Chapter Two: Pieces

Izzy's feet clicked light to the pavement as she tried keeping my unsteady pace. Neither one of us had spoken a word since Timmy had stormed out of the restaurant in an angry huff. Instead, my dear sweet sister had decided to keep her mouth free of any "I-told-you-sos" as I tried breaking down the scene play-by-play to digest the situation at hand.

I knew in my heart that I shouldn't care, I was getting married in two short months, but somehow my head had convinced my heart that the wedding wouldn't be the same without Timmy. He was a huge part of who I was. I could remember so clearly in my head all of our wild and fantastic adventures, like when he froze time for fifty years and made everyone in the world forget so we could be together. Me, Timmy, Cosmo, Wanda, and even Clarissa. Fifty solid years of never growing up so we could all adventure together, like Peter Pan in Neverland.

I frowned. What was wrong with me? Maybe Izzy was right, maybe I should just forget the quest all together and run happily into my fiancé's arms. I smiled at the thought. Danny had really grown up, too. He wasn't the same awkward teenager I'd met six years ago. Yes, he was still a total nerd, but he was sweet and funny and kind. He'd even toned down teasing his sister, Jazz, for the most part, though that might be because he was afraid Dash would murder him in his sleep. I shuddered. Despite my differences with Dash, he and Jazz did make a fantastic couple.

"We're here!" Izzy announced sprinting through the front door of the small house I had her wish up for us. She spread her arms, like an airplane, and twirled around the modest living room before throwing herself onto the couch. "Ah, home sweet home! Danny, stop hiding, do you hear me? I know you're in here!"

"Way to spoil the surprise!"

His sweet voice echoed through the room as he slowly phased through the floor. I didn't hesitate to throw my arms around his neck the second he materialized. I waited until Danny Phantom became Danny Fenton before planting a sloppy wet kiss on his lips.

"I love surprises." I breathed standing on my tip-toes. A crooked grin curved around his lips as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me in closer.

"I know, which is why I came." He smirked. "You know I like surprises too, right?"

"Oh, get a room you two!" Clarissa whined tossing a pillow in our direction. Danny simply made us intangible and let the soaring pillow fly right through us. I shivered. I still wasn't used to that sensation.

"What? You don't like us making kissy faces at each other?" Danny teased kissing every inch of my face. I giggled and shoved him away.

"Cut it out!" I squealed. "Come on, you're supposed to be the mature one here!"

"Mature?" He asked wrinkling his nose. "And what fun is that?"

"Well-" I frowned. "Ok, you win this round Mr. Fenton! I can't argue with that."

"Good, soon to be Mrs. Fenton." He smiled leading me to the couch opposite of Izzy. "You know, I really enjoy the sound of that. Mrs. Starry Fenton. What do you think?"

"You know I can't resist it!" I grinned knitting my fingers into his hands. "Two months, that's so crazy!"

"I know." He sighed. "How did your talk go with Timmy?"

My smile dissolved. I dropped his hands and looked at Izzy. "Go ahead." I frowned. "You tell him."

Danny quirked his brows to the fairy sprawled out across the couch signaling he was ready for whatever curveball she might send him. Slowly, my sister yawned, stretched, and nodded raking a hand through her golden locks.

"It was a complete and total disaster." She announced. "He didn't remember us at all and went nuclear the minute Star called him 'Timmy'. He threatened us, screamed at us, totally embarrassed us at a nice restaurant, and then left."

"Just like that?" Danny asked. Izzy nodded.

"Yep. Just like that."

"Why do you think he didn't remember you?" Danny asked me. I watched as Izzy flopped back down on the couch and smashed a pillow over her face. I shrugged.

"Beats me." I huffed. "I wish I had the answer, I really do. You know, I thought things would go differently. I thought he'd be happy to see me, but I guess that was just wistful thinking."

"Hey, don't say that." Danny cooed. "I'm sure it's not as bad as it seems."

"It was pretty bad." Izzy piped in. "You were there, you should know."

My eyes widened in horror. "You were spying on us?" I snapped ripping my hand away. His face dropped.

"Izzy!" Danny growled.

"Hey, I'm just keeping you in check, brother." She stated peeling the pillow from her face. I glared at them both.

"Ugh, sometimes it really sucks being the only one here without magic."

"Oh, come on sis!" Clarissa chirped. "We're just messin' with ya! Danny was worried, isn't that cute?"

I rolled my eyes and pursed my lips as the two made awkward eye contact. Danny was still fully intent on glaring while Clarissa decided her best bet was to play coy and smile. I sighed.

"I suppose it's super sweet that you were worried about me, but I can take care of myself. Really."

"I know you can." Danny said breaking his glare. "But I still worry. If anything were to ever happen to you, or even Izzy for that matter, I don't know what I'd do. I love you, Star."

"I love you too." I blushed. Izzy groaned and zapped herself out of the room so the two of us could finish our kiss.

Timothy Turner's POV

I couldn't get her out of my head. Those slate blues eyes swelled up with pity and a lustful hope she couldn't contain. Her long beach blonde hair and sun kissed skin and freckles that scatter like splutter paint across her cheeks and cute little pixie nose. I wanted to remember her, but there was some kind of mental block there. Starry Stone? Why did that name sound so familiar to me?

I kicked open the door to the apartment with the ball of my foot and fumbled to find the light switch hiding somewhere on the wall. My fingers grazed the switch and the lights slowly flickered on letting off some kind of horrible buzzing noise. I frowned to myself taking in the nearly destroyed apartment. I'd almost forgotten the fight Vicky and I had gotten into moments before I left. She wasn't happy I was going to meet up with some strange girl. Dimsdale wasn't exactly the biggest city in the world, so word of our meeting took off faster than a wildfire. Vicky came home in one of her infamous moods. Without waiting for an explanation, she picked up my mom's old lamp and chucked it at my head. I crouched over to where the shattered shards of glass were now laying. She missed me by a half an inch and hit the wall instead. The plaster broke way leaving a nice gaping hole. I stood up and looked around some more. The couch was flipped, due to my aggression. As the red-head charged me, I charged her. She came at me with a sloppy right hook, I grabbed her forearm, she jerk away and sent me tumbling over the couch. Next, she decided to fling our dishes at me. I ran out of the room before she could get any more physical. I guess while I was gone, she decided to have a food fight because leftovers from last night painted the wall in a crusty coat.

I exhaled slowly and flipped the couch back onto its right side and plopped down. Why was I even with her? I wasn't happy. I mean, don't get me wrong, the sex was great, but she was crazy! Maybe I was afraid she would murder me if I broke up with her or maybe I was just so used to the abuse that the thought of anything different scared me to the point of being paralyzed.

And Starry? I wish what she said was true. A girl like that, pretty and clean cut, would be worth fighting for. But she was clearly out of my league. If we did know each other, go to the same school, why would she talk to me? Even so, she knew so much about me. Unless she was stalking me, which I don't know why she'd only choose to stalk my elementary years, what she was saying was true. She and I were friends.

I stared at the broken flat screen and tried thinking deeper. If she did exist, wouldn't she be in the year book? I nodded and pulled myself back to my feet. I pushed open the door leading to my bedroom with the palm of my hand and went straight for the bookcase and thumbed through them until I found the one from fifth grade. I flipped through the pages until I found my class, Mr. Crocker's class, and frowned. My heart skipped a beat. There she was, right after my name. Starry Stone.

Long blonde hair, big blue eyes, freckles, and dimples. Just as pretty as a picture. Right over her picture, in my handwriting, were the words: never let her go.

I threw the book to ground and gritted my teeth tightly together. None of this was making any sense! Why would I write that? How could I forget her? And what did it matter, anyways? She was getting married! That big fat rock sitting on her finger told me that, but still. Why? Why did I feel so connected to her? That's why I went nuclear in the restaurant, not because of anything she said, but because I loved the affection in her voice. The warmth in her tone, the longing for me to know her and the kindness of her touch.

My fingers twitched, remembering the coolness of her fingertips against my hand. Frustration licked at my skin. Why couldn't I remember?

Daniel Fenton's POV

"Izzy, can I talk to you a second?" I asked creeping out of the bedroom. I gazed down at Starry's silhouette and smiled before closing the door completely on her. As soon as I turned, Izzy appeared. Her face sunk into a frown.

"What do you want?" She questioned harshly. I grabbed her by the wrist and lead her out the front door with me. Once outside, I dropped her arm and frowned.

"You're right." I grumbled. She quirked her brows, not following. "About Timmy, I mean. I'm a little worried about this. From all the stories she's told me about him, I'm worried she might still have feelings for him."

"Oh?" She smirked. "That's interesting."

"Come on, don't play around. I'm serious. The fact he doesn't remember her bothers her a lot more than she's letting on. It kills me to see her like this."

"What do you mean?" Izzy asked inching closer.

"I mean." I paused. How could I put it to words? "I've always been a little jealous of Timmy. He got to be there for her when she was at rock bottom, you know? He got to help her grow up and be the incredible person she is today. Ugh! I can't put it to words, ok? I mean, I love her. I want her to be happy. Is it so selfish that I want her to be happy with me and not that-"

"Stop." Izzy cut in. "I get it, you can stop being all sappy and stuff."

"Yeah, sappy." I muttered lowering my head. "How could anyone forget Starry, though? She's just-wow. You know?"

"I feel like you're a bit biased." Izzy grumbled. I looked at her sideways.

"Yeah, well she did save my life…multiple times."

"So did Sam." She reminded me leaning against the door frame. "But you're not all ga-ga over her anymore."

"Sam and I didn't work out. What's with you, Iz?"

"Nothing." She muttered. I cocked my head off to one side.

"No, you know something, don't you?" I asked wagging a finger in her face. She swatted it away.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She hissed.

"No, Iz, I know you quite well. You're hiding something. What is it?"

"Stop talking to me!" She snapped. "Why are you always so sappy and feel-y. I don't like it."

"Izzy, come on. Tell Danny what this is all about." I smiled. "Are you jealous of Starry?"

"What? Don't be ridiculous!" She pouted. "Of course not."

"Come on, Izzy. You can tell me anything." I pressed. She puffed out steam.

"I may have done something not so great." She sighed. I raised a brow, with Izzy, that could mean anything. "As you know, six years ago Starry's parents came back from Ireland and wanted to relocate Starry and I to Amityville. As you can imagine, Starry was heartbroken. She was tempted to wish them away, but knew it wasn't for the best, so kept her mouth shut. Timmy decided he was going to be selfish and did the honors. Starry woke up thinking her parents left her again and cried the entire day, that is until Super Hero Timmy Turner came to the rescue. He let her think her parents hated her for days until Cosmo let it slip. Starry was even more heartbroken. She didn't know who to trust so I forced Timmy into turning back time before he made the wish so she wouldn't remember. Starry moved away happily with her parents and met you shortly after. She was happy with you, but I could tell she still missed Timmy. Every time he came to visit, I felt myself getting colder and colder towards him. I hated him. So much. How could someone be so selfish? And so I did the only thing I could, I reported him and had his fairies taken away. His memory was wiped and he forgot all about me and Starry, and it will stay that way so long as I can help it."

My jaw nearly hit the floor. All I could do was stare at her, completely horrified, as a rush of mixed emotions coursed through my blood stream.

"Y-y-you did what?" I choked. Izzy looked away.

"Starry is my sister. We may not be blood related, but she treats me like we are. She loves me and takes care of me. All of her wishes she's ever made have been completely selfless, which is so hard to find. I had to protect her. I looked at the future and saw her walking down the aisle with him, I couldn't let that happen. Her future has changed, she's with you. You've never hurt her, and you never will. You understand, don't you? I had to do it."

"B-but you ruined a kid's life!" I stammered. "Timmy is miserable now!"

"He had it coming." Izzy said waving me away with the back of her hand. "If I had time, I'd tell you all the things he did to her, but ain't nobody got time for that."

"Iz-"

"She's with you now." She cut in. "Isn't that what you want? If you tell her what happened, she won't forgive you."

"Isn't that blackmail?" I growled. "Besides, she deserves to know. You can't stop me."

"Really? Questioning a fairy? That's suicide."

"Oh, come on." I snapped. "You have rules, you can't hurt me."

"Wanna bet?" She challenged. "Screw the rules, Star is worth far more than that!"

"She-She-"

"You can't deny it." She sighed. "Besides, this works out for all of us. Star is happy with you, you're happy with her, and Timmy doesn't remember what he's missing out on. Win-win-win."

I wasn't sure what to think. I felt my molecules rotating and turning. Danny Phantom was threatening to burst out, unable to hear it anymore. I wanted Starry, just not like this. I felt like I'd stolen her. Would she choose me over him if she knew the truth? It happened so long ago, was it even still relevant?

"I've gotta go." I announced. "You know how Starry is about me spending the night. Boundaries and whatnot. I promised her I'd leave as soon as she fell asleep."

"Uh-huh." Izzy hummed. "I'll be watching you, you better not hurt her."

But it wasn't me I was worried about. I knew Clarissa had a dark side, I just never expected this.