From Now On Part 3

Okay, after finally finishing the entire chapter, I present to you my masterpiece.

May you enjoy to your hearts content, and find solace within the end.

I thank you for journeying with me for all this time, and, with great joy...

I bid you, adieu.


Death.

That's all the ashes from the hills had to say for themselves as they blanketed the land in black. Like a mist of shadow, hugging the ground, they concealed the great number of lives lost within an even greater catastrophe. A fire, more terrifying than the bowels of hell, raged rampant like a demon across what was once a vast and beautiful forest. Filled with life, a self sustaining ecosystems, and wonders beyond what was promised to those who entered it, the residents wanted for nothing. Yet, now that many of them laid amongst the ashes of their once luscious home, all the survivors could do was wonder aimlessly within its shadow.

The fire had died away, mostly, and pieces of it were still scattered throughout the debris. One piece in particular was nearly finished with what used to be one of the great trees. Now, the giant flora was nothing more than a burnt husk, just like the flame on top of it had shrank from a grand beast to a mediocre cub. However, where the tree simply passed away into the next life, the tiny fire still remained in motion. It was time to move beyond the empty nourishment it was receiving, and look to even greater heights for its future dynasty. Searching for a fuel source, looking for something else to burn. It had already devoured everything in sight, but it was still not enough. Flames needed to keep burning, to keep eating, to keep living. Until there was nothing left to consume, it would not stop, and, even if there wasn't, it would continue to fight to stay alive. The age of fire would not end here, the line would always-

A black boot came down to stomp out the fire into vicious sparks, finishing off the once great flame for good. The bark of the crumbled and crack as it was pressed against, though, more as appreciation for ending its suffering. The spot in which the flame had met its death was soon doused in a white cloud from a red canister carried by the man in black boots. Dressed in yellow, with a hard, red helmet and black mask to cover his head, the firefighter moved on from the black ashes he had just created. Turning to the way he had just come from, he watched as his comrades, both, men and women of his profession soon joined him in extinguishing what was left of the great monster that brought the forest to its knees.

A call had come earlier, from some hikers planning to make camp the night before, of smoke coming from the woods. And though the firefighter department answered as soon as possible, they were in a fight that was nearly one-sided. The darkness of the night soon was lite up by the great flame as it spread throughout the area, growing more powerful as every second flew by.

Man and woman deployed as many tactics as they could think of to halt the flames. Whether they blasted with high pressurized water, shovel dirt within the path the flame seemed to head, or even cut certain trees down themselves in an attempts to create gaps in which the flames could not cross. And yet, it was not enough. Sparks, embers, the very tiniest essences of the terrifying monster flew upon air, landing past the gaps and dirt, upon unsuspecting trees, and grew into dragons themselves as they continued the bloodline to greater glory. Those that would face them soon had their backs unprotected and were in a fight for their lives.

None were killed, thankfully, but many were injured. That what was life was for a firefighter, that was what was expected of them and no less. Yet, while many were proud of their duty and service to the public, every now and then the prospect of facing death became sickening.

That's what life felt like for Keith at the moment, as he marched by the fallen tree he just checked. Reaching it's end, he found the its stump and the part where it cracked and fell from. The fight just about finished around him, he could feel the fight inside him starting to die away as well.

"Yo, Lamb-Chops," a rough, but, feminine voice came from behind him. Turning around, he saw one of his colleagues approaching as she brandish an axe in hand. Embedding it into the stump, she removed her mask and helmet to reveal what was underneath. Out sprang raven black hair with rich curls, and a face of beauty model. She had luscious red lips, and perfectly applied make up with hints of pink blemish on her cheeks. To add on to her amazing facial features, she even had a little mole to the side and beneath her left eye. Indeed, this one woman was a mistress of intrigue, a doll that somehow managed to keep looking dynamite on the field of battle that she'd been at the center of. Course, as Keith knew, anyone who dared to call her doll might find themselves a replacement for the stump that her ax now took residence in. "You doing alright?"

"Yeah," taking off his own mask, Keith revealed himself to be a man with a buzz haircut, strong jaw with neat stubble, and gray eyes. "I'm fine, Barbie."

"Mmm, tempting death so soon after jumping out of the frying pan," the woman neared him before entering a kiss. Keith received it, though, he did not entertain anything further than that. Not simply because they weren't somewhere a little more private, but, he seemed to have lost a more aggressive side that he normally reserved for his job. And the fire had taken plenty of that to be put down. "What's on your on you mind baby?"

"...Getting tired," he said before looking around them. "It's wearing me down, darling, I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this up. I may not be a Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, but I'm all about doing the job that no else is willing to take..."

"Yet, it's finally getting to you, isn't it?" she replied. After he nodded, she sighed and spoke "Keith, I know you're having it rough, trust me, I do. Marcus got sent to the hospital-he'll walk again, though, not in the line of duty for a few months. And then there's the chief having a heart attack just before we got called out. Not even mentioning the issues you're having at home, raising your daughter as a single father after your wife passed."

"Sometimes, I'm just not sure that I'm cut out for this world."

She frowned, before saying "I used to think that to...till I met you that is, and now I don't feel as shitty as I used to every time I wake up."

Keith turned away, only to feel her glove on his chin pull his attention back towards her eyes. "World's fucked up, darling."

"Yeah, I know," she smiled. "But that's because there's a whole lot of good just waiting to happen."

He let out a sigh, before nodding. The woman smiled and gave him another peck on the lips, before turning to get ax. Yet, when she gasped, it caught his concern and moved beside her to check out what was the problem. However, what he saw had confused him as it only left him bewildered. Right where she had embedded her ax, a tiny sapling had popped up from within the cracks. It was a tiny little thing, so small and oddly green when surrounded by nothing but black ash. But it was there, and it existed. It didn't have the bark of its predecessor to protect it from the more basic of insect, nor did it have the height or grandeur to house forest creature.

But it was alive.

The sapling had a chance, it could become a predecessor itself to many other trees as it founded a new forest. It had a full view of sunlight during the day, and was planted within nutrient rich ashes of its forefathers. All that was needed was time...and hope.

Clouds began to appear in the sky, ready to give rain and baptize this new life into a new age with a new forest.

And as the first drop fell to earth, Keith smiled.

And then a lightning bolt fell from the heavens onto the stump, reducing the little plant to another pile of ashes just like its brothers.

"...There's still a lot of fucking evil in the world, though."


Back at the Turner residence.

"...and that is how Vlad-Dracul-the third, also known as Vlad Tepes, Vlad the Impaler, Prince of Wallachia from the year fourteen-thirty-one to seventy-six-slash-seventy-seven, and the man who inspired Count Dracula, discovered gravity two hundred years before Isaac Newton," Vicky finished proudly. "You got all that, J-Baby?"

J-Baby, the new name she came up for Jorgen, stood silent-as the nightmare finally ended-as a new fairy. His was a face withered from fear and shock, it almost seemed as if a jagged stone had exited from his bowls. The pupils of his eyes were almost no where to be seen as his optics were purely white save for a few red veins born from trauma. His mouth stood open as he gawked at the living room before, he strong jaw had dropped and his tongue became limp and lame. All of his muscles appeared to have solidified as he became an unmoving statue. It would even be a greater wonder, yet blasphemy, should someone appeared to be home within his mind.

"Hello, Big-Joe?" Vicky started to wave her hand in front of his empty head. When he appeared none living, she snapped her fingers. Visibly shaking as if he were an alarm clock instead, he turned towards the teenaged redhead in absolute terror. "Didn't you hear a word I said?"

"I-uuh..." he was speechless, as nothing he could say would possibly save him now.

"Oh, silly fairy, you seem a little upset and confused on my history lesson," she grinned before looking down towards his staff. Following her line of sight, Jorgen saw that Vicky's hand were still on the giant wand. Her fingers flexed lightly over it, as if gauging the grip one would need to carry it as their own. "Let's go over it again, shall we? Maybe what you need for instruction is a little more of a hands on example, perhaps, a physical demonstration..." As her voice trailed off, Vicky's grip on the staff began to tighten more assuredly. Looking back up at the man, she smiled with false innocence.

"How about it-hmm? Want to volunte-" Vicky felt two hands, on her hips, grasp her from behind and pull the girl back. A little startled by her sudden shifting, she was surprised to see Timmy switch places with her as he gave her a pretty shocked looked. In fact, it was almost like before they had become a couple just a day ago, back when they were still at each others' throats. It's not so much as he were disapproving, but rather, unbelieving in what he had just heard fall from her mouth so easily in the past few minutes. Yet, instead of taking offense, the redhead gave her signature playful smirk to the flabbergasted teenager. "What?"

She played innocent, but Timmy had built an immune system to her acting after the past two years. "That...was messed up."

"Mmm, give me five more minutes," she continued to look nice and sinister at the same time before turning back to Jorgen. "I'll show you messed up."

"!" Jorgen held his staff closer, more in an attempt to keep it away from her, rather, than use it. With Turner placed in between the two, the giant appeared to cower behind him as one would a defensive wall. Even the boy felt a lump develop in his throat, when the threat wasn't directed at him. It made him step back, but, keep his stance wide, as if to block him from her sight. Yet, it did little good when she took a sudden step forward to shorten the distance. The redhead stopped several inches in front of Timmy, and closed her eyes.

"What do you say, Jorgen Von Strangle?" she cooed slowly as she reopened them. However, instead of the normal, pink pearls resting in her sockets, what was revealed were two demonic spheres of viscious gold with pink reptilian slits in the middle. "Wanna play?!"

"Stop that!" Timmy growled nervously before pushing her back and onto the couch. A little surprised, Vicky hardly struggled and was sat promptly down on the cushions. Stepping back, while making sure she wasn't going to get up, he turned around and started herding Jorgen out of the living room and into the kitchen. Looking back, he spoke to Wanda and Cosmo. "Make sure she stays in here."

Back in the living room, Cosmo and Wanda floated nervously near an impatient Vicky. Aggravated that she had been made to wait like a child, the girl folded her arms and starred angrily at the doorway to the kitchen. Though the irritation was not focused on them, the fairies felt her fury through presence. Never had either of them felt so naked, and defenseless, than they did right now. This might not have been the first time they were near Vicky, but, it was the first time she knew of their secret presence. And that weighed heavily on the married couple, who were no longer obstruct from her view or knowledge. The girl fiddled with her third and final truth serum dart, as if she would have further use for it, and continued waiting for something to happen.

It went on like this for a few minutes.

"Ugh. What's taking them so long?" placing her chin on open hand, she had a bit of a thinker look towards her appearance. "If he just let me, I would've..." she took to mumbling, and Wanda silently shivered to the side.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Sport?" she mentally called to her godson.

"Why does nobody seem to remember that today is still a school day?" Cosmo was more focused on other issues. "Achoo!"

"So you're fairies?"

"Yes," Wanda answered subconsciously before realizing that Vicky had finally turned her attention away from the door and onto a fresher subject. Or selecting a new target, as the pink haired fairy would like to say as she fell under the gaze of the babysitter. Quaking in fear, she looked down to see Vicky glaring at her with curious, but, predator like eyes. "You could call us that."

"And you grant wishes?"

"For Timmy, yes."

The redhead let out a sigh, relaxing her gaze. "Honestly, I didn't see that one coming."

"Well, we do try to keep it a secret," Wanda tried to appear friendly. Entering conversation with Vicky was the last thing she was planning to do, but her best attitude was to be given nonetheless.

"So what kind of things does he wish for?" she continued to ask questions. "And what was all that about being 'an ally to fairy world' and a 'friend to all fairies'?"

"Oh! Well, all sort's of stuff, really. Timmy used to be pretty adventurous and ambitious with his wishes, whether for fame and glory, or to satisfy current curiosities. Though, most of the time his wishes backfire in ways we didn't even think possible, and then all three of us have to fight to restore order and fix the problem. In fact, this one time he wished for a remote that could control T.V. and mix the world of television with real life. We had to go through so many channels, and programs, just to get it back after it had been stolen by y..." Wanda paused when she remembered just who the fairy was talking to. So caught up in the memory and moment, that she forgot that the main cause was sitting right beneath her. Looking down, she was greeted by curious eyes as the redhead silently beckoned her to continue. "Uh-well...details aren't important. We got the remote back and saved humanity from...a darker fate."

Looking away with a frown and bits of confusion on her face, Vicky appeared to be slightly disappointed. Afraid that she would make that even more so clear in her reply as her mouth opened.

"Do you think I'm..." the fairy became stiff with anticipation "...just a current curiosity? For Timmy?"

Wanda became still as she recognized the meaning behind the redhead's words. "...If I may be clear on one thing, it's that Timmy has never acted this way for another person. Much less, a girl he had feelings for. And, even though it's clear that you took him to another level of serious, he still becomes so genuine when he talks about you."

Vicky's eyes widen when it was her turn to catch onto the meaning behind said words. "Yesterday, I really did see you?" The two blushed in unison as they remembered their awkward greeting from the day before, after the two lovers lost their virginities. Though she didn't answer, Wanda's face, which was a beautiful red itself, made Vicky's worse as the girl understood its reason.

"To be fair, you should've seen my father after he found out about Cosmo."

"Was it as embarrassing?"

"It was...interesting."

"I can't believe my first time happened thanks to fairy magic," she said with a sigh. "Sure you're not mines instead?"

The response she got was a laugh as Wanda also remembered the time she actually was Vicky's fairy godmother, another memory that began to show up in her mind with the rest. Letting out a sigh, she turned to the curios girl before saying "Well, I'm not sure you would need me anyways. Especially Timmy, now that he has you. It's not just curiosity he holds for you, Vicky, I think that boy really does see something inside you that makes him happy."

"...Thanks," the reply was small, but it held weight nonetheless. "I was actually starting to think that this was maybe one of those wishes, that you were talking about, and that after he was done with me..."

"Fairy magic can't create, or, destroy love," Wanda put the thought out. "Take your memories away, yes, maybe make it so that the last few days of your life feel unreal and not even there, sure. But in no way did my magic or Cosmo's make him suddenly fall for you. What's there...is real."

"You're nice," Vicky replied. "What have I done to deserve any of the good things in my life now?"

"Mmm. I can't really say, but, what you can do is make the most out of it from here on," the fairy said with considered thought. "If Timmy can convince Jorgen, after your previous threats."

"Vlad is an all time classic for me," the redhead grinned with confidence. "Should've just let me share a bit of human culture when I still had my hands on that stick."

"You didn't really mean what you said about doing those things to the rules, fairy council, and fairy world...did you?"

Vicky looked up to the fairy. "How long have you been watching me as a goldfish?"

"...Yeah, I guess that makes it clear."

"I'll hold off for now," the girl shrugged to show indifference. "But if that walking meat head shows up in front of me, and tries bossing Timmy around again, don't be surprised if I put the strangle in his name."

"Was afraid you'd say that," Wanda rolled her eyes.

Silence.

"Pfft-" the two grinned before letting out a little chuckle. Who'd have thought one would be speaking to the other like this in way similar to old friends, it was enough to crack them up a little bit as they remembered that this was their first time at a proper meeting. Cosmo watched silently as they women laughed, taken aback by the sense of comradery that echoed from between them. It took him a moment, but, the green eyed fairy could feel a smile appear on his face as their feelings became mutual with his own.

"Vicky..." Wanda's voice lingered with question. Once she had the young girl's attention, she asked "I know that Timmy is serious about you-though I'm not sure why- but, why are you so serious about him? If, these really are our last moments together, I'd like to know why?"

The redhead sat in silence, thinking of an answer to give the pinkette. It felt like forever, much like a lot of things did that day, before she finally gave her one.

"Honestly...I don't know either," she replied with a nervous laughter. The stunned look on Wanda's face when her eyes became wider cause the teen to wave her hands in dismay as she continued "N-no, not like Timmy, I didn't mean it like that. It's just...it's a little embarrassing to believe if you can."

"..."

"When I first met him, I thought he was just a cute little kid. So maybe I just had a little crush on him at first, and that gave me several little fantasies-not those kinds!" she quickly stamped out the impure thoughts that Wanda's blush had been born from. "But it wasn't anything serious...yet. I treated him like a lot my clients children-you can guess the routine-but, he was different. There was always something different about him and it just grew on me. I can't really explain it...sorry."

They were quiet once more. Before Cosmo coughed, gaining their attention, and smiled. "If I may. Vicky, you use to pick on Timmy, a lot, and you did to him the same thing you did to other kids. The difference, however, is that instead of doing it for fun, it was really to escape the idea of liking someone that much younger than yourself. You wanted to stomp out whatever emotion you thought you had for him, and just go back to being a regular mean babysitter with no worries. Problem in your case, however, is that when one tries to fight against their emotions, they tend to open up to them. And, every time you lashed out at Timmy, you connected with him. Establishing a link between the both of you, you opened up to him, and then that little went a long way."

Blink. The two watched him float for a moment, before Wanda turned back to the redhead. "Sorry, he's been very...thoughtful for the past day."

"No," the girl shook her head slowly. "He's right, this is all my fault."

"I don't think-" Wanda tried to stop the thoughts Vicky was having.

"It's okay, really, I only got myself to blame for this mess. Thinking back on it, everything makes a lot more since. Timmy was the only person around I could actually get to listen to and deal with my temper tantrums, whether he wanted to or not. Maybe, for a moment, I'd pretend he was someone that I didn't hang around just for money. Then I'd just get angrier every time I remembered we weren't together, and he'd have to put up with even more me. It's not like he could have known any better, that I was actually just looking for attention. But, it kind of made me feel better for a while, even if it was completely one sided," her head took an unfamiliar turn and slump down in defeat. "Now here I am again, causing problems for only person I care about. Some girlfriend I'm turning out to be."

"Mmm. I don't see a problem with that." Looking up, Vicky raised curious eyes towards the green fairy. "Earlier you said that being a little selfish is a privilege that only your boyfriend gets to have, however, I don't see why you don't deserve the same."

"Except I finally had everything I could've wanted, and, instead of just enjoying it, I had to keep pushing. Now we might not even get to stay together, because I wasn't satisfied with what we already have."

"Wanting more than what you already have isn't always the same as being unappreciative in a relationship, rather, it's how you keep it alive. Those who aren't willing to take and ask for more don't usually stay that way if they know what's good for them."

"You sound like you know a lot."

"Well, I have been married for over ninety percent of my entire life, so I picked up a few things and ideas. Sometimes it feels like what me and Wanda have is a living thing that needs to be looked after."

"That's nice, and all, but I haven't really done that much which says I deserve more, just more than enough for Timmy to leave and forget about me."

"So, you might have been a bit touchy over the years because of a small crush on my godson, and, it's not like he really could've answered your feelings in a way that would settle things between you. But that, to me, shows a bit of back bone in your loyalty to something that was just dream. Your willingness to hold onto such a feeling, to keep it going for just a bit more until you could bring it to light. Commitment, faith, hope, you're a natural romantic my dear, and I think that already makes you a great girlfriend for Timmy."

"You really mean that?"

He smiled warmly. "It's because you're selfish that I know he means so much to you, and that he'll be in good hands from now on. And that's all the proof I need to believe, even if we're taken away."

"Thanks," the redhead replied with a grin.

"No problem," Cosmo gave her a thumbs up of approval. "...Though, now that I think about it, the more common saying is that 'if you love something, let it go'. What I just said not only disregards that, but, also bashes it in the face. In fact, it almost feels like the foundation to stalker advice, and, given that your romance was originally one sided, it even fits. Did I just say it okay to follow your dreams even if it came at the cost of others? What would my mother think of-"

Poof.

Cosmo soon found himself somewhere other then the air in the living room. In fact, he wasn't even a fairy, at the moment, as he returned to being a goldfish. Looking around, he saw to big doors and promptly swam out of the building his aquatic form had appeared in. Once outside, he turned to see his wife, through the glass of the fishbowl, looking at him disdainfully. "Why are you-" he started to say before gasping at the sight of familiar bits and piece floated down from above him "-THERE IS FOOD FALLING FROM THE SKY!" The goldfish started to munch away at the delicious product, enjoying them with each bite. Turning around to grab one in particular, he saw the building which had confined him. "I live in a castle?!" Another piece of fish food. "THERE IS FOOD FALLING FROM THE SKY!"

Outside the bowl, and over the couch, Wanda continued to watch her husband's simplicity take over as he entered an ignorant bliss. Turning back to Vicky, she said "Very thoughtful."

"Mmm." Vicky placed one leg over the other before replying "I think I was actually able to settle some things of my own, though, thanks to that."

"Well, I'm glad you're feeling better. Was starting to get a little worried for a moment," Wanda mussed at the thought of her actually feeling such concern for the girl, and found it just as intriguing as the rest of the ordeal. Maybe Timmy was right to feel and act this way, there was something different about Vicky when a person found the slightest of reasons to care about her. Hand on chest at such recognition, she continued to add "It make me feel much better to know that you'll be here when I won't. I'd ask you to make him happy, but, honestly, I more concerned about you in that area."

"Like I said, I already have everything I could've wanted," the redhead grinned and shrugged. "But don't think that I'm not keeping my promise if whatshisname tries taking you away from my twerp."

POOF!

A large explosion took place in the living room, shrouding everyone in the cloud of magic. Wanda was a little shocked by it's sudden appearance, blinded as she tried to figure out what was going on. Raising her wand, she used the glow from her magic to make out the objects in the room. She could see Cosmo next to her, back in fairy form and doing the same, as they waited out the cloud disappearing. It took a second, but she could make out Vicky's shadow, sitting on the couch...and something else. Something else was standing in front of her-someone, she realized, as the shapes took better form and meaning in her eye. It took a full minute, but the cloud was gone and she could finally see that it was Timmy.

As a ten year old.

"...Does this..." the question came to her. And though Wanda wanted nothing to do with it, she couldn't help but let it ask "...Does this mean that-"

"Twerp?" Vicky asked suddenly, as she raised an eyebrow towards the young Turner.

"So...it does," Wanda finally understood as she saw the two together. Why Timmy was back to being a regular child, and Vicky's change back to nickname for him. "Jorgen could not be persuaded."

"Timmy!" the sudden squeak robbed the fairy's attention back to Vicky, who watched as the young place his face in her lap and began to quiver. "Are you...what did he do? What did that bastard do to make you cry?!"

Wanda and Cosmo floated, confused and stunned. Vicky remembered Jorgen, and she still remembered who Timmy was to her. "But that would have to mean that Timmy-"

Looking up, the boy gazed at the redhead with a smile behind flowing streams of tears.

"I love you so much...and now...I think I know why."


Pushing the large fairy out of sight, Timmy and Jorgen left the three people behind as they passed through the doorway into the next room. Finally somewhere with actual privacy, the teen pulled up a chair for himself and his guest to get comfortable. He had to press down on Von Strangle's shoulders to get the titan to sit, as the fairy seemed to keep reliving the traumatizing moment from just a few minutes ago, before sitting down himself. Taking a deep breath, Turner emptied his stress filled lungs. Never-in the past two years of his life-did he ever hear anything like what the redhead described. It made him do a double take on the Vicky he thought he used to know, not the secret one he was just starting to, but, a reevaluation of the one he already knew. Wanda was right, he really didn't know how good he had it to be on the girl's good side. Always, had been, apparently.

"Jorgen," he started off slowly, unsure how exactly he was to continue. The strongest fairy held Timmy and Vicky's future with one another in his hand, and now such hands trembled with uncertainty. In effort to send Jorgen on his way, Vicky might have damaged the chances of the favor. "Look, I'm sorry-"

"She kisses you with that mouth and you like it?!"

Taken aback by the fairy's sudden retort, Timmy blushed slightly before replying. "Well, to be fair...she's a good kisser."

"How can you be in love with that girl?"

"Honestly..." grinning shyly, he twiddled with his thumbs and fingers. "It surprises me to. I kept telling myself 'never in a million years' and 'impossible'...but...she kind of just, flipped a switch inside when I learned the truth. I still can't believe she actually had a crush on me all this time."

"..." pausing for a moment, Jorgen seemed to regain a bit of his posture and relax. "I'll say, it was quite the surprise when I first heard of it myself."

"Yeah, it-huh? Wait, when did you hear about that?"

"Last night, around twelve," the fairy reached in his pocket before pulling out a smart phone. Turning it over to Timmy, the screen displayed a picture which sent the blood rushing to his head within an instant. It was Vicky, sitting on top of him while he was laying on the couch, as they had been just a few minutes before Jorgen showed up. The detail was quite unique, as he could clearly see the feverish blush on either of their faces, when they were just about to enter into a second kiss. "Cosmo sent me a text, then that pic this morning."

"Cosmo!"

The phone buzzed and vibrated as an icon of a letter popped up.

Cosmo: I just sneezed. Are you guy's talking about me?"

Taking his phone back, Jorgen placed it in his pocket. "Still, I cant believe that you would have romantic feelings for that girl. I almost don't believe that you aren't already six feet under a stone slab with your name on it."

"Yeah..."

"Especially after what she talked about doing to me."

"...True."

"And Da Rules."

"Yep."

"And the Fairy Council."

"She did talk about them to."

"And my own mother-"

"Vicky has a very active and wide range imagination," Timmy tried to end it there, smiling apologetically in the redhead's place. "She was just messing around and playing with you."

"No! I could see it in the little witch's eye," the fairy would not be swayed and was thoroughly convinced with what he saw. "She would chase down her target to the ends of the world, and eliminate it without second thought."

"That little witch is my girlfriend," Timmy tone turned stern, passing along a warning.

"Yes. That wicked creature is your woman," Jorgen's eyes brightened in sudden recognition. "And from this day forth, your responsibility!"

"Don't call her a...huh?" the teen paused his sudden outburst, as he started to make meaning of what Von Strangle said. Confused, he waited before speaking, and, allowed the words to replay in his mind. Leaning forward, he was filled to the brim with curiosity as he asked "...What are you saying? Do you mean that...you'll still let us remember our relationship?!"

"No." The quick answer nearly killed what little hope Timmy had of persuading Jorgen. "I'm saying that I'm not taking your memories at all."

"..." Speechless, a very obvious thing at the moment. Heartless, a more interesting subject as the giver of life within his body did not echo with vigor. What would be the right word to describe him with, is an unsure thing itself. The mouth of Turner had opened wide, dropped so low that the tip of his bucktooth could touch the top bottom tooth. His eyes switched back and forth, a mixture of dilations to find proper focus. There was one sound though, that came from one that appeared to be lifeless. The sound of air escaping as he tried to speak, yet, was unable to make clear meaning. Closing his mouth to halt the wasted breath, and licking his lips to exercise his tongue, he tried again. "...Wh...w-hat?"

"You shall keep your memories," the giant answered. "Anything that you forget from here on will be your own fault and carelessness, absent of Da Rules' erasing or my alteration."

He blinked, stunned by what he'd just heard. "But...Cosmo and Wanda-"

"Will remain here at your side to assist you with your mission." Timmy felt his eyes widen, and, almost pop out as Von Strangle continued. "And that mission will be to serve Fairy World by keeping your woman far away from it."

"Vicky..." Turner felt his brain awaken as the gears began to turn.

"She is, by far, the most terrifying human I've ever encountered, and I now consider her a major threat to my home world. It is a wonder that the human race does not already bow to her in slavery, or worse." Folding his arms, the fairy adopted a serious look as his attention was turned to the doorway into the living room.

"...Yet," the teen subconsciously admitted without really thinking, earning a scornful look from Jorgen.

"You, on the other hand, deal with her daily and have survived all the way unto this point. I would make use of this by having you keep an eye on the girl and making sure she doesn't follow up on her threats."

"..." again, he was quiet. He hardly knew what to say, but it didn't keep him from trying to communicate several thoughts on his mind. "But, if you just wipe our memories-"

"Then I would be releasing a monster back on earth. Not only would it be unfitting to return you to your dark age, punishment or not, but other children would also be at her mercy. No, that itself would shame fairies everywhere if I made such a conscious decision. So we'll avoid it altogether by also making it your responsibility to make sure she doesn't grow to even more tyrannical heights that would endanger your species or mine."

"But Da Rules?!"

POOF!

The giant book appeared on the kitchen table, opening as it revealed the content inside. The pages flew by until the last rule, number fifty-nine, disappeared on behind the last page with any writing. This new page, however, was completely blank of any tampering or previous ensciptions. That was, however, until a series of explosions were set off. Each one imprinted a word onto the once empty page, letter by letter, remaking the clean slate into one with a purpose. When the smoke from the clouds of magic disappeared, the two staired in awe at the newly born text.

"It's been awhile since I've had to make a new rule off the top of my head, but-once again-you've forced my hand, Turner."

Reaching a hand out, Timmy uncurled one finger to place against the page. Yet, he flinched, pulling back, and observed in near silence. "This..."

"My gift, to you, the newest addition to Da Rules."

VicTim Merit Clause: Fairy World has experienced many loving and good godchildren over its many millennia, as well as bad and neglectful ones. However, while some are proven worthy of having fairies and others unworthy of keeping them, there are those who have been deemed as worthy of forgiveness. Should a child have proven good merits over his or her time as a godchild, then they may appeal for a pardon of the required punishment by offering a form of public service to Fairy World. The pardon and service must be acknowledge by a fairy with ranking to influence Da Rules, as the crimes could earn punishment as serious as the removing of one's godparents. Those seeking appeal should do so swiftly by finding the nearest available fairy council member and petition for one. Note-it can take up to three to five days before your appeal is brought to the council meeting and that itself does not mean it is already approved of. Even if the approval has been guaranteed, there may be some limits towards your future wish making for a certain amount of time if not permanent. You might want to present yourself to answer certain questions and make clear statements. Petitioners may also-

Timmy couldn't read anymore, as he turned his head and didn't dare look back for fear that it would've been just a illusion born from dying hope and desperation.

Yet, when he felt a large hand appear on his shoulder-it almost felt as if he were much smaller again-he turned back to Von Strangle.

"Agree to my terms," Jorgen spoke in a clear tone. "I will need some time to make the change clear to the council, but, if you would just say yes..."

"..." Timmy slowly around, revealing the tear that broke free and was fleeing down his face. "What do you think?"


All three of them, Cosmo, Wanda, and Vicky were stunned into silence as they finished listening. Wiping his face, Turner looked back up and smiled a second time. Everyone stood still, even the hovering fairies seemed to be frozen in midair without the slightest bit of motion. They did not speak, no one did, as this surreal moment unveiled before their eyes. It took what felt like forever for Wanda and Cosmo to allow this fresh knowledge to translate over into their heads, but the second finally arrived when true acknowledgement glistened in their eyes.

"We..." Wanda fell of with her breath. "You're saying that we can stay?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying!" nodding strongly, Timmy confirmed the good news a second time.

"...Vi kan bo?" Cosmo repeated in norweigian, just to extra certain.

Turning to the redhead in between them, the boy grinned. "Thanks to her."

"No."

"Yes."

"I can't believe it," the green fairy exclaimed.

"Believe it!" Turner replied hurriedly.

"Impossible," Cosmo's surprise was such that it caused him to clasp his face to hold his mind together from being blown any further. "Then that would mean-that would mean..." Turning to the redhead, he gazed with shock. "Vicky saved the day, my gosh-Vicky, actually saved us from Da Rules. She really saved our butts!"

"I...I don't have to let you go," Wanda's mind began to race as she fully started to unstand. "Cosmo and I can stay, we can keep granting you wishes. You won't have to forget about us, we can still be a family. We can still keep this-"

"What do you mean?" a voice broke through the pinkette's train of thought. Looking down, she saw Vicky starring at Timmy with hard eyes, as if the redhead was prepared to interrogate the him. "I want to know why...why you love me, what's your reason for wanting to be with me? Last night, you said that you didn't know, that you only wanted to give it a try and find out what's so special about me. But now, if you have an actual reason..." she paused for a moment "I want to know it."

His cheeks a light pink, Timmy rubbed the back of his head before answering shyly. "Isn't it obvious? Well, maybe not, I honestly didn't see it coming until after Jorgen changed the rules. But it feels so weird, like it's been in my face the entire time, and I can't believe it was just that simple."

"..." it wasn't just Vicky, but his fairy godparents that also listened carefully in silence.

When Vicky didn't answer back with anything more than the confusion on her face, the boy added "It's...it's actually kind of funny, really, and I feel a little embarrassed that I'm only figuring it out now."

"...Wait a second," a light switch turned on in the pinkette's mind as a theory appeared inside. "You don't mean it's because..."

The fairy fell short in question, but the boy nodded once more and answered with a smile "Well, yeah, but it's a little different than just that."

"Then that would mean...oh, oh wow," her eyes widen with realization. "That actually does make since."

Raising an eyebrow, Cosmo was compelled to inquire himself. "Hey, you guy's don't mean-" the grins he saw on their faces stopped him, just before pulling the fairy onto their side. "Oh ho ho," he turned directly towards Timmy "You cheesy romantic."

"But it's true," he poked two fingers together as his thoughts began to slow and focus on the subject.

"Who'd have thought, that, would be your reason."

While the family conversed the realization in a language so familiar that it remained secret to any outsiders, or, in this case, newcomers, Vicky grew slightly irritated that she could not understand by Timmy's avoidance of being straightforward with his answer. Not that it wasn't at all that difficult for the teen to guess what he was meaning to say. "Your welcome."

The other three people, beside Vicky, stopped talking with one another, turned back to her, and attention returned to the redhead. A little surprised as he remembered she was right in front of him, and a little nervous that he'd forgotten who'd originally asked the question, Turner's cheeks tinted lightly. "Thank you."

"No problem," she shrugged before folding her arms. "Figures. I'm practically a knight in shiny armor right now, saving little princes twerps in distress, from evil fairy god gym rats and terrifying rule books. I'll be riding off into the sunset towards a better tomorrow if you ever want to give me a kiss, or bake a cake as a reward for my selfless actions."

Raising an eyebrow, Timmy listened with a confused face to her response. It was obvious that it threw him off and into a loop, her attitude that is, as the girl's demeanor was strange when representing the meaning behind the words she used. Vicky didn't say anything herself, enjoying the silence that he had given her. Yet, that itself was short lived, as it gave her time to think. Partly, on how cold she had been when turning on him in a way not too unfamiliar to when she was always evil. It hadn't been her intent to sound so sarcastic and mean, but it came back to her so naturally when she spoke. And the reason why was also the other half of what she was thinking, about how empty she felt inside her chest.

"...Speaking of books, you're starting to become a little too easy to read."

The girl paused for a moment, analyzing his words before becoming inflamed with her natural fury. "Oh really?"

"Yeah," he frowned. "You think that my reason for loving you is only because you saved my fairies."

"Isn't it?" she gave him a disdainful look. "Sounds like a pretty good reason to me."

"Liar." He surprised her with a sudden change in his tone. "That's not just weak, and meaningless, it's stupid."

"..." her eyes wide with shock, Vicky felt lips part as her jaw started to drop. "Saving your family, which you were nearly in tears for when the Magic Terminator showed up in the living room, is stupid?!"

"No," though his said that this was the answer that Timmy likely would've given her, it was actually Wanda who spoke up. "Deciding your potential soul mate and one true love off of a favor, however great it might be, is stupid."

"Mm-hmm," Cosmo nodded as he joined in as well. "I know I just gave an excellent speech about how one should be selfish when pursuing an emotional confidant, but that was being self-centered in a good way. This is just...lame."

Her mouth gaping as she gawked at the three surrounding her, Vicky felt like an odd wheel to an already even number of circles spinning together. "You make it sound like a bad thing when you put it that way."

"Well, if it's not so terrible-" the boy raised a little bit, using his hands on her knees to put his face closer to the redhead's. "-why do you like you're about to cry?"

A little taken back by the question, the girl actually did pull back. A face turning pinker by the second, she said "I am not about to cry."

"I will..." the words caught her attention as looked down to see a sight she was not prepared for. A sorrowful face, filled with guilt, met the redhead as his eyes shined a little with the promise of a tear. "If you keep hurting like that, I'm not sure if I'll stop either."

"Tch!" it irritated her, that much was obvious, at how deep the words honed into her chest. "You better not. I swear if you do, I'll...I'll...I..." Vicky became silently, as it also became evident of what she would do when faced with such emotion. And the results wouldn't be any different from his.

"Okay," the kid responded with glee and a cheerful face that eliminated the tone he'd set earlier.

"...You little brat!" and the teen responded by pinching both of his cheeks and stretching them to lengths that even his grandmother didn't reach. "How dare you trick me and play games with my sensitive heart!"

"Ow! C'mon, at least you feel better now," he tried to lessen her assault on widening his face grabbing the girls wrist. Though she didn't let go, and his cheeks were still standing on end, she stopped to let him speak properly. "Right?"

"Hmph." Letting go, she folded her arms and pouted as he rubbed his face.

Accompanied with more color to his new blush, the boy smiled lightly. "Besides, I can't thank you enough already, even though I'll never stop trying, but it's not my reason."

Her eyes, once again, opened in shock. Yet, they were soon replaced by frustration as she grabbed his shoulders. "Then what is?! Stop yanking my chain and just tell me already why you'd want to be with someone like me who doesn't deserve any of this! Not you and your answers to my affection, not your fairies and their kindness even though this is our first time meeting when they already knew what kind of person I was to you for two years. What?!"

"...You're the one responsible for all this, Vicky," he held her gaze as their eyes stared directly into each other. "You're the sole reason to all of the good things in my life."

Silence.

"Sigh. I told you before, that when we met two years ago, you started pushing me to misery. And you kept it up for two years until, finally, Cosmo and Wanda came out of my magic eight ball to grant me whatever I wanted to wish for. Now, after everything I've been through with them, even when I was ready to let go off them for us, you stopped me. You wouldn't let Jorgen take them away, and, in the end, saved them. It's funny, but not only did you give me fairies that would become a second family to me, it's because of you that I get to keep them and our family. That's not just ironic, it's really...weird. Yet, it's not enough, there's so much more to all the weirdness. Looking back on my time spent with my godparents and hiding them from you, I realized that we used to fight...a lot. There was that time when we had a roller-skating completion, or when you took Wanda's wand during that beauty pageant, and then that one day I wished for a remote control that blended reality with television and you stole it so we had chase you through all the channels that anyone could think of before humanity became enslaved under your dictatorship and an older me had to slip back in time to stop it from happening but died along the way-or, actually, I think he went back to his time period after your destroyed his belt-"

"Ahem!" a cough from above reminded him that now was not the best time to be drifting off into memories of the glory days.

"Right. My point is, you made my life really weird for quite a while, and, I was okay with that. Actually no, I was more than okay, I needed it. You gave me challenge, you push me to do things I wouldn't have done if I were on my own. The other night, I told you that there was no way I'd get rid of you, partly because you'd always come back stronger as someone with even more power, but also because I needed you to stay. I needed you to make sure that I was always miserable, so that I could always keep my fairies, so that I could keep living this weird life and never go back to the dull and pointless one I had before. I accepted you, as a necessary evil, as my arch nemesis, as my balance in karma. That's the way it's been, that's the way it always has to be for me to have any meaning!"

"..." she listened. She understood. She waited.

"...Or at least, that's what I used to think...until the day before yesterday," his toned retreated from the vigorous one he used but a moment ago, and turned to a more humble approach towards the conversation. "You...you did something weirder than I ever expected you would. You opened up to me, but, instead of hurting me, you asked me to stay in a really strange way. And I'm not talking the things you did to me, not exactly, but, it just felt like you wanted me be by your side for a moment and be happy that I was me. You accepted me, and told me that I could have meaning just by being Timmy Turner. The next day, yesterday, when I went to school, I almost lost it because I didn't know what to do. Everything around me just turned into you, or about you, at some point in my classroom as the night before kept repeating in my head. I even hallucinated and thought that my principal was you when she walked into my class, I didn't get any sleep from before, and my mind was real sloppy, but I believed every second of it. I didn't get why at first, but, now, I know that I wished it was you.

"Finally, I got home and my brain only got worse. I kicked out Winston before he could even come inside, and I felt great about it, before taking you upstairs. I was mad at you, frustrated with you, because everything had gotten so complicated and I didn't know what to think about what was going on. Then you opened up to me again, and this time, you made it very clear that you wanted me. Not just so you could take out your own anger on me, or because making me miserable made you feel better, you just wanted me. You celebrated me, for being me, as if it were my birthday. It was weird...no, it was more than weird, I was okay with it! In an instant, my mind was made up and I could just let go of all the tension and stress I had all morning. I still didn't get it then, but I could finally go to sleep.

"And then, today, I figured it out, why I fell for you when I least expected. This morning, when you were singing in the shower, I felt happy, because, I had made you happy. I almost thought my chest was gonna cave in after exploding, but it almost felt like I was going to cry at the same time. I was confused at how made me feel, but so clear at the same about how you did it. Vicky...you have a really powerful affect on me, I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing, but, it's there. Every time you do something, I can't help but react to it almost every time. I'm always at the tip of your fingers, you could poke me in any place you wanted and I'd have no choice but to respond. This isn't really new, by itself, though. When you were nothing but my evil babysitter, I tried fighting against you whenever you came up with a new idea for torturing me. It always kept me on edge, and I always tried thinking of ways to stay one step ahead of being a twerp without teeth. Now, however, even when I get to relax because that's all in the past, I still feel like I have to keep plotting at ways of staying ahead of being a twerp without Vicky.

He paused, breathed, continued.

"When you stood up to Jorgen, I actually did think I was gonna cry this time. I just told you that making you happy made me happy, imagine how I felt when it was just you trying to make me happy. And, in the end, I couldn't help it anymore, you pulled at my heart strings so much that I needed to cry a bit. The reason why wasn't because you saved Wanda and Cosmo, it's not the first time someone's done it beside me. No, it's because, this time, it was you who saved them, that made a big difference to me. That's when I could tell, that there's something more between us that I'm just starting to understand. Whether you're chasing me around the house, or make me want chase you around the world, you will always have a huge impact on my life. And, from the way you talked about it yesterday, I've always been one on yours. It might be cheesy to say this, but I think I can feel an actual connection towards you. We make each other sad, depressed, mad, furious, and even a little crazy when pushed to the point. Then, when we try to be nice to one another, even just a little bit, it's like we've forgotten everything bad that's happen between us. Or, better yet, like we don't even care because we're just glad that the worst is over and gone for the moment. This bond, between us, didn't just happen over night, it's been there since we first met. And, you might not believe me on this...but I think I actually been in love with you all this time, I just didn't know it."

Inhale.

Silence.

Exhale.

"This is my confession. That third good thing that came with you to my home is the same thing you keep bringing every day...you. Please don't puke, but you complete me. I'm not sure if this is exactly how it works, but I think you're my soul mate. You are my one and only significant other. I never would've gotten this far without you. Good or bad, you make my life worth living and I love every part of you. I'm in love with you, and I want to spend everyday proving it. So, if you feel the least bit same way about me-"

Bowing his head along with the upper half of his body, Timmy took to a more humble state as he begged the girl in front of him with all his heart.

"Please be my girlfriend and go out with me!"

The room return to being quiet, save for the throbbing ringing in his ear as blood flushed throughout his entire. Maybe it was because his head was horizontal with his torso, or because he emptied himself out towards his personally declared true love. He never felt like this for anyone, especially not...actually, he couldn't remember who else he was just trying to compare this moment to. All that really matter was that which was inside his chest, and that who was right in front of him. Nothing else mattered, nothing else could distract him. Save for a sudden poof that went off, above him, and the boy realized that his fairies had left him alone. Alone with her, that is, as the boy continued to watch her feet. His focus with unfocused, and his eyes shifted back and forth as they tried to separate her shoes from the floor. He could feel sweat forming on his head, slowly popping up like daisies before marching towards his optics. Timmy's eyes didn't agree with the sudden invasion of salt, and he would have to blink a few times to rid himself of the them. But this anxiety was starting to grow stronger as the wait continued on, the wait for her answer towards his confession. An abrupt movement below him raised every hair on his body, and he saw feet move as her legs shifted. Taking one knee off of the other, planting both shoes on the floor, it was evident enough that a response was soon on its way.

"You're a dick for using me like that," her monotonous tone was not the reaction he been expecting, added with the word she used the day before and he realized that this was far from a yes.

Nevertheless, his reply was quick with "I'm sor-"

"Shut it!" the command was quick, vicious, and unforgiving. "I already told you, no amount of sorry is going to cut it. You might not have known anything about my feelings for you until two nights ago, but that really doesn't change how disgusted I am right now. To think I actually was getting played in the end, you have no idea how despicable that is to me-who's all about being despicable."

"..." he no way to defend himself, nor did he try to think an excuse. The boy awaited whatever else she had throw at him, and was only bit surprised to feel something press against his head with considerable weight. If he'd been completely unprepared, chances were that Turner would've fell over. As it was, supporting, both, himself and the object she had chosen to be part of this punishment was already becoming a chore.

"You're also an idiot..." the words confused him. Not because he didn't agree with them, but, because her voice was so much closer. He realized, with a rise in his heart beat, that Vicky had place her forehead on top of him. Her breath caressed his hair as she had come this near, and, while it did cool him at first, he could feel himself growing hotter. And yet, even though it was him who was starting to feel unstable, there was a peculiar quivering coming from above. Before he could guess the reason and source, the redhead continued "If you were that willing to put up with my shit for your family, why would you even think about letting them go?!"

Stunned, he felt his tongue go slack as he tried to say "But I lo-"

"I said shut up!" she nearly shouted, though, there was no sense towards authority or confidence. "You just learned about this other side to me two days ago, and figured out my real feelings yesterday. Even if there is some kind of bond between you and me, it doesn't change the fact that I'm a major bitch!"

"Don't say that!"

"You shouldn't want me for anything more than using magic to settle old scores with revenge. You shouldn't want me to be anywhere near you outside of my job. You shouldn't be falling for me like there's no one else in the world. You shouldn't care this much about me, as if I have actual worth in your life. You shouldn't be confessing to me like you're gonna die if I say no. You shouldn't...I don't deserve you, okay!"

"Says who?!" Turner had enough and pulled out from under her. Vicky, sensing the movement, pulled away in an instant and used her hands to cover her face. Though he did not have his teenager's strength, once the boy latched onto her wrist, he refused to let go. The redhead, so quick to escape, removed herself from behind her hiding spot and revealed that eye pinks eyes had quickly turned red as streams of tears flowed easily down her face. Forced to look directly him, she tried to return back to her palms, only to be halted when the boy pressed his face forward. Finally, there was no where else to escape from him.

Faced with the obstacle before her, Vicky answered "Anyone with common sense."

"You really think someone else's opinion matters?"

She didn't reply.

"Well...fuck common sense." A bolt went off in the girls head, as she became stunned with his choice of words. Her mouth gaping wide open, she could feel her jaw opening and closing as she tried to give a response. "No, Vicky, what about this feels common, much less, makes any sense. I'd be the first to admit that this is strange if you already weren't."

"But...I-"

"It's not about whether you deserve me or not!" he stopped her. "If that was the case, than I couldn't be with you because I don't deserve you. Anything and everything I've ever done to hurt you, whether I knew how you felt or not, makes me feel sick when I think about it now. If anything, I shouldn't..."

"Don't say it," breaking her hands away from one another, she cupped his cheeks and brought him closer. Placing a kiss against his forehead, the redhead said "You're the only good thing in my life right about now. I'm no masochist, but, whatever pain I felt is only proof that you're all that can make me feel like someone who's special and not just an evil babysitter."

"...Vicky."

"Hmm?"

"I may not deserve you, and you might think the same about me. And maybe, that's the actual truth," he spoke slowly. "But, I think that, what really matters...is that I want to try. I want to be someone who does deserve you."

"...I want to try deserving you to."

"Then I don't care about what you used to be like," Timmy leaned his forehead against hers. "In fact, I love your bitch side like the rest of you."

The redhead laughed at the way he said it, noticing how uncomfortable the boy was. It made him blush a little, and it was Turner's turn to try and escape. But Vicky pushed back and leaned closer to give a reply. "I guess that means I get to love all of you as well...dick."

"Can we please choke on soap after this, it feels like my tongue is turning green and is waiting to fall out."

"Mmm. Can't have that, I still have use for it," she smirked at his little plea for the return of his innocence. "Tell me I'm pretty."

His eye did a little quirk, another memory he'd rather not revisit, before replying "You're beautiful."

"Smooth. Tell me what's your favorite thing about me."

"Everything that ever was, is, and will be."

"Cheesy. Say that one thing your little friends in school will outcast you for all of eternity."

"...I love you, Vicky."

"..."

"..."

She pressed her lips against his and, like a thief, stole his breath. Turner, already becoming addicting to her kisses, moved forward almost subconsciously before he took control and pushed further. There was no tongue, there were no games, just a kiss. It was nice, simple, easy to follow, and emotional. It was honest and lacking in any ulterior motive, only relaying messages of truth between the two. At a moment, one would have more to say than the other and would venture deeper to prove the meaning behind. At a second, the other could plenty to debate and one would just receive the bulk of its purpose. There was nothing crazy about, nothing out of order, nothing wrong, nothing of actual notice or concern. It was a kiss, a true kiss.

And when it ended, both participants were set to working on replenish their lungs. There was nothing to say, everything they needed to know had been settle within that silent moment. But, there would be one announcement.

"Alright...I'll be your girlfriend."


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(-_- ) This is a lemon with 9 chapters and only 3 are there to remind you of that.

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(-_- ) Now multiply that by being the Big Finale.

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