Author's Note: This happens before the last one- in terms of writing it, I wrote it after the last chapter. This is why Timmy leaves his parents' house.

I know Blue hasn't posted the second chapter yet. XD I was trying to stir more support for his story, although I'm not sure that's worked.

Blood Traitor

It had taken him two weeks to get up the courage to speak to his parents about what had happened. Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof were with him constantly now, no matter where he went or what he did. In addition, at least one faerie, if not all, were in physical contact with him too. Having them near him made him feel less vulnerable and alone, though he was incredibly jumpy and flinched any time someone other than his beloved faeries touched him. His friends touched him and he'd back up, smiling weakly and making some lame excuse about being sunburned. They didn't press the issue, probably because they were guys, and Timmy wasn't going to tell another guy a girl had raped him.

He intended to do that right now, but he didn't have a choice. His parents wanted to call Vicky again to babysit, and the very idea curled his stomach into a hard knot. He walked down the stairs and clung to the banister; Cosmo and Wanda had changed into cats, with their son trailing as a kitten.

After he reached the first floor, they changed again, Cosmo and Wanda snuggling against his shoulder as birds with Poof as a baby bird. Timmy winced, thinking of what he had to say, and Cosmo and Wanda immediately nuzzled him.

"It'll be okay, sweetie," she whispered. "I'm sure your parents will believe you."

"What kind of parents wouldn't?" Cosmo said. "I mean, we're idiots and we know-"

"Guys," Timmy whispered back, "what if they don't? What if they think I'm lying or worse, Vicky told them something else and they believe her? She…she…"

His throat constricted and, looking both ways first, Wanda shifted back into her normal form and hugged him tightly. Cosmo and Poof followed suit, cradling him. His godmother stroked his cheek and kissed him on the forehead.

"We know," she said. "We'll be there whatever happens. We love you, Timmy."

"Love you, big brother," Poof whispered.

"Even if you do have a silly pink hat," Cosmo teased.

Timmy crushed them against him and sighed. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Don't think about it," Wanda murmured. They shifted back into birds and, gulping, Timmy headed for the kitchen. He hadn't had a real conversation with his parents since they'd left him on New Years' Eve with Vicky. His father groaned over bills and his mother read through receipts. Timmy faltered, his resolve failing, and Cosmo and Wanda poked him with their beaks. Their words resonated through his mind and their warmth restored his courage.

"I need to talk to you," he said. He shuddered again and Wanda rubbed her head along his cheek.

"What strange birds you have," his mother said. "They look like your fish."

"Can we talk about Vicky?"

Thinking about her made him nauseous, and all three faeries dug their talons into him to prevent him from swaying into the table. His parents exchanged a look.

"I don't know if I can do this," he muttered.

"Of course you can," Wanda replied in his ear. "We believe in you, Timmy."

"Do they talk?" his mother asked.

"Or sing in a really high pitched voice we can record and put on the Internet?" his father said.

"No," Timmy said. "That isn't the point. I'm here to talk to you about Vicky."

"She said she missed you," his mother said. "You had a lot of fun on New Years', didn't you? She said you've gotten so close, she didn't want to leave you."

Memories of that horrible night flooded him and he broke out into a cold sweat. His knees buckled and his faeries yelped, cringing when he collapsed on the floor. He stared from one parent to the other and his mouth dropped open. He was unsurprised to discover he'd started shaking uncontrollably. His stomach cramped and he swallowed hard, suppressing vomit. He felt like he'd never be properly warm again.

"Timmy!" Poof cried.

"And you believe her?" Timmy whispered.

"I'm glad to see you two getting along," his mother said.

"But you didn't need to get all emotional about it," his father said. "We'll be glad to have her over."

"You don't understand," he said. "Vicky isn't…she isn't who you think she is."

His father tugged him to his feet and sat him down, which was good because his legs weren't going to support him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his faeries increasingly concerned over his welfare. Cosmo dug his talons deep enough to draw blood and Wanda hissed. His heart pounded. His godparents were here. He could tell his parents the truth.

"What do you mean? Hasn't she always been your loving babysitter?" his mother said.

"No!" he burst out. "On New Years' Eve, she, she, she…" he faltered and tears rose. Cosmo and Wanda whimpered in sympathy.

"She what? Threw you a party?" his mother said.

"Is that what you think happened?" he gasped.

"She threw you a party, you two bonded, and you wound up falling asleep in her arms," his father said.

"That's exactly what she said."

"She lied to you!" he shrieked. "She didn't throw me a party! She, she, she-"

He couldn't choke it out and Wanda nipped his ear affectionately. Timmy swallowed hard. "She raped me."

There was a long pause. Poof whined, inching down along Timmy's body so he could lie close to his brother's heart. Cosmo and Wanda covered Timmy's cheeks with affectionate nips and he removed them from his shoulders to hug them to his chest along with Poof. They looked up at him, wanting to speak but knowing they must be silent in another human's presence. Their eyes were huge and he kissed them atop their heads.

Then his parents started laughing. Timmy dropped his faeries in shock and they crashed to the floor amid angry squawks. Cosmo and Wanda screeched, more amazed than pained, and flew up to roost on his shoulders again. Poof inched along Timmy's pant leg and rejoined his parents after staring at his brother, as if unwilling to accept he'd accidentally dumped him on the floor. Despite their rejoining him, he ignored them.

He blanched, skin crawling, and his stomach clenched. He remembered Vicky standing over him while he was naked and rushed to the sink to vomit. His knees buckled and Cosmo and Wanda cried out again, as he fell over onto the floor. With an effort, using the fridge to prop himself up, he dragged himself over to the sink and there he stayed, his whole body shaking. His teeth chattered and distress rose off in waves from his faeries.

His parents stared at each other.

"Timmy, what did I say about eating too many sweets?" his mother said.

"Vicky raped me and you're going to tell me to stop pigging out?" he choked. Wanda snarled and shifted her weight on his shoulder.

"There's no way Vicky could have done anything like that," his mother said. "She's a nice sweet girl."

"Now, if you asked me, I'd say Tootie would do it," her father said. "She's the one who's in love with you, and she's a bit crazy."

"Vicky drugged my food, carried me up to my room, and had her way with me," he said, too ill to do anything but cling to the sink and hope the world stopped spinning. Faerie dust settled onto his shoulders and tickled his nose, but he didn't sneeze. It wasn't uncommon for his clothing to be coated in dust nowadays, no matter how much washing it received.

"Are you sure you haven't been eating too much before bed?" his mother suggested.

"Now, listen to me, Timmy," his father said. "I know you've told us some pretty outrageous stuff about Vicky before, but you really shouldn't lie."

Cosmo and Wanda screeched again and took to the air, angrier than he had ever seen them before. Poof stared at his parents, who launched themselves at Timmy's parents and, bleating furiously, pecked at them and drew blood. Their newfound loathing weakened Timmy's grip and he collapsed onto the floor again.

His parents flapped their hands at Cosmo and Wanda and, to Timmy's severe disturbance, his mother succeeded in smacking Wanda in the face. Poof screeched too, ready to leave Timmy and defend Wanda, and Timmy grabbed him to hold him steady. He didn't need his god brother struck too.

"Control your birds!" his mother snapped.

"Come back, you guys," he said and, reluctantly, snapping her beak one last time in exasperation, Wanda returned. Cosmo satisfied himself drawing another deep cut in Mrs. Turner's right upper arm for hitting Wanda and settled on Timmy's shoulder. Poof whined and Wanda nuzzled him, cuddling him under her wing.

"I'm not lying," he said and stared at his parents. "I swear. I'll swear on anything you want. Vicky took advantage of me."

"I'm sorry, Timmy, but there's no way she could have," Mrs. Turner said. "Not a loving, sweet girl like Vicky."

"She's a bitch!" he screamed. "She did horrible, unspeakable things to me and you won't even take the word of your son, your flesh and blood? You gave birth tome! I'm asking you, for once in your lives, to look me in the eye and trust me on this!"

"Hmm, well…" his father said. "He does make a good point. He is our son."

"But we've been giving Vicky our money for years," his mother said. She winced at the gash Cosmo had inflicted and ran to grab some paper towels to staunch the flow. Quietly, Cosmo chuckled darkly in his ear.

Timmy stared at his godparents, who had returned to acting like birds who weren't going to murder his biological parents.

"Yeah, and if she was abusing you, wouldn't you have said anything?" his father said.

"I did!" Timmy said, stomping his foot. "I kept telling you, and you wouldn't listen to me. And my friends told you. And you didn't listen to them. And you saw Tootie crying after Vicky tormented her, and you didn't listen to her. Even if you didn't believe me about all of that, about the years Vicky's made my life hell, I'm just asking you, please please please listen to me when I tell you she did this."

It was the politest he'd ever been to his parents and silence resumed. They frowned and Timmy hung his head. Cosmo and Wanda nipped his hair and Poof rubbed his head against Timmy's hand.

"I don't know, Timmy…" his father said.

"Can we have a minute to discuss this?" his mother said. They walked out of the kitchen without waiting for Timmy's approval and he sank low to the floor. Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof shifted to their normal forms and hovered above him.

"Sweetie, are you all right?" she whispered. "You're scaring us."

"The last time I saw you fall over that many times was when you got hit in the groin during gym," Cosmo said.

"I wish my mouth tasted better," he said and they waved their wands, providing him a magical breath mint. It was citrus flavored and he sucked it on it gladly. His godparents descended, resting in his lap, and Poof sat atop his parents' hair to hug Timmy about the neck. He hugged them back, wishing he didn't feel like he was about to keel over.

"Hello, Timmy," a familiar voice said and Timmy almost threw up again. He swallowed and his godparents tensed.

"No, no, don't," he pleaded.

"Talking to your numerous pets, I see," Vicky said and grinned at him. He threw up again, this time mostly bile, and his strength gave out. He gasped on the floor and sensed his faeries move, but not where they had gone. Vicky picked him up and smiled.

"You realize no matter what you say, they'll never listen to you," she said. "They will never believe you over me, because I'm the golden child compared to you. I-"

Wanda screamed, having shifted into a hawk and dove straight for Vicky's face. Vicky howled, batting off her and now Cosmo and Poof, who were vicious in their onslaught. Timmy's heart thudded painfully and Vicky growled, punching the air and thankfully missing his godparents. It seemed Wanda was heading the frenzied attack, because they'd move only after she started. Vicky grabbed a teapot on the stove and flung it about, trying to hit one of them. Cosmo and Poof jumped up, Wanda ducked low, and the teapot slammed into Wanda, sending her flying into the cupboard. Timmy choked and, forgetting they were birds now, Cosmo and Poof screamed.

"Wanda!" he yelped.

"Mama!" Poof cried.

"Oh, so they can talk," Vicky smirked. She dropped the teapot back on the stove and Timmy's parents came back in. Wanda groaned and Timmy forced himself mobile, slithering along on his stomach until he was beside her. Her eyes were glazed and the back of her head was bleeding. Faerie blood sparkled on the cupboard and he swallowed again, trying to keep from throwing up a third time. Cosmo and Poof immediately flocked to Timmy's side and Cosmo steadied her with his wings.

"Timmy's cruel birds were attacking me," Vicky said. "He's been doing such awful things since I've left him. I think you need to bring me around again more often. After all, he missed me so much after the last time I babysat him."

"I don't know…" Mr. Turner said. "Timmy seemed pretty insistent that you'd hurt him."

"Did he?" Vicky glared and Timmy cradled his godparents again. Wanda reached for her wand within his front pocket.

"He was going on about you raping him and that you'd drugged his food," Mrs. Turner said. Vicky shot Timmy an incredibly dirty look.

"He stayed up late watching TV and must've dreamed the whole thing," she lied. "I'd never hurt Timmy. Never. I love him as if he were my own flesh and blood."

"Makes me kinda scared for Tootie," Cosmo muttered.

"Someone has to be telling the truth here," Mr. Turner hesitated.

"It's me!" Timmy said. "Listen to me! Me, your son, your 'precious gift from above', and the one you've loved for years even if you're never around. It's me. I'm telling the truth."

"But your son's never done well in school," Vicky countered. "And he's always lied to you about something or another. Take those weird goldfish in his room. They've lived for years and do you see the way he treats his pets? Plus, he's been really jumpy and miserable the last couple weeks- clearly a sign he's hiding something. And me, I'm always bright and sunny, ready to help you and show you how much I appreciate your trusting me with your precious Timmy."

She grabbed him and hugged him. Timmy threw up again, feeling like a pathetic kitten, and Wanda pecked Vicky's arm to release her grip on Timmy. Vicky dropped him on the floor and glared hatefully at Wanda, who glared just as hatefully back.

"You can't believe him anyway," Vicky said. "He's clearly sick. Why don't I tuck him into bed and we can discuss things?"

"He seemed pretty desperate…" his mother said and his parents exchanged a look.

"But if you're sure he's just coming down with something…" his father said.

"No!" Timmy gasped. "Vicky's the liar. My birds are trying to protect me!"

"Don't be ridiculous," his mother said. "Go ahead and bring him up to bed, and then come back down here and we can talk."

Vicky carried Timmy up the stairs and he waited until his parents were out of earshot before whispering to his godparents.

"I wish Vicky were banned from going anywhere near this house ever again," he whispered. A giant cloud formed and whisked Vicky away. Timmy's parents jerked, startled by the cloud, and Wanda shifted into a duplicate Vicky, except for the bright pink hair and eyes. Timmy relaxed in her arms and she held him carefully, as befitted someone who had thrown up three times within ten minutes. Wanda might be wearing Vicky's clothes, but she'd never hurt him.

"Sorry, had to stop to, uh, fix my hair," Wanda lied.

"Weird, it looks positively pink now," his father said. "Carry on, then."

"Don't forget to come back down when you're done," his mother said.

She carried him to his room and tucked him into bed. He moaned, grabbing her wrist, and she hugged him.

"Cosmo and Poof can stay with you," she whispered. "It'll be all right, honey. We won't let anything happen to you ever again."

"I told them the truth," Timmy whispered, feeling like something irreparable had broken within him. "They laughed. They believed Vicky. Why, Wanda? Why?"

"Because they're not really your parents, the way we are," Cosmo said, startling Wanda and Timmy.

"I hate to say this, because I've always held my tongue about your parents, but…" she frowned. "I think Cosmo may be right. I don't think they love you the way we do."

"I'm not sure…" Cosmo faltered.

"Yes?" Timmy pressed.

"I'm not sure they love you at all…" he said so quietly, Timmy thought he must've been mistaken. Then he saw Wanda hug Cosmo, and knew, with a sick sensation, she agreed. Not only that, but part of him did too.

His faeries were more his family than his actual parents.

"What am I supposed to do?" he croaked.

"I'll take care of Vicky," Wanda said. "In the meanwhile…drink this. You'll feel better."

She conjured up a pink potion bottle and handed it to him. Cosmo's words echoed in his mind and if he hadn't already depleted everything in his stomach, he might've repeated the experiment. As it was, he watched Wanda disappear and leaned back against the pillows.

"I'm not sure they love you at all…"

"It looks like I'm your babysitter, sport, so what do you want to do first?" Wanda said. She beamed at him and he sighed.

"It looks like he wants to stare at the wall and play the not study game," Cosmo said. "Do you wanna count the dust motes on the ceiling?"

"Sweetie, you have our word Vicky will never come near this house again," she said and settled on the bed beside him. She shifted into human form and cradled him against her chest. Cosmo and Poof did the same, with Poof curling up on Timmy's lap and Cosmo hugging Timmy from his right (Wanda on his left). Timmy felt so weak; he could barely lift his head to look at his godparents. Wanda conjured up a glass of water for him to drink and propped his head up.

"But that's not good enough," he said.

"Timmy…" Wanda hesitated. "The only reason we're allowed to attack Vicky is because of what she did to you. Jorgen doesn't really advocate hurting humans."

"And Wanda hates violence," Cosmo said. He reached across Timmy to cup his wife's cheek and she beamed at him. Timmy smiled.

"You guys even love each other more than my parents do," he said.

"We've been together for a lot longer," Wanda said.

"And we're Bonded," Cosmo said.

"I don't know what that means," Timmy said.

"Don't worry about it," Wanda said. Timmy finished his glass of water and she sent it away from whatever nebulous corner it had appeared. Timmy never really pondered that. She stroked his hair, sodden with sweat, and he relaxed in her arms. Cosmo and Wanda had always loved him more than his real parents.

"I wish there was a way you could be my real parents," he said. "And Poof my real brother."

Cosmo and Wanda glanced at each other and then, for the first time he noticed buzzing around his head, like a radio turned very low. They continued to confer and Poof looked up at Timmy. He smiled at him and then poked him in the stomach.

"Hey!" Timmy complained.

"Poof," Wanda murmured, "don't do that."

"What are you and Dada talking about?" he said.

Instead of replying, Wanda gently placed Timmy's head back on the pillow and she and Cosmo switched into faeries, conjured up Da Rules, and started leafing through it. Poof rolled his eyes and relaxed on Timmy's stomach, which was still sensitive. He shoved Poof off and Poof grinned, an impish gleam in his eyes. He pounced on his brother and Timmy started, both because of Poof's sudden playfulness and because the phone had rang.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey, twerp," Vicky said and Timmy's stomach clenched again. He groaned.

"I just thought I'd let you know I'm onto you," she said, full of malicious glee. "I know there's something weird going on with you and your pets, and I'm going to put a stop to it."

"There's nothing going on with my pets," he said. Sweat trickled down his forehead. "You're delusional."

"Am I?" she taunted. "I know they aren't normal, twerp. And I know they're protecting you. Not for long."

"You can't do anything to them," he sneered.

"Can't I?" she said. "How brave would you be then, little Timmy Turner, if I took away your precious pink, green, and purple pets? Just like magic."

Timmy spat up more bile and Wanda waved her wand to remove it. Floating near him, she gave him a peculiar look- Vicky wasn't talking loud enough to be audible, and she and Cosmo were in the dark. Then again, Cosmo was habitually in the dark about most things.

"Ha, let's see how great your protectors are once I'm done with them," Vicky scoffed. She hung up and Timmy's hand shook too badly to put the phone back on the hook. Cosmo did it for him and his faeries stared at him. Timmy curled into a tight ball and hugged his knees.

"I think I'm gonna be sick again," he whimpered.

"Who was that?" Cosmo asked. He grinned. "Your teacher with grades?"

"Vicky…" he muttered. Cosmo and Wanda tensed.

"Did she threaten you?" Wanda growled.

"I'll-I'll-!" Cosmo choked.

"She said…" he swallowed hard. "She said she's onto you guys, and she'll take you away from me."

"I'd like to see her try," Wanda snarled.

"She sounded serious…" he said and collapsed onto the bed. Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof hugged him.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she said. "No one will ever hurt you again."

"Yeah, and if anyone even tries, they'll be sorry!" Cosmo said.

Timmy twisted his neck to look at his godmother, who wore a feral smile.

"I'll keep an eye on things in Dimmsdale. Don't you worry."

He didn't want to admit it, but the smile scared him almost more than Vicky had.