Author's Note: Another piece promoting Mister Blue's story, Raven Angel. He has decided he's going to write the fairy family side of things, but I'll keep posting these one-shots and probably writing them too, whenever the mood strikes me.

Read Raven Angel. Read it now, if you haven't already. He said he'd work on the second chapter once I finished A Boy and His Poof, which is now done, so…:P Bug him about it.

Fairy Family Day Out

Timmy stretched and his stomach clenched. Cosmo and Wanda had burned the original bed, but being in his room still gave him the creeps. They'd had to rearrange all the furniture for him to stay in it without freaking out, and even then, he couldn't stop shaking. He spent most of his time in the garage now, talking to his faeries, and wishing Jorgen hadn't erected some sort of weird rule against erasing that night. His skin crawled.

"Let's get ice cream!" Poof said. He was very bouncy today and insisted on jumping on all the junk Mr. Turner hadn't been able to throw out. He hit a box of records and kept going. Wanda had given up stopping him. Instead, she watched him with absent minded affection.

"Ooh, ooh, we could get pudding too!" Cosmo said and joined his son. Soon there were two faerie balls bouncing around the room with Cosmo and Poof topped heads. Timmy wanted to smile. He did. He wanted to be happy like they were. Instead, he turned to Wanda.

"I'm not really hungry," he said.

"You have to eat," she said. "I know you're still upset over what happened, sweetie, but you can't punish yourself."

"You weren't there," he said. "You don't know."

Wanda hung her head. "I know...we're so sorry. You have no idea, hun."

That wasn't what he meant. It hadn't occurred to him his godparents felt guilty about not being there. He didn't blame them. He ought to, since they could have prevented it, but his godparents never really got to kick back and have fun. If anyone, he blamed his parents for allowing Vicky to stay there for years and not seeing the signs.

"You sure you don't want ice cream, Timmy?" Poof said and bounced into Timmy's stomach. "Mama likes chocolate best!"

"Wanda would eat chocolate covered anything," Cosmo said. He grinned and winked at Timmy. "Even chocolate covered me."

"Cosmo!" Wanda reprimanded. Ever since Timmy had gotten older, Cosmo had slipped more innuendos into his speech. Timmy hadn't realized just how many his godfather knew.

"Why would Mama eat Daddy?" Poof said, confused. Wanda smacked Cosmo with a record to keep him from answering. Timmy wished Cosmo wouldn't talk that way either, for an entirely different reason. Thinking about sex turned his stomach. The ordinary teenage male hormones were being subverted by Vicky's rape and he felt guilty for thinking about anything regarding it. That started a vicious cycle and, all in all, he was grateful for Poof. Cosmo had to tone it down for his son.

"Never mind, Poof," Wanda said and kissed him on the forehead. Pink and green hair was mixing with the purple and turning Poof into a rainbow child. Timmy's lips twitched.

"Daddy's weird," Poof decided.

"Born that way!" Cosmo said. He bounced into the ceiling. "Right, Wanda?"

"I wasn't there when you were born," she said.

"Sure you were," he said. "You've been there my entire life."

"Cosmo, we met in the Fairy Academy when you were fourteen," she said.

"You were robbing the cradle," he teased.

"I'm two years older than you!" she said.

"Wow," Timmy said. "The way you used to go on about it, I thought it was like a hundred."

"Nah, she only acts like it's a hundred," Cosmo replied and Wanda slammed a trash can lid on his head. He shook it off and grinned. "Did I mention you only look a hundred?"

"Aw..." she said. "Nice try."

"A hundred is old," Poof said. "Mama, how old are you?"

Cosmo laughed and Wanda held up the trash can lid again. He stopped laughing.

"You should never ask a faerie her age," Wanda said. "It's impolite."

"Oh," Poof said. "Sorry, Mama."

Poof bounced into the ceiling, off Timmy's head, and giggled insanely. Timmy watched him.

"C'mon, Timmy, let's go do something. You have the whole day off from school and we all know you're not gonna do your homework until the last minute," Cosmo said. "Let's go to the amusement park."

"Ooh, that sounds like fun!" Poof said. "Can we get ice cream?"

"We can get fried ice cream!" Cosmo said.

"It might be fun, sport," Wanda said.

"Or are you completely anti fun now?" Cosmo teased. He conjured up a pixie outfit for him complete with the cone and the suit. "Oh, no, the boredom's got Timmy! Quick, Wanda, Poof, let's make him fun again! Spray him with happy right now!"

"Hah, hah, Cosmo," Timmy said sarcastically. Poof raised a water hose and blasted Timmy with rainbow colors. Wanda sent it away and restored Timmy's old outfit, which consisted of blue jeans and a baggy letter shirt. Originally, he'd been on a sports team, but it'd gone south. Timmy wasn't much for social activities now, especially involving girls.

"You might enjoy yourself," Wanda said.

"You try too hard," he said.

"We love you," she said. "We want you to be happy."

"And if you can't be that, at least stop hanging out in your parents' garage like a thirty year old loser," Cosmo said. Wanda conjured up Poof's rainbow hose and blasted Cosmo. He grinned and blasted her with one of his own. Grinning, she started a war with him and Poof joined in. Timmy watched them. He'd done a lot of that lately. His faeries stopped after they'd painted most of the garage, themselves, and Timmy. Timmy wasn't smiling. He was staring.

"Big brother, you scare me," Poof said.

"Aw, sweetie," Wanda said and hugged him. He flinched, not expecting the touch. Sudden touching made him uncomfortable now and she withdrew. "We can do whatever you want. But please, try to relax and enjoy yourself. We only want to see you smile."

"Wow," Cosmo said. "We went down from 'we want you to be happy' to 'we want to see you smile'. Yay, low standards."

Timmy couldn't help it. He laughed. Cosmo beamed at him and he smiled weakly back.

"That's why she married me! Low standards!" Cosmo said.

The joke went completely over Poof's head, but Timmy laughed again. "I don't know. I think you got the better end of the deal, Cosmo."

"Of course I did. She married the idiot and I got the smart one!" he said.

"You're still sweet," she said. "And charming, in your own way."

"Maybe I'd like the amusement park," Timmy said. "But only for a little while."

"Yay!" Cosmo and Poof cheered.

"We can leave if you stop feeling comfortable," Wanda promised.

"Okay," he said. "I wish we were at the amusement park!"

Poof adored the amusement park. They'd let him stay in a human form so he could run rampant, though he had to shift for the rides. Cosmo and Wanda walked around as Timmy's parents and Timmy had to admit, they fit the bill far better than his real ones. Cosmo and Wanda were also walking around holding hands, which he'd never seen his parents do. They radiated happiness and warmth and try as he might, he couldn't avoid getting swept up in their cheer.

Then his good mood crashed to a halt. The popular kids were standing outside the giant water attraction and Timmy thought he might be sick. Trixie Tang was standing there, tossing her hair out and letting the sun catch it. He was attracted to her, as always, except now, he felt nauseous too. He'd wanted her like Vicky had wanted him...and he couldn't deal with her now.

"Timmy?" she said, turning her head. Cosmo and Wanda tensed and Poof, holding Timmy's hand, smiled at Trixie.

"Hi!" Poof said.

"Hello..." Trixie said. "And who are all these people?"

"Um..." Timmy looked for proper names that weren't their real ones. "The man with the green hair is Cedric, his wife is Wendy, and their son is Percy. They're my aunt, uncle, and cousin."

"Never seen them before," Trixie said and broke away from the group to talk to him privately. She grabbed his arm and he twitched, snatching it away. She frowned at him.

"I was thinking," she said. "You've been really aloof lately. That impresses me."

"Wait until she finds out the real reason," Cosmo said and Wanda kicked him. She yanked him away, grabbing Poof too, though Poof looked very interested. Timmy shuffled, smiling weakly and wishing his heart wasn't going a mile a minute.

"They look like hippies," Trixie said. "Are you sure you're related?"

"Positive," he said. He couldn't believe it. He was about to turn down Trixie Tang. But the idea of being with her terrified him now. It was too much pressure, too much anguish. He'd have to behave like a normal teenage boy, and he didn't know how to do that anymore. Every time he did, he was putting on an act that grew thinner and thinner.

"Anyway," she said. "There's a dance coming up. I know you'll be there."

"Actually, Trixie, I dunno," he said.

"What?" she said. "You're gonna be there, and you're gonna be my date."

"I can't," he said.

"You don't even know when the dance is," she said.

"I'm busy," he said.

"Ooh, are you playing hard to get?" she said. "I love that!"

"Yeah, sure," he said. "I'm playing hard to get."

"Fine, then," she said. "Don't be there!" she hopped away and he groaned. Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof returned.

"What was that about?" Wanda asked.

"I will never, for the life of me, understand girls," he said and shuddered. "And after Vicky, I don't think I want to."

"We're not all that bad," Wanda said and hugged him. He shuddered and she kissed him on the top of the head. She began to withdraw and he hugged her around the waist.

"I love you guys," he said.

"We love you too," they chorused.

"Hmm," Wanda said and he released her. She held up her wand and surveyed it, but it showed nothing definitive.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said and her expression darkened for a moment. "I hope."

"Huh?" he said. "I wish you'd tell."

"Tootie's supposed to be coming home soon," she said. "I just hope that's not a complication."

Timmy's stomach did a violent upheaval. He wasn't sure how he felt about Tootie anymore either. Damn it, he wished everything was simple again. Wanda still looked worried, too, and he had to wonder what she'd be up to if Tootie came back. Whatever it was, she didn't look inclined to tell him.