All that night scenarios filled Timmy's mind as to what he would do when she came back to the house. He wanted to get the first meeting over with as soon as possible, preferably without anyone else around. If they were going to be living together Timmy wanted her to know that she was not going to push him around anymore, that he wasn't afraid of her. Okay maybe she did still scare the crap out of him but he wasn't about to let it show in front of her. There was also the little problem of hiding his new weaknesses in front of her. Last thing he needed was for her to use them against him.

Minutes turned into hours as he waited in his room listening for a car pulling up, the front door opening, or a creak from the stairs to let him know she was there. It wasn't until his alarm clock started blaring that he realized he'd dozed off. His body ached from a combination of sitting upright all night and lack of sleep. Getting up he walked over to the door that led into the hallway, opened it, and looked down the hallway to see if the guest room light was on. It wasn't, but that didn't mean much. Next he looked out the window facing the street to see if there was a car parked in the driveway. The driveway was empty and since the garage was full of junk neither of his parents wanted he concluded that he was alone in the house. So for now facing Vicky would have to wait but he still had to avoid telling his friends finding out she was living with him, at least for the time being.

Timmy changed into fresh clothes, washed his face off in the sink, and then looked up in the mirror. What he saw was a stone faced boy with bags under his eyes, pale face, and eyes that were filled with anger, pain, and sorrow.

"Just grin and bear it Turner, grin and bear it." Talking to himself made Timmy chuckle, maybe all those sleepless nights along with news of his babysitters return had finally made him lose it a bit. At this rate he'd have to admit himself into a nut house by graduation.

After writing a quick note to his faeries that he now had a roommate Timmy grabbed some poptarts before riding his bike over to A.J.'s. The boy genius would be awake and they could kill some time together, probably quizzing over the day's exam. When he go there A.J. was outside about to get on his bike to go who knows where. After talking for a few minutes they decided to head over to Sanjay's house. The morning workout his stepfather made him complete everyday should be over by the time they got over there. By the time they got to the Indian boy's house and stopped to get some real breakfast it was after 7 so the trio headed to school. Once there they waited in the library for the bell to ring, Elmer and Chester having opted to study on their own the night before. The exam was during first period then they were free to leave and enjoy the first unofficial day of summer vacation.

Much to the entire classes delight the exam was a joke. The questions were either extremely obvious or had a million right answers. One of the questions was 'why do you park in a driveway and drive on a parkway?'. It was the first time in the history of the gang's friendship that Chester ever turned in a test first. By far the best surprise was being told they could leave right after they were done; something A.J. pointed out was a clear violation of school policy. Instead of going with his friends to have a movie marathon Timmy went home for some much needed sleep. He reasoned that his roommate would be out looking for a job or maybe even starting one instead of being at his house. For the sake of every child within the limits of Dimmsdale he hoped she didn't go back to babysitting.

Only getting seven hours of sleep in the past few days was finally taking its toll on the teen. He had a hard time keeping his eyes open and focused as he biked back to his house. By the time he got up the driveway he was practically dead on his feet. Not bothering to put his bike up Timmy entered his house. Not thinking he could make it up the stairs before falling asleep Timmy laid down on the couch with his feet dangling over one of the arms before kicking his shoes off. Then he dozed off, hoping he didn't have a nightmare.

A scene was starting to take shape, distorted desks, windows the size of dimes, a door starting to materialize on the wall, and ghosts hovering in all of the seats. There was a faint should of pencils scratching. Out of nowhere came the sound of a whimper, it took the teen a minute to realize the noise had come from him. Just as everything was starting to come into focus a new voice made itself heard.

" 'Dad's letting a psychotic bitch stay here as my new roommate. Avoid at all cost.' "

An old reflex caused Timmy to jump which led to him falling off the couch and banging his head against the coffee table. With a curse he pushed himself up so he was sitting against the couch to look at the person who'd spoken. Standing before him was a familiar red head holding the note he'd left on his nightstand. It didn't surprise him that she'd gone into his room; it was a typical Vicky move.

"Nice to know some things never change" he grumbled.

"So let me guess, Tootie got tired of you, the bimbo you've been chasing after won't give you the time of day, so now you're screwing that crazy blonde who's obsessed with you?" Crumpling up the note she threw it at Timmy, "or do you just bang what you can get?"

He just glared back at her without a word.

"Calm down Turner it was a joke. Thought it would be a good idea to pick up where we left off." Vicky sat down on the coffee table facing him with a wicked smile spreading across her face as he scrambled back onto the couch as far from her as it would allow. And there went his plan to hide his fear of her.

"Hilarious."

"So who was the note for?"

"My friends, I forgot to put it on the door this morning." He lied.

That only seemed to amuse her further. Surprisingly she hadn't gotten upset at him calling her a bitch. Maybe college life had changed her for the better.

"Right, because just telling them at school wouldn't have made any sense at all." Grabbing the remote Vicky moved to the other end of the couch and began to do some channel surfing.

Timmy couldn't help but stare at her in amazement. This wasn't the woman he'd grown up knowing at all, she was teasing him, well maybe mocking was a better word, instead of making every effort to make his life miserable. It wasn't just her personality that had changed but her looks too. She wasn't sporting her trademark ponytail or outfit anymore. Now she let her hair hang down and unlike her sister's naturally straight hair Vicky's had a slight wave to it. Instead of her tight fitting green shirt she wore a looser university shirt. Her black jeans had been replaced by what looked like a pair of men's shorts. She also had a tan, had she been going to school on the coast? Realizing he was still staring Timmy looked away from the red head. There was nothing that would make him happier than to go up to his room but he'd promised himself they'd talk.

"So, how long are you staying?"

"Indefinitely."

He sighed. Of course she wasn't just staying for a few weeks. Not that his dad would care about that, heck at some point she'd probably be living there rent free after sweet talking Mr. Turner.

"Afraid I'm gonna take over your bachelor pad Twerp?"

"More like you're going to go back to torturing, humiliating, and nearly killing me."

"The thought might have occurred to me once or twice but now that we're roommates I can't very well go around doing that anymore can I? You'd get me kicked out."

How was he going to kick her out? His dad would make that call not him. Just because Mr. Turner had given him free reign didn't mean he'd take his son's word over his ex-babysitter.

Vicky couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face. "He didn't tell you? Well get ready for the shock of your life Turner," like he hadn't had enough of those, "Your old man's gonna let you play landlord while I'm here, so if you decide to kick me out I've got nowhere to go."

"Wait, so you're telling me that if I told you to get out right now you would?" He looked at her in complete surprise.

She just shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said I've got nowhere to go if you kick me out."

"What about your parents' place?"

It happened so fast Timmy wasn't sure he'd actually seen anything. Just for a second he swore he saw pain flash in her eyes. Not the kind of pain that comes from a break up or ending a long standing friendship but something far worse. Something like what he was going through himself. However it disappeared so quickly that he thought he was just seeing things. Her parents had probably broken all ties with her after finally growing back bones.

"Don't have a room there anymore." Not finding anything worth watching she turned off the TV and sat back down on the coffee table. "So Mister Big Bad Landlord are you going to go ahead and lay down some ground rules now or just make them up as you go?" Her tone was incredibly sarcastic.

"Is there even a point?"

"Depends."

"On what?" He was getting frustrated. All she was doing was mocking him, trying to make him break, not that he'd give her the satisfaction.

"Can I pay in ways other than money?" She asked suggestively.

Having ice water poured on him first thing in the morning wasn't Timmy's ideal wakeup call but it was the penalty for being the last one sleeping at Chester's trailer. His friends laughed as he threw fistfuls of ice at them. It was a rule the blonde had made up one day when Elmer slept in until 2 in the afternoon after a Crash Nebula marathon. Chester threw some dry clothes at Timmy.

After the disastrous conversation with Vicky the buck toothed teen had retreated to Chester's house to get away from her. He had been wrong, she hadn't changed a bit. She wasn't going be a tyrannical dictator this time around; instead she was going to play mind games. In truth he would have preferred the dictator version since he knew what to expect. Now she would be unpredictable and that was a terrifying thought.

Not that he'd bothered telling anyone yet. There was one more person he wanted around before he told everyone about Vicky, her younger sister. From the way Vicky talked about her parents' house they didn't know she had moved back to Dimmsdale and even though things between him and Tootie had been rocky at best Timmy still felt obligated to let her know her sister was back. Francis, Veronica, and Trixie never really had to suffer at the hands of the evil babysitter so it wouldn't matter if they were around to hear the news.

After a few hours of TV, A.J. figuring out everyone's GPA, and turning down the food Chester's dad made, the boys left for Trixie's house. The plan was to set up for the night's party with the girls. As far as they knew Francis and Remy weren't coming to help out since the former had a makeup test at school while the latter couldn't be bothered. So at least there wouldn't be any major drama with Tootie until later that night.

When they got to Trixie's they found Tootie waiting impatiently in the doorway, hands on her hips, acting like they'd jeopardized the entire party by not arriving earlier. Experience had taught them to mumble something that could be taken as apologies then ignore her as she went off on a rant. Trixie smiled apologetically as they walked into the living room while Veronica just looked relieved. Tootie must have been complaining about how the boys were taking their sweet time and yelling at Tootie to tell Elmer to hurry up. As the bespectacled girl huffed off into another room the others sat down to talk.

" So Timmy, did you meet your mysterious roommate yet?" Trixie asked from the love seat next to Elmer, who all of a sudden found a spot on the wall very interesting.

"Shouldn't we be focusing on setting up for tonight?"

That was all the others needed to start bombarding him with questions. He was obviously hiding something and they were determined to get it out of him. At first the lie was that they hadn't met yet then it changed to him catching a glimpse of an unknown person driving off that morning then to an awkward stand off some guy but when Chester asked about the guy Timmy let slip that his roommate was a woman. Now that the topic had come up Timmy found it very hard to say anything. Desperate to put off the conversation he tried to talk about what was going where for the party only to have the others yell over him. Next he tried to reason with them that Tootie would be pissed when she came back to see that they were just messing around. However the others didn't seem to mind as long as they got him to talk.

Admitting defeat Timmy sighed, "okay I met her yesterday after school."

"So that's why you ditched us! She's gotta be college age right?" The blonde boy was excited by the thought of a hot college girl living in town. Already he was planning to make every possible excuse to hang out at the Turner house.

Timmy shook his head at his friend, knowing what was going through his head. If only he knew.

Veronica wanted to know if she was from Dimmsdale, Trixie asked what college she'd gone to, while the boys were mainly interested in what she looked like and if she'd be inviting more college kids to the house. They all wanted answers but no one let him get a word in. Soon they were building wild theories about the mystery roommate. That is until Tootie came to see why no one was working.

"What are you guys doing? We've only got a few hours to set up before the caterers and band show up."

"Calm down Tootie we still have to eat lunch." Trixie was trying to soothe her friend's anger. "Besides we're all curious about the –"

"About the college girl Timmy's shacking up with!" Chester interrupted.

Obviously he could have phrased that better but the whole gang, excluding Timmy, knew that Tootie still had a thing for him. She had been upset with him for not immediately confiding in her about his parents and later became furious when he didn't talk to her about it. The thing she had going on with Remy was just to make her feel powerful, with the added bonus of ticking off Timmy. Making Tootie think her ex had gotten over his recent problems enough to get back to dating was an opportunity Chester was not going to pass up. After the way she'd treated them for two years it was nice to rub something in her face that would piss her off.

"WHAT?!"

Chuckling nervously A.J. tried to diffuse the situation, "heh, um, actually what Chester's trying to say if Mr. Turner rented the guest room out to a woman that we're all assuming is a college student. I'm sure he'd be happy to explain if we'd all give him a chance to talk," looking at his friend and silently pleading with him to comply, "right Timmy?"

Much to his displeasure Timmy found himself being towered over by Tootie from his seat on an ottoman. She was glaring daggers at him, arms on her hips, and reminding him why he's broken up with her in the first place. Rolling his eyes he pushed back so that the wheeled ottoman moved away from Tootie, Timmy stood up and headed for the kitchen. Sanjay, Elmer, and Veronica having already retreated there upon Tootie's return, only to have her follow the buck toothed teen. Leaving A.J. and Trixie looking concerned about what was sure to follow the tension while Chester was looking forward to a confrontation. But that was only because Timmy was the only one Tootie couldn't intimidate.

Leaning against the island Timmy looked back at his ex. She was obviously angry at him for walking away but it wasn't like she'd asked him anything. Well he supposed it was now or never to tell everyone, though he felt a little guilt that it might dampen the mood for the party. So Timmy took a deep breath and opened Pandora's Box.

"Vicky's my roommate."

It took a moment for his words to sink in and even longer for them to realize he wasn't playing some sick joke. Seven shocked faces slowly changed into horror, shock, and disgust, the latter belonging to Tootie. She looked at him in utter disgust at the news. The others found themselves speechless at how he could keep himself so calm and composed. Well more composed than they were at the news. Before anyone else could find their voice Tootie started shouting.

"You're not seriously going to live with her?! She's a complete psycho!"

"It's not like I have much of a choice, my dad's the one that made the call."

Chester was the next to find his voice, "Well couldn't you, oh I don't know, maybe get him to change his mind?" he asked sarcastically.

"I doubt he'd listen."

"And why is that my friend?" Sanjay asked.

The boys exchanged a knowing look. A.J. crossed his arms then said, "because Vicky knows how to manipulate adults into letting her get away with child abuse"

No one could argue with that, or the fact that the Turners had always been the easiest pair of adults for the she-devil to manipulate.

Elmer smiled weakly. "Maybe it won't be so bad"

When everyone stared at him, or in Tootie's case glaring daggers, Elmer's face turned red. His muttered apology went unheard as Tootie stated in a matter of fact tone that they should just frame her older sister for a crime that would get her sent to prison.

The stares of disbelief she got in reply didn't deter her from the would be plan.

"What? It's not like she hasn't done anything to deserve it."

"Well… Yeah, but we could get in big trouble if anyone finds out." Trixie replied in a low voice.

Staring at everyone in turn the black haired girl was frustrated at their lack of support. "Not if everyone keeps their traps shut."

Just as the others began to talk all at once about how they wouldn't blab Timmy held his hands up to get them to be quiet. "Wait a second Tootie. I'm the one that has to live with her and no one else. It's not a situation I want to be in but sending her to prison is a bit extreme."

"Extreme?!" Tootie's voice was getting louder, Trixie and Veronica were trying to calm her down but it wasn't doing much good. "She's been making us all miserable for six years, getting away with things that would land anyone else in jail and you think it's too extreme?!"

He was trying to keep Tootie from bullying the others into doing something potentially illegal. It was obvious her sudden outburst was making them all uncomfortable.

"And we should let you come up with this plan? She's your sister; she was screwing up your life a lot longer than the rest of us, so why do we have to help you get revenge?"

"Okay why don't we get started with decorating? Tootie, Veronica and I will set up in here and you boys can take care of the backyard." Trixie said nervously as she stepped between the two of them in a desperate attempt to avoid the fight that was building.

Tootie just shoved Trixie out of her way so she could get right in Timmy's face. She wanted to intimidate him and was only infuriated when he didn't so much as flinch. Instead he looked down at her with disappointment clearly written on his face. The girls attempted to tug Tootie back to the living room while Chester tried to pull his friend back towards the yard. However neither teen was going to be the first to back down.

"My sister's a manipulative bitch who talked herself out of being expelled from three schools for sleeping with a ton of professors. She might not be making our lives miserable anymore but that doesn't mean she's changed. My parents want nothing to do with her after some scandal she was involved in before she even left Dimmsdale. And you're going to stand there and defend her, like two years away have done something to make up for all she's done?"

Despite having a very angry, red faced girl mere inches from his face Timmy managed to keep himself under control.

"I'm not trying to defend her, I'm trying to defend them," motioning to the half dozen other people in the room who hadn't moved since Tootie's rant began, "from you. We all know Vicky was manipulative but you're getting to be just as bad as her. You run around town throwing your boyfriend's money at everyone to get what you want or you intimidate them until they have no choice but to do what you want. How does that make you any better than her? What gives you the right to judge anyone since you've become a bitch just like her?"

Tootie's face turned white as a sheet by the time he was done. Timmy hadn't forgotten all the crap he'd gone through with his babysitter but if he'd learned anything in the past two years it was that no one had the right to judge another person and condemn them for anything, after all people could change until they were unrecognizable, whether that be for better or worse, at any time. Take Tootie for example, two and a half years ago she'd been a sweet, naïve, happy girl who'd finally gotten the boy she had a major crush on to date her. Now she was a rude, manipulative little brat who thought everyone should bow down and worship her because she was dating one of the wealthiest guys in town. He'd also seen a few people change for the better like Francis and Trixie. They had both mellowed out over the past couple years, one was practically a teddy bear while the other realized that there was more to life than popularity, money, and looks. Their changes weren't as extreme as the people who became worse but it was still something, so now he did his best not to judge people, especially for their past.

The white faced girl in front of him took a step back before slapping him so hard across the face that he fell to the floor. "Don't you ever compare me to her, because I swear if you do Timmy Turner I will make your life a living hell. There's a lot of damage I can do in two years."

To her amazement the expression on his face hadn't changed at all, he hadn't even flinched when she slapped him. Then he smirked. Chester and A.J. thought he'd finally cracked from the stress while the other boys thought he was just trying to make Tootie even angrier. Trixie had taken the opportunity to push Tootie towards the living room. She'd gotten the other girl to the doorway when Timmy spoke up.

"Is that right? Well I've got news for you Tootie," pushing himself up off the floor he felt Chester grab the neck of his shirt to keep him from going after the black haired girl. "My life's already a living hell."