouldn't shut up!"

"Shut up." Dr Philos snapped and then went for a few beers with a few leprechauns...including Wizgiz.