A/N: Wow, thanks once again for all the new followers, favorites, and reviews! I was meaning to post this chapter on Monday, but between college, the gym, and life in general, I was unable to do so. Also, the editing process was not kind to me this time around, which resulted in a shorter chapter.

I've decided to change the progression of this story just slightly, and that also greatly had an impact on this chapter.


Chapter 6: Presage

Luckily for Timmy, Tootie didn't take his little out-lash to the heart and still offered him safe passage through the Union controlled areas. He supposed he would thank her sometime down the road, but that'd have to wait for a more appropriate time. Just the vibe she gave off was enough to make him voluntarily leave her presence the instant they had reached a safe zone.

A couple days had passed uneventfully since then, and thankfully, Timmy's godparents would make their much needed return in less than twenty hours. While he requested wishes much less frequently than he had when he was a child, separation from his fairies had uncovered the indisputable truth that he was still abundantly reliant on their magic. It wasn't a very calming discernment, because he knew that there would come a time when he wouldn't be able to call upon them at a moments notice, and eventually, a time when he wouldn't have them at all.

This was the harsh reality that all fairy godchildren faced, and the morality and process of it all was highly debatable. But eventually, Timmy would lose his fairy godparents like so many others before him, and have all memory's of them wiped clean off his mind permanently. Growing up was hard enough for most people, but even more emotionally burdening for those who possessed fairies ever since they were children. Their fairies essentially became a part of their childhood, and to many, their parents.

Imagine waking up one day then having someone up from Fairy World notify you that you're finally all grown up, and that your fairy godparents; the same ones that you've spent years with, are being taken away. All of your precious memories with them would be erased, and you would go on the rest of your life with not a single shred of remembrance of them. It would be like they never existed, but you would always have this strange feeling dwelling inside of you; like a part of your very being was missing, stolen from you all those years ago.

Of course, this was the natural and intended way for the magical beings to be separated from their temporary owners, so the looming danger that he could lose them even sooner still haunted him.

Nutrition break was at full swing in Dimmsdale high, and it didn't take him long to notice the dramatic but small changes to the school's halls. If the recently armored equipped human wall guarding the popular's wasn't a clear indication, then certainly the masses of red-armband wearing students hovering just outside of it was. The Union had seemed to establish itself to the point where it didn't need to violently confront the CKC for the time being, because just their presence was enough to cause fear to reside within their ranks.

Currently, there was no denying that the educational institution had been split into two; with half of the school territory belonging to the CKC, and the other half controlled by the Student Union. Now add the Patriots into the mix and you have one clustered chaotic mess. The hegemonic age of the Cool Kids Club had come to an uncertain end, but the violent bid for power had just begun. There was no way the popular's would stand idly by and fade into insignificance, so it was only a matter of time before the defining clash between the two major factions occurred, ultimately deciding the future of the high school.

As if having one autocratic party wasn't enough.

Oh yes, both parties were more or less the same, but it was the Union who hid under the guise of false ideology and deception. Their strategy was to appeal to the masses, and they were more than succeeding at doing that.

There was also the issue of the Patriot's, but the extent of their influence was so minuscule that it was hard to imagine them going head to head with their more powerful adversaries. Sad, because if the school had any hope of achieving fairness and equality on any level, it would have to be them who took charge.

Meanwhile, those who declared no affiliation were being thrust into a dangerous position. Before it was easy to stay neutral, however, in the present, this simply wasn't the case. The CKC and Union alike indiscriminately accused people of aligning with the other side, and it had become a common occurrence for many to find their friends missing for a day or unrecognizable the next. This string events had allowed for the creation of a new dim reality; a realization that no one was safe.

Either join the revolution, or protect the aristocracy. It was a lose, lose situation.

And while the school descended into social unrest, there was one thing that persisted on lingering heavily on his mind; the conversation with Tootie. Timmy didn't want to admit it, but she was right; he was turning a blind eye on everything just for Trixie. He'd rather see the whole entire school burned down to the ground than risk compromising their 'friendship'.

It was blind love, perhaps the most dangerous of its kind.

Still weary from being interrogated days earlier, Timmy proceeded to travel through the busy halls. From the looks of things, many were still trying to retain a sense of normality, even with the growing political tensions. An understandable way to deal with the circumstances, though highly naive. Sooner or later something big was going to happen, and remaining ignorant of the problem would only make it's effects that much worse.

Before he managed to meet up with his group of friends, the bell sounded off. Curses, if only his stupid English teacher hadn't insisted on keeping him back in class to clarify his statement on his latest essay, then maybe, just maybe, he would've been able enjoy ten minutes without some sort of burden constantly posing as a thorn at his side.

Unfortunately, his next class would provide him no sanctuary, especially not with its complex equations and concepts.

Math, the horror of it all...


"So Alexander, I've always been curious; what compelled you to do, well, you know, what you do now?"

Trixie had just finished a brief meeting with the highest ranking officers of the MPS, outlining their strategy to combat the Student Union directly and indirectly, mainly through means of espionage and spreading slanderous information about its leaders and organization. The campaign against their enemy was in motion, and all they really needed to do now was sit and wait for their plans to carry out themselves. Their only chance of failure now was if those at highest level of their organization decided to deviate or even sabotage the process, but what were the chances of that happening anyway?

The muscular but slim teen glared down at her. He wasn't wearing his formal attire due to it's far too glamorous and 19th century styled appearance; in fact, he never wore it unless it was to a club occasion or meeting. Out in public, he dressed just like all the other popular guys, wearing black shades and a combination of Louis Vuitton and a multitude of other high end brands.

"This is going to sound a bit stupid but... I felt like it was sort of, um," he perched his shoulder up, "a responsibility that needed to be taken."

Hmph, interesting. She always knew that he was man of action sort of guy, but never the type to take responsibility. The Asian girl suppressed a chuckle, which Alexander quickly caught on to.

"Uh, what's so amusing here Trixie?"

The girl beamed innocently, "Oh, well, I just find it a little funny."

"A little funny?" He questioned.

Trixie nodded, "Yep. Responsibility is something none of our kind seem to posses... " her mind drifted away, eventually causing her to speak out her true feelings about a different, but quite related subject, "Maybe... if we actually listened to students and treated them with equal respect, they wouldn't hate us." She covered her mouth unconsciously right after she finished her sentence. Those thoughts weren't meant to be revealed in front of anyone, especially not the commander of the MPS

"Just kidding!" She exclaimed in a high pitched voice, "I didn't mean that, what I really meant was-"

"No, no, you're right." Obshchiy interjected unexpectedly.

"My loyalty lies with the Cool Kids Club and it's current commander in chief, which so happens to be you. I've never told anyone else this, but I feel like you'll understand." He sighed, stroking the back of his head, "I carry out my orders not because I agree with them, but because I have to."

As strong and determined he was, Alexander wasn't blinded by strict adherence to the club. He was almost like her, in the same aspect that he knew his actions were wrong, but either felt too powerless or scared to do anything against a system that was inherently rooted deep within the school.

"Is that true?" Trixie asked cautiously.

The boy scanned his surroundings and nodded.

She was a bit taken back to find out that a fellow popular, and a quite powerful one at that, shared her secret philosophy. Trixie knew other cool kids held the same belief, but they kept their opinions hidden under the guise of prestige and material.

The girl felt a sudden tap on her shoulder.

"By the way, this conversation never happened." He was firm in his statement, and Trixie knew the drill.

She winked, "It never happened."


Many didn't find it difficult to sympathize with the pink-hatted teen in their calculus class. They, like him, were struggling to just pass the class with a C.

Unlikely as it may sound, Timmy had somehow landed himself in an upper division math class. Perhaps there was a stroke of high intellectual capability within him after all. Unfortunately, being in this sort of course didn't make him feel like it. Honestly, whatever the teacher said during the lesson went in one ear, and out the other. In fact, it probably never even registered as something computable to his brain in the first place.

"Hello class." The teacher announced.

Turner was preparing for the worst, but stupidly hoping for the best. All he had to do was pass this class with at least a seventy percent and he'd be finished, but it would take some sort of miracle to achieve that.

The bell rang and the instructor started the class by getting up from his chair and opening the door, "I'd like to introduce you to a student who's transferring in from another period."

He turned the knob, allowing a girl to enter and walk to the front of the class room.

"This here is Tootie, now I'm all sure you..." the sound of his teacher's voice was drowned out the second he announced that name.

One day. All he asked for was one day of peace and calmness, and he couldn't even get that.

The girl shyly waved at everyone, and instead of getting responses filled with ridicule and harsh language, received a warm welcome. Unlike her past elementary school identity, the current Tootie was known as one of the most attractive females in all of Dimmsdale high, and practically everyone agreed on that. Many didn't know why she changed herself, but her transformation seemed to have began sometime during middle school, coincidentally right after she got over Timmy. Perhaps she did it to make him jealous, or maybe she concluded that there were other guys out there for her, either way, she was still fantastic eye candy. It baffled many why she wasn't a popular herself, because by all means, she sure had the requirements to become one. Just to put things in perspective, there was even talk that Tootie had the potential to rival Trixie in just about every aspect, but that was up for debate. There was no question the former nerd had improved her public image, but it was still difficult picturing her contending with a heavy-weight popular like Trixie.

But fame and glamour was the least of Tootie's concerns. Little did they know that she was an unpopular by choice, mainly because it would distract her from her true goal, and that is, the Patriot's goal. Timmy may have doubted them, but she knew they could make a difference in this school. They could change the system successfully and with minimum violence.

Meanwhile, Timmy quite literally wanted to hide under a rock. He was honestly starting to believe that maybe he was just cursed for life, and perhaps for the next three if reincarnation existed. Now if he just ignored her, hopefully all the unwanted attention she would be receiving would be enough to distract her from him.

He watched nervously as Tootie walked down the aisle and sat down at the only empty seat available... which so happened to be conveniently right next to him.

Fantastic.

"Hmph, didn't think you'd be in this class Timmy." She commented lowering her bag to the side of her desk.

He tensed up, getting a side view of her through his peripheral vision. "Feelings are mutual."

This was going to be a long class.


"Check your phone." Veronica whispered.

Health was the only class she had together with her 'best-friend'. Ironic if she really thought about it.

Reluctantly, Trixie pulled her chrome plated iPhone out to see the message she had just been sent.

"So are we like, going to go shopping this weekend?"

Great, just what she needed; more clothes. Shopping with Veronica was just part of her near every weekend agenda, even if it did bore her to death. It was more of an obligation for her than recreation really.

"Um, I guess." Trixie typed back.

Thirty seconds later, her phone vibrated.

"Ok, cool. I'll drive!" How the blonde could still be possibly excited to go to a place where they've been to every week since elementary school was beyond her. For heaven's sake, they practically bought out the damn shopping center last month if she recalled correctly.

The typical ennui of her health class kicked off as usual following her brief text conversation with Veronica. She'd already went through most of the text book in less than one semester, so it was safe to say that she was more than ahead of the game. Honor student and possible Valley Victorian, Trixie had more going on for her than her good looks and popularity. Besides, no one dared question anything she was doing, including the teacher.

Her dad was quite influential, and her notoriously snobby attitude still smeared a large part of her reputation. Trixie Tang may have been acting a bit more genuine and considerate to Timmy now, but she was still quite a stuck up brat in public. It was all she had ever known, and though doubt and regret was causing her to reconsider her priorities, that same shallow, arrogant, and attention-seeking persona still kept her captive within her own body. It was the price of popularity, and for the most part, she was still willing to pay it.

Trixie was unlike most of her friends, not in the aspect that she had somewhat of a god-complex, but in the rather strange fact that she hardly bullied any of the other students. The most she did was either show off her eccentric clothing or beauty, or give those who she deemed unworthy of consideration the cold shoulder. Only when she was physically or mentally threatened did she unleash her relentless side, but that hardly happened.

Or so that's what she told herself.

While her teacher babbled away, she decided to drift away and possibly catch some much needed rest. After all, it's not like her teacher had anything to say that she didn't already know.

Trixie made a makeshift pillow out of the sleeve of her sweater and placed her head over it. All those sleepless nights of studying and constant nightmares had really taken a toll, and if there was one class she could take a nap in and get away with it, it had to be this one.

Besides, she wasn't a failing student anyway.


"Timmy... are you serious?"

What did she take him for? A genius? Of course he was! There was no shortage of students struggling in this class, and also no shortage of failing grades. Pride wasn't a luxury he could afford right now, so ignoring his rather awkward encounter with her in the past, he decided to ask Tootie for help. It took the girl some time to agree, but eventually she came around. Through his constant bickering and complaining, it's not like she had much of a choice anyway.

They were all working on an in class assignment, one she breezed through with quick ease. Sadly, her frustration with Timmy was growing with each passing second, and that was putting it lightly. He was too obstinate to take her advice, and too clueless or lazy to figure out how to dissect any of the problems laid out in front of him.

"You know what, if you're going to just sit there and stare at me blankly, what's the point in helping you?" The girl questioned, eyes beaming with aggravation.

"There's no point, I don't understand this at all."

His stubbornness was proving to be more than she was able to handle. Contempt and anger still fresh in mind, she finally had enough of the boy. "Oh, so you're giving up? Awh, poor Timmy. Maybe Trixie will help you... oh wait that's right, she doesn't care about you."

"What the hell does this have anything to do with her?" He questioned back in a confused tone. Math and her had absolutely no correlation with each other what so ever.

"Because Timmy, I'm trying to open your eyes up to how things really are." Tootie put her pencil down, "She's partly to blame for your lack of focus in school. You're so disillusioned with her that you fail to see that in reality, she's nothing but a slut craving for attention."

She really just called his crush, a slut. This was type of accusation was unacceptable.

"Trixie is not a slut," The pink-hatted boy raised his voice a bit in a defensive tone, "besides, how the hell would you know?"

Tootie glared at him, "Isn't it obvious? Look how many guys she's dated; and with those looks, I'm sure she showed them a," she smirked, "a little something."

That right there got his blood boiling. "Shut up Tootie, you don't know her!" He snarled acutely.

"Oh this excuse again? So let me guess; you do?" The once nerdy girl mocked.

He hesitated for a second, thinking back on her words. She had a point; did he really know her? Even Timmy couldn't say for certain.

"You know what? I may not know everything about her, but I'm damn sure she's not going around sleeping with every guy in the school."

She nearly laughed at his answer, until she stared deep into his eyes. They were filled with undeniable conviction; a hidden truth that he refused to reveal to anyone else. The persistence he displayed when it came to defending and pursuing Trixie was adamant, and it was only now did she realize that she was treading on something that was no laughing matter. Tootie wasn't sure why, but she was actually beginning to somewhat understand where Timmy was coming from. She always held this long belief that Timmy was infatuated with the girl, but upon closer examination, that didn't appear to be so.

But if it wasn't infatuation he was suffering from, then what was it?

Either way, this wasn't a relationship she shouldn't interfere with; even if she was a bit jealous of Trixie. If she was the reason he didn't want to join the Patriots, then so be it, because forcing him to join them would do more harm than good. They were trying to improve the high school experience for everyone, not ruin it.

Tootie acquiescently nodded, not saying another the word.

It was quite clear what he meant, and she didn't need Timmy to elaborate any further.


So naturally, Cosmo was struggling to overcome the academy's fairly easy obstacles. Inspections were suppose to be, well, inspections, not week long conditioning and training programs! This was outrageous, and even Wanda couldn't help but come to this same consensus. Jorgan must've been out of his mind to instate such drastic changes to the already long established routine. Now hundreds of fairies were away from their godchildren, and that in itself was a serious problem for everybody. There was no rhyme or reason to why the de facto fairy came up with this decision, but most didn't give the odd change a second thought.

Fortunately, this was only once a year, and their 'inspections' had fallen under a time that wasn't so busy.

There may be a hundreds of fairies here in the present, but in a few months, they were told it would easily exceed over a thousand. Starting now, inspection dates for all fairy godparents were placed in order by how miserable their child was, with the most severe cases having first priority. So by using that logic, it was pretty obvious that Timmy's misery levels exceeded well beyond the average suffering endured by most teenagers his age. Ironic really, because that same magic that was suppose to provide him a source of relief could also become the catalyst of his troubles.

"COSMO, 500 PUSH UPS, NOW!" Cosmo dreaded hearing the sound of that voice...

He laid flat on the ground, barely managing to push himself up before weakly lunging his body down for another. Stupid Jorgan and his stupid unnecessary bossy ass personality.

On the other side of the spectrum, Wanda was briskly passing through every single obstacle and training station with ease. It didn't come as a shocker to her, or anyone else, to see her husband nearly fail every single test Jorgan had to throw at them. Oh well, at least she would be able to carry the team.

Being away at the Fairy Academy for almost week had led the fairy godmother to miss Timmy and her son Poof, who she'd left in the care of her mother's house. He didn't qualify for inspections because he didn't have a godchild of his own, and because he was far too young. The sooner inspections passed, the sooner she could return to her godchild and her own flesh and blood.

Sighing, the fairy woman turned up into the magical sky above her. There was something a bit... odd about them today, like some strange presence was lingering in the cover of the clouds. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was definitely an off feeling being sent down to her, almost as if someone was watching them. Before she inspected any further, she dismissed them as nothing more than a fairy patrol and quickly resumed back to accomplishing whatever tasks were required from her.

A shame that she didn't play on her gut instinct, because what Timmy's fairy godmother didn't notice was the mysterious being that was observing her from within a hovering cloud; eyeing the training camp with a look of disdain and disgust.

Slowly, he reached for his communicator.

"We've scouted every ounce of Fairy World for a possible location, and I think I found the perfect spot."

"Excellent, and I assume the Fairies were unable to detect your signature?"

"They don't have a clue that I'm up here. Our magic is far too powerful and ancient for this generation to sense... sad to think that they were once apart of us."

His leader chuckled lowly on the magical communicator, "As expected, and do not let your personal hatred for their kind blind you from our goal. Once everything falls into place, we will get our revenge, and they will pay for their lack of vision. Now return back to base."

The cloaked figure bowed his head, "As you wish ma' lord."

And just like that he vanished without a trace.