Author's Note: There is no flashback in this chapter. I repeat, no flashback in this chapter. It's already too long, if I added a flashback, people might lose interest. Oh, and thanks to everyone who reviewed…I'm going through a really rough time right now, so your reviews make me feel as though I'm doing at least one thing right.

Disclaimer: I don't own FOP, but I do have a question for you guys. Why is it, in the companion to this, everyone bashes Tootie? I understand it's somewhat Timmy/Trixie, but come on! Leave the poor girl alone, she's got enough to deal with.

Chapter Twelve: Past Meets Present

She knew it was wrong to rat Timmy out like this, but what alternative did she have? Besides, her mind kept rationalizing; it wasn't as though he were being entirely honest with her to begin with. Honesty was the foundation of a good relationship, and if he couldn't be honest with her, then what right did he have to try anything? She was doing the right thing.

However, no amount of explaining removed the butterflies from her stomach. Normally, she did not confer at any time with Trixie, especially over matters such as these. In a battle of wits, although she deemed herself the superior, she still didn't want to risk any possible happiness for Timmy.

Taking that into account, again she returned to the why of her motive. Here she was, on the other end of what looked to be a very unpleasant conversation, and she could end it by simply hanging up the phone. There was no need to drive her away, unless she created one. She held the future of Timmy and Trixie's relationship in her hands, as well as any hope Timmy might have had for being rid of her…so why did she persist? Was there an innate sensation in her for causing the misery of others? Did the apple really not fall far from the tree?

But she'd better answer her soon, before the other girl lost her patience and made the decision for her. She was going to go through this, wasn't she? She'd the guts to call her; didn't she have the guts to tell her exactly what kind of person her boyfriend was?

Then again, if I do, that means I'm both sinking to their level as well as destroying Timmy…I love him, don't I? So why would I even think of doing this? Do I really love him if I do? Or do I just want him like Trixie does?

I don't play with boys' minds; I'm better than her! Aren't I…? Maybe…I should keep my damn mouth shut…

"Trixie?"

"Yes?" Trixie replied, irritated. Oh, so she woke her up from her enchanted slumber. She could really give a damn, but this was important. (Why was it just when she'd thought she was going to refrain from mentioning anything, the anger surged up and she found herself unable to see straight?)

Well, if her big mouth was going to get her into trouble, she'd rather it was with Trixie than her sister anyway. The rich snob she could handle, the egomaniacal lunatic she called a sibling, not so much. Whatever she had to say, all she could reply was, 'bring it on'.

"Who gave you this number?" A little boy that you happen to view as your territory. I've got news for you, Tang, the boy is mine! You never had a prayer!

It took her a few minutes to calm down enough to properly respond. She wasn't sure what it was, but Trixie immediately drove her insane. Maybe it was just that tone, the condescending, pretentious, holier than thou attitude that made her want to strangle her…were she that type of person. Instead, she thought she'd fume quietly and put her rage into something more constructive, like her Timmy shrine. What, you thought she made all that stuff just because she was obsessed with him?

Forcing the words past her gritted teeth, Tootie said at long last, "Timmy."

Yes, your perfect boyfriend, the one you think tells you the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, is lying. How does that make you feel, little bitch? Does it make you all tingly inside? Does it make the fact you're spoiled rotten seem a little less significant? Are you slightly less happy now?

After all, what else could Trixie be but happy? She had it all, and a mansion to put it in. Although she hadn't seen her with a mother, she was certain she had one, and she was sure she actually cared about her, instead of living in fear of her older sibling. She was an only child, she got all the attention (whereas Tootie got none, or what she did get was hardly what she wanted). With every passing second, Tootie hated her more and more.

While homicidal thoughts tended to be commonplace to her, Trixie took it to a whole new level. If she could, she'd eradicate both her and her older sister, then perhaps Timmy and she would be happy…if it weren't for that freaky cheerleader that she could swear stalked Timmy too…

You know, I never really liked cheerleaders. Way too happy. And now I know why, because they've got a much better chance than I do at my only shot at happiness. What is it about them that boys like? Yeesh.

"And who are you?" Trixie snapped, causing her to blink in astonishment. Oh, her caller ID was out? Aw, she'd cry a river for her, she really would. And while she was doing that, she'd go and hug Vicky just for the hell of it.

"What's the matter? Don't have caller ID?" Tootie retorted, peeved. So any psycho can call you and berate you to no end? Hmph…I guess I'd fit that definition…at least, according to Vicky.

Speaking of, why hasn't she said boo to me? Whenever I'm awake way past my supposed bedtime, she practically crams a sleeping pill down my throat so she doesn't have to deal with me. Maybe she's too tired or something…not that I'm complaining, but it's kind of odd…

"Tootie!" Trixie hissed, causing Tootie to smirk. She finally got it. That's deserving of an award, isn't it? Well, let's give the award in comedy, if she finds comedy so low. Comedy and animation, that's it. Break another heart, why don't you?

"Why the hell did you call me?" Holding the receiver away, Tootie mock gasped. The girl knew how to curse? Who would have thought? Since when did contemptuous little sluts know curse words? They belonged to the older generation of haters, who wanted their siblings dead and buried…

Well, if she could curse, so could she. Why not swoop to her level? It might be painful at first, but everything dealing with Trixie happened to be. She was just a malevolent pain in the rear, only suitable for the type of people who liked them, a.k.a. 'high society'. (They made her sick).

But even with her hatred, she wasn't certain she deserved to be hurt, loath though she was to admit it. If Trixie was happier not knowing (and Timmy certainly would be, considering it was their future on the line), maybe, just maybe, she ought to rethink this.

So she faltered. Her two desires competed, threatening to take over. One screamed 'screw Timmy, tell her anyway so you can get what you want', but the cooler side said that it wasn't right to think she could manipulate people and 'two wrongs don't make a right'. Briefly, she wondered where she learned her morals from- it couldn't have been from Vicky.

"To tell you...to tell you..." Tootie stammered, tripping over her words. When it came down to it, she didn't think she could break her heart. No matter how bad she'd treated her in the past, grudges hurt both the bearer and the person against whom it was aimed. They leeched out your life and she ought to know. Vicky bore the strongest one of all…against her.

Why did my throat close up like that? Is Trixie rendering me so nervous, I can't speak in her presence? Ugh, but that'd make me one of her suitors, and those boys, I feel so bad for them…including my Timmy…

Timmy…what did you do to deserve this? Nothing…I can't tell her.

"What?!" Trixie screamed, exasperated. "Why doesn't someone screen my calls?!"

So you don't have someone to do one little thing for you? Oh, I'm going to cry for you. Little tears are going to fall down my face, the world's smallest violin is going to play, and I'm going to care.

Wah, bitch to someone who gives a damn, like your best friend. Lucky you, you have everything, including friends. What do I have, but a sister who wishes I were dead, a crush that only knows I exist so long as he avoids me, and parents who agree with everything my sister says. If she told them she was going to force me off a cliff, they'd say, 'how high's the cliff?' or something stupid like that. At least she has someone who cares about her.

"Why, so miss pretty can't waste a minute and unfiled nails on those who aren't worthy?" Tootie shot back, rising from the bed. She had to pace, release that pent up energy some way. If she didn't, she was in danger of exploding…and breaking into her security to strangle her with her own damn hair. Well, officers, I knew it was long for a reason, silly me to think it was to suffocate her with it.

Before she knew it, everything she longed to say, but hadn't had the courage to before, burst out. The dam had broken, her emotions were sick of being toyed with. By dating Timmy, she was playing with both their heads, and no way in hell was she going to let get away with it. Back off…or you'll wish you were never born.

"And you're just going to hang up on me, aren't you? You'd rather ignore reality than deal with it, that's the way it is with you perfect little rich girls! You have everything you could ever dream of, but you always want more!"

Trembling from head to toe, Tootie opened the window to allow herself to breathe before she passed out from sheer fury. Already, she could feel her face gain a flush, her fists balled and ready to strike. She'd kill her, make her wish she was never born…She'd be just like Vicky if she had to, to protect her interests.

She didn't understand why she'd wanted to protect Trixie in the first place. What had she done to earn her loyalty? Since when did she care about her? There was a thing called compassion…but that only got you so far. Timmy had earned it, but no one else, especially Trixie.

Snarling, Trixie retorted, "You have no idea what my life is like."

Oh, really? Since when? I've always had a good idea what your life is like- fancy dining, fancy everything, and oh, yeah, playing with my Timmy on the side!

"Oh, so the fine dining, servants, thousands of clothes, jewelry, maids, and everything I heard about on the movies, radio, and TV were all wrong? You don't have someone to wipe for you? How about making sure you don't have to lift a finger? No? B.S.!" Now she had to open more than a window, she had to duck her head underneath it. Already, heat boiled in her face and extremities- she couldn't think save for the fury pumping inside. Trixie had it easy and she knew it. Why the hell wouldn't she admit it? Did she live just to piss her off?

"That isn't the problem!" Trixie retorted; Tootie smirked. Sure it wasn't, sure. And fairies were real, and if you just closed your eyes and wished really hard, some justice would happen to Vicky and her parents would love her again. Bull crock.

"Oh, really? Then what is? I'm dying to know!" Tootie hissed, folding her arms across her chest. She felt herself spit on the receiver and yearned to do that in her face. Make you dirty like me, huh? Taste what middle class is like! Let me corrupt you with my lack of money!

"What makes your life so horrible, miss perfect? Tell me!" Gritting her teeth, she ground them, ready for some stupid thing Trixie would retort. It'd be something trivial, wasn't it always with rich girls? Wah, wah, Daddy won't take me to the La-Di-Da Ball.

"My mother's coming to town and she doesn't even know I'm alive nor does she care! She gave birth to me and then that was it! My family threw her out! At least you have your parents, bitch!" Trixie screamed and Tootie nearly dropped the phone in shock. No words would come to her, nothing at all. She couldn't pick on the fact Trixie didn't have a mother, that wasn't fair…and although she still hated her, she felt sorry for her…

What now? Well, she did still have Timmy…if she could muster up all the anger she'd held not ten seconds ago, perhaps she could launch a tirade. But already, she knew it'd be empty.

"What?!" Tootie choked, finding herself in a mental block. Good Lord, she pitied her…her worst enemy, the girlfriend of Timmy, the love of her life, and she empathized with her.

Sinking to the floor, she discovered she had nothing to say, not at the moment. Trixie took advantage of her silence, of course, and launched a tirade of her own.

"And people listen to you when you speak! You aren't expected to be perfect every second of the day! No one bases their love of you on whether or not you can talk like a young adult! You have a childhood, damn it!"

Yeah, right…some childhood. My sister wants me dead and makes that abundantly clear, my parents don't give a hoot about me, and the only person in my life that could turn it around is with you, you…you…

"No one loves me, least of all Timmy! You stole him, you charlatan!" Tootie retorted, not entirely certain what the word meant but using it anyway. "You warped him so he could just forget that he kissed me-"

No! I hadn't meant to tell her that, not after what she just said…No…she's got it rough enough with her mother, she didn't need to hear…Oh, god…what have I done? I'm a monster…a heartless monster…I'm Vicky…

"What?!" It was Trixie's time to choke, and Tootie felt remorse with every passing second. I'm so sorry, Trixie…I didn't mean it…well, I did, originally, but not now! I didn't mean it…

"When?" Trixie stated coldly, seeking to prevent any emotion from seeping into her voice. However, she knew it was there, just lurking beneath the surface. Trixie wasn't an ice queen, no matter how hard she pretended that she was.

"A-a few weeks before you two became a couple," Tootie stammered, longing to shut herself up but the words wouldn't stop coming. I can't stop hurting her…

"Don't cry," Tootie added uselessly. "Please...I'm sorry..."

I am! I'm so very sorry…Trixie…

The only answer she received was the dial tone. She'd broken her heart…Tootie needn't have worried about Timmy doing it, for she'd done it herself.

I'm no better than Vicky…