A/N: OMG, someone is actually reading this! OMG.
To clarify, TOS means The Other Saga. And you don't need to have read all the way through, just the first couple parts.
To rukkus—this is for you. XD And there's plenty more where this came from, even though this is my only fic without reviews…
Also, one last thing unrelated to the story: RIP, space princess.
Chapter Two: Sound the Bells
"Why don't we start with how this began?" the other Wanda said. Timmy sat on the couch with his Wanda on his lap. She was still breathing, but her eyes were dimmed somehow, and her movements sluggish. Timmy noticed that the other Wanda avoided looking at her counterpart whenever possible. Cosmo was in equal parts fascinated and disturbed.
"I don't know how it began," Timmy protested. "Cosmo and Wanda, I mean…man, this is weird."
"Just take it easy," Wanda advised. "Take a few deep breaths. You're safe here."
"Yeah, we locked Vicky up in the basement again," Cosmo said. Timmy wasn't going to touch that sentence with a ten-foot pole. Instead, he focused on the alternate version of his godmother, whose expression was kindly and whose concern shone brightly. His lower lip trembled. All the stress from the past two months suddenly felt too much to bear and he clutched his Wanda in a vain attempt to stem the flow.
"My…my parents were arguing," he said, looking at Wanda without seeing her. "They wouldn't stop. Every time I came home, they were screaming about something. Then there were you guys. Cosmo would say something stupid, you'd get upset, and then you'd end up arguing too. And I wasn't supposed to know what was happening, except I heard you crying when you thought I was fast asleep.
"So I tried to get you alone to ask you what the heck was going on and you told me you'd only be gone for a little while," he said. He was now staring at a point above Wanda's head. He trembled and in his lap, Wanda's cold hand rested upon his. He wished he could derive comfort from it, but the frigidity only reminded him that his Wanda had no soul.
"Then you disappeared for two months. No one knew where you were. Jorgen couldn't even find you. I wished Cosmo and I would go to Fairy World 'cuz I thought maybe I could track you down or figure out where to start. But when we got there, everyone was freaking out. The sun had turned into this giant black ball, the rainbows were all broken and grey, and fairies were evacuating.
"We went to Mama Cosma's house 'cuz I was out of ideas and Mama Cosma took Cosmo and disappeared. Then you—Wanda—showed up and this creepy guy named Lorenzo— "he stopped, for the older Timmy and Tootie shared ominous looks and across from him, the other Wanda swallowed hard. Cosmo's eyes narrowed. Of all of them, only Poof looked unaffected.
"He said that he couldn't physically hurt you, but that he'd removed your soul," he said. "And that the timeline was doomed or collapsing or something like that. Wanda, she, you, man, this is weird, poofed us out of there and we ended up in this weird null world where everything was grey, before we ended up here. And that's what happened."
Dead silence greeted his words. The low buzz returned and Timmy glanced down at Wanda in his arms. She looked up at him and he swallowed past a lump in his throat.
"How long can fairies live without a soul?" he murmured.
"Well…" Wanda hesitated and it took Timmy a second to recall that it was the alternate Wanda speaking, not his. The leaden feeling settled in his stomach and though he clutched his Wanda tighter, he felt colder.
"Strictly speaking, fairies can live without their souls," she said and hesitated, on the verge of delivering bad news. Timmy wasn't sure his temper could handle it. He'd spent two months wondering where his godmother had gone, fretting over it, and watching Cosmo turn into a ghost of himself without her. He didn't even know where his godfather had disappeared to. Where had all the fairies gone to when they'd been evacuating? And what was that supposed to mean, that the timeline was collapsing?
"Just not for very long," Cosmo added.
"How long?" Timmy snarled. His older self and Tootie appeared to be conferring silently. He suppressed a scream. "Give me a straight answer! I wish you'd tell!"
"See how annoying it is when you do that?" Tootie asked aloud and older Timmy shot her a dirty look.
"At most, three months," Wanda answered after the silence stretched interminably. "That's in the best case scenario. But you don't know how long she's been missing her soul. It could have happened right after she left you."
"A month isn't too bad," he said, trying to convince himself more than her. "I mean a month is a long time. I could totally get her soul back in a month."
Wanda's eyes narrowed. "If you knew where to look. If you knew why the timeline was collapsing. If her soul is even accessible. If her soul is within your doomed timeline, you can't return there. It's uninhabitable. If it isn't, then it could be in any timeline, anywhere."
"How many timelines are there?" he huffed, his spirits sinking. He didn't like where this conversation was headed.
"More than you can count, sport," Wanda told him quietly. "You'd need to have an inkling of where to start."
"I don't get it," he huffed. "Why would Wanda poof me here if you can't help me?"
"I don't know. That's a question you'd have to ask her once you find her again," she remarked.
He stifled a groan. This was ridiculous. He'd come this far, found Wanda, only to be told that there was no way to bring her back. What was he supposed to do? And where was he supposed to go? If the timeline was doomed and therefore uninhabitable, where was he supposed to live? What had happened to his Cosmo?
"So you can't help me and I'm trapped here. Is that about the size of it?" he asked.
"It could be worse," Cosmo opined. "You could be stuck in a dead universe."
Wanda frowned. "Until you figure out how Wanda lost her soul and how to undo the last two months, that's still a death sentence."
Great. He had a month to locate Wanda in any number of diverse universes, figure out how to undo what had happened, and discover where Mama Cosma had abducted Cosmo. Were there any more impossible tasks they wanted to put on his shoulders? Or was this enough?
Poof drifted over to him and Timmy stared at him. Was this another one of the things he'd missed by Wanda's soul being taken? He scowled at the fairy infant and jerked his gaze back to Wanda, who was fidgeting with her wand. He found it easier to look at her than his own Wanda, whose expression was blank and whose chest barely rose and fell. Looking at his godmother made his heart clench painfully.
"I just thought of something…and you're not going to like it."
"Is it worse than what you've already told me?" he snapped.
"Well…yes…"
"Spit it out, then," he said, suppressing a groan. He noticed that the alternate Timmy and Tootie had left the room, taking with them the two fairies he hadn't recognized and their child. Timmy was alone with Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof. He didn't exactly mourn the alternate Timmy and Tootie's disappearance, but he was apprehensive of whatever else Wanda had to tell him.
"I…I had three months to locate Cosmo's soul because that was the deal Escholax struck with me," she murmured. "But anyone could have your Wanda's soul, sport. And it could be any timeframe."
"So I could have until eternity?" he said.
"Or until tomorrow!" Cosmo piped up and Timmy groaned, burying his face in his hands.
"Great. Do you have any good news?" he grumbled.
"You're not dead!" Cosmo piped up and Timmy groaned again. Why had he even bothered to ask? Wanda laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and squeezed. He knew it was her, by the faint pink fairy dust that landed on his neck. His throat tightened.
"Anything we can do to help, we can," she said. "But you can't wish back a soul."
"And even if you could, you're not our godson," Cosmo reminded him.
Timmy was tempted to flip Cosmo off. Did he have anything useful to say? Anything whatsoever? Wanda cleared her throat and when Timmy glanced up, he saw her glowering at her husband. The sight made Timmy feel minutely better.
"Anything we can do, short of wishing for it, we'll do," she corrected. "You must've been through a lot in the past few months and we're here for you."
Timmy was surprised by how much impact those words had. His throat tightened further and he startled himself by uttering a hoarse sob. In his lap, his Wanda squeezed his hand. It reminded him of everything that had happened, from his parents arguing to his godparents fighting to losing Wanda and then Cosmo, and being thrust in this strange universe where Vicky lived with his godparents and nothing was right. He burst into tears.
"Oh, Timmy…" Wanda said softly, stroking his hair. "It's okay. We're here."
"Even if you're technically sharing us for the moment!" Cosmo added and Wanda cleared her throat.
"Sweetie, I love you, but please shut up."
"Sport…" his Wanda whispered, in that strange monotone voice that sent chills down his spine.
"Don't cry."
Yeah, that wasn't helping. Timmy sobbed harder, clutching her tightly, and Cosmo and Wanda hugged him. It took him several minutes to calm down; this was the type of sob where as soon as one fit calmed down, another took its place. He was blinded by tears, terror of the unknown and of losing his godparents, and apprehension of what was to come.
Wanda stroked his hair and whispered comfort until he stopped sobbing. The tears still fell, but they were softer now, no longer the choking weeping that threatened to suffocate him. His midsection was cold from cradling his Wanda, but he was loath to release her. She was all he had left, fairy shell that she was.
"Sssh, sweetie, it'll be okay," Wanda whispered.
"You don't know that!" he protested, voice hoarse from crying.
"We don't know anything!" Cosmo said and, despite Wanda's dirty look, Timmy laughed. It was just so familiar that, regardless of how insipid it was, he felt comforted hearing Cosmo's stupidity. He relaxed in Wanda's arms; she wasn't letting go of him any time soon, which he appreciated.
"It's probably been a long day for you," Wanda continued and glanced out the window. Timmy suddenly realized it was nighttime there. It'd been daytime when he'd left his house and gone to Fairy World.
"Not really," he responded. "It's still, like, three p.m."
Wanda pulled back and covered her mouth to conceal a yawn. "It's nearly eleven p.m. here, sport. We can stay up with you, if you want."
"I think I'll be okay," he said, without knowing for certain. He wiped the tears from his eyes and forced a weak smile. "You guys go to bed."
"If you're sure— "Cosmo said and poofed off without another word. Timmy groaned. Wanda sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Just call us if you need us," she told him and gave one final hug. "You can always watch TV until you get tired. Or we can put you to sleep and set you on the same schedule as we are."
Timmy hesitated. The last time he'd slept, he'd had nightmares that his parents had found out about his godparents and both sets of parents were divorcing, forcing him to choose between Wanda and his mother or Cosmo and his father. And he kept saying that he didn't know where Wanda was, so how could he choose, but Cosmo wouldn't listen. He swallowed a lump in his throat.
"We'll prevent nightmares too," Wanda promised and he nodded.
"Then I wish for that," he said, forgetting that she couldn't grant his wishes. He wasn't, after all, her godchild. The thought brought tears to his eyes again and she swooped down to kiss him on the forehead. Why was it only when he was around Cosmo and Wanda did he feel loved?
"Sleep well, sweet dreams, sweetie," Wanda whispered and his eyelids grew heavy. He slid into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
At first, he wasn't certain what had awoken him. Fairy dust tickled his nose, but as he had grown accustomed to this, his nose wrinkled and he remained semi-asleep. Then someone shook him, jolting him awake, and he cursed, trying to pull away. The figure continued shaking him and Timmy blinked his eyes open.
"What the hell is so important?" he demanded. The light in the living room where he'd fallen asleep on the couch was dim and the dresser drawer lamp went on. Cosmo was floating in front of him, but Timmy couldn't tell if it was his Cosmo or the one from this universe. He was agitated, floating back and forth in a circle. His wand shot out stray sparks and he gulped, hugging himself.
"Cosmo!" Timmy demanded. It'd been the first relaxing sleep he'd had in weeks and he was vexed Cosmo had interrupted it for this, whatever "this" was.
"Timmy, you're awake!" he exclaimed, latching onto him. "Thank goodness! I can't get Wanda to wake up!"
"Which Cosmo are you?" Timmy said, frowning. "Are you the one that lives here or mine?"
Cosmo looked up at him and his brow furrowed. "There's more than one of me?"
"Couldn't be the Cosmo with brains, could it," he muttered. Louder, he said, "You tried to wake Wanda?"
"I can't Feel her in the Bond. I couldn't Feel her very well before she vanished, then I couldn't Feel her at all, and now it's like she's not even alive," he wailed. This was meaningless to Timmy. He knew nothing about the Bond or why the word "feel" should be capitalized. The way Cosmo emphasized it implied that it was.
"Let's see. The Cosmo I met earlier wasn't this freaked out," he mused. "So are you my Cosmo or not?"
"You met another Cosmo?" he asked, completely derailed now. "Was he handsome? Ooh, ooh, was he smart?"
"That's Anti-Cosmo, and no, he wasn't," he said. "Focus, Cosmo. Where's your mom?"
"Mama Cosma?" Cosmo asked. "I ditched her a little while ago. I told her I was going to get the milk again and then I went to find you."
Timmy sighed. "How did you find me?"
"All fairies have a tracker on their god-kids," he said. "At least, they did after you made that terrible wish that everyone looked the same and everyone on Earth couldn't find their kids, so they had magic backup."
That made sense. Cosmo swooped down and clutched Wanda to him. Wanda's gaze slid to her husband, but there was no awareness there. Timmy's stomach heaved. He thought he might be sick. It was bad enough that he'd known about this before, but seeing it again was heartrending.
"Some guy named Lorenzo said she lost her soul," Timmy murmured, as though saying it softly might somehow weaken the blow. Cosmo froze, holding Wanda out at arm's' length. His gaze was riveted to her, but his lower lip quivered.
"The Wanda here said that she could've been without it for two months," he said. "That's why no one could find her."
She hadn't said that, per se, but it was suggested by what she had told him. To his consternation, Cosmo remained silent. The longer his godfather stayed quiet, the more Timmy worried. It wasn't like Cosmo to be quiet for very long, especially after a rude surprise.
"Cosmo? Hello, Earth to Cosmo."
"This is my fault," the fairy said, so quietly Timmy had to strain to hear him despite being less than six inches away. "I pushed her away with my stupid comments and lewd remarks and mistreatment. I drove her to lose her soul."
"Why did you make all those stupid cracks, anyway?" he asked, more curious than interested.
"There was a Mama Cosma bust in our storage room and every time I made a nasty crack it made me feel better and— "
"Never mind," he said. "It doesn't matter now."
"She doesn't recognize me," Cosmo protested. "Wanda! Wanda, say something!"
"Cosmo, you idiot," Wanda said in the same monotone she'd been using before.
"Dude, just don't ask her to talk," Timmy said. "It's creepy."
"Do you still love me?" Cosmo persisted. He shook Wanda gently. "Baby?"
Wanda said nothing. Timmy wasn't sure whether Wanda's previous comment was a response to Cosmo or just a knee-jerk reaction. Wanda closed her eyes and went still in Cosmo's arms. Only the faint rise and fall of her chest let them know she was still alive. Cosmo tried, with more success than Timmy, to locate a heartbeat and when his finger rested upon her throat, he winced.
"She doesn't have a heartbeat…" he said quietly.
"But she's still breathing," Timmy pointed out.
"Yeah, but…she doesn't have a heartbeat…" he said and tears slipped down his cheeks. He latched onto Timmy again and wailed, pressing his face into Timmy's neck. "I killed her! I killed Wanda!"
Timmy didn't know what to say. He patted Cosmo awkwardly on the back below his wings. He'd been warned earlier that the wings were very sensitive and therefore, inadvisable to touch without permission. (And by "warned", he meant scolded in no uncertain terms). Maybe if he patted him hard enough, Cosmo would stop crying.
Timmy sucked at comforting people. Wanda was good at that, not him. Wanda…had Cosmo inadvertently led to Wanda's condition? She wasn't dead, but you couldn't say she was alive, either. She was more like in stasis, like how someone would be in a bacta tank in Star Wars.
He half expected Wanda to say "you didn't kill me", but she wasn't talking anymore. He doubted she'd speak again. A hard ball landed in his stomach and his lower lip quivered. His home was gone, he was in a strange place, and his godfather was a wreck. The only person with any sense was lost to them and Timmy didn't see how he was going to fix this without her.
"Dude, we are so screwed," he whispered.
The clock on the satellite box read 3:40 a.m. He'd only slept a few hours. He was in no way awake enough to handle this mess.
He could bring the other Wanda here and ask for her to put himself and Cosmo to bed again. It wouldn't solve the problem permanently, but it would at least stave it off for about five hours. Maybe armed with some more sleep, he'd be in better control of the situation. He didn't think so, but sleep sounded preferable to the alternative.
Unfortunately, bringing the other Wanda here would only cement Cosmo's belief that he'd destroyed his wife. Still…Timmy was tired now and Cosmo's wails were grating on what was left of his patience. He felt bad too, but he wasn't here making matters worse by crying about it.
"Wanda?" Timmy called.
"She won't answer you, remember?"
Cosmo gasped. There was a short delay and then the alternate Wanda appeared, clad in a racy nightgown that Timmy had never seen before. His eyes lingered inappropriately and Wanda cleared her throat. Color flooded his cheeks.
"I heard what's happening, sport," she said. She glanced at her counterpart and then back at Timmy. Her gaze, Timmy noted, avoided Cosmo. Cosmo flew up to latch onto her and she repelled him with a magical force field. Befuddled, Cosmo tried again only to rebound.
"I don't know what you did to start this, but you did something," Wanda said in a warning tone.
"And on behalf of myself, I'm not inclined to forgive you until you make things up with her. Don't try acting sweet with me, hun. It's not going to work."
Cosmo looked more confused than ever and Timmy groaned.
"Can we just go back to sleep?" he asked, facepalming.
"Can do, sport," she answered. "See you in the morning."
"Wish I didn't have to wake up at all," he muttered and Wanda sighed.
"Be careful who you say that to around here," she advised. Timmy's eyelids grew heavy again and his sight dimmed before disappearing entirely. He slumped over, Cosmo back in his arms, and Wanda curled up near them. Even surrounded by his godparents, he felt horribly alone.
They weren't going to find her soul. Mama Cosma had hidden it away in a place Cosmo and Timmy would never think to look and even if they did, what was the chance they'd locate it in a myriad of other universes? Or that they'd pick up the pieces and link them all together? Mama Cosma hadn't just ripped Wanda's soul away-she'd fractured it into five pieces. Unfortunately, the last piece, the sixth, resided within Cosmo. It was what prevented Wanda from perishing. If Mama Cosma could just extricate that, then they'd have no problems. Yet to do so would be to invite Cosmo's death too, because his fate and his wife's were linked.
She would have thought that her bust had ensured Cosmo and Wanda divorced. Wanda stayed true, no matter how much abuse Cosmo threw her way. Anyone with any sense would have left him, especially with an attractive alternative like Juandissimo waiting in the wings. But, no, it was almost like Wanda was a masochist. She stayed and took it, sinking into a depression but not fleeing from the source of it.
And when she'd finally capitulated, when she'd finally realized she needed time and distance from her husband, Mama Cosma had been waiting to tear her soul asunder. It'd been relatively easy to tweak Wanda's wand and prevent her from reaching Big Daddy. Moreover, Wanda had been in no condition to fend Mama Cosma off.
She wanted to boast about her achievements, but Big Daddy was on the prowl. He was enraged someone had erased Wanda's presence and now, even further infuriated by the timeline's collapse. All in all, she probably shouldn't have gone into hiding with him. It was just that he was so sexy when he was livid. Perhaps she had a penchant for masochism too.
This timeline had Cosmo and Wanda together, which was irritating enough, but it also featured a small blonde girl who was so full of cheer Mama Cosma alternatively was charmed and wanted to strangle her. It was like the girl's charisma was almost impossible to resist, but when Mama Cosma resisted it, she resented the girl's power over her. She wasn't even actively trying to charm her. It was just that Chloe Carmichael represented light and goodness in a way only matched by Cosmo and Wanda and it drove her insane.
She was more selfless than Timmy Turner, more compassionate, and more perceptive. She was also a trifle unhinged, which Mama Cosma thought she could work with. If she were permitted to interfere, which she wasn't. Jorgen was already on alert after the timeline's collapse. He knew that it could be restored, but he'd forbidden interference in this universe. As far as he was concerned, the faeries who had fled here were to remain in hiding until further notice, a.k.a. until tiny Timmy Turner fixed things. Mama Cosma was the only one who knew he couldn't. He'd never pick up the pieces. And Cosmo, much as she adored him, wasn't smart enough. Big Daddy didn't know his daughter well enough and she doubted Blonda could do anything either.
No, Mama Cosma's secret was safe. At least, it was until Big Daddy found out it was her and roasted her alive. If he ever discovered the extent of her cruelty...he might kill her. It thrilled her to think he might become murderous. After all this time, she needed a little excitement in her life. So sue her.
Big Daddy might be able to track Cosmo down. Cosmo and Timmy. As long as Cosmo had a piece of Wanda's soul, Big Daddy could find him. Unfortunately, he couldn't find Wanda at all. The only aspect of her he could locate was what resided within her husband. It infuriated and worried him. Surely Wanda ought to be easier to find. Surely whatever had befallen her wasn't permanent.
He located Timmy and Cosmo in an alternate universe distant from his hideout. Timmy was staring blankly at some eggs while Wanda cajoled him to eat. Big Daddy appeared just as an older version of Timmy stormed out, casting Timmy a dirty look. That half faerie girl, who didn't possess magic in this world, pursued him.
"Starving yourself won't help," Wanda advised and stroked Timmy's hair. "C'mon, sport, just a nibble."
"How can you be so calm?" he demanded.
"How can you be?" Big Daddy stormed and Wanda jumped about a foot in the air. To Big Daddy's disgust, there were two Cosmos in the kitchen, one of whom was shoveling food into his mouth nonstop and the other who was staring at a vacant looking faerie sitting opposite him. Big Daddy's rage abated for a split second as it dawned on him who that was.
"Hey, Big Daddy!" One of the Cosmos called and jumped onto him. "Long time no see!"
"Cosmo, get off of him," Wanda said and forced a smile. "Daddy, what a pleasant surprise."
"You," Big Daddy growled, flinging Cosmo off his back and whirling on the human child. He grabbed Timmy by his collar and snarled. "You have one minute to tell me what's going on before I make you disappear like the timeline."
"Wanda went missing-" Timmy started and Big Daddy backhanded him.
"Don't hit him!" Wanda snapped, but he noticed she didn't thrust herself between them. He'd raised a smart girl. Or, perhaps, just a daughter who was afraid of his wrath. Either way, he wasn't objecting. No, he hadn't hit Timmy in the past, but that was because he'd been fearful of Jorgen's animosity. Now, however, Jorgen had worse problems. He wasn't going to quibble over Big Daddy manhandling a child, especially a child whose misfortune had destroyed their universe.
"Tell me something I don't know," Big Daddy warned. "Or that'll be the least of your problems."
"Big Daddy, please," Wanda begged. "He's distraught. He's far from home and his godmother's lost her soul."
Big Daddy paused again. He lowered Timmy and eyed Wanda. "You're not my daughter."
"In a manner of speaking, she is," Cosmo piped up. At least, the Cosmo that wasn't staring dully ahead of him at Wanda. Then, if she wasn't his daughter...that left the Wanda doll immobile and looking propped up at the end of the table. Big Daddy's heart clenched and he hissed, shaking Timmy roughly.
"I don't know how," he growled. "But this is your fault, kid. And I'm going to get to the bottom of this!"
"A human child couldn't possibly have done this," Wanda argued. "Stop shaking him, please. Big Daddy, listen to me."
"So you're telling me," he said, ignoring the other Wanda, "that this hollow faerie shell, this Wanda look-alike, the one who can barely breathe on her own, is my daughter?"
He inhaled shakily and then exhaled again. Then he backhanded Timmy so hard that the child probably saw stars. At this, Cosmo, the one who'd been sitting at the table, jumped up.
"Leave Timmy alone!" Cosmo cried.
"Daddy, stop, you're going to hurt him," Wanda protested. "Please. Please stop."
Big Daddy flung Timmy back into the chair and looked around him. He was trying very hard to curb his temper. The next available target should be able to take a beating. He grabbed Cosmo by the throat and shook him until his head rattled. Then he squeezed tighter until the fairy turned blue from oxygen deprivation.
"You're married to her," he snapped. "You let this happen. You let her lose her soul."
"Enough!" Wanda said and it startled Big Daddy enough that he loosened his grip on Cosmo. Was his girl sassing him? Okay, technically, this wasn't his Wanda, but that she had the gall to do this shocked him. His Wanda would never have stood up to him.
"I doubt," Wanda continued, voice quavering, "that Cosmo 'let' her lose her soul. I don't know the full story, but I don't think this is his fault. And it's definitely not Timmy's. Someone else was at work here."
"Like who?" Big Daddy snarled.
"That's what we'd like to find out," Wanda said. Big Daddy released a shaky breath and dropped Cosmo back in his seat. The younger fairy massaged his throat and gasped, trying to draw air back into his lungs. He was pleased to see that the alternate Cosmo had vanished for the time being. Two Cosmos was enough to give him a sizeable headache.
"Do you have any ideas?" he snarled at Cosmo. Cosmo shook his head, but then again, he might not be able to speak thanks to how tight a hold Big Daddy had had on his throat.
"In our universe, it was Remy who stole Cosmo's soul," she said and Big Daddy snorted. Wanda chose to ignore that. "But it was because he'd lost his mind after Juandissimo died at Cosmo's hands. Does anyone in your universe have that big a grudge against me?"
Big Daddy frowned. There was Mama Cosma, but she'd never do anything so heinous. He eyed Timmy. He still wasn't convinced that Timmy hadn't had something to do with her, even inadvertently. The kid made a lot of enemies. Timmy glowered back, although he noticed with a smirk that when Big Daddy moved his hand a certain way, the kid flinched. Good.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you two," he decided after another moment of silence. "So don't you dare disappear on me."
"Right, like we have anywhere to go," Timmy said sarcastically.
"I'm warning you," Big Daddy snarled back. "Capiche?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got it," Timmy snapped.
Big Daddy didn't like Timmy's attitude. He was going to ask Jorgen if Timmy had made any unusual requests in the last few months that might have led to Wanda losing her soul. And if he had, there was no force in Fairy World or Earth that would prevent him from giving the kid exactly what he deserved. Even children were not immune to Big Daddy's wrath.