AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE FAIRLY ODD PARENTS/WENN ELFEN HELFEN SERIES!
"What do you mean Timmy is missing!" Wanda shouted at the phone. "You were supposed to be watching him while we took our time off, Jorgen!" Cosmo was rubbing her back to calm her down at the same time his face was deathly white and his own panic levels were rising inside of him.
"I was watching the child!" Jorgen shouted back at her. By now the others in the living room had heard them and come into the kitchen to see what the fuss was all about.
"Cosmo," he heard his mother say, "who's on the phone, dear?"
"Never mind that Jorgen," Wanda said, ignoring Edna, "Just start looking for him! We'll be there to help in a flash!"
"No, you must stay where you are. I lost the Turner child, I'll find him. Finish your family visit. That is an order!" Jorgen said before hanging up faster than Wanda could protest. By now tears were in Cosmo's eyes. Wanda turned to him and held a hand to his cheek.
"Oh, honey it'll be alright. Don't cry." She told him soothingly, taking his right hand in her free one and caressing it with her thumb. Mama Cosma stepped forward to help ease Cosmo's tears but he surprised them both by stepping away from her and pulling Wanda with him, poofing them both out of the room.
The place they reappeared in was dark and Wanda couldn't see very much. Cosmo went over to the the door and flicked a light-switch. When the room was illuminated she could see it was a child's. "Cosmo," she said softly to him, "Where are we?" He sat down on the race car bed and buried his head in his hands, tugging at his emerald hair. She sat down next to him carefully and rubbed his back soothingly. Bending forward she kissed the top of his head and he looked up at her with tear-filled eyes.
"I'm sorry, Wanda. I-I just overreacted. I didn't mean to send us here." He said shakily. She made a soft soothing noise as she pulled him into her, kissing the top of his head and holding him around the shoulders as he wept into her chest, staining her blouse.
"Shhh, it'll be okay, Cosmo. We'll find Timmy and everything will be alright again." She whispered to him soothingly as she placed more gentle kisses in his hair. "We'll be a family again in no time, you'll see, honey." A few minutes passed in silence as Cosmo's tears lessened and Wanda still soothed him with kisses and rubs. When he finally stopped shuddering for the most part he removed himself from her chest and looked at her gratefully.
"I'm still sorry." He told her as he looked down at the ground. "This is my old room. My old old room from before I moved up to the attic." Wanda nodded and scooted closer to Cosmo on the bed, running her hands comfortingly through his hair. He leaned his head onto her shoulder and breathed in the scent of her skin. It smelled salty and sweet as his tears mixed with the natural scent of her body. "You smell nice. Like an ocean next to an ice cream stand." She giggled softly and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"That's very sweet, hon." He looked up at her again and pushed the hair from her eyes. He lifted his legs onto the bed and sat cross-legged facing her. She was doing the same to face him when he suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him in a hug. Having no where else to put them, she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Cosmo," she said lightly, "I know what you're trying to do but I don't think this is the right time for this." She pulled back enough to face him and he nodded. She kissed him on the lips apologetically but soon found herself deepening the kiss on her own, allowing it to become more passionate. Cosmo pulled away, a confused expression clear in his eyes. "I'm sorry." She said sheepishly. "I don't know what just got into me there." He nodded and stood up, still holding her to his waist which confused her.
"Cosmo, you can let me down now." She reminded him but he shook his head and surprised her once again by mustering enough strength to poof them back into their bedroom. He let her down softly and sat on the bed exhausted. "Cosmo you can't keep doing that," her voice held worry, "you're going to drain your magic stores." He nodded and she sat beside him, stroking his hair as she examined him with her eyes to make sure everything was still ok. "I don't want to lose you." He looked at her with tired eyes and she couldn't help but kiss him again. He deserved it after all that happened tonight.
He pulled away. "Wanda. You don't have to if you don't want to just to make me feel better about being a bad godparent and husband. Again." She moved so that she was sitting against his hips with her knees on either side of him. She put a hand to the side of his face.
"Cosmo. First of all, I don't want you to ever say that you are a bad godparent again. Have you seen how much joy you give to Timmy? How much happiness you bring to him by just being there when he needs you to be? Cosmo, you are ten times the father that his own father is and your just his godfather. Second of all, don't you ever ever say again that you are a bad husband because you never have been. If anything you are one of the most caring, supportive and loving husbands that I have ever seen and sometimes you make it hard for me to believe that I could ever be so lucky to have you in my life. Especially as my husband whom I wouldn't trade for anyone. And lastly," she said, stroking his cheek with her thumb, "I want to do this, Cosmo. I want to and I need to because I love you with everything that I have. And I always will." With that said she leaned into him again, kissing him with as much passion and depth as she could. They fell forward and Cosmo lay on his back with his hands on her waist as she lay on top of him. The love flowing from her to him in every touch and every kiss was almost unbelievable as they gave into each other.
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Meanwhile Timmy was trying desperately to go back to sleep on the cot in the stone room. This had to be a dream, no reality could have ever brought him here. He was just asleep and in a few hours he would wake up at home to Cosmo and Wanda right there with him and a nice warm breakfast before school. But as he thought this a chilling wind rushed through the window at the top of the room and rushed down at him, freezing him to the bone. He pulled the meager blanket about him but it offered no warmth against the wind or the drip drops of rain as they landed on him rhythmically. He opened his eyes and wished desperately for Cosmo and Wanda to be with him. A knock sounded on the door again and another note slipped through the flap. Timmy slipped out of the bed, his knees still weak as he hobbled over toward the door. He picked it up and read it to himself.
'Timothy, Terribly sorry about the storm, dear boy. Got to have something to protect the castle! Anyway, I am sending Arthur to come gather you from your room and move you to more comfortable surroundings. Once again, I am terribly sorry for the storm. - M. A.'
Just as the note had said a man knocked and entered the room. He had shaggy blond hair and stood at just about six feet tall. He had kind brown eyes and a lop-sided grin; he couldn't be more than seventeen and he was rather gangly for his age and a bit scrawny but he held his staff proudly as he stood before Timmy. He was dressed strangely as well in Medieval clothing. He frowned when he saw Timmy's knees begin to buckle underneath his own weight. "Hm, Master said you were in bad shape, but I had no idea! Here," he said, his voice was oddly smooth and deep for a boy like him, as he reached into his cloak and pulled out a corked vial. He uncorked it easily and handed it to Timmy. "Drink it, it'll help with your injuries." Timmy nodded and drank it. Almost instantly his headache was gone and he could stand upright once more. Only a dull ache still resided in his joints.
Arthur smiled. "Ah, there we are. Right as rain again, I see. Now if you'll follow me, Sir has a room ready for you in the western wing." Timmy nodded and followed Arthur down the many halls and corridors of the palace. They'd been walking for a total of ten minutes until they finally reached a rounded wooden door that Arthur swung open easily. "Here, you are then. Have a good night!" He said before walking off and closing the door behind him.
Timmy looked around him, taking note of everything in the room. The bed was actually a four poster bed with royal blue curtains hanging about it and matching blankets with white sheets. The windows were stained glass and held depictions of different kings and queens and other royalties. The desk in the corner was large and oaken dark of color with a plush chair with golden handles and legs and blue cushion standing with it. The floors were carpeted and blue with the theme of the room. Everything was absolutely royal; meant for a prince he was sure. He walked carefully forward, taking off his dirty tennis shoes and leaving them by the door. He sat gently on the bed and felt his tiredness returning to him. He laid back and slipped under the blankets, snuggling close into the silk of the pillows. He felt like he was sleeping for the first time in years.