(livingstatue scratches off another day in his cell as his food slides under the door.)
What, gruel again? Is it that hard to make a bologna sandwich?

Voice calls from behind the door: Maybe if you say it…

Disclaimer – I DO NOT OWN FAIRLY ODDPARENTS or any song, band, places, object, or movies mentioned in my stories and I make NO money by adding them.

Song List:

What I've Done – by – Linkin Park
We Got It Going On – by – Bon Jovi (feat. Big & Rich)
Purple Haze – by – Jimi Hendrix

Remember The Time

Chapter 9
What I've Done

Thursday, July 2 10:30 am.

As a shiver rocked through his body, Timmy quickly became aware of the fact that he was cold. He was so cold in fact, that it felt like someone poured ice cubes down his shirt as a practical joke. Even worse, the taste in his mouth was disgusting. He opened his eyes to see a toilet before him; he was in the bathroom. Timmy tried to push himself to a sitting position, but the wave of nausea that washed over his stomach forced him to lie down again.

"Why do I feel like shit?" He groaned aloud miserably, grabbing his head in attempt to stop the world from spinning. His head was so clouded that he couldn't clearly recall the events from yesterday. Okay, what could he remember? Timmy continued lying on the floor as he forced his memory to work.

Wednesday, July 1 7:59 am.

Hovering near the clock, Cosmo and Wanda started counting down. "3, 2, 1…GOOD MORNING, TIMMY!"

Timmy screamed and fell out of his bed due to this sort of rude awakening. He thought he'd be used to his godparents greeting him like this on every morning they knew he would be doing some major wishing by now, but still. Every year's party was the same thing, a loud greeting, almost all of Dimmsdale showing up to the dance party in his living room, not to mention the carnal outside, topped off with the world's largest fireworks display ever. Not that it wasn't awesome, but 6 years of it was getting monotonous.

"Morning guys." Timmy rose to his feet and brushed the dust off his pajama pants. "Hey, do you mind if we keep it simple this year?"

"What did you have in mind, Timmy?" Wanda asked, already heating her wand in preparation to cast some major magic. It was after all, their one chance to go all out in the past year.

"Just a small party with my closest friends, if that's okay."

"But Timmy, don't you wanna see Truck-a-saurus?" As Timmy shook his head, Cosmo grabbed him by the front of his shirt and began shaking him violently. "Why don't you wanna see Truck-a-saurus? He can eat a whole car in under five minutes, A WHOLE CAR!"

"Look, every year you guys go overboard on the celebrating, and every year my parents almost find out about you guys as they barge in, trying to throw me one of their own lame parties. I'm sorry, but I just can't take the risk anymore."

His dream for utter chaos dashed, Cosmo sunk to the floor, sulking. Wanda, on the other hand, was glad to see how much Timmy matured over the past years. He had learned how to be responsible and committed. One thing she could definitely admit, he was no longer that stupid little ten-year-old boy that they loved for so long. It may or may not have something to do with his making the football team or his girlfriend being pregnant. Nonetheless, Wanda was proud to call Timmy her godchild. "Okay Sport, if a small party is all you want, I'll send out a quick set of invites to your friends."

"Thank Wanda...and while you do that, I'm gonna go grab some breakfast."

Timmy hurried down the stairs to the kitchen and stopped at the entrance. His mother was usually hovering over the stove this time of morning, and his father reading the paper at the table, but neither was present. Instead, there lay a note on the table with a small stack of money under it. Timmy picked up the note and instantly recognized his mother's handwriting.

Dear Timmy,

Your father and I were invited to join Chip Skylark for his wedding to pop diva Britney Britney as well as their honeymoon tour on his luxurious cruise ship. Be gone for a week, left you some cash for essentials. Sorry you had to find out last minute and I hope you understand.

Love,
Mom

P.S. Don't forget to go to your doctor appointment.

"Yeah, that figures." Timmy crumpled up and threw away the note before pocketing the cash. "Well, I already took care of seeing the doctor, so I guess that means I can just chill at home until the gang shows up."

He kept breakfast simple, just some fried eggs and toast. By the time he finished, took a shower, and returned to his room, Wanda had sent out the invites via magic and was awaiting further orders. "Okay Timmy, you say the words and everything will be done in a flash."

"Okay, I wish my living room was party ready." With a raise of his godparent's wands, Timmy heard the scuffing of furniture downstairs. "Now that's taken care of, I have some free time. You wanna play some Gears, Cosmo?" Before he finished asking, the Xbox360 was on and ready to go. "…Guess that answers that."

Once the screen finished loading, a pop up notification of which of his friends were online appeared on the display. Timmy scrolled through his list until he saw a name that hadn't been online in a while.

beaverboy: long time on c what have u been up 2

3point1415: same old whats the matter your mic broken

beaverboy: yeah its on the fritz again wanna join me and c on gears

3piont1415: no thanks exploring the new add-on for fallout

*Ding Dong*

"Wow, someone's here already?" Timmy checked his watch to see it was barely past noon. "Well, I guess that's okay."

beaverboy: g2g my guests are arriving

3point1415: okay no prob, ttyl

"Aren't we gonna play, Timmy?" Cosmo whined as Timmy rose to his feet.

"Sorry Cosmo, but I have to let my guests in. Tell you what, Poof knows how to play, why don't the two of you have at it?" At the sound of Timmy's suggestion, Poof picked up the remote and waved it around happily in triumph. "There, see, now you can still play. Wanda, you coming?"

"Sorry Sweetie, but if you're gonna let these two play this game, I'd better stay back and keep them out of trouble."

"All right then. Just to make sure no one comes up to see what the noise is about, though, I wish my room was soundproof." Timmy exited his room and as his closed the door, saw the edges shine, confirming his wish was in place.

On his way to the door, he noticed the furniture pushed against the wall and there were balloons and streamers all over the living room. In the far corner of the room, the stereo stood ready to go with a variety of CDs stacked next to it. Loaded on the table next to the stereo was a wide assortment of finger sandwiches, chips and nachos, and pigs in a blanket as well as mini corndogs. By the looks of it, Wanda picked out most of their snacks, but apparently, Cosmo wasn't going to let go of his hankering for carnival food so easily.

Looking back at the staircase, Timmy laughed silently to himself. 'That is should he ever pull himself away from the video game long enough to come down here.'

The door bell rang again and Timmy answered it to let his friends in, but the only person standing there was Mark, with a large bag that looked like it had a couple of presents in it, and he nearly blew out his eardrums with his greeting. "Yo Turner, what sup!"

"Hey Mark, come on in." Timmy stood aside to let Mark in, and after a quick check to see if anyone else was nearby, closed the door. "You're just in time to help me finish setting up."

"Uh, okay, whatca' want me to do?" Timmy was just thinking the same thing. Wanda took care of almost everything, so there wasn't much left to do. After a quick glance around, Mark spotted something that was missing. "Oh, I know, I'll make the punch. I have an awesome recipe that I know everyone will love!"

Timmy nodded in agreement before something in the back of his mind made him question if it was a Yugopotamian recipe. "Wait, it doesn't involve adding any acid, or manure, or something along that line, to the mix, does it?"

"Of course not, I got this recipe from one of your various Earth cooking manuals."

Against his better judgment, Timmy led him to the kitchen so he could mix up the punch. While Mark did that, Timmy returned to the living room just as the bell rang again. This time it was a few of his fellow teammates.

"Hey Turner, we got your invites." Timmy let them in, whereupon they quickly made their way to the stereo to get the tunes going, as more guests started showing up soon after.

Is there anybody out there looking for a party
Shake your moneymaker, baby smoke it if you got it
We just wanna have some fun, if you don't wanna kit this
Everybody raise your hands, come on I need a witness

In moments, the group was dancing about the living room to the music blaring over the speakers, and somehow multicolor strobe lights were flashing across the room, too. An hour later, the house was packed with loads of people he knew, and even some he didn't. Food was disappearing faster than was being generated by a never-ending food enchantment.

'Just how many invites did Wanda send out?' Timmy asked himself upon answering the door for another group of guests. To his disbelief, a large gondola on wheels rowed up next. 'Damn it, I'm gonna kill Cosmo for inviting Vikings.'

Soon the party grew out of hand, and Timmy was running around like a lunatic, trying to remove all the breakable object from the room before anyone got the idea of playing hacky sack with them. Especially the new crystal vase; his parents hadn't insured it yet. After locking the breakable and valuable items in his parent's room, Mark stopped him before he could run off again.

"Dude, you look way stressed out. Here, have some punch." Mark forced a cup of the strange red beverage into his hands, which Timmy scrutinized with a suspicious look. He still wasn't sure he should trust Mark's recipe. "Dude, I swear, it's not poisoned. Look, everyone else is drinking it, and they look fine to me."

Timmy observed the room to find everyone was indeed drinking the punch, with no deathly side-effects. Timmy figured if nobody was sick yet, it couldn't hurt to try it. He tipped the cup back, letting the fruity concoction pour down his throat. The next thing he knew, a buzz of energy surged though his body. The sensation was new and exciting, and all he knew was; he liked it. "Whoa, that was awesome."

"Told ya, now, get out there and mingle." With that, Mark shoved him into the dancing crowd.

Before he could object, Timmy found himself surrounded by classmate, particularly cheerleaders, bouncing and swaying against him. Timmy resisted an urge to touch them, but he did allow a dance or two… maybe three, nothing too persuasive though.

The night grew on, and the music seemed to get louder with each new song. Nevertheless, Timmy was starting to have fun as the next song loaded.

Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin funny, but I don't know why
'scuse me while I kiss the sky

The music sounded distorted, and for reasons he couldn't explain, his vision was becoming blurry, even doubling at some point. Was it the song messing with his head, or did it have something to do with the strange prickling sensation covering his body? Of the few coherent thoughts that were passing through his head, he wondered; 'What the hell was in that punch?'

Purple haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me

The lyrics to the song made his mind function properly for a second. Checking his watch, Timmy realized it was past 7:00 pm.

'Where's Tootie, she's late.' No sooner had Timmy thought it, then he spotted her next to Chester and AJ. Her back was facing towards him and she wasn't in her usual attire, which he would have to thank Molly for later. Tonight she had on a dark purple skirt and a black tee shirt. At first, he didn't recognize her, but her long black hair — though pulled back into a ponytail — and slick figure gave her away. By the looks of it, she was laughing hysterically at a joke one of them just told. "There's my girl."

Timmy ran over, turned her around, and kissed her with every ounce of stored passion from the past two weeks. He must have taken her by surprise, because at first she resisted, but soon her lips gave way and her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. She returned his kiss with a hunger he knew all too well. Before he knew it, she jumped up and latched her legs around him, and he was all to welling to grab her ass to support her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Chester and AJ, mouths agape in shock. Timmy figured it made sense, seeing as they didn't know he and Tootie had already taken their relationship this far.

The images went completely black beyond that point in his memory. He didn't know how long he been lying there on the bathroom floor, but apparently it was long enough that his pounding head quieted down a little bit. Timmy stumbled briefly as he finally managed to rise to his feet. The first thing he did was turn on the sink and splash some water on his face to clear the remaining fog from his mind. As he stepped back, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and couldn't help but start laughing; he was stark naked. "Looks like Tootie and I are gonna have a tradition when it comes to celebrating."

Once he felt fully awake and downed a couple of Advil to finish off his headache, Timmy opened his bathroom door and found himself smiling again. There was a small amount of long raven black hair just visible from under the covers. He figured she was shielding her eyes from the suns light, which was surprisingly intense that morning.

Before he could make his way over to the bed and join her, the sound of rapid, heavy footsteps climbing the stairs came to his ears. Timmy suddenly felt the need to cover up and started franticly searching for a pair of shorts. He figured if any of his guests had as bad of a headache as he did, then they would've stayed the night as well. As Timmy pulled a pair of boxers past his knee, the door flew open and his heart nearly stopped.

"Hi Timmy, hope you don't mind, but I let myself in using the hid-a-key…Oh, you starting the party without me?" Tootie giggled flirtatiously as she made her way over to Timmy, but a groan from his bed made her stop in her tracks.

The movement of the girl in his bed took them both by surprise. With her hands on her head, she sat up, letting the covers fall down revealing her large bare breast. "Do you mind keeping it down? My head is killing me."

Silently, Timmy was thankful that he didn't have the watch to look after Tootie anymore. He could only imagine that if her witnessing the kiss after his practice made his hand go numb, then the sight before her could've sent a jolt of electricity through him so intense it might've killed him.

Within seconds, Tootie bolted down the stairs and out the front door. Timmy tried to chase after her, but due to the boxer shorts around his knees, tripped over his own feet, and raised his arm in a futile attempt to stop her. "Tootie, wait!"

"Tootie?" Trixie grabbed the sheet to cover herself, now that she realized she was naked in someone else's bed. Although lying on the floor, Timmy finally pulled his shorts all the up way. He scavenged the floor looking for clothes that weren't soiled and even spotted Trixie's clothing. He tossed them to her and was about to dash out the door when her voice called out to him. "Timmy, hold on a second! Before you go, can we please clear this up?"

Trixie continued holding the sheets in place as Timmy returned to his bed and sat on the edge, sighing. "Fine, let's get this over with."

"We um…" Trixie waved her finger back and forth between them to amplify her question. "Did, we…?"

"Most likely." Timmy answered with a low and empty tone.

"Great, I can't believe I gave up my virginity and can't remember it."

Timmy's guilt for what he did grew even more with her statement. He could only imagine what the possible repercussions were. "Oh man, I just washed my sheets, too."

"Relax Turner, I lost my hymen in an accident months ago." Taken by shock at her comment, Timmy stared back at her, causing Trixie to laugh. "Such are the risks of cheerleading you know."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it the way it sounded. It's just that, I have a small problem when it comes to blood."

"Really, I never would've pictured you as hemophobic, what with those gory games and all." She added pointing at his video game library.

"Fake blood's fine. Real blood's a problem." What he couldn't tell her, was that his fear only recently developed, and it was her fault. The image of Tootie, dying in his arms, on that rainy night would forever haunt his memories. Even now, no matter how much he washes his hands, he swore he could still feel her blood on his skin, and it sent a chill down his spine just thinking about it.

"Well, that's an understandable fear. Um, we didn't use protection either, did we?" Trixie felt a twinge of fear, already guessing his answer. Sure enough, Timmy shook his head. "Great, well, at least I'm on the pill."

"Good, I don't think I can handle having two kids." Timmy covered his mouth the second the words left his lips. He turned back to Trixie, praying she didn't hear him. However, her gasp and wide-eyed expression confirmed that his actions were too late.

"You mean Tootie's…" Hesitantly, Timmy nodded. "Oh my god, now everything makes sense."

"What are you talking about? What makes sense?"

"All right, I'll explain. Did Tootie tell you the details about what happened when she offered me her friendship?" Timmy merely shook his head to answer. "Well, when I realized that you no longer had feelings for me, I told her I won't try to steal you away from her. Even though I meant it, a little piece of me screamed not to believe it, and I felt like crying as my heart ripped apart. She then offered me her friendship and a hug. To tell you the truth, it was the kindest, warmest hug I've ever received from anyone, and now I know why. It was a motherly hug, that's something I've never had before."

Timmy found himself further perplexed by her reason. "What do you mean you've never had a motherly hug, doesn't your mother ever hug you?"

"My mother's dead, you idiot!"

The rage that erupted in her voice caused Timmy to flinch and nearly fall of the bed. "Whoa, sorry, I didn't know. I always assumed your parents were divorced, and that's why you leave during the Summer. You know, to go visit her or something."

Trixie's attitude quickly shifted to that of depression upon shaking her head. "No, I never knew my mother. She died giving birth to me."

Timmy felt like kicking himself for unintentionally hurting her feelings. "Jeez, I'm on a roll today. I'm sorry Trixie."

"It's okay. It's something I've accepted." Trixie hugged the covers closer to her frame as she moved to stand. "Before I go, would you mind if I take a shower?"

"Yeah sure, go ahead." Timmy lifted himself from the bed long enough for her to slip off the bed — sheets still covering the majority of her body — and head for the bathroom. Even though he tried not to, Timmy followed her exposed back with his eyes until the door closed, concealing her behind it. Once Trixie was out of sight, Timmy slapped himself for allowing his eyes to watch her. The water started, signaling he was alone, and Wanda's cue to poof in. "And where have you been? Why didn't you try to stop me last night?"

"I did try, Sport, but you wouldn't listen. You even wished Cosmo and I downstairs to the party."

That's when Timmy realized it was just him and his godmother in the room. "Speaking of which, where is Cosmo?"

"He's sleeping off his hangover. That's what he gets for drinking an entire barrel of honey mead with the Vikings." Obviously pissed off at his recklessness, Wanda crossed her arms. "I swear, there are some days I don't know why I fell in love with the idiot."

"Man, I must've been out of it last night because I don't remember any of it." Wanda started whistling as she did every time she got nervous. "Okay, spill, what happened?"

"Well, just as the cops pulled up to complain about the noise, I poofed everyone home and in bed. Most of your guests were too out of it like you were to realize what was happening. And before you ask, I couldn't touch Trixie because you thought she was the girl you loved-"

"And you can't mess with love." Timmy quoted the line with her, having heard it a hundred times before.

"…Right. Anyways, after you passed out, somewhere in your mind you knew what you did, because your guilty conscience made you wish in your sleep, again."

Timmy looked around and noticed everything seemed normal and quiet. In fact, too quiet, if he had been sleep wishing from guilt. "So, where are all the monsters and strange warped objects and crap?"

"That's the only thing I'm thankful for, your first wish was for everyone at the party to forget past 8:00. In turn, you forgot and stopped wishing."

Timmy nodded, for it made sense. Then another thought came to mind. "Wait, if I wished for everyone to forget, how do you remember?"

"I thought that would be obvious; I can't erase my own memory."

"Well, at least damage control is taken care of. I still can't believe I did, could this day get any worse?" As if to answer his question, Timmy necklace suddenly grew still and cold. Overtaken instantly by panic, he turned to his godmother. "I wish to see Tootie!"

The television in the corner buzzed to life as Wanda magically tuned into the image of Tootie lying on her bed. Timmy held the edges of the screen, praying that she hadn't done anything drastic. Much to his relief, he could hear Tootie's sobbing. "What's wrong Timmy? I haven't seen you this worried since you found Tootie's letter."

"My necklace stopped beating and I got scared thinking she'd gone for her switchblade."

"She must've taken it off. If you recall, you wished to feel each other's heart through the necklace. If I had to guess, I'd say that you both have to be wearing them in order for that to happen."

Realizing how bad he must've hurt Tootie to make her take off the necklace, Timmy sunk even further into his own depression. "She's never going to forgive me this time…No, I can't think like that. I have to apologize. I have to at least try."

"So, what are you going to do?"

That was a good question and he sat there thinking about it. What could he do? He doubted he could just show up at her door and beg her to forgive him, again. 'Think, Turner, think. Remember what you and Tootie have been through together. What would get her to listen to you?'

The idea jumped into his head almost as fast as he leapt from the bed and finished dressing. "Where are you going, Timmy?"

"AJ's, there something I need from him." With those words, Timmy ran out the door and down the street. It didn't take him long either. AJ lived roughly the same distance from him as Tootie did, only in the opposite direction. His father answered the door, and judging by his demeanor, he was angry that AJ came home so late and in almost as bad a condition Timmy was in that morning. It took some serious work with words on Timmy's part, but he was able to persuade the man to let him talk to AJ.

"Okay wait, you're telling me that you blacked out like everyone else, slept with Trixie, Tootie walked in on the two if you naked, and to top it off, Tootie is pregnant. Did I miss anything?" AJ's reaction was understandable. It was a lot of information to take in at once, even for a genius.

"No, that's about all of it."

"That's quite a predicament you got yourself into there, Timmy. Let me ask you this, have you even tried to just call Tootie and say you're sorry?" Of course, Timmy over thought the whole thing and that solution never even crossed his mind. Shamefully, he lowered and shook his head. "Well then, why don't you give it a try? I'm sure it can't hurt."

"I guess you're right." Timmy sighed as he pulled out his cellphone.

"Of course I'm right, I'm a genius, remember?" He stated, just a little too smugly. Timmy gave a sarcastic chuckle before turning his attention back to the phone.

Timmy held the phone to his ear once he dialed Tootie's home number. It rang a few times, before the voice he was really hoping not to hear answered it. "Hello?"

"Hi Vicky, it's Timmy. Can I talk to Tootie, it's very important."

"Yeah, hold on." The line went quiet for a second as he waited for her to give Tootie the phone.

"NO!" Timmy pulled the phone away from his ear at the sound of her shriek. Then, the line went dead.

Judging by AJ's face, he heard her, too. "Man, she sounds pissed."

"Yeah, and yet somehow, I knew that wouldn't work." Timmy hung his head again.

"So, what's your next plan?" AJ inquired in curiosity.

"Well, that's why I came over to begin with. The new plan is the old plan." AJ cocked his head, not knowing what Timmy was planning. "You still have that old keyboard lying around somewhere?"

"Yeah, it's in the closet last time I checked. Why?"

"You mind helping me out and playing it?"

"Oh no, forget about it. I'm not getting involved in this." AJ jumped up from his bed, about to insist that Timmy leave.

"Alex Johnson Phillips, do my ears deceive me, or are you about to break our honor pact?" His word hit the right target, for AJ turned around. However, Timmy wasn't expecting to anger that was written on his face.

"After you disgrace yourself by sleeping with Trixie, you dare accuse me of breaking the honor code?" Timmy hung his head in shame for the accusation. He knew AJ was right and he couldn't force him to help. "However, I will help you regardless."

"You will, seriously?" His hope restored, Timmy looked up to see AJ was smiling.

"Of course," AJ sat back on the bed and pounded fists with Timmy. "Bros before hoes."

"You do realize I'm here asking you to help me get back my 'ho'?" Timmy jokingly added finger quotes and laughed, or he would've, if AJ hadn't punched his shoulder.

"Hey, Tootie's not a ho. She one of us, and more importantly, the girl you love. And love is the strongest bond any two people can have towards each other." AJ leaned back and rested on his bed. "Thanks to my relationship with Molly, I'm starting to truly understand the concept of just how strong love is. In addition, I finally understand what Chester was talking about; you know, seeing the girl happy even if it's with someone else."

"We got it bad, don't we?" Timmy laughed, as he joined AJ in staring at the ceiling.

"You can say that again." The two laughed for another few minutes before AJ sat up and looked down at him, suddenly very serious. "So, what song do you plan to serenade her with this time?"