CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

"Turner", said Jorgen, "are you crazy? Remy is NOT going to listen to reason. He hates you and he's extremely dangerous even in the insane asylum."

"Jorgen," said Timmy, "I have to try. You and A.J. just made peace; the last thing I want is for you and him to start fighting again."

Jorgen seemed to consider this and then frowned and said,

"You have have point Timmy."

There was a pause for a second and then Jorgen said,

"Go ahead, say it Turner. I know you want to say it."

"Say what?," asked Timmy.

"That I really screwed up," said Jorgen, "that showing that alternate timeline was one of the worst things I ever did."

Anti-Cosmo was monitoring the whole thing. He slammed his fist down on the arm of his throne.

"This is NOT going to happen," said the lead Anti-Fairy, "I need to go to Remy NOW!"

And with that, Anti-Cosmo anti-poofed out of there.

"Jorgen," said Timmy, "look I've done things before without thinking through the consequences as you well know. Anyway, I can tell you regret this, but right now the important thing is to stop Remy from letting A.J. from finding out. That way, we can FINALLY bury this incident forever."

Anti-Cosmo was in Remy's cell. By his expression, Remy could tell that Anti-Cosmo was alarmed.

"What is it, Anti-Cosmo?," asked Remy, alarmed.

"Turner figured out that you might try to tell A.J. about that alternate timeline," said Anti-Cosmo, "and he's planning to come down here and try to talk you out of it."

Remy put up a smug expression and said,

"So what?. Turner can't talk ME out of anything. He's not going to be able to stop from telling A.J."

"Are you sure, Remy," said Anti-Cosmo, "Timothy is pretty persuasive and even if he can't persuade you to change your mind he might find some other way to stop you."

"Oh, please," said Remy, "I've Remy Buxaplenty, I've got more money than Turner can even dream ABOUT. I'm confident that this plan will go through."

"You're pretty sure of yourself," said Anti-Cosmo, "unfortunately, I don't have the faith you do. The only way I believe to deal with this problem is to make it so you can't communicate with him until Friday the 13th."

"How do you propose to do that?," asked Remy, a little nervous about where this conversation was going.

"Well," said Anti-Cosmo, "if you're in a coma until friday he CAN'T talk to you."

"In a coma...how?..asked Remy but by that time Anti-Cosmo had waved his wand and Remy immediatedly fell on the floor.

Anti-Cosmo smiled at Remy's fallen form and said,

"Now, that's taken care of."

"Thank you, Timmy," said Jorgen.

"Don't mention it," said the pink hatted boy.

"So," said Jorgen, "what are you going to do?"

"Well," said Timmy, "I've got an emergency wand. Yes, Wanda now trusts me enough with it. So I'll just "poof" over there." I won't be long."

"Good luck, Turner," said Jorgen who atomic poofed out of there.

Timmy, then, waved his wand and wound up in the Dimmsdale Psychiatric Ward in front of Remy's room. There was an alarm going off.

"What the...," said Timmy.

There was a commotion down the hall; Timmy looked around and found a closet and went into it. It was just in time also for a group of doctors was heading towards Remy's room.

"This is Dr. McIntosh," said one the doctors on his cell phone, "we need to transport Remy Buxaplenty to Dimmsdale General Hospital. He's lost consciousness due to some type of brain trauma."

Timmy gasped. He, also, felt a twinge of pity for Remy. He didn't like Buxaplenty, but he didn't want him dead or worse as a vegetable.

"Yes," said Dr. McIntosh, "we know that Remy's been depressed for days, so we're treating this as a potential suicide attempt."

Now Timmy felt a little more pity for Remy. He must not have been willing to wait to get out of the psychiatric institute. He, also, felt a little relieved and that made poor Timmy feel a little guilty.

"At least, now," said Timmy, "Remy can't tell A.J. about this, and Anti-Cosmo can't get anywhere near A.J., me and Chester because of the extra security around them."

And with that, Timmy poofed out of there.

"Oh," said Anti-Cosmo, "that's what you think Timothy. That's what YOU think."

Timmy poofed back into his room. To his shock, Cosmo, Wanda and Poof were there. They looked worried.

"Hun," said Wanda, "what's going on? Why on earth were you talking to Jorgen? And why did you use the emergency wand. Where'd you poof too?"

Tootie was in bed and she was sound asleep. Binky, then poofed down to the Dimmsdale Police Department in the Cold Case section. He looked around and made sure no one was watching. No one was. He went to the file that began with Vicky's and Tootie's last name. Although magic had been unable to trace Winston down, perhaps the records might yield a clue. He poofed open the drawer. He immediatedly found Winston's file. He read it. Not much was in there that Binky didn't already know about. Just that Winston had mysteriously disappeared and no one; the FBI, or the Dimmsdale Police Department had been able to find him. He looked closer at Winston's last known whereabouts.

"Dimmdale Flats?," asked Binky, "what was he doing there?"

"Uhhh," said Timmy, "I was just asking Jorgen about what to get Trixie for next year's Valentines Day."

"JORGEN?," said Wanda and Cosmo simultaenously.

"Poof? Poof?," said Poof, very questioningly.

"Timmy," said Wanda, "I know you too well. I know Jorgen would be the last person to give you dating advice even if he IS married to the Tooth Fairy."

"Okay," said Timmy, "Here's the truth. I promised not to tell, but Jorgen was actually asking ME for advice on what to get the Tooth Fairy for their anniversary."

"Now that I do believe," said Wanda, "but that still doesn't explain why you were gone? Where did you go?"

"I went to Fairy World to help Jorgen pick out a gift. It's a good thing I did, too. He was going to give her some heart shaped barbells. I told him that wasn't very romantic. So he got a "tooth" necklace for her made of the finest teeth known to Fairy World."

"Well," said Cosmo, "that sounds like Jorgen"

"Okay, hun," said Wanda, "you'd better get to bed. You've got that test and you need to sleep."

"I will," said Timmy, "good night guys."

His godfamily said their good nights and then Timmy went to bed himself.

Just before he went to bed he muttered to himself,

"I'm sorry about Remy, but at least NOW the truth can't get to A.J.

And with that, Timmy rolled over and had the best sleep he'd had in a while.

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