(Disclaimer: I don't own the Fairly OddParents, Danny Phantom, or the characters herein. Also, I attribute Danny & Sam's psychic connection to Butch Hartman. The characters I do own are Rudy Reed, Sammy Tang-Hope, Anti-Juandissimo, Anti-Timothy, Samuel Hope, Elizabeth "Lizzie" Tang-Hope, Anti-Cupid, Theobald Tang, and Melody Victorson. I also own certain elements of existence as a Halfa, such as immortality and living one's life and afterlife simultaneously. You can borrow these traits, though.)

HAPPILY EVER AFTER
by Amras Felagund

CHAPTER 11: Together At Last

Anti-Cosmo looked distinctly uncomfortable at the Master's question. His powers giving him a sense analogous to touch, Anti-Timothy felt Anti-Cosmo's heartbeat spike like a demon's head. He also felt Anti-Cosmo's panic burning through him with all the intensity of the hair-fire of an enraged Bodacian.

"Well, you see -- uh, that is--..."

"Never mind, Anti-Cosmo," said Anti-Timothy coldly. Honestly, Anti-Cosmo was more like his counterpart than he said he wasn't. "I'll see what's happening now and see what's stayed the same since four months ago."

Anti-Timothy raised his hand, and an image appeared before him, showing Turner lying in a hospital bed.


"Well, Mr. Turner," said the doctor, a warm smile on her face, "your leg is fully healed. You're free to walk freely on it, but don't over-exert yourself. Get used to walking on that leg first."

Timmy felt a bolt of happiness strike him that was more powerful than any felt by any man since, roughly, the birth of the universe.

"Thanks, Doctor," Timmy said, gingerly testing his leg on the floor. "Can I keep the cast?"

The doctor smiled. "Sure," she said, handing him the two halves of his leg cast. Timmy smiled softly down on the signatures from Tootie, Chester, Sammy, AJ, Rudy, Elmer, Sanjay, and his parents. But the signature Recover quickly, my love filled his heart with a light, weightless feeling every time he looked at it.

He'd been permitted to leave the hospital on crutches about a week after he was brought in.

A week after him and Trixie revealed their love for one another.

He insisted, though, that they not go on dates while his leg was in its cast. He had said that it would make "the consummation less risky".

Now, he could go on a date with her.

---

Trixie sat in the chair in the waiting room, dimly aware of the fact that she was sitting in the same chair that she sat in four months ago when Timmy was first brought in. Dimly aware of the fact that Timmy's parents were waiting just next to her. Dimly aware of the fact that her parents were there as well.

Dimly aware of almost everything.

Except one thing.

Timmy was fully recovered today, and they could go steady.

She watched the door that lead to the hallway that branched off into the varying rooms where the many patients underwent surgery and anesthetics and the like, and then the door opened up, and out walked the young man whose very presence in the same room unlocked Trixie's chest and opened her heart.

She breathed again.

Timmy looked at Trixie and made eye contact with her, and she saw the reassurance of his love for her in his eyes as he turned to his parents and said, "Mom, Dad!"

"Timmy!" they said, embracing their son in a crushing hug. Trixie sighed to herself as she watched Timmy's mom kissing him on the forehead. Her mom never showed her that sort of affection.

Trixie felt her mother's glare as she watched the Turners.

Timmy pulled away from his parents slowly with an "Excuse me," then turned to face Trixie whose soul sung as they embraced. After a brief but passionate kiss, they settled into each other's body with her murmuring love into his shoulder while he murmured love into her silky black hair.

Trixie heard her mother scoff. Over Timmy's shoulder, she saw her mother had her nose upturned, her arms folded in an aloof manner.

"So... Where do you want to go on our first date?" Trixie asked him awkwardly. She was so conditioned in how to behave like a popular girl that she was now unsure as to how to behave when faced with asking an unpopular boy out.

And Trixie thought Tad and Chad legally removing the boundaries separating the popular from the unpopular would make it all easier.

---

It had happened just two days ago. The Mayor was just concluding a speech about how he will make public safety a priority in this term as Mayor.

That's what he said five years ago, Trixie had thought cynically.

Then the Mayor summoned the popular kids up to the stand in front of City Hall, and Trixie could not have helped but wonder, What is this all about? as she and Tad, Chad, and Veronica walked up to the podium.

It turned out that Veronica stayed in bed for a week and a half after she found that Trixie's mother had begrudgingly allowed Trixie to go out with Timmy. Ever since she resumed contact with the real world, Veronica had taken to pretending that Trixie wasn't even there, and would not even respond to Trixie if she tried to talk to her or if someone tried to talk to her about Trixie.

Trixie suspected that they now had a mutual hatred for each other.

"Don't worry," Tad had said to Trixie as they made their way up to the podium with Chad and Veronica. "It's nothing bad."

"What is it, then?" Trixie had asked.

"You'll see," Tad had replied mysteriously and with such a sense of finality that Trixie didn't persist.

And when a tense silence had followed Tad's stepping up to the microphone, Trixie knew it was very important, as there would normally be a swell of cheering and applause and praises towards the most popular kids in Dimmsdale.

"People of Dimmsdale, the rumors you have been hearing about Trixie Tang are true!" Tad had said into the microphone.

"You mean her parents are really cousins?" said a random voice from the crowd.

Tad had paused for a second. "...Nnnnno, she isn't," he'd said, "Though that is more a rumor about her parents. No, but apart from the very absurd rumors, everything you've been hearing these past four months is true."

The crowd had gasped.

"You mean she really reads comics, watches Crash Nebula, and sneaks out dressed as a boy to see action movies?" another random voice had said.

"Yes, it is true," Tad had responded, eliciting another sharp intake of breath from the crowd, "And the rumors that she is in love with Timmy Turner, the pink-hatted, buck-toothed, least popular kid in Dimmsdale, and he with her, are also true." Tad continued over the crowd, which was now conversing amongst itself, and they gradually quieted down. "And because of this, we have come to a decision." Tad had looked over to Chad, Trixie, and Veronica here, and Chad nodded, Trixie felt herself smiling, and she saw Veronica out of the corner of her eye pouting and avoiding eye contact.

"Trixie went through tremendous strain from hiding her feelings from someone with less popularity than she had. To prevent such an occurance from happening again, I hereby declare the boundaries separating the popular from the unpopular, the rich kids from the poor kids, officially null!"

In both the crowd and in Trixie's mind, there was a sense of numbness as they processed what they heard and recognized it as what they really heard.

Then, the crowd - and Trixie - had gone wild.

Trixie found herself embracing Tad as happiness sang in her mind. She could not recall how many times she thanked him, and Veronica had disappeared again when she finally pulled herself off of Tad.

As soon as she was finished with the news reporters and the paparazzi and the scuttlebug that the dissolution of the popularity system caused throughout Dimmsdale, Trixie had gone to visit Timmy once more. By this point, his abrasions and cuts and varying injuries had amounted solely to a cast over his right leg, and he sat on the couch in the living room with Cosmo & Wanda floating overhead.

"Mom & Dad finally decided that I can stay home without Vicky babysitting," he'd explained.

"I thought things were a little quiet in here," Trixie had replied.

There was a brief pause between the two young lovers.

"I was watching the news," Timmy had said simply.

"You were?" Trixie had asked, turning to look at him. "So I suppose you know what Tad announced?"

Timmy had nodded.

"I think it was a good move," Wanda had said, "Since I doubt you two are the only two people who feel so strongly for each other that are separated by class."

"Yeah!" Cosmo agreed. "And now you two can go wherever you want!"

---

"Well...," Timmy said slowly as Trixie brought herself back to the present, "How about the Chaussure d'Amour down the street? That's really romantic."

The Chaussure d'Amour? Trixie thought, shuddering inside. Sure, and Mom really loves me. "Hmmm... I was thinking some place a little more casual," Trixie said, "Like, say, Shirley's Original Evil Pizzeria?"

"No way, Trixie!" said Beatrix, sounding more than a little angry. "I'm not letting my own daughter go to such a mundane restaurant!"

Trixie turned to look at Beatrix, and for a second she barely knew her own mother. "Well, I'm not going alone, mother. I'm going there on a date with the boyfriend you approved of."

And without waiting for a rushed and ill-thought-out reply that she would not have agreed with in the first place, Trixie walked out to eat with her new boyfriend, hand in hand.


"Y'know, I'm kinda responsible for Shirley even existing," Timmy said to Trixie as they stood outside Shirley's Original Evil Pizzeria.

"Really?" Trixie asked.

"Yeah, me and Jimmy Neutron--..."

"Who?"

Cosmo & Wanda poofed up over Timmy & Trixie.

"You remember the kid with swirly, fudgy hair?" Cosmo said.

"Oh yeah! I saw him when Shirley put us all in Retrodimmsdaleville." Trixie paused for a second. "Man, it's weird remembering all this stuff that you had to wish I didn't remember."

"And we're sorry we had to do it, Trixie," Wanda said. "After all, we were your Fairies for a while."

"It's all right, Cosmo, Wanda," Trixie said. "You guys are the greatest."

Cosmo & Wanda smiled.

Trixie looked at Timmy.

"So, how did he come to exist?"

"Huh? Oh yeah!" Timmy had nearly forgotten about what he was talking about. "Me and Jimmy were fighting our arch-enemies, but they were too easy to beat with us working together. So we created him as the ultimate villain that would be a challenge. But I mistyped 'adoptable' as 'adaptable', and he adapted his sadness into rage when we dumped him. He tried to destroy us and both our dimensions while keeping the things he liked in Retrodimmsdaleville."

"He took me there, too."

"Really? I didn't see you there. But anyhoo, we managed to make him adapt away all his powers and apologized to him, and he started this pizza place."

After a pause, Timmy said something to ease Trixie's nervousness around someone who tried to destroy their world. "He's really a nice guy once you get to know him."

"Don't worry, Timmy. I trust you," Trixie said, lacing her fingers with Timmy's as she took his hand and they stepped into Shirley's Original Evil Pizzeria.

"Why, hello there!" said an amiable voice from the counter, belaying the bulky blue armor and crimson head-flame and razor-sharp teeth and evil mustache of Shirley. "How might I serve--..." Shirley gasped as he saw Timmy, Trixie, Cosmo, and Wanda. "Mommy!" he shouted happily at Timmy.

Trixie gave Timmy a strange look.

"Mommy?"

"Guess I forgot to mention that," Timmy said as his cheeks burned slightly with embarrassment. "He called Jimmy 'Daddy' before he went back to Retroville."

"And Grandma and Grampa!" said Shirley, now looking at Cosmo & Wanda. "What are you all doing here?"

"It's not a little family reunion, if that's what you're thinking," Timmy said slyly. "I'm taking Trixie here," Timmy put his arm around Trixie's shoulder, "On a date, and I was wondering if--..."

"You could have some deliciously evil pizza? Sure!" Shirley said smiling as a pizza emerged from a slot in his chest and landed on a tray, already cooked to perfection. "Would you like some deliciously evil pepperoni with that?"

"What do you think, my sweet?" Timmy said to Trixie.

"Of course," Trixie said, and a thin metal tube emerged from one of Shirley's shoulder pads and fired several slices of meat onto the pizza.

"Now...," Shirley said as he handed them the pizza, "ENJOY!" He suddenly beared his teeth and gnashed them together as the ruby flame on top of his head flared angrily.

Timmy didn't budge - he had put up with this many times before - and whatever shock Trixie must have felt, she must have kept bottled up.

"Seriously, enjoy," Shirley said as they sat down with their pizza and began to eat.

For a few minutes, they sat and ate in silence. Cosmo & Wanda poofed elsewhere to give the two young lovers some privacy.

And intimacy.

Timmy couldn't help watching Trixie as she ate her slices of pizza. He knew that if anyone from before the dissolution of the concept of popularity ever found out that Trixie ate finger food as though she were just "a commoner", she would have been stripped of her popularity in a heartbeat.

Thank goodness she didn't, Timmy thought.

Then he spoke up.

"So, how did you lose Cosmo & Wanda?" he asked.

Trixie looked up from her pizza, a quizzical look on her face. "I can't say it out loud," she said, "Because I don't want to risk you losing Cosmo & Wanda."

"Well, could you write it down?" Timmy asked, holding out a napkin. He called over to the counter as Trixie took the napkin, "Hey, Shirley! You got a pen?"

"Will an evil pen do?" asked Shirley as he threw the pen over to them, where it clattered onto the table between them. Warily, Trixie took it and started writing with it. The pen cackled evilly as she wrote.

Trixie handed the note to Timmy, who read the writing I said that I didn't believe in Fairies in that 'Return to Neverland' play. Fortunately he did not say it aloud, since he recalled what happened to Vicky when she was five years old and temporarily obtained Cosmo & Wanda as Fairy GodParents and was tricked into saying I'm happy and don't need Fairy GodParents anymore.

"That's weird," Timmy said. "Mom and Dad went to see 'Titanic: The Director's Cut' the very next night--..."

"So did mine!" Trixie blurted out.

"That's freaky! What are the odds of that?" Timmy uttered. "But anyway, it's weird that I got Cosmo & Wanda the day after you lost them."

"Mm-hmm," Trixie nodded her agreement, "It's pretty ironic."

"And you're not ironic, but pretty," Timmy said flirtatiously, before scowling.

"What's wrong?" Trixie asked.

"Just a bunch of nightmares that some Anti-Fairy jerk kept putting in my head the past five years," Timmy said. "In every nightmare, I wish that we - apart from Cosmo & Wanda - were the last two people in the universe."

Trixie had a look on her face that suggested a feeling of being underwhelmed. "That doesn't sound so bad, actually," she said.

Timmy blushed slightly, "Well, not really, but not like in the nightmares. The Trixie in the nightmares wanted the equivalent of the attention of hundreds of boys - and kept on asking and asking and asking to be told that she's pretty!"

"Well, I don't need to ask you," Trixie said slyly, "You'd do it without a problem."

"I know, but he must have been controlling my mind, because I started... well, not wanting to, and he made me want to break up with you!"

"I hate that Anti-Fairy already," Trixie said, scowling. "What else did he do?"

"He made the Trixie in my nightmares attack me like a psycho! First she attacked me with a buzz saw, then a lawn mower, then a tennis ball machine, and then a helicopter! It's a good thing that the missiles were sold separately."

"I really hate that Anti-Fairy now!" Trixie said, a really angry look on her face now. "I can't believe he would try to make you think I don't care so deeply for you!" Her expression softened slightly, and the absence of her eye make-up suddenly struck Timmy. "Do you have a name for this guy?"

"No, he didn't say," Timmy said, "But I can guess. Have you ever heard of the Master Anti-Fairy?"

"...No," Trixie said after a moment, "The name doesn't ring any bells. From what I remember, the Anti-Fairies were very chaotic when I had Cosmo & Wanda. No government at all."

"Well, he's been causing trouble by existing at all, and Cosmo & Wanda haven't even been back to Fairy World in three years."

"Yikes! I hope they get back home soon..."

"If they do, then we can have some 'alone time'," Timmy suggested, "Without worrying about people poofing in on the fun."

Trixie giggled at Timmy's forwardness, and his heart jumped into his throat. Her laughter was like music to his ears.

"I love it when you laugh," he said without thinking.

"Not as much as I love your eyes," Trixie said, leaning over the table towards Timmy. Slowly, they closed the gap over the table and the pizza and their lips met once more.

---

Shirley watched his Mommy and that popular girl whom he knew vaguely kissed after having a long talk.

Are they mating right now? Shirley thought as they kissed. I don't know much about human anatomy, but that's what it looks like. I love these kids! I sure hope Mommy and his girlfriend are happy together. I'm sure any brothers and sisters they make for me will be adorable!


Anti-Cosmo watched the Master warily as he waved his hand nonchalantly and made the image fade away. The Master may have used his powers to hide his identity from his fellow Anti-Fairies - really, where was his pride? - but his expression was unreadable.

"Uhh, Master--...?"

"Please leave the fortress, Anti-Cosmo." The Master's voice was flat and droning. "And evacuate all Anti-Fairies within a five-mile radius to a safe distance." Anti-Cosmo saw the Master's left eye beginning to twitch.

An eyebrow cocked, Anti-Cosmo warily raised his wand and sent the message run for cover to every Anti-Fairy in a five-mile radius of the fortress. He then anti-poofed out of the fortress and appeared beside Anti-Wanda a great distance from the Master's castle.

"What's happenin', hun?" Anti-Wanda asked as she took a bite out of a sandwich she held in her feet.

"I'm not sure--..."

"Oh my puny muscles! What is that?" screeched the miniscule Anti-Jorgen, pointing towards the Master's castle. Several gasps from the crowd behind him drew Anti-Cosmo's attention to the castle.

His jaw dropped.

Blue blasts of some unusual energy were blasting their way out of the throne room in various directions, tearing straight through the walls and towers and battlements of the Master's assumed-to-be-indestructible fortress.

Through his monocle, the blasts were green.

So the Master is indeed a Halfa now, Anti-Cosmo thought detachedly.

Then the blasts stopped, and they wondered if it was over.

Then Anti-Cosmo saw a blue fireball blasting out from the very peak of the fortress, where the Master's throne room was.

One second later, the sound of a primal shriek of unrestrained fury reached Anti-Cosmo's pointed ears.

Master? Anti-Cosmo could not help but be concerned for his leader, who had brought order and hierarchy to an otherwise anarchy-cursed race of dark magical beings.

The blue fireball looped around and rocketed for the fortress at a speed approaching terminal velocity, natural fire blossoming around it upon re-entry. Involuntarily, Anti-Cosmo felt his arms raising themselves in a protective stance and his eyes clenching shut as the Master crashed straight through his fortress, an unearthly crumbling, crashing noise reaching their ears just a second later.

Wind whipped into the Anti-Fairies.

Along with a rancorous roar.

Anti-Cosmo dared to open his eyes, and gaped at the sight before him.

The once-towering structure that the Master had called his fortress was now a smoking pile of rubble.

Then, before Anti-Cosmo - or, he assumed, any other Anti-Fairy - had even fully comprehended what they saw, they all were anti-poofed against their wills into a location just over the heart of the rubble.

Anti-Cosmo's heart skipped a beat.

But how? How could he possibly still be alive after that? Anti-Cosmo thought.

A clawed hand emerged from the rubble, and Anti-Cosmo and several Anti-Fairies hovered down to investigate.

Suddenly, the Master burst out of the rubble, his clothing in shreds as he raised his arms in defiance before the cloudy, smoky sky. His hat crumbled into ash and blew away in the wind. He seemed to be breathing with a rasp.

"They...," he hissed, his voice raspy as well as he spoke to no one in particular, holding his wand like a sword, "Will pay. Turner and Tang, you both will pay for your disobeisance."

"Master," Anti-Cosmo was numb with shock, "Your... heart."

Anti-Cosmo could see, instead of the Master's bare chest, a rather large hole straight through his chest, shaped rather like an upside-down heart with spiky protrusions to either side.

The Master turned to look at Anti-Cosmo as though he'd just noticed he was there, and Anti-Cosmo felt the Master's barely-controlled rage in addition to his own subconscious urge to be somewhere else.

Anywhere else.

The Master then looked down at his chest, numbly noting the hole straight through his chest, and looked up at Anti-Cosmo again, "I have been like this most of my life, Anti-Cosmo. Without a heart."

"But how have you--..."

"I'm not even entirely sure myself, Anti-Cosmo," the Master replied. "Not many people that I have researched were capable of existing without their heart. I seem to recall reading about an organization of individuals like me some centuries ago, but that is for another time. For now..." The Master raised his upside-down-star wand, and his shredded clothes were instantly replaced with pure-white replacements, a silver stripe around the base of his crown-hat.

"For now...," the Master hissed, "We lay low. We pretend that I have passed on, and pretend that we are no longer a threat. Pretend we preach only anarchy and bad luck once more. Our enemies will drop their guards... And when the time is right, we crush them!"

Anti-Cosmo felt some semblance of his old devilish smirk returning to his face.


(the following is a transcription of an entry in the Daily Crown that was posted following a sharp surge of dark magic from the Anti-Fairy World, followed by the collapse of the Master Anti-Fairy's hidden fortress; the article has been verified by the Daily Crown as genuine)

THE MASTER ANTI-FAIRY IS DEAD!

In a stunning turn of events, writes Anry correspondent Michael Field, the Master Anti-Fairy is believed to have perished in Anti-Fairy World.

Anti-Fairy World, the name chosen for Fairy World Prison after it was stolen by the Anti-Fairies, has remained on the outskirts of Fairy World for three years now. The sheer power of the Master Anti-Fairy, as I myself have reported when I first discovered his existence, has forced all Fairies to cut off contact with the human world, effectively stranding all Fairy GodParents on Earth for the duration of the crisis. War-time measures not seen since the Fairy-Yugopotamian Conflict 20,000 years ago were brought into enforcement when the Master's hostile intents were made clear. A ceasefire that lasted the past three years followed.

Commander-in-Chief of Fairy World, Jorgen von Strangle, described what he felt to me when I interviewed him, "Me and my muscular muscles could feel a sharp surge of dark magic all the way from here to Xanadu! And when I felt it, I knew that the Anti-Fairies would resort to their former chaotic - but harmlessly puny - ways. No Anti-Fairy of the Master's power could have simply turned into Anti-Fairy dust at death; he had to explode, like a Bodacian going through cardiac arrest! Now that this terrible situation is over, we can finally get along with our lives. Even my muscles are extremely happy for this!" says von Strangle.

"I am extremely happy for this!" says von Strangle's left tricep.

When questioned about whether the war-time preparations would be dropped, Commander-in-Chief von Strangle was rather quiet.

"Things will be back to normal shortly," he says. "Now stop asking me puny and stupid questions!"

This is Michael Field saying, things are definitely back to normal.

(transcription ends)


(Note: I know, I know, this isn't nearly as long as the past two chapters, but I just got to realizing as I wrote this that this chapter was more of a 'setting-things-up' chapter than a 'big-things-happen' chapter. Those will come up a few more times later on.

And as for the phrase "'Tyte' Thomas Martini", don't bother Googling it. I'll give you a pretty big hint: it's an anagram. I think that a clever person could figure it out from there.

As for how Trixie could have lost Cosmo & Wanda in late 2001 when Return to Neverland came out in early 2002, think about how rich Trixie's family is. Trixie's father could have paid her way into seeing an early screening, and wrote a play based off of that. That's how I see it anyway.

This will be the last update for a while. This time tomorrow, I'll be on a vacation with my family in Walt Disney World, and Grandma is coming with us. It'll be great! They added characters from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies into the ride!

May the Force be with you all!)