Chapter Four: Reverse Rebirth

We find out more about "The Fusion...and how it is effecting Timmy bit by bit, body and soul.

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Quote:

"MOST blessed one, how can I let thee go?
Canst thou forswear the nightingale its tune--
Stay the young sea from following his moon--
Bid hyacinth put out her blue light? Oh,
Thou art not mine but Me! and being so
How canst thou bid my year stop short of June,
Or hold my feet from following thine so soon,
Or bid me build on Heaven's overthrow?
Nay, how can I put off thy presence? Where
Should my soul serve without thy sanctities?
I kneel beside thee, I who am a child
In thy man's hand, cling to thee spent and wild
Until my face is hidden in my hair,
And I fall weeping, weeping, at they knees! "

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(Darkness POV)

It had been two full days.

And it was almost time.

I could hardly wait. I grew impatient at every agonizing second.

Timmy had been melting into me, just as I had been melting him like two waves of warm streams rushing into each other other.

Timmy's skin was so much paler now. I knew it had to be a side effect of my nature....plus, the fact that I've had to keep him alive in my core-

which would normally crush any human into a crumpled mess, like one that has been in the deepest bowels of the indigo waves....I had to shield

the child from the immense nature.

My immense nature.

It was so overwhelmingly dark and cold-the darkness of my loneliness and agony I had endured since I began.

Which was eternally on and on....

I revolve around the Light longingly, but I may only have a drop of its essence in me, even as Light unwillingly cradles me, and carries a stain of

my corruption.

Forever we dance, forever we struggle, forever we recieve no conclusion.

Should such a thing happen, the world would pretty much end-as Robert Frost says, in ice and flame.

So I must have my essence sealed forever to the little one.

I deserved my light. The Light already recieved the taint it had been lonelily pleading for.

It was my time.

For my own requiem of innocence.

Using the currents of my own dark soul, I brushed against Timmy's soft face, while he shuddered slightly.

My protection could only go so far. His dreams were sweet and true.....fair enough for him to not wake, however.

Not only is he paler, but his shorts and night T-shirt were midnight colored now. His eyelids are strangely recieving a bluish tint.

Truth be told, I believe it rather suits him. His perfect little figure was becoming more elfish, in a simple, but tastefully elegant form.

I PRAY he does not wake....he would feel so distressed.

It would be bad enough when Timmy woke in the final stages of the ritual, and he would feel me gliding into him, just as I would feel the child

become me.

The terror would only last for a few seconds....but I wish to avoid causing him unnecessary discomfort.

And besides....if Timmy woke, I would have to start all over...and we could not have that, could we, little one?

MY little one.

(Timmy POV)

Thoughts were moving in a dream like haze....and so rapidly that I couldn't catch up....

Vicky was fired....

Crocker sacked....

There was Trixie.....

...and my parents chost to stay beside me.

Like my god family.

It should be heaven.

It FEELS like it.....

And yet.....

I don't like things to be too good to be true.

It usually means I'm in for a lot of pain.

Was I in heaven?

Or was I in my greatest hell?

Mark.

Crocker.

Dark Laser.

Mr and Mrs Turner.

Vicky.

Chester.

AJ.

Poof, Jorgan, Cosmo, Wanda.............

"Ohhhhh...." sang Cosmo happily as he was charging his wand.

"I danced in the meadows,

Like a happy little elf.

I drank from a pond and hate a mushroom-

And now I've soiled myse-"

"COSMO! WOULD IT KILL YOU TO STAY FOCUSED?!"

Wanda's hair was tied back, and was busy trying to pick a black outfit.

"Hmmm....which one makes me look cute AND feroiciously angry?"

"I'd go with the Mom look, Wanda dear," commented Mom, looking in the mirror.

"No better way then to look pretty or like a reckless terror!"

"You're right! I-"

"For heaven's sakes," snapped Jorgan, readjusting his wand's capacitator.

"YOU CAN HAVE A FASHION SHOW LATER! WE NEED. TO GET. GOING. NOW!"

Cosmo blinked.

"Uh....why are you becoming monosyllabalic?"

Jorgan was busy looking at his pants.

"Do these make my bottom look big? I-oh...."

"What IS this....fusion thingy?" snapped Vicky, reaching for her artillary with a frown.

"It is what WE are, dearest-Ow, ow, OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Vicky had struck Mark straight in the jaw. Jorgan sighed.

"Oookaaay....I'm only going to explain this ONCE. And in Flashback mode so everyone gets what I mean. Fine?"

"Fine." A chorus of voices answered.

"Very well, then....."

"You're familiar with Ying and Yang, correct?"

"Oooh! Do you mean the hippie symbol?"

"No, You dolt! It means darkness and light coexist with each other."

Wanda rolled her eyes.

"Well, duh-EVERYONE knows THAT."

Jorgan groaned.

"YES. I know that, Miss Point out the Obvious a lot. I was talking about how it represents the ancient Chinese understanding of how things work."

Jorgan glared at them all for a moment.

"The outer circle represents "everything", while the black and white shapes within the circle represent the interaction of two energies, called

"yin" (black) and "yang" (white), which cause everything to happen. They are not completely black or white, just as things in life are not completely

black or white, and they cannot exist without each other. You will notice that even those with good intentions in life are one point or another are

corrupted SOMETIME.

Just like those with dark hearts can do a good deed. Which is how we recieve ying and yang!"

Silence. Dad raised his eyebrows.

"Great......Cosmo, can you turn Dinkleberg into a-"

"I'm not finished yet! Don't you understand what kind of danger the Chosen One is in now?!"

Chester raised an eyebrow.

"But....I thought the Darkness only wanted Timmy as a buddy," he objected.

"Not anymore! It wants more! It wants the Chosen One FOREVER!"

Dad paused.

"Really?"

And then he spewed the coffee he'd been sipping all over.

"WHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT????!"

"Exactly," snapped Jorgan, now wiping his face with a dishrag.

"That is the art of the Infusion.....no matter of magic, even the three wands-Can work to untie the knot. Whatever is sealed to you will become

your very being-which is why it's such a nasty trick. If we were to attack the Darkness with Timmy bonded, Turner would get hurt as well....if not

worse."

"Whoa, whoa-hold the phone here...." said Trixie with a frown.

Her eyes widened in horror.

"ARE YOU SAYING THAT THE DARKNESS WANTS TO MERGE TIMMY INTO HIM?!"

Jorgan let out an exasperated sigh.

"Yes, human girl, IT DOES. And it's been two and a half days! If we don't go NOW, Turner will-"

A nasty pause. Mark jumped up.

"WELL, THEN, DUDES AND DUDETTES, LET'S GO ALREADY!"

There were calls of approval and agreement. But Wanda jumped up.

"Wait a second!" Wanda looked frantically around.

"Where's Cosmo?"