"So, Father, do tell me about this supposed half-brother of mine."

Anti-Cosmo scoffed. "What is there to say? He's a ruthless terror with the most twisted mind and cold heart of anyone I've ever met."

"Well!" Foop huffed. "I'm sure that this 'Juandissimo' does not top my coldness!" His expression suddenly changed. "Oh, but being cold is such a drag! Why bother?" It changed back again. "Oh, will you shut up? You shut up! You! No you! You! You! You!" He suddenly stopped and regarded his father's strange and rather questioning look. "I'm sorry. I do that sometimes."

"...Right." Anti-Cosmo glanced at a nearby portrait of him and his wife together and his pain suddenly resurfaced. "Look out, you stupid little half-breed. I'm coming for you, and when I do, things will get muy malo." He paused. "I do believe that is Spanish for something."

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"How many times do I have to tell you, you idiotic woman?"

"But-"

"There is none of that! You will not do what I say, and that angers me!"

"I-"

"Silence your pleas, you disgusting thing. I will not listen to you."

The classic pictures of abuse, as well as love, were drawn that day, but unfortunately the former was the dark painting that dominated it. She sat in the corner, in the position her unborn was forced to, her knees up to her mildly swollen belly and her head down. Her tormentor stood over her, looking down with an expression that suggested he thought her something to be spat upon. His large hands were clenched into fists by his sides in an attempt to control his rage.

"I have asked you to get rid of this child and you have not done so," Juandissimo stated, making Wanda raise her head to look at him. "Why is that?"

Afraid her answer might be one to provoke the beast, she kept her bloody lips shut tightly. When his eyes narrowed to the point where they were nearly slits, she opened her mouth to say something, but all that came from her was a slow, shuddering rush of air.

This made Juandissimo stamp his foot with such force a glass on a nearby table fell and shattered. "Answer the question!" The forcefulness of his words came not from the volume in his voice, but the lack of it. Somehow he sounded more ominous when he whispered.

"B- because... I love my child..."

"Idiocy!" Juandissimo shouted, his nails drawing blood from his palms. "It is inconceivable! How could you possibly love something that does not yet exist?"

"My child does exist, they just aren't born yet."

Juandissimo raised his hand to silence her and she quickly quieted, afraid his now open palm would double as a weapon. When it didn't and a deadly silence developed, he spoke, "Do not correct me. You know how angry it makes me, mi amor."

The sound of shattering glass broke the long quietness, making the two of them glance at the large window about ten feet from them. The sound reminded Wanda of when she was a teenager.

The emerald fairy, realizing he had no other choice, magically raised a brick and threw it through the window. He flew quickly through the pane, earning himself a cut on his left wing from the remaining glass, but he didn't care. All he wanted to know was that Wanda was okay.

Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting their faces lightly. Wanda couldn't help but groan inwardly as she saw her husband hovering there, a defiant look on his face. Just great! This was the last thing she needed: Cosmo there, messing everything up.

"Stop hurting my Wanda!"

"Keep your hands off of her!"

Juandissimo's eyes narrowed and a small, evil grin appeared on his face. "Oh? And are you going to stop me?"

The half-fairy chuckled a bit. "Ooh, big strong Cosmo is going to fight me for Wanda's love?"

"Yeah!" Cosmo shouted.

"That's right!" he exclaimed through gritted teeth.

Wanda put her head on her knees again, letting out a small sigh.

"Cosmo, go! Run! He's way too strong for you!"

In a sharp contrast to what she said when she was seventeen, Wanda told her husband, "Cosmo, stop it! I don't need you to save me!"

Cosmo looked at her...

He stared at her...

In his eyes were only love.

In his eyes were only hurt.

Juandissimo took advantage of the distraction and grabbed Cosmo by the shirt, throwing him against a painting of Wanda he had and Cosmo fell on the ground. Shards of glass entered his back and already broken wings; one of them pierced his fagigally gland, which, unknown to them at the time, would later fail because of this injury.

Seeing Cosmo's attention was diverted, Juandissimo slapped him in the temple with a cupped palm, causing the fairy to fly sideways into the wall. A painting of a certain pink fairy, done many years ago, fell on his head. Slowly, he lifted it and winced at the pain in his shoulder where he had been struck.

"Cosmo!" Wanda wailed, standing up and trying to make her way to him.

Wanda did not move or even say his name. She no longer loved him; in fact, she didn't even like him anymore. She didn't care whether he lived or died.

He blocked her path, hitting her forehead and making her fall back to the floor. Crying, she realized she was lucky; she narrowly missed a large, rather deadly-looking piece of glass laying there, waiting to claim someone.

He turned around, expecting Wanda to rush to her husband's aid, but she did not. Surprised, he regarded her with a questioning purple glare. "Is this not the part where you run to him?"

"No," Wanda answered, crossing her arms. "No, it's not."

While Juandissimo was distracted with making sure Wanda stayed out of the picture, Cosmo jumped up and grabbed him from behind around the torso. This act of bravery with a little bit of idiocy mixed in there earned him an elbow in the jaw. He felt a tooth chip inside of him and he winced. Juandissimo wrapped his arm around Cosmo's neck, jumping behind him, and asked, "Do not even try to overcome me!

Seeing that Juandissimo was now confused, Cosmo raced over and grabbed Juandissimo's ponytail and yanked it as hard as he could. Juandissimo, having been unprepared for the attack, momentarily lost his balance and glared at his rival. With almost impossible speed, he regained his composture and grabbed Cosmo by the throat. "You dare try to defeat me? You dare challenge my athourity?"

"Yeah! I do!"

"I'll try winning anyway! I don't care! All I care about is Wanda and what you're doing to her!"

"You know why? Because I actually love Wanda and would never hurt her like you are!"

"She's the love of my life! And I won't let you do this to her!"

"She's my soulmate! I can't bear to see her get hurt!"

"I will do whatever it takes to get rid of you!"

"It doesn't matter what I have to do; I'll do just as long as you leave her alone!"

"So let go of me right now..."

"So take your hands off me..."

"...And stay away from my girlfriend!"

"...And STAY AWAY FROM MY WIFE!"

Wanda felt something stir deep inside her, but she didn't know what. Cupid's voice rang inside her head. Look at this, isn't it lovely?

Do you think I'm a sadist?

No! I mean in your blood.

My... blood?

Yeah! The serum that made you fall in love with Juandissimo is only in the first stage- which, might I add, is the only stage that's reversible.

So what's happening to me?

Juandissimo's serum is only covering Cosmo's. And look! When someone is put through traumatic events involving love- mostly two of the opposite sex fighting over them, you know?- the serum, if soft enough, dissolves. And you know what? First stage serum is the only soluble serum! You're going to love Cosmo again! YAY!

I refuse to!

Are you kidding? Look what he's doing for you, and try to honestly tell me you have no feelings for him at all!

She looked at the two fighters. Cosmo was bleeding intensely, but thanks to fairies having the ability to heal quickly, his wounds weren't worsening. This frustrated Juandissimo to the point where, in his blind fury, he made a mistake by taking the time to shout at Cosmo without attacking. Cosmo grabbed his wand from the belt loop on his black pants and blasted his rival between the eyes with a jet of pine-green light. Juandissimo screamed and covered his face, staring mutinously at Cosmo though his fingertips. He wasn't lucky enough to have inheritied the trait of healing quickly.

"I will be back for you!" Juandissimo bellowed to the both of them, muttered something about regretting and Studwell, and disappeared in a flash of violet smoke.

Cosmo didn't lavish in his victory, he only ran over to Wanda (his legs, having only sustained minor bruises early in the fight, were okay now). "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. He wanted so badly to run his fingers through her hair, to wrap his arms around her and tell it was okay, but he was afraid to touch her for fear she might snap at him again.

The last of Juandissimo's serum fell away and Wanda's eyes filled with tears as she threw her arms around his neck. Burying her head in his shoulder, she sobbed uncontrollably. "Cosmo! Cosmo, I'm so sorry! I never meant to fall in love with him, I swear! He did it! Cosmo!"

Cosmo, shocked but nonetheless overjoyed at her sudden change in additude towards him, stroked her back and inhaled deeply. Her hair smelled like strawberries. "It's okay, snookie. I know you didn't do anything on purpose. It's his fault, not yours. Shh. Shh."

In silence, they just sat there for a while before Cosmo noticed that his legs were feeling abnormally warm- warm and damp. "Wanda?" he asked, his voice high (higher than normal, at least) with fear.

"Mmm?"

"There... there's adrius..."

"You got hurt a lot," Wanda replied, not looking to see what he was talking about.

"I... I think it's yours."

She looked down and gasped. There was a small pool of silver surrounding them. She and her husband locked eyes, the same word running through their minds: miscarriage.

Yesss! You two are together again!

Thank you, Cupid.

Anytime, Wanda. Anytime. But there's still one issue...

What?

What about your child?

But... you know what happened! It's dead!

Only one of them is.

What are you saying?

I'm sure you can figure it out, Wanda.