"Did I just say I love Timmy Turner?"

Vicky couldn't believe what she just said or heard. A phrase she would never say. Timmy was her slave, her bitch, her person to dump all of her chores on. And yet, she just told him she loved him. What a Saturday this had turned out to be. She just calmed herself and closed her eyes...

THE NEXT MORNING...

Vicky woke up. She looked at the clock and it said 9:00 am. She attempted to get up when she realized that she had a pair of warm arms wrapped around her. Quickly recounting the events of yesterday, she didn't panic. In fact, it was quite cozy and she was not willing to let that feeling go. But the thought of yesterday still puzzle her.

"I love Timmy Turner. (Pause) I love Timmy Turner! Did I really say that? Do I really feel that way?" She thought to herself.

Her perception of him did change this weekend. That was for sure. When given power, he still was a kind loving human being. And Vicky realized that maybe he was trying to tell her something. Maybe he was trying to get her to realize that being evil wasn't going to get her anywhere in life. Sure, she makes decent money scaring the crap out of kids and making them do her chores, but it was quick satisfaction. Her happiness never stayed, it quickly washed away with the shower she took after babysitting.

While she thought she didn't happen to notice a big pair of sky blue eyes staring at her fire red hair. He decided to just pull her closer, not wanting to let go. Yesterday was just as puzzling to Timmy as it was for Vicky.

"Did Vicky just kiss me back because it felt good, or is she getting the message? Am I really getting attracted to my evil babysitter?" Timmy's head buzzed. But he didn't worry very long. He intended to make the moment he had now last as long as possible, just in case it never happened again.

"So Turner, you must really not want to let go of me. Not that I mind your arms tightly around my stomach anyway." She turned around to smile at him amid her own storm of thoughts.

"Well Vicky I don't hear much complaining and my parents aren't going to be back until 5:00. We could just lay here all day."

"What are you suggesting Turner?"

"Well...I don't know. I'm so confused about yesterday I honestly don't even know where to begin untangling everything.

Now Vicky was feeling a little bold. And evil. But mostly bold. "Well Timmy does that mean you like your evil babysitter?" She batted her eyelashes, just for effect.

It worked quite well in her favor. He kissed her on the lips and she gave it right back. She was quite intent on making this moment last as much as Timmy was.

However it was Timmy who showed dominance. He rolled over on top of her and kept his lips pressed to hers. Not that she seemed to mind. With Timmy protecting her like this nothing could ruin the moment.

Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt...

"Hello? Hi mom." Timmy was just enthralled to know they hadn't forgotten about him. Not.

"Hi honey! Just wanted to say we will be home at 5! Bye!" And the line was dead.

"Great. A fact I already knew. How stupid does she think I am?"

"Quite frankly, stupid enough to keep paying me to be your babysitter." Timmy just nodded in agreement. His parents were pretty clueless. He was still amazed that his mom called to remind him. "I'll take that as a valid response."

Timmy rolled back on top of her and kissed her some more. He was not going to just let the day slip away. He was going to make sure Vicky knew how he really felt about her. This weekend had changed him and her for the better. Truly a memorable one.

LATER THAT DAY...

At 3:00, Timmy decided that they should probably put the house together a little. At least clean the mess in the kitchen. He went to go do that and Vicky just laid on his bed, trying to go over this thought.

"I love Timmy Turner. I love Timmy Turner. And for once the boy in the relationship actually likes me back. Or made an effort to figure out who I really am." She started to cry a little. But she wasn't sad. She was happy. Happy that someone truly cared for her. And the person she least expected it from. For the first time in a while she let herself go. Let the image slide. The real Vicky was emerging out of the protective barrier.

5:00 PM

Timmy's mom rang the doorbell. "Dammit, they are home already?" Timmy was busy laying on top of Vicky and really wasn't in the mood to be disturbed. Then he remember.

"The wish."

Timmy told Vicky to go in the upstairs bathroom for a minute while he sorted the mess out.

"Hi Timmy! We are back from our vacation! I mean boring business trip!"

"Hi mom. Hi dad." Timmy hardly showed emotion. This ritual was so practiced he was just bored out of his mind.

"Where is Vicky?"

"Bathroom."

"Okay! We are going to unpack in our room with the door shut and we can't be bothered!"

They ran up the stairs and into their bedroom and slammed the door. Timmy went into his room.

"Cosmo. Wanda. I don't want to lose you. But I've changed Vicky's life for the better! She's finally the human she longed to be! But unless input everything back to normal I'll lose you forever."

Wanda had a giant smile on her face. "Actually, there is a new rule. If a godchild was able to significantly turn someone's life around, they can keep their godparents forever. Provided that no one else knows."

"What about Vicky?"

"As a girlfriend, she has special privileges, including knowing about them. But we can still only grant your wishes."

"Okay. ... I wish Vicky was actually 13 and that we be in the same school and everyone's recollection of her babysitting is gone. A new Vicky."

POOF!

Vicky felt that strange feeling again. Timmy knocked on the door.

"Come out."

She did as she was told. Timmy explained what happened to her. Everything. He didn't leave a detail out. Vicky met Cosmo and Wanda and Poof.

"Well Vicky? Do you want your old life back or is this what you want?"

Vicky just answered back by pulling him close and kissing him on the lips.

"You were my favorite client. Turns out you are really my best friend. Lets go to the park!"

Timmy held her hand and off they went...

I'm considering writing an epilogue or maybe something about afterward. Just a short blurb. What do we readers think? And honestly, I'm kinda sad about this chapter. The second half seems like just filler. Not really good. But I guess ends must be tied somewhere.