Treating a Lady

I have returned.

Hoped you liked the last chapter. Though, apparently, you guys are kind of divided on that one joke with the bulldog.

Whelp, time to return to that hot, and steamy, lemony goodness.

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"...Huh?" was all the redhead could say, much less do, in the presence of her, now, older and much bigger charge.

Timmy looked down at Vicky with an unforgiving leer, holding her gaze with an irritated glare. To make matters more intense, his entire face felt as if it were on fire. The pressure at which his blood was flowing, above his neck, was also astounding. If one were to look a little closer, they might have found a vein proudly protruding from his forehead. It was almost unbearable to be this angry, to withhold this aggression. He almost wanted to splash himself in cold water, seemer down and releave the heat and pressure.

But, at the same time, he felt that it all was so right. He wanted to dive deeper into this furnace inside of himself, to be caught within the fire. However, he couldn't tell if it was from anger...or something else.

"We need to have a little talk," Timmy turned around and nodded his head towards the upper end of the stairs. "My room, now."

He took a step to his right, giving Vicky room to move past him while herding her towards the stairs. Once he had released her, however, he had closed his eyes in an attempt to lock all of that fire inside of himself. While one side of him felt that this level of anger was deserved, another side told the teen to keep it in check. As much as he rather not think back on the events of the night before, he'd already admitted that he had already gotten himself into this situation because he didn't think things through. Now, with his elbow against the wall and his hand his head, he took a moment of silence to gather his senses and retain his wits.

This feeling of fury was somehow her fault, that much was for certain. It didn't feel right to just aimlessly go blaming other people, but he could've swore that these blistering emotions were centered around her. His case of insomnia throughout the entire night, daydreaming of her in his class, and that idiot Winston-OOH, Winston. If ever there was a guy, besides Remy, that Timmy wanted demolish in the most...Vicky approved way possible, it was Winston Dunsworth! When he first saw the Dunsworth guy, he had immediately become suspicious of the british teenager. But, it wasn't until he had started to converse with Vicky that Timmy's blood began to boil. Who did that guy the he was, Chip Skylark?! If Turner ever caught him any near his house again, he'd-

"No, it's not him," Timmy's mind had caught up with his inner rampage and began to organize his thoughts. As much as he really, really disliked Winston at the moment, he had never really hated the guy before. No, he had to stay focus on what was really causing him to go haywire. This was Vicky's fault, he was certain that she had something to do with it. Just thinking of her name caused his hair to stand on end like some beast sensing danger and aggression. Course, there was the possibility that this older body came with a few more secrets that he didn't notice before. It probably had a newly updated manual, from his ten year old self, that he should consider reading.

But there was no doubt that it was mainly because he was reacting to her. Now, they would settle this, all of it.

Once he felt a little more focused on his objective than before, the teen let out a sigh to get rid of tension. Opening his eyes, he was ready to walk off to his room so he, and Vicky, could have their talk and get to the bottom of the issue. But then he realized the error he made when he didn't bother to check if she obeyed him.

Still standing with her back against the door, Vicky watched him from the corner of her eyes.

"Huh?"

So much for keeping his cool, it was a wonder that his head didn't explode. As it was, a vein almost popped as he grinding his teeth together. He couldn't open his mouth without shouting at the top of his lungs, so he didn't bother to say anything at all. Instead, he let his actions speak for him. Reaching over to the redhead, Timmy grabbed his babysitter by her wrist and pulled her towards him. As soon as she was close enough, he let go of the hand, and dipped forward until his shoulder was against her stomach. Then he wrapped his arm around the back of her knees and scooped her up in one bit, throwing the girl over his shoulder like a bag.

Vicky, who had been motionless up until now, was finally starting to regain her senses. The shock from seeing her charge as a teenager had left her so dumfounded she could hardly create a reaction. His words went through one ear and right out the other, completely unregistered in her mind. But now, after touching him and learning that it wasn't an illusion that had sent Winston away, she felt as if she'd awaken. "Hey!" she started to struggle when he stood back up and began to carry her off. When Timmy refused to respond, the girl got angry. Her violent nature began to seep back into her being, and she was all to ready to act on it.

"I'm talking to you!" she elbowed him in the back of his head, hard. The boy stumbled as stars began to cloud his vision, almost loosing his footing altogether. Falling forward, he was lucky enough to at least have had his right foot in front of him when he got hit. His legs spread apart like lunge during an exercise warm up, but he caught himself before he could actually fall. Vicky, who had stopped struggling when she felt him falling, soon started kicking once again when it became evident that he wasn't going to tip over so she could escape.

The redhead was prepared to send another elbow to finish the job.

"Shut up!" Timmy's own seething anger had a little outburst as he swatted her rear. The slap echoed throughout the room, followed by the drowning silence. Vicky became quiet, and her body went rigid, as she suddenly halted in her struggle. Timmy, who couldn't see her face, could feel her reaction in the silence. When he regained his footing, he gave his right shoulder a little shake to gauge her current attitude. She was stiff, and a bit edgy, but Timmy could tell that she wasn't going to give him anymore trouble.

"...Good."

So, with his babysitter slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he started off for his room again. Now that Vicky had become submissive, Timmy thoughts were a little more free for him to think. Like, what exactly was he going to say to her once inside. He wasn't exactly sure of how he was going to handle this, much like yesterday, his ten year old self had already set off without a completely thought out plan. He wasn't stupid, just very lacking in focus. But that was probably because he was still tired from the lack of sleep. It was irritating and constantly nagging at him, he wished that he had just followed his original plan and tried going to sleep. Surprisingly, though, the fatigue he felt from before had diminished greatly. He was much more alert, it hardly felt like he needed to sleep at all.

Carrying Vicky up the stairs wasn't tiring in the least bit, for, like both of the other women in her house, she hardly weighed anything to Timmy. In fact, he'd almost forgotten that she was still there. The evil redhead had become so quiet, that he felt a sudden urge to check and make sure she was still there. Turning his head to left, he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. Facing the opposite direction he was, Vicky waited meekly as her captor took her to the second floor. Her eyes wide open as her mouth clamped down and was sealed shut. But, what Timmy noticed right off the bat the deep blush on her face. He thought his cheeks were burning early, but they simply could not compare to what he was seeing. The boy guessed that seeing her weak, little twerp suddenly become some strong, adolescent teenager was a lot for her to handle all at once.

That, and there was also the fact that he had slapped her butt...

Timmy took a good, long look at his left hand as it suddenly felt like it was getting electrocuted from the memory. Originally, aside from picking her up, he wasn't planning to lay a hand on a single hair on her head. But, even though he had just reacted, he had absolutely no intention of touching her there. Now that he thought about it, he also had no intention of being pressed this close to her. It took a moment for it to register in his mind, but Vicky's body had basically been thrust against him. The towel, which hugged her loyally, made it easy for Timmy to described her form. While she was wet, his jacket prevented him from absorbing the moisture. However, at the same time, he was still able to feel the vibrant heat from her warmth. Plus, his right hand, which wasn't as free as the left, was being used to hold her legs and keep Vicky from falling. Her skin was slightly damp, to his touch, and most smoothed out. It almost was a surprise that she felt nothing like the battle hungry, warmonger that he knew she was.

Yet he'd already learned that, last night. Another thing he'd noticed about her was the smell, a strange and intoxicating cocktail of her favorite bathing product and natural scent. That was also another thing Timmy learned about his new self, the ability to distinguish her real scent from anything else. Quite a strange thing to have on hand, almost as strange as his continuously rising temperature. As he become more and more aware of Vicky on his shoulder, the hotter he became. Timmy started to shake his head as certain thoughts started to be born in mind again. Attempting to rid himself of them before they could cause him anymore hassle.

Some movement caught his eye, and he saw that Vicky had turned back her head to look at him. Unexpectedly, for either of them, the two met eyes with one another for a second. Then, in response, they both turned away quickly as Timmy shoved his left hand in his pocket.

Finally, they reached the door to his room. It was already opened, slightly, so he only had to use his foot to kick it open. Stepping inside, he made his way to the bed. Looking over to his left, he saw Cosmo and Wanda's empty bowl. Before, when he made the wish, he asked them to leave before heading downstairs. He wasn't yet ready to tell them of issues he was having, and didn't think it would've been a good idea to deal with Vicky and his godparents at the same time. A little privacy was going a long in his head.

Once he was near the bed, he leaned over to set the girl down. Vicky had clung to his shoulder with her body, afraid that he might drop her. However, instead of getting angry at her resistance, Timmy acted with patience and gently coaxed her into letting go. Finally, after a minute of waiting, Vicky slid off of him and landed on the bed. Sitting on her knees, she watched as the new teenager stepped back and reared to his full height.

Finally able to breath properly without the distractions, Timmy inhaled a heap of fresh air. And then he exhaled all of his hesitation. Looking down, he met eyes with Vicky. The redhead, however, was trying to avoid looking him in eyes as much as possible, suddenly finding the wall to her right more interesting than the walking phenomenon in front of her. Timmy remained silent as she refused to look at him, taking his time to size her up. Her eyes were wide open in shock and astonishment, while her face was rosy from cheek to cheek. She seemed to be more conflicted than he was, caught between acknowledging his existence and ignoring it. And who could blame her, logic and common sense would tell anyone that kids don't grow up this fast. Even Timmy was starting to wonder if this was really a good idea, at least, on the night before, one could confuse him for nothing more than their imagination. This was a bold step to be taking, the consequences wouldn't be anything less than dire.

Vicky shuddered under his hawk like gaze, the sensation of his eyes against her body made her feel more naked than she already was. Timmy, however, mistook this for something else. Scratching his chin as a thought occurred to him, he started to move above her as he took a step closer. Vicky instinctively leaned back as he came closer, their, two, personal spaces merged even further with one another. Alas, she was not quick enough as his arms suddenly swung out towards her and his shadow engulfed her. Bracing herself, Vicky closed her eyes as she waited for whatever he had planned. She was shocked, however, to feel something wrap around her. When she opened her eyes again, the redhead saw that, instead of forcing himself upon her, Timmy had placed her inside of his letterman jack. It was spacious, warm, and even came with the slight scent of the adolescent teenager. Vicky's hands acted on their own clenched the jacket, pulling it closer as she griped it. Looking back up, she watch as Timmy, now in a short sleeved pink t-shirt, stepped back to give her some room. The boy took a single finger and scratched his slightly, pink cheek as he watched her.

Vicky reached out a hand and touched his abdomen, then she said "...You're real."

It wasn't exactly a question, but Timmy nodded anyway to confirm her discovery. Vicky pulled her hand back, quickly, as new realization dawned upon her.

Suddenly, the redhead spranged, right from her kneeling position, up towards Turner. In an instant, she had wrapped her slender arms around his neck while throwing herself on him. Timmy, though surprised, was already on edge and too tensed to be caught completely unaware. However, catching all of her without budging was a little to much for him hope for. As soon as he grabbed hold of her lower back, all of Vicky's momentum became his own. Try as he might, even his new strength couldn't handle the sudden burst of energy. Before his toes lifted from the floor, and the boy shifted onto his heels, he already knew that he wasn't going to be able to keep standing. Yet, before he went back any further, he turned as he accidentally spun himself, and Vicky, around on the heel of his foot, doing a complete one-eighty degree turn before he landed on the bed.

"Oof," Timmy felt the puff of air rush out of him, his lungs squeezed as new weight had been added to his chest. He had just a second of rest before he could feel the shifting of his babysitter on top of him. Vicky rubbed her cheek against his as she nuzzled him gently. Timmy could feel the tip of her noes lightly tickle the side of his face as she lead herself towards his own. Then, once she gave him an eskimo kiss, she placed her lips tenderly against his pair and performed a real one. Once she left him, she smiled lightly to him. Timmy, too stunned for words, could only watch as she flipped her switch and became so different from the evil witch he thought he knew so well. But, when she tried to repeat the process, skipping straight to the kiss, Timmy rose from underneath, and moved backwards away from, her. In turn, Vicky slid down to floor, and looked back up, towards Timmy, in confusion.

"Don't even try to start that mess!" he manage to squeak as his face blushed furiously. Vicky blinked, not exactly understanding what he meant. When Timmy caught sight of her innocence, he knew that he couldn't hold her gaze for more than a second. Immediately, he turned his head away to find something else to focus on, that wall Vicky was looking at, when he set her down on the bed, suddenly became fascinating. His mind reeled as certain thoughts came to his attention, causing himself to have inner conflictions. He tried to silence them "Darn it, stop looking at me like that. You're making this a whole lot more difficult than it has to be." But ultimately, he could not avoid the idea of Vicky being cu-

"Sorry," he heard a small voice in the room, followed by the addition of some weight to his lap. Timmy became vexingly curious, and turned back to see just what Vicky was doing. The girl had rested her head on his lap, seemingly going to sleep. A little smile appeared on her lips, and lightly said "This is enough for me, right now."

"...O-oy," Timmy was having a hard time of retorting against her as she peacefully sat there. Her ponytail had fallen over his hand, and so he pulled it back. However, Vicky could, apparently, feel this and let out an enjoyable sigh as his fingers ran through her hair. Turner was at a lost of what to do in this predicament. One moment he was just so mad, and, now, he couldn't even lift a finger. Seeing her, enjoy his presence, left him feeling like the stump of a once mighty tree. He let a sigh escape into the room to express his exhaustion from just thinking about it.

But then, he remembered why he had brought her to his room in the first place. It may not have returned his anger, but he could feel his determination rise again.

"Vicky?" he place a hand on her shoulder as he tried to get her attention. The redhead slowly opened her eyes, returning from the half nap as she heard her name. "We need to talk about some things."

"Mmm?" she rubbed an eye while as she looked up. "About what?"

"About..." he paused for a moment, gathering up the correct words to use. What was it, exactly, that he wanted to talk to her about. Was it Winston from a few minutes ago, his insomnia since last night, the event that took place between them last night? All of these things weighed heavily on his mind, and he felt as if each one should be addressed in this talk he wanted so badly. But each of them felt a little minor in comparison, or, rather, redundant and too similar to one another. They were all out of the ordinary and it made him feel as if he should be asking something else.

So, he tried just that. "About...this. Why are you acting this way? What's changed?"

"Hmm. Nothings changed," she smiled after seemingly giving some thought. "I'm just in love with you, that's all."

Oh, well if you put it that way "-EH?!" Timmy revealed the white of his eyes as shock over took him. He had heard...certain words being said the night before, but how could she just be so open. Vicky saw the look on his face, which could make any baby laugh, and giggled. The little laughter she made snapped him to attention, pushing him to assert himself. "Don't laugh, that's not funny at all, this is serious!"

"Yeah, you're right," she toned it down a bit. "But so am I."

"..." Timmy remained quiet as she looked up towards him with a new glint in her eye. He couldn't say it was the innocent and/or girly one by nature that Vicky had recently been showing to him. Instead, it was one that he was familiar with, but still found alien. It was a mischievous look in her eye that she held for him, much like the Vicky he'd known for two years. The kind she got when she found something amusing or beneficial, like a cat looking at a mouse. Yet, she was giving him this look with somewhat of a different drive. Almost like his daydream back at the end of class. Vicky rest her elbows on his lap, and her head in palms, giving him the look of a young girl helplessly caught under a spell.

"I. Love. You." She gave each word meaning and acknowledgement as she gazed at him. Timmy, however, was at a lost for words and could not respond. "Was that too strong?" she grinned. "Sorry, but I never thought I get a chance to confess, so I'm not holding back."

He shook his head, attempting to exercise the overcrowding voices in his mind. "No-just...No! That's impossible! You hate me, Vicky!"

The girl blinked, seemingly stunned by his words as if she could not believe what he just said. It was only for a second, but it gave Timmy an opening to push through.

"You chase me, humiliate me, torture me both physically and mentally," his voice became firm as he added to the list, his mind much more clear. "Above all, you scare me and enjoy making me miserable like it's candy. With all of that said, are you still going to tell me that the word 'hate' and my name don't go hand in hand for you."

Vicky turned away from him, refusing to look him in. "It's not like that. I just..."

Timmy listened to silence waiting for her to try and prove him wrong. When she didn't finish, he continued.

"See, you can't even deny the truth while keeping a straight face, and we all know good you are at doing that. Besides, if you really think that I can't figure out the obvious, I already know you've got somebody else waiting for you," Vicky's eyes widened when he mentioned Dunsworth. "So quit lying to me and go back to your boyfriend."

"Wait a minute, Winston isn't my boyfriend!" she exclaimed in great urgency.

"Oh, sure he isn't," Turner rolled his eyes as her words fell on deaf ears. "Your crush just happened to followed you from school, all the way here to my house, just so that you two could have a nice little conversation. I'd believe you, but, the last time I met Winston he turned out to be so shallow that he wouldn't bother with any girl unless he was serious about it. Not poking fun at you, just saying that it's ridiculously hard to believe that that spineless whelp at the door would walk all the way here unless he was serious about you. Nor would he go on and on about you being beautiful...to the point where he compares you to his adored hunt...calls you the work of an angle...places you above a miracle...and gets the nerve to ask you out on a dat-"

Suddenly, Timmy halted in his tracks, his face fell blank. He felt as if he had just woken up from a bad dream, so horrid that it played with him on an emotional level that, even when it was over and felt like a life time ago, it left scars that were easily traceable. It was as if someone had abruptly turned on the lights to a very dark room, and he was left waiting for his eyes to adjust to the brightness. Somehow, that statement had sounded a whole lot familiar than he meant for it to be. Like a double edged blade, who's maker was unfortunate enough to learn the dangers in using one, over stepped its expectations and cut deeper than intended. It was then that he noticed that he hadn't snapped out of it by himself. Vicky, who was mostly quiet, had placed a hand over his fist. Timmy blinked, seeing that he had unknowingly clenched his palm into an iron fist while his mind had been focused on Winston. The fist was woven so tightly together that he could feels his nail bighting into his hand, and, not to brag, he felt like a powerful oyster protecting his prized pearl.

That thought also made him blink, as he began to wonder what his pearl was.

"Um..." Vicky had brought Timmy's drifting mind back to its station, gaining his attention. The girl fidgeted beneath him, not exactly sure of which words to use when conversing with Turner. It was obvious that she wanted to ask him a question, but couldn't work up the nerve to ask him. "Did seeing Winston..." she paused again, unable to look straight at the boy. Her eyes shifted back and forth, unable to stay focused on him at first. When she finally was able to focus on the area around his chin, she asked "Are you jealous?"

A bolt of thunder echo throughout Timmy's head, flashing light from behind his eyes. His body was frozen solid and his mouth was gaping wide open, unable to move or respond. Though Vicky had not been looking directly at him, the sudden dilation of her eyes told him that she noticed his sudden change, and saw the truth splattered across his face. In a flash she had leaped on the mattress, to his side at the foot of the bed. Timmy, who had been paralyzed up until this point, had pulled back at her sudden movement as he tried to crawl backwards. He didn't get far, however, when she turned to him again. Eyes locked, Timmy became a deer caught in headlights, incapable of escape. Vicky, with a burning blush and mischievous grin, came closer, on her hands and knees. At first, one palm landed in between his knees, while another followed and was placed over his leg at the side of his hip. Like a lioness prowling over towards a harmless bunny, conquering and maintaining control of their shared space, the redhead had gain the advantage of height as she placed herself on top of him. Moving above Timmy like heaven above earth, clearly existent but untouchable and no contact. She had crawled over his leg, so, while her furthest knee was at his left hip, her left knee was placed an inch away from his groin. Her hands grabbed hold of the bed frame that his head rest on, and she used it hang herself above him.

When Vicky stopped moving, she left Timmy trapped beneath her. It felt like being stuck inside an invisible prison, the hard walls and iron bars weren't tangible, and, if any shred of logic had been left in his brain, it wasn't hard to see that if he struggled just a little bit he could easily escape. From a third party's point of view, the scene would've been slightly comical considering the difference in size. If Vicky was a graceful feline, then Timmy was a broad german shepherd in comparison to her. But the shear aura of her overbearing presence was enough to subjugate him, without even touching him once. She hovered above him, a weightless cloud on top of an indomitable bolder. And she was still leaning closer.

"Hey. Do you like your babysitter, Timmy?" Vicky smiled as Timmy's face burned bright red in front of her. This time, it was Timmy who refused to meet eyes with her. Turning his face away, he tried to ignore the redhead as it became impossible to face her. Turner felt as if hindsight were telling him he should've prepared for something remotely close to this question, but it still came out of no where and hit him like a ton of bricks. Vicky laughed lightly before coming even closer. She was already inches away from him, her body heat radiated against him and her scent covering his nostrils. As soon as her lips were mere centimeters from his ear, she sent shivers down his spine as she whispered "That's okay, I like you to."

A light kiss on his cheek, and the boy nearly had seizure.

"NO!" he snapped back at her a little louder than intended, and who could blame him. This was Vicky saying these things, if he were a machine, he should've self destructed by now because of the long list of errors he found in this scene. Vicky didn't take any offense, however, and smirked back playfully as she gave him a little more room. "That's not how it is at all."

"Oh?" her grin did not waver. "Then what's making you blush?

"Nothing..." he grunted in response.

"Are you sure? You look a little more pink than usual."

"Look, I said it's nothing so leave me alone, alrigh-" Timmy stopped, and turned away again.

"See something on me?" her amusement over his flustered state was as clear as ice. It was the lack of what was on her that made Timmy nervous: cloths. How was it that she could act so confidently, when the only thing she wore was a damp towel and his jacket. It was impossible, no, insane for him to think that anyone could have this attitude in such an embarrassing state. Especially when the one who was uncomfortable wasn't her, but him. As hard as he tried to keep from looking at the girl, he couldn't help but steal a few glances. Each time the boy looked, he saw his babysitter's form sculpted out before him more clearer than the last. Her image became more and more detailed in his mind with every passing second, and the seconds he spent giving her the slightest attention were the most brightest. "See something you like?"

Blast! The coy grin she had on her face told him that she had noticed his tiny peeking sessions towards her person. That's it, he had enough! Sealing his eyes shut, he blocked off any chance of actually looking at Vicky anymore. With his eyes closed, it was up to his ears to observe his surroundings. He could hear the light humor in her voice, followed by the almost silent breathing.

"Awe, you don't have to be shy. If it's you, I don't mind being looked at."

Vicky spoke in a way that made Turner think of a spider spinning it's web into existence. He could see it coming, her deadly trap was being layed out in front of him.

"Or, maybe, you're trying to imagine what's under this towel. Trying to undress me in your mind."

He thought his face couldn't get any hotter, and he was wrong. He thought that retreating to darkness behind his closed eyes would save him from furthur embarrassment, he was wrong. The idea that this couldn't get any worst, wrong.

"Do you do that often, have naughty daydreams about your evil, babysitter?"

His head hung in defeat, Timmy's posture admitted his truths to her questions. She was smiling at him, he knew it was so, as she had completely trumped him. Vicky had turned this entire interrogation back on him, forcing Timmy to loose his resolve and focus, playing her game that only she could win. Feeling like someone who had been cheated by a divine interception, he was lost as he became motionless. He should've known better than anyone that Vicky was easily the most manipulative person on earth. As soon as he let his guard down, she had him by the throat. Heck, even if he was being as alert as possible, it still wouldn't have mattered. Just like how his parents had been controlled like chess pieces, in her hand, so had he-

Turner's eyes flew wide open, filled with shock and new enlightenment. Vicky continued to grin at him, finding his astonishment to be hilarious. That is, until, he looked at her. Before, when he opened his eyes, it seemed like he wasn't focused on anything. But now, he was intently, glaring, directly at her. With a scowl, on his face, he looked down and muttered "..."

"What? What was that?" the redhead couldn't hear him.

"I said: Just. Go. Away." Each word was sounded out, and made crystal clear, but the look on the girl's face said that she could not believe what she just heard. Seeing her like this, only brought an even deeper scowl to Timmy's face, and so he added "Look, just grab your clothes, gets dressed, leave, and never come back. I don't want to see you, ever, so go find someone else to play with."

"...How can you say that?!" she nearly shrieked after a delayed response.

"Really, is that the best you could come up with?" Timmy's attitude was nonchalant. His eyes closed for a moment as he took a breath of fresh air. "Right, I'll answer that if it'll get you moving faster."

When he opened them again, he looked Vicky right in the eye. "You of all people should know why I would say that, to you. I could draw up a list of all the reasons why, and I would tell them to you if it didn't feel so cliche. After everything you've done to me, you'd think I would fall for your lies so that you could do it all again?" He chuckled at the look on her face and continued "Yeah, don't think I'm to stupid to see what's going on here. Even if I was, I've watched you do it a thousand times, in front of me, to my parents. Working your way in with sweet talk, and then playing them for fools. Tearing us apart and leaving what's left of me to rott. How can I say this to you? Well, up until now, I never would've dreamed of doing so. Not because I was afraid of you, but, because I knew you wouldn't care. So, I guess that the reason I'm opening my mouth up now is because your little trick is working, it almost sounds like you have a conscious right now." He grinned. "Sorry, but I won't be fooled anywhere past that. You can play with my life, pull the puppet strings on my mom and dad, spin the world on your finger like a basket ball, but...you will never control me like you do everyone else. I won't allow it, because, I know you, Vicky. And I will fight you at every turn I get."

The room became extremely quiet once he finished. Even his mind became empty and of all thought, having nothing of value or importance that could measure up to his words. Vicky was just as still in both body and mind. Maintaining his glare with her own, she really became a statue that was lifeless and yet filled with with so much insight at the same time. They stayed this way, for what seemed like minutes instead of a few seconds, until she made her move. Pulling her arm back, Vicky unleashed what was probably the most devastating punch Timmy would ever see in his life. Unlike the night before, even though Vicky had been in a better position, he wasn't able to follow its movement as it rocketed towards him. The only thing he could do was brace for impact, and, poorly at that because, the moment he flinched, it had already disappeared and connected.

CRACK!

The fist snapped like lightning when it landed. So fast and powerful, Turner couldn't even feel the pain that had accompanied it at first...actually, even after a moment of waiting, he still couldn't feel it. His eyes suddenly noticed something out of the ordinary from his left, something that had not been there before. Turner didn't need to look to tell that it was the fist, resting against the frame of the bed, to his side. But, he was still so confused as to why it missed himself. The answer came to him once he refocused his view on Vicky, who's demeanor had changed. The smile had been replaced by gritting teeth, the light blush was now furious, and her eyes, which had hosted a spark of playfulness, were leaking tears that glided across her face.

"You're a real twerp, you know that?!"

"...Wha-"

"I take it back, you're the worst nightmare ever!" she shouted. "I finally open up...and then you just have to ruin everything! You're so stupid...just...idiot...it's all your fault."

The boy's look of astonishment turned into a scowl which formed a snarl. "My fault? Okay maybe it's my fault that I came to your house in the middle of the night to get back at you for yesterday, I'll admit that. But it's because of you that I've been going crazy lately. What you did to me, that weird stuff in your room, is driving me insane. I can't sleep, even though I'm seconds away from passing out. Everytime I closs my eyes you're standing right there, mocking me. At this point, I feel like nothing short of therapy is going to come close to curing me. My fault?!"

The two glared daggers at one another.

"YOU'RE THE REASON THAT I'M RUINED LIKE THIS!"

Exhausted, they stopped to breath and replenish their minds with fresh oxygen. But, as his brain slowly regained its strength, Timmy's head felt like it contained the wave pool at a water park. He didn't realize it at first, but, when they screamed at one another, they had said the exact same thing. Word for word, their sentence had merged together so perfectly that he almost didn't hear her. It was like two sides of the same coin finding their equilibrium in a harmonic convergence. However, it wasn't just the words that matched one another, but the spirits that fueled them as well. In a brief moment, the boy felt something from Vicky, something that he would rather not imagine possible. And yet, he couldn't deny that for a second, he saw an emotion that compared to his own misery.

"What...What did you say?"

"Sniff...You're the reason that I'm ruined," she said behind closed eyes. "You think you're going crazy today? Well get back to me when you've tried to keep it together for two years straight."

His body went rigid, refusing to blink even once, as he inhaled sharply. "You..."

"When I first saw you, I thought you were a cute kid. Then I thought you were an adorable little angle. I started to wonder what you would be like when you were older, the things you would do with your life. Hobbies, likes, dislikes, etcetera. Sometimes, you would be around my age if not even older. And, then, I realized something," her tears flowed more freely. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you!"

Timmy remained quiet as he paid close attention.

"I've had a crush on you since the first day I met you. It was weird, no, it felt completely embarrassing for a fourteen year old me to fall for someone who was still afraid of cooties. Even now, while I'm sixteen, I can still count the number of birthdays you've had on my hands. And it's not like my feelings have gotten any better with time, no, spending nearly everyday from the past two years of my life around you has only made me worse. Because, I know that I can never have you. You're just a kid and I'm a freaking teenager, you're in elementary and I'm in senior high school. While you're chasing after shallow chicks like Trixie, or running from my little sister who's copying me, I can only dream about having you looking at me. Every now and then, I try to find a way to distract myself by getting a boyfriend who can make me forget about you. But they never work out. Winston is a complete snob, Ricky pulled a Vicky over me, and Gah didn't even last for one day. And what happens everytime after they leave? You're parents call me over, and put me right next to you!"

He flinched when she mentioned him, as if she saw something despicable in front of her.

"Whenever I'm not with you, I'm thinking of you. Yet, whenever I am near you I can only think about how rotten my luck is. In two more years, you'll become official jailbait for me, and then I'll have to wait for another six years until I can actually approach you. So for ten years, an entire decade, I'm doomed to wonder aimlessly with a ruined life before I can even try to be with you. Sure, I'm a little evil mixed with a bit psycho, and not the best person around. But a good chunk of that is because fate keeps using you to mock my pitiful existence, and I've resented you with a passion for making me feel this way," Vicky stopped, and stared at him hard.

Timmy could only sit there, and imagine what she was going through. In a way, it felt like their roles had been reversed this entire time.

When Vicky spoke again, her voice was softer. "But then...you showed up...like this. Something broke inside me, I felt like crying because I was sure that I had gone absolutely crazy. Yet, when you touched me, I knew that you weren't an illusion. Hell, even if you were, I didn't care because you were real enough for me. I wouldn't ask why, lord knows I should, so long as you could hear my voice when I said 'I love you'. And then you started granting one wish after another. Kissing me, touching me, and freeing me from all the pressure I was trapped under these past two years. Even when I woke up, and you weren't there, I didn't feel the same as I did before. I felt...happy. I thought that fate, which had been so cruel for making me fall for you, was telling me to hang in there, as if it understood how hard it was. Even if you were just a dream, I believed in you because you gave me strength. I thought that I could hold out for another eight years, if I could just remember that you, my one true weakness, were worth the wait."

She stopped again, this time wiping tears from her eyes. Suddenly, she pushed off of the bed frame and sat on her knees. It took Turner's brain a moment to realize that she was about to leave. He tried to get up, to try and stop her. However, she wouldn't allow it.

"But screw it, all of it!" she edge away from him. "Screw babysitting! Screw your parents money! And screw you! You're not worth it, you're not worth it at all-"

Vicky, trying to get off of the bed and away from Timmy at the same time, was unbalanced and fell forward. Quick as viper, Turner shot towards the falling girl and wrapped an arm around her. Stopping Vicky's descent, Timmy started to pull the redhead up when she began to struggle and try to escape from his hold. "Don't touch me you twerp!" she screamed at him. However, he ignored her and continued to quietly help the girl back up. Vicky, who's fury was already on the edge, didn't give him a second warning. Turning within his grasp, she threw her left fist into his face.

POW! This time, she didn't miss. The echo it made bounced back and forth across the walls, glowing within the silence. It had stopped Timmy from moving, causing him to halt as soon as it connected with his face. He became as still as a statue, his grip around her, however, did not slacken. A second passed, and Vicky finally decided to pull back her fist. Timmy's face was revealed, and it now hosted bruised lip. His eyes remained focused on hers.

"...I deserved that," he solemnly said. Vicky's face went blank with surprise, not expecting that response. She seemed to have lost the aggressive edge that she been holding onto, and returned to the innocent look from when she slept. However, this did not last long, and she snarled bitterly at him as she hit him again. This one was more of a snap, its power came from speed, and, as soon it connected, it disappeared quickly. Giving more of a whiplash. The effects took a moment to be seen, but a trickle of blood soon came from Timmy's mouth. "...That to."

Again, Vicky's suprise became evident on her face. It was quickly replaced as she gritted her teeth, but, instead of punching the boy in the face a third time, she aimed for his gut.

Now, it was Timmy's turn to be surprised, he wasn't expecting her to hit him in his stomach. But, it wasn't the new target Vicky chose that surprised him, nor was it that she had started to hit repeatedly with a broken rhythm. Instead, it was the lack power and drive that confused him. Each blow that she gave him did not contain the force of her much heavier ones. Neither were they precise or accurate, but jumbled and disorganized. As Turner tasted the salty iron of the blood in his mouth, he realized just who, in fact, was helpless.

Her head bowed down and touching the center of the boy's chest, Vicky cried silenlty and whimpered "Stop it...stop doing this to me. I can't even look at you anymore without breaking apart on the inside. It's too much..."

"...I'm sorry," Timmy brought his arms up and around her back, pulling Vicky closer. She allowed him to take her, submitting to his hold. Timmy brought her down, laying both of them back on the bed. Vicky, who's face was buried against his chest, continued to cry. And Timmy stayed there, holding her against his body as he tried to comfort her through his solid presence and small apologies.

After a while, Vicky went silent. Curious of her state, he moved slightly so that he could see her face more clearly. To his surprise, Vicky had fallen asleep in his arms a second time. The innocence returned, her tears had dried. She looked peaceful, almost as if she were having a nice dream like her mother and sister from the night before.

And Turner was completely fine with that, especially when a yawn erupted from his own mouth. His fatigue was returning, and sleep was starting to demand his attention. As his eyes fluttered back and forth, he felt helpless against his drowsiness. There was nothing he could do about it, and there wasn't anything he wanted to do about it. Closing his eyes, and using his jacket as a blanket for both of them, he allowed sleep to wash over him like a wave.

But not before he noticed something in his mind's eye.

Vicky had curled up into a ball as she was wrapped up in his arms, he could see it clearly. What's more, Timmy's bigger and bulkier body seem have accepted this as he brought her closer. It was funny, in a way, for it answered a question in his mind that he had thought of before.

Here he was, an oyster protecting his prized pearl.

Okay guys, here's the deal.

The chapter is too big...no, I'm serious. This thing is fucking HUGE!

Now, some of you have seen some of my other A/Ns in my other fanfics, for TimmyxVicky, where I basically say the same thing. Some of you even like the length, and I even see it as my trade mark of providing lots of content for you to enjoy. However, those chapters or one-shots are, at the most, 15k+.

Hell, my largest work-Timmy and Vicky Conquer the World, First Arc, Chapter 8, Enter the Void-has 15,779 words.

This: 22,340

You understand now? I can't do it, it's insane. I'm more likely to scare the shit out of someone than give them a hard on. That's why you're only getting 8k+ words right here, without any lemons.

I apologize for this.

However, let me tell you right now that the entire chapter is finished and I will be uploading the second half of it-which is 14k+ without a bottom A/N and contains the lemons that was promised in the A/N at the top-shortly after I upload this one.

Again, sorry for the inconvenience.

Now hit that Next button over there and go read some porn. XD