DGG: Ah. I overreacted on the last chapter...however, it was bad...I feel like a dork. Anyways, here's the next chapter. It's a short one, but hey. Review!


"Someone, tell me how close we are to finding a cure for The Mark?" ordered Jorgen Von Strangle.

"Well, Sir, the virus is very hard to decipher," answered one of the blue-suited technicians. "However, we do feel that we have a strong grasp and a vaccine could be created shortly."

"Good. We don't have much time! Work harder if you must, but whatever you do, don't stop until there is a vaccine!"

The smaller fairies all nodded in obedience; however, they barely had any time to get back to work when red lights started flashing and loud alarms began going off left and right. The multitudes of technicians looked up from their tedious work as Jorgen rushed to a large computer and began typing furiously on the keyboard. Finally an image of Fairy World appeared showing a mass attack by the anti-fairies.

"They would dare attack Fairy World? Well then they will have to deal with me!" cried Jorgen as he banged his mighty wand on the tile floor and transported himself from the laboratory to the streets of his colorful home. Screaming fairies flew past him frantically as the anti-fairies unleashed a multitude of attacks.

"ENOUGH!" boomed Jorgen as he unleashed blasts from his own wand at the intruders, hitting each one he came in contact with, with ease.

"Sorry, Jorgen, but you're not in charge anymore."

The large, muscular fairy turned around to find the most evil and devious of all the anti-fairies.

"Anti-Cosmo, leave this world or prepare to suffer the consequences."

"Like I said, you're no longer in charge. Your threats mean nothing to me," he crossed his arms smugly.

"I'll give you one last warning."

"You don't frighten me, Jorgen. In fact," Anti-Cosmo unleashed a powerful blast from his wand, hitting Jorgen full-force in the stomach. The large fairy instantly doubled over in pain, becoming very pale and sickly. "You're no threat at all."

"What…is this?" Jorgen strained.

"You have just been marked! Normally, it may take a day or two for the effects to become dangerous; however, with the addition of Baby Poof's magic, I am the strongest being in the universe! With the extra power, I am able to increase the amount of the virus that enters your body! You're in a grave deal of trouble, Jorgen."

"As is the rest of Fairy World, Father," Foop flew up next to the anti-fairy male. "And there's nothing anyone can do about it!"


Cosmo was not sure how he was going to break the news about their godson to Wanda. He didn't want her to know that he had failed in protecting poor Timmy; however, he couldn't keep it a secret either. Cosmo didn't know what to do. He felt that he shouldn't leave Timmy alone, but he also felt like he had to break the news to his wife face to face. The green-haired fairy cast a look down at his godchild. The fairy was still disguised as a fly on the wall, and Timmy was still in agonizing pain. Currently the two elder Turners were sitting next to their son's bed; they refused to leave his side for anything. Figuring he would be safe under his parents' watchful gaze, the fairy felt this would be a good time to poof home to tell Wanda. With one last fleeting glance at the young brunette in the hospital bed, Cosmo poofed himself home to his fishbowl.

"Wanda!" he called inside the large castle. "Wanda, where are you?"

He drifted through the halls of his home, but could find no trace of his wife anywhere. Finally, he decided to check the bedroom thinking that maybe she and Poof were sleeping. The male hovered in the doorway and found his wife lying on the bed.

"Wanda," he inched towards her clutching his wand nervously, "I…have some bad news."

Cosmo stopped suddenly once he made it to the edge of the bed. Up close he could see his wife was shaking slightly and even heard some soft crying. He blinked in surprise as he sat down next to her and shook her shoulder gently.

"Wanda, are you all right?" he asked in alarm.

"C-Cosmo," she hiccupped.

The distraught female turned over to face her husband. Cosmo couldn't help but gasp. She looked terrible. Her hair was a mess, her make-up was running down her cheeks, and her face was pale. His gaze lowered to his wife's hands where he saw she had a white-knuckled grip on their son's purple baby blanket.

"What's wrong, Wanda?" he asked soothingly.

The female instantly threw her arms around her husband and buried her face in his chest.

"It's Poof," she squeaked. "He…he…he…"

"He what?" the fairy squeezed his wife, a terrified feeling making its way into his gut.

"He…t-turned to f-fairy dust!"

"What?"

"A-Anti-Cosmo c-came. H-he abs-sorbed Poof's m-magic!"

"Poof's gone?" Cosmo spoke breathlessly staring straight ahead at the opposite wall in shock.

"I want my baby back!" sobbed Wanda, soaking the front of her husband's crisp, white shirt.

The male felt as though a train were running over his lungs. Suddenly a whole flood of memories soared through his mind and played in front of his eyes like a movie. He remembered how he and Wanda had fawned over a bunch of babies, wishing desperately that they could have their own. He recalled how Timmy graciously wished for them to have a baby. He recollected the three months he was pregnant, and the moment Poof was born. He could see all the moments Poof smiled and laughed and brought warmth into everyone's lives. Those times couldn't be over so soon!

"Cosmo," Wanda's voice broke Cosmo of his thoughts and he lowered his dejected gaze back down to his wife's watery eyes. "H-how's Timmy?"

"W-what?" he gasped as though she had just asked an unthinkable question.

"Timmy. How is he?" she persisted.

"Um…well…" Cosmo laughed nervously.

Wanda peered up into her husband's emerald eyes.

"Cosmo, please tell me Timmy's all right!"

"He's…all right for now…"

"Cosmo, no!" Wanda clasped her hands over her mouth.

"I couldn't help it! I did everything I could, Wanda!"

"Timmy's…Timmy's not…dead, is he?"

"No, no!" Cosmo waved his hands to dismiss the idea. "He's still alive. His condition's just…worse."

"Anti-Cosmo got to him, didn't he?"

Her husband looked away, ashamed.

"He knocked me out. There was nothing I could do."

New tears started streaming lightly down his cheeks. Wanda sensed how guilty her husband felt and placed a warm, comforting hand upon his right cheek. This – like any other time she made this gesture – instantly calmed him down.

"Don't worry, Sweetie," she flashed a teary smile at him. "How's he doing right now?"

"He's in a lot more pain. I guess the doctors decided to do more tests on him. Right now his parents are with him. They won't leave his side for anything."

"This can't be happening," Wanda placed her head in her hands.

"We could go see him," suggested Cosmo.

"I want to, but we can't just poof ourselves into the room. His parents are there. We'd end up revealing ourselves to them. We'll have to wait until tonight when they're asleep," a new round of sobs bellowed from the female.

Cosmo felt terrible. His baby was dead, and he felt as though he had failed in his duty to protect Timmy. But most importantly of all, he felt as though he had let his wife down.

"Well," Cosmo thought, "maybe some TV will help take our minds off the whole thing."

Wanda looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"What? I'm not saying to forget about everything. I'm just saying it'll be a tiny distraction."

She smiled, knowing he was trying to comfort her. Cosmo poofed in a bunch of pillows and propped himself up on them while his wife laid her head on his chest. Content, he then poofed in a small television and clicked the power button on the remote, but the first thing they saw was anything but a distraction.

"Hello, this is Fairy Hart reporting for FTV," spoke a tall, blonde fairy clad in a light blue dress suit. "Currently, Fairy World is still under a massive attack by the Anti-Fairies. Unfortunately, now Anti-Cosmo and his minions have just attacked Jorgen Von Strangle along with his entire team of technicians with The Mark and destroyed all the research they were conducting for a cure for that very disease! It's not looking good for Fairy World in the slightest!" Suddenly the newscaster was enveloped in a haze of purple and instantly became pale and sickly. "This…this is Fairy Hart…signing off f-for the…last time."

The news anchor fainted and another purple blast surrounded the camera before the transmission cut to black. Cosmo and Wanda sat in shock. Their home world was under a full-scale invasion! The female sat up just staring at the blank screen.

"Wanda, that's our home," Cosmo whispered breathlessly in horror.

"I know," she muttered.

"What can we do?"

"There's nothing we can do, Cosmo."

"My mama's there."

Wanda rubbed her arms nervously with a single tear trickling down her right cheek, "I remember now."

"What?" Cosmo blinked as he sat up to join his wife.

"I remember why all this seems so familiar now," she looked solemnly into her husband's confused yet worried eyes. "All of this is just like my dream."

"What dream?"

"My dream! The one that I kept having every night! All of this is what happened in my dream! You watched it with Dr. Studwell at the sleep clinic!" Wanda exclaimed.

"I did?" he blinked.

"Yes! He told me everything in my dream was symbolic and you told me it was intense. Don't you remember anything?"

"You're lucky I can remember your name, Susan."

Wanda ignored her husband's slip, "Cosmo, I don't think my dream was ever just a dream. I mean…I saw all this. Everything that's happening now is exactly what happened in my nightmare."

"So wait. Are you saying that you knew all this was going to happen?"

"No, I didn't know it was going to happen. But…but now that Poof's…gone…and Anti-Cosmo is running amok back in our home I feel like…my dream was trying to warn me that all this was going to happen. Maybe like…a prophecy or something."

"A prophecy?"

"Yeah, and if I'm right about that, then after Anti-Cosmo destroys Fairy World, he's going to come here and destroy the Earth!"

"Well, did your dream tell you how to stop him?"

"No," she shook her head.

"Then what can we do?"

"I don't know, Cosmo. I don't know."