Not much to say here, so...SPACE FOR LET.

Chapter Twenty-Five: New Dawn

The helicopter touched down on 31st Street, Colonel Atkinson's marines saluting as the occupants stepped out.

"Well done, Turner," he grinned, "You've done a…"

His voice failed as he noticed Timmy was missing, and that everyone was either sullen or outright in tears. Cosmo and Wanda in particular, were sobbing heavily.

"He's gone," sniffled Danny, "He and Dani…they saved freaking world but…they're gone."

Atkinson bowed his head.

"Shall I tell them?" he asked, glancing to the Penn Station entrance. The defenders were celebrating almost madly.

"I'll tell 'em," nodded Danny, wiping the tears from his eyes. It was a useless endeavour – more took their place.

He walked slowly towards the group, who turned to look at him. They noticed his tears, and the atmosphere changed.

Chester and AJ simply stood and stared, unable to do anything else.

Sanjay, already sullen from the lost of his best friends, broke into tears. He was quickly joined by Tootie.

Chad bowed his head.

Veronica sat down and put her head in her hands.

Mrs. Turner fainted, Mr. Turner beginning to stammer.

Poof looked confused as to everyone's reactions, and wondered where Timmy was.

At last, AJ spoke.

"I was right," he grinned sadly, tears running down his cheeks, "He proved the UN wrong…he did it."

It was not quite an epitaph, but it was enough for the time.

The West Steps of the US Capitol Building were packed as President Fulton took to the stands. It had been just over twenty-four hours since the 'New York Incident', and the public demanded an explanation.

"My fellow Americans," he began, "I suppose some of you think that a major terrorist attack took place on our soil yesterday. I can tell you that five-hundred NYPD officers, seventy-nine British Royal Marines and an unknown number of civilians have died, that being the toll as of yesterday night."

"The fact is that this was not terrorism, but an organized attack, and it was made by…"

The President cleared his throat.

"It was made by the fairies, under command of Timmy Turner."

A loud collective gasp filled the audience's breathe.

"Rest assured that Mister Turner is missing, presumed dead, and that the United States of America will do everything in its power to bring down this corrupt establishment of fairies."

He sighed heavily.

"Operation Rushmore is go – may god help us all."

Norm was not impressed by this week, overall. Forced to grant Anti-Cosmo wishes without twist, being psychoanalysed for half-an-hour, and now he was still being forced to follow Jazz Fenton around, because she'd never gotten a chance to finish.

Now he was talking to a being that kept changing ages, being told to do something impossible.

"Timmy and Dani are alive," Clockwork was saying, "They're on a new mission…I'm not at liberty to tell you what it is. You must gather up his allies and wait for him in Dimmsdale. He will return in two years."

"Yeah, clockhead," scoffed Norm, leaning on the wall of Jazz's room, "In case you didn't notice, everyone's heading for the hills before the government tries to get 'em. We're only talking about finding them in a country…oh…four million square miles big, shouldn't be too hard!"

"Norm!" snapped Jazz, "We'll do it, Clockwork, you can count on us."

"I knew you would," grinned Clockwork.

"News flash, you know everything," sighed Norm, "In fact, I'd say you know where we have to go, care to share."

Clockwork shook his head.

"Time out," he chuckled, vanishing from the room.

Jazz and Norm glanced at each other.

"I don't suppose you can finish that session, right?" said Norm, at last.

"Nope, I'll need a second pair of eyes," replied Jazz, "First we're telling mom and dad – mom's not gonna fall for the robot trick like dad does."

"This is gonna be a fun two years," deadpanned Norm.

Timmy turned woke up, and climbed to his feet. He looked around, finding himself in a field below a brilliant blue sky. Nearby, Dani was sitting up, rubbing her head.

"See, what did I tell you?" he grinned, "Light beats dark! Now…"

He looked around.

"Where to from here?"