Riding Blind Lambs
Chapter 4: Assessing The Damage
Timmy sat there for a good 5 seconds before he heard a loud thunderous boom, and a poof. Timmy hadn't even thought of his godparents and how they would react or how Jorgan would react. He was running circles in his own head, didn't know what to do so he just stood frozen. A very large muscular fairy with a heavy wand poofed into his room. A fairy by the name of Jorgan Van Strangle. He wore a look of sympathy.
Timmy knew what was coming, but he was in a mental denial. There had to be a loop-hole, there had to be a hidden rule. Something HAD to work in his favor. With everything that had happened today, something had to go right. Timmy still stood with a more than defeated look. Jorgan saw this and sighed.
"Timmy Turner, you know why I am here." Timmy nodded his head, tears welling up.
"Then you understand what you did wrong?" Jorgan asked. Again, Timmy nodded his head letting the tears fall.
"You are granted to see your fairy godparents once more before it is final." Jorgan said looking at the ground. He barley lifted his wand and let it fall. With a poof, Cosmo and Wanda appeared and immediately flew over to Timmy. Wanda and Cosmo hugged Timmy extremely tight, crying their eyes out.
"Oh Timmy! We're so sorry this happened. If we were here we could've prevented this whole thing from happening. I'm so sorry! Jorgan is there anything we can do to stay with Timmy?" Wanda pleaded to Jorgan. He just shook his head. He let no tears fall, but his heartbreak was all the same.
"I'm afraid this is too bad an offense, Wanda" Jorgan said sadly
"But what about the 'Timmy Turner loop-hole'? Or the fact that he saved Vicky's life? Does none of that matter?!" Wanda cried out. Now sobbing. Cosmo comforted her as they hugged Timmy.
"Wanda,...The Fairy Council has had this happen only once and since then, we've kept a zero tolerance policy. I want you two to stay with Timmy, I truly do, but I'm afraid the Fairy Council has decided" Jorgan said with disappointment and dismay. Wanda now looked down still crying. Cosmo wouldn't let go of Timmy. Not saying a word. Just enjoying the embrace of his godchild for the last time. Everyone heard a faint noise. It was Timmy trying to speak. He spoke up.
"Jorgan, I know I can't keep them. I expected that. I knew this was coming and I have to take responsibility for what I did" The tears began to start up again and his words becoming incoherent. He took a deep breath.
"But Cosmo and Wanda have given me more happy memories than I can even count. They've taught me so much and loved me more than any of my real parents have ever. I'm not gonna ask to keep them because I know that's out of your control. But I will ask you one thing..."
"Please let me keep the memories!" That was it. The faucet was broken. He was sobbing louder than ever before. He was breaking right in front of them. He was losing his only family right in front of him. Timmy spoke in between sobs repeating the same plea.
"Please let me keep the memories, please Jorgan that's all I want!" He cried.
Jorgan turned away, likely hiding tears. "Let me check with the council. I will see what they have to say." He poofed away and poofed back just as quick, this time with a large scroll floating in front of him.
He read from the scroll. "Timmy Turner, you have broken an ultimate rule drafted and finalized by the Fairy Council. The consequences of this are punishable by the confiscation of your fairy godparents and the wiping of your memory, along with complete condemnation by the Fairy World." Timmy began to cry again..
"But! Due to the many times you have saved Fairy World, the circumstances of your case, and the true love that you share with your godparents, we will let you keep your memory of them and not condemn you as a fairy race. We will also let you see your godparents on the conditions that they lose their fairy powers and are bound to the human world, however this is not your choice to make and will be decided by your fairy godparents If they do agree, It will be as if you knew them as humans and not fairies" Jorgan poofed away the scroll and looked at Timmy.
Timmy looked at his godparents, sniffling. He was waiting to see what their answer would be. He knew it was a tough decision. He hated that he was putting his godparents on the spot but he also really wanted to keep them in his life. They were truly his parents to him, and he needed them. Wanda almost immediately said yes and Cosmo shook his head with a smile. Jorgan nodded his head.
"Very well, but I will warn you that this is a very delicate and time consuming process. Your Cosmo and Wanda will have to go through training on how to be human. It will probably be a while until you ever see them again. Other than that, Timmy Turner you may keep Cosmo and Wanda as part of your human family." Jorgan
"Thank you so much, Jorgan. You have no idea how much this means to me." Tears flowing but with a smile on his face.
"You are very welcome Timmy. Well, I have business to attend to. I'm afraid you'll need to say goodbye to your godparents for now."
Timmy walked over to Wanda. "I'm sorry, Wanda, I didn't mean to- I mean I didn't know thi-" Wanda put a finger on his lips to silence him. With a smile Wanda said.
"It's okay, Timmy, you did what you thought was right and saved a persons life in the process. Just remember that thought violence may be a quick answer, it's not always the right one. We have to get back to the hospital before Cosmo has another one of his fits. We love you, Timmy" They hugged for a long time before Jorgan cleared his throat signaling it was time to go.
Timmy let go of Wanda and Cosmo, and they floated over to Jorgan's side. They waved goodbye and were gone in a poof. Though keeping his godparents made him extremely happy, Timmy looked at the now blank space in the living room with a very sad look. He knew it would be while before he ever saw his godparents again.
Before heavy depression set in, Timmy heard a knock at the door. His heart sank like the titanic. He knew, he just knew it was Vicky with the police. Another knock. The 14 year old went to get the door but his legs were so weak from fear, he fell as soon as his feet hit the floor. He crawled before picking himself up. He answered the door to Vicky holding a box of cleaning supplies.
"Alright, get your bags and put them in the car" She said in a hurry walking past him. She turned around and looked at him questioningly. "What?" She asked
"I..I didn't really pack anything" Timmy said looking down.
"What?! Why? You know what, it doesn't matter. Just go pack your stuff now while I clean this up. When you're done come help me." She said in rushing into the kitchen.
Timmy did what he was told. Something told him he would be gone for a long time so he took a lot of his clothes and shoved them in a book bag. He took an extra pair of shoes and some hygiene products as well. He stopped in the middle of his room and thought about what else he would need. He looked at his nightstand and opened the top drawer, feeling around the top of the inside. He grabbed what he was looking for and put it in his front pocket. Over the past few birthdays he had saved all of his birthday money in a safe place where no one could keep it. He couldn't remember for the life of him why he had been saving as much as he did, but was glad he had enough for an emergency such as this.
He checked around his room for anything else he might need and when he felt that he had enough, he ran downstairs and threw two bags in Vicky's car. Walking back into the kitchen he saw Vicky wearing gloves, an apron, and goggles. Scrubbing the floor with a brush vigorously. She noticed him walking in so she handed him a brush, gloves, some chemical in a yellow bottle, and told him to scrub the counter tops. He noticed that it was fizzing. After a good 10 minutes of scrubbing the same spots (he had to be very careful to not miss a spot) he asked Vicky if there was anything he could do. She handed him air fresheners and told him to hide them around the house so nobody knows that chemicals were just used in the kitchen so as not to raise suspicion.
After that, Vicky went over her mental checklist and physical checklist to make sure they weren't forgetting anything. She came to the decision that they weren't and made a few calls. Timmy was in the kitchen while she was on the phone, he was on his phone texting his parents.
"Hey, mom and dad, I'm staying over at Vicky's apartment for now. She has a lot of college work to do and she has all of her work over there. I can't see why you guys would have a problem with it so I agreed. It's closer to school so I'll still be going. Love you guys" He waited until a text came in on his phone reading 'K luv u". He rolled his eyes. Why even text them if they aren't even gonna really care? He got up and grabbed a drink from the fridge, he walked back in the living room to an awaiting Vicky. "You ready?"
He was wearing an unsure and scared look but he nodded his head. Vicky looked at the ground and furrowed her brow. She knew this poor kid was just saying what she wanted to hear. In truth, He was having an anxiety attack. Everything was happening at once and on top of worrying about the task at hand, he had been worrying about everything else. What are his friends gonna think? Will he ever see his friends again? What will he do about school? When are the cops gonna catch up to him?
"Look, I know you are really scared and probably thinking a mile a minute and are probably thinking a mile a minute right now, but we have to be calm, collected, and casual about this or else it will all fall apart. Vicky rested a hand on his shoulder. He looked her in the eye and nodded his head.
"C'mon, we have to go sort out our next move." Vicky lifted herself up and walked towards the front door. Timmy took a deep breath and followed behind her. He had to forget about his worries right now if he was gonna make it out of this situation. He had some relief though, he got to keep his godparents. The day could be worse.
They walked out of the front door and Vicky locked it. They stepped outside into the still snowed front lawn, and got into Vicky's car. Vicky turned on the car and let it sit there a little while so the engine could warm up. She turned on the heat, put in gear, and drove out of the backyard into the front yard onto the road. She glanced at Timmy and looked back at the road.
"Hey..." she said to get his attention. He looked at her with raised eyebrows that were asking what she was going to say.
"Okay, so here's what we do, we cleaned up the mess in the house and got most of the handy work over and done with so now we need to do the hard part. Coming up with a sound alibi that is 100% fool proof. Our story needs to have no loose ends, no mistakes. We need to have a story for what we were doing the past 3 hours detail by detail, but not too detailed or we'll be put under suspicion. Crime Scene does not play, they look for any small sign of a clue, I mean miniscule type clues. Do you understand?" She looked back at him. Timmy nodded.
"Okay. Now we're gonna head to my apartment, nobody will think its suspicious. Did you tell your parents what I told you to?" he nodded again. "Good"
The rest of the drive was filled with silence, other than the low roar of the tires against the road. Timmy took this time to think about what he was gonna do. Of course, he was gonna do whatever Vicky told him to do, but he needed to get his brain in check right now. If he kept thinking at this fast a rate without contemplating any coherent thought, he was gonna have a seizure. First up was how he was going to act around his friends. He knew they would catch on to any small detail and if they kept prying, he wouldn't be able to keep his secret for long.
He had to text them casually. Not all the time, but in general throughout the day. Not everyday though. He had to check in on his friends every once in a while but not all of them at once, less he raise suspicion. He can't give anyone any reason to raise any questions. He would ask them whats up, talk for a minute or two, and then let the conversation slowly die from there. He made these mental notes, knowing not to type or write anything down. Anything at any point can be evidence.
He was drawn from his thoughts at the sight of Vicky pulling into her parking spot and turning off the car.
"Listen to me, you don't talk, I'll do all the talking if we run into anyone. Understand?" she said with an even tone. Timmy nodded his head.
They got out of the car and walked to the trunk, opening it and grabbing their things. Timmy wondered why Vicky had gotten her things from her place just for them to come back to where they were at the moment. He grabbed his two bags and walked with her. They walked into the building and straight to the elevator at a casual pace. When they called the elevator they stood there for a couple of seconds. Thanks to Vicky's reputation, no one was too keen on coming to say hello. I'll reiterate that she isn't the hateful person she was anymore, but fear kinda sticks.
To their relief, they heard a ding and the doors opened. They walked in and Vicky pressed 7. Timmy felt uncomfortable in elevators, he didn't really trust them so he clung to the rail inside until they had gotten to their floor. Vicky just stood there tapping her foot. They felt inertia take its place when gravity pulled them down a little harder since they were going up. Once they had stopped, Timmy let out a breath he had apparently been holding. Vicky had heard this and turned around before exiting.
"You good?" Vicky asked sort of amused, hoping to lighten this depressing and frightened atmosphere. He looked at her then looked down, his face pinked a little
"I don't really like elevators" he said lowly. She let out a slight chuckle.
"It's okay I used to hate them too, guess living with one made it a little easier to get used to." she said in an attempt to make him feel less uncomfortable. His looked softened a but, but all he did was nod. She frowned a little.
"C'mon" She said gesturing him to walk with her to her room.
She pulled out her keys and opened the door to her apartment. She walked in and Timmy followed her. He noticed the place had a sweet scent to it, to him that was strange. She never smelt anything sweet when he was around her, then again he wasn't a bloodhound. It was nice and cool in her apartment but Vicky must have not liked that since the first thing she did was walk to the thermostat turn on the heat. She then walked to her couch, kicked off her shoes and sat down with an audible sigh.
Timmy sort of just stood there in the area between the door and the living room. He looked around to see a kitchen immediately to his left and a dining table to his right. In front of him was a living room complete with a couch, entertainment system, TV, a couple of gaming systems, and another couch beside the fore mentioned couch. The couch was facing the same direction he was so Vicky's back was to him. To the right of the living room, what looked like a bedroom door was visible, same as to the left. It was a really nice apartment in his opinion.
Vicky noticed him just standing there. She arced her head over the back of the couch.
"Y'know believe it or not, I don't have a dangerously contagious disease. You can sit down." Timmy looked at her for a second before nodding his head and going to the couch next to hers. He took of his shoes and slid them under her coffee table. He leaned back into the couch. They sat in silence for a good few minutes. Vicky yawned and stood up.
"I'm going to bed" she said walking to her room which was on the right side. "Oh wait...I umm don't have the other room furnished...I have extra blankets so you can sleep on the couch for now." She saw Timmy nod. She left to get said items and was gone for about 14 seconds before showing back up with a comforter and a pillow. She looked at him and told him 'night' then walked into her room, shutting her door.
While Vicky slept, Timmy just sat there in the darkness staring directly in front of him. Vicky was off to sleep and Timmy began to think about the elephant in his head...