"I hate this."

"Cosmo, shush.."

"No." The male fairy protested quietly. He eyed the back of Mr. Turner's head as the human placed the assortment of mini appliances on the coffee table in the Turners' living room. The travel back to earth, though brief, had probably been the longest stretch of silence any of them had ever endured. And certainly hadn't made matters better with Cosmo constantly looking over his shoulder hostilely at Mr. Turner. Especially not when Wanda had to keep nudging at him to the point where Cosmo's stares didn't go unnoticed by anyone.

Mrs. Turner and Jorgen were listening to Mr. Turner's explanation, while the godparents, stood the furthest and looked the least impressed.

"At least I was never the dumbest one in this house..." Cosmo mumbled. "But, he's talking all this fancy-schmancy tech stuff, and it's making him look smarter than me."

Wanda sighed steadily. "They're both less ditzy than they seem, so what?"

"I don't believe it." Cosmo grumbled. "I'm way smarter than that guy. But Jorgen listens to him faster than he does with me?"

"Jorgen knows you, he doesn't know Timmy's father," Wanda whispered, her eyes remaining on the humans surveying the gadgets. "It makes less gateway for judging him."

"Doesn't matter, Timmy's dad isn't saving him. We are."

"Cosmo, we need his help.."

Cosmo huffed scornfully under his breath, peering away in loath. Wanda gently shook her head. It's not like she was anymore happier that Timmy's father had returned either, but in the least to say, she certainly wasn't anymore angrier than Cosmo was about it. She could somewhat empathize since there was definite rockiness she'd had with Timmy's mother lately. Sort of as a way to claim the honorary spot as Timmy's 'better' mom. Which at this point, Wanda didn't know on what grounds she and Tracy were with each other. But, Cosmo seemed to have a much more stubborn hatred for Mr. Turner, or as recently discovered, Todd.

"Why is he allowed here, anyway?" Cosmo mumbled.

"It's his house."

"No, why are we letting him help us? He left Timmy." The green fairy reminded. "Am I the only one who remembers? And I'm the dumb one!"

"Cosmo-!" Wanda urged through her teeth, as the others looked to the green fairy and his yell. Wanda made no eye contact with them as she grabbed the cuff of her husband's sleeve and brought him further away from the small group to another corner of the room.

"You need to take a breath." She urged.

"Then you tell me, Wanda." Cosmo snapped. "Why should he be allowed to be here?"

"You want my honesty? He shouldn't." Wanda agreed. "But if you were listening at all in Jorgen's fort, you know that we can't pass through that prison corridor with magic. We need mortal technology, it's the only way we can be guided through."

"I'm getting a soda." The green fairy spoke irritably as he uncrossed his arms and began to beeline towards the kitchen.

"This isn't our house." Wanda warned.

"We've lived here for two years.."

"In our godchild's fishbowl. Cosmo-!" Wanda called through gritted teeth. He had already disappeared into the other room, and Wanda turned back to the group with another sigh, edging closer to listen.

"Wireless earpieces." Mr. Turner said, placing the small assortment on the table. "Only four, but uh, I guess we could do teams. Each person takes an inductive coil too, which is the wire hanging around your neck with the mic. It's also attached to the power supply crone and cellphone. I have a few velcro belts, but pockets can work too.."

Wanda's gaze trailed the table. "So..how does it work?"

"Beats me."

She rolled her eyes. "Super."

Mrs. Turner sighed in worry. "Oh, how are we supposed to work any of this?"

"Isn't there an instruction manual or something?" Wanda asked.

"For FBI equipment?" Mr. Turner said. "Now, it's not grocery store walkie talkies. It's professional technology."

With a doleful look, Wanda arched a brow at Todd.

"We'll get it working, It's similar to what we have at the Fairy Military." Jorgen waved off. "We have bigger things to worry about."

"Right." Wanda said. "How do we get to Timmy?"

Jorgen again took out the blueprints, rolling them out and flattening it on the coffee table as Tracy cleared it of the gadgets. Jorgen crossed a hand over the two long corridors the right and left of the rectangular setup.

"The hallway with the traps I can guide a human through, as long as you take it step by step and listen to everything I say."

"But, we need someone to give Cosmo and I the okay for the magic corridor." Wanda said.

Jorgen grunted irritably. "Fine then, I'll do that instead." He looked at Mr. and Mrs. Turner. "Can you read blueprints?"

"I'm a realtor, of course." Mrs. Turner said.

"I'll travel through, and you guide me." Her husband said. "I'll get Timmy."

"Todd, I don't know, this looks dangerous," Tracy observed the traps. "Maybe I should go."

"No, I'm not taking that risk." Todd defied.

His wife shook her head. "Todd, I'm not-"

There was abrupt shuffling in the kitchen, and the four looked towards the room then back.

Tracy opened her mouth. "I'm not that-"

Loud clanging in the kitchen continued. Wanda closed her eyes with a head shake.

Mrs. Turner looked back at her husband. "I'm not some delicate-"

The rustling from the kitchen came much more abruptly. Tracy looked towards the entryway in startlement.

"Oh my god, Cosmo, I'm gonna kill you." Wanda meant to edge away, but Tracy stopped her.

"It's okay, I'll go help him." She said gently. "You should probably renew that tech stuff with your magic like you said, anyway."

Wanda pursed her lips, then pulling out her wand. "Right."

Tracy nodded, leaving the other three as she walked across the living room to the entryway of the kitchen. Upon entering, she rested a hand against the frame. Watching and listening as a rustling occurred behind the open fridge. There was a subtlety of angry mumbles coming from behind as well. A bob of green hair popped up, and coming out from the fridge Cosmo angrily kicked the door closed with a soda in hand. Barely even noticing Mrs. Turner as he floated to hover over the kitchen table. He opened the can of soda with a loud hiss and click of the tin, before brining it angrily to his lips for a sip.

With his back turned, Cosmo stood motionless in the air. Tracy herself felt unsure whether she should even bother or not, as moments before it sounded like he was juggling pots in here, only to find he'd only been rumbling for a soda can in the fridge.

She turned to leave but stopped in seeing Cosmo reaching for his back pocket. Mrs. Turner only then noticing the luminescent fuchsia-pink that stood out against the black of his pants. Cosmo tugged at the flap of Timmy's hat on pulled it out of his back pocket, bringing it around to hold in front of him and place it on the table. Tracy looked from the hat to Cosmo, with no particular thinking of his action as he just stared down motionlessly at the worn-out cap. With him faced away from her, there was no telling what he intended. Nor why he left the room in the first place. Especially at a time like this.

"Why'd you let go, buddy..."

Mrs. Turner looked up at the quietness nested Cosmo's voice, sensing his immediate yielding to sorrow. Ever since her husband had turned up, Timmy's godfather had been much quieter and much more brooding. Certainly not unnoticed by anyone, but through Wanda's stares in return, it was definitely not normal of him.

Tracy herself had been so caught up in trying to piece everything together, and what it all meant for Timmy. And in his kidnap, desperately try to do what she can to bring him home. Amongst it all though, she's had regular exchanges with Wanda. Even if still angry at the pink fairy for letting her down and letting Timmy be taken, Mrs. Turner was slowly realizing how she and Wanda weren't that far off from being similar. Certainly not from the exchanges they had.

Although, she hadn't said much to Cosmo.

Cosmo lifted the can for another sip, and Tracy edged in. "Would you like a glass?"

The green fairy jolted in startlement, coughing up his sip. He quickly wiped his mouth as he looked towards the entryway. Mrs. Turner hadn't expected such a jump from him. Even for a loud fellow, he was exceedingly skittish.

"Uh, no thanks...I like the can."

Mrs. Turner paused before she walked over to the kitchen table and took a seat to the right of the table. She motioned to the empty chair, and Cosmo hesitantly looked down at it before sitting as well. Or more, hovering over it in seating. Both sat in silence, and Tracy awkwardly tapped her nails against the cloth surface of the table.

"Are you still mad at Wanda?"

She looked up. "Well, I-"

"Because if you are, it was both of us. I mean, we really, really tried. That thing was just-was just-"

"I understand." Tracy stopped. "If you two said you did all you could, then I don't think I have much else of a choice but to believe you."

Cosmo nodded. "Sorry that I yelled in the middle of your living room."

Tracy breathed a small laugh. "That's quite okay, our living room has heard worse yells in the past as you could imagine."

"I guess.." he said, pausing in a moment of consideration. "Sorry I yelled at Cupid's, too.."

She paused and recollected what had happened at Cupid's. More matter of the fact, that no one had actually addressed what happened at Cupid's since then. There wasn't really much to discuss, as it had been made clear what both Cosmo and Wanda felt. Fairly enough, Tracy didn't want to necessarily talk about the fact that there was another living couple that was quite content in saying that her own son was like one of their own. No parent was prepared for that, especially when knowing that Timmy was exceedingly close with his godparents. And neither had she expected it, either. Cosmo hadn't talked much to Tracy before, but since his little admittance, barely. Even after expressing more truth than Wanda in one outburst. Maybe that was what was so different between the two fairies. Wanda may have had a way with speaking one's mind, but Cosmo knew how to spur the truth.

It hurt, it truly did. Knowing that her son may love them like his own parents other than his actual mother and father. A part of her even thought at the time at Cupid's that maybe Timmy forgetting his godparents would be for the better. As selfish as that sounds. If it meant not letting what was rightfully her's taken away so unfairly.

But after Timmy did lose his memory, and seeing how it nearly killed Cosmo and Wanda, Tracy refused to have those thoughts anymore.

"It's fine." She said. "You were only admitting what Wanda couldn't already."

Cosmo ran a finger over the rim of his soda can, eyes cast down. "You think?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I know we've had our spats, but, she means well."

The green fairy lifted the half-empty soda, twirling the liquid inside gently with a small rotation of the can. "I know she won't say, but...she'd like to hear that."

"Really?"

Cosmo shrugged. "I don't know much, but I know Wanda." He said. "She hates disapproval from anyone, even enemies."

"I suppose I fall under that list."

"No," the fairy shook his head, having the confidence to shift his gaze to the human. "She also won't admit that she wants your approval."

Mrs. Turner looked doubtful. "How's that?"

Cosmo stood silent, biting his tongue. There was never line drawn in his speaking, so he never knew when it was appropriate to stop. But, there were many things Wanda wouldn't admit. And if it meant better for her and everyone else, Cosmo would take that risk.

"Because it means being closer to Timmy."

Tracy contemplated over it, but still shook her head.

"What would it matter?" The human dismissed. "She said herself, you can poof to his side whenever plausible."

"Not anymore...but still, I don't think she means it like that.." Cosmo said. "She means-"

"Yes, I can understand what she means," Tracy said gently. "I don't think there's been one thing done by either of you without Timmy in mind."

"We're his..." Cosmo trailed off. "Were his godparents.."

Tracy downcasted her eyes. "I'm sorry." She said. "If there's any way to help regain his memory..."

Cosmo brought the can to his lips. "That's Jorgen's call I guess.." he took a sip. "Or the council's.." He put the can down, recognizing how Mrs. Turner seemed to be a little restraint in asking anything else. Maybe because Cosmo's tone was rather dull, and it didn't make him sound interested in anything.

The fairy sat up straighter in worry, that wasn't true at all. He'd give anything to get Timmy back and regain all their precious memories together. And if Wanda was giving a fighting chance to be on better levels with Timmy's mom, heck, Cosmo had to also.

"Wanda thought you might've hated her," Cosmo admitted, causing Mrs. Turner to turn her head up in surprise. "I-I'm not saying you do, but, that's what she thought."

Tracy's eyes traveled in ponderation. "I mean...she wasn't my favorite when I met her. But I never had any reason to brutally hate her. I said some things I shouldn't have.."

Cosmo snorted. "Yeah." His small smile vanished at Mrs. Turner's questionable look. "But, I could have helped more.."

"We don't need to argue this point, you're doing everything you can."

Cosmo sighed. Oh, how far off that was. "No, that's not true."

Mrs. Turner cocked her head to the side.

"If I was doing more," Cosmo said. "We'd all be in much more trouble."

"Why's that?"

"Because I mess everything up."

Tracy frowned. "Oh, I'm sure that's not true-"

"No, it is." Cosmo spoke pitifully. "For someone like me, gotta put limits on these things, y'know."

"Cosmo, no, that's no mentality go by." She disagreed. "There's certainly not someone who messes everything up, and I'm certain I'm not the first to tell you that."

The green fairy's eyes saddened, thinking of all the times Wanda had picked up his broken pieces for him. "No, you're not.."

Tracy gave a crooked smile. "Then I suppose you haven't reached your limit. Because messing up and stopping after you fail isn't doing everything you can. You keep going, that's doing everything you can. And I know you are, because you're the one sitting in my kitchen waiting on the rest of us to go and get Timmy back."

"Yeah..waiting..." Cosmo falsely implied. Tracy looked at him somewhat knowingly. It didn't take knowing him to understand what he was thinking. But it was easy to know he'd only started acting this way as soon as Mr. Turner stepped foot into Fairy World.

"You don't have to like my husband." Mrs. Turner said. "But you'll somehow have to handle being in the same room as him."

Cosmo hadn't looked up, slowly shaking his head. "Then why are you letting him stick around?"

"I haven't forgiven him for anything.." Tracy said. "But if he's certain about helping get our son back, well then.."

The fairy exchanged a look with her, and in quiet consideration, he carefully took hold of Timmy's hat. Swapping it from his left to right hand and giving it to Tracy in a small motion. She looked at the cap before carefully taking hold of it as Cosmo let go.

"Wanda said.." Cosmo spoke. "Maybe we could take turns.."

Mrs. Turner ran a delicate thumb over the hat, sighing tearfully. She looked up and nodded at the fairy. "Thank you."

"Tracy," Speak of the devil. The tall man quickly entered. "I think our...guests..got it working."

Mrs. Turner gave one last look to Cosmo, who nodded in a sincere thank you as well before Tracy got up from the table.

"The sooner we get it working, the sooner we'll get our son back." Mr. Turner said.

"Oh, so he's your son again?" Tracy snapped, quickly walking past her husband with the hat firmly in her grip.

"Tracy." Her husband called irritably. He shook his head in the doorway, looking Cosmo as the table who quickly cast his gaze away angrily. Todd made way to the table, reaching for the chair where his wife previously sat. He'd barely sat down before Cosmo quickly jumped up, poofing the soda can away and storming over to the entryway.

"Something wrong?" Mr. Turner asked, causing Cosmo to stop dead in the air. The fairy floated stiffly, clutching his wand in a tight hand as it momentarily glowed a threatening red. As Cosmo let loose with an unsteady exhale, the light of his wand dimmed. He turned around with narrowing green eyes.

"You hurt Timmy again, and you'll be hearing from me." Cosmo said.

He stormed out, making way back to the living room. Wanda hovered nearby, and upon seeing her husband, floated over to meet him.

"What's wrong?" Wanda immediately asked.

Cosmo shook his head. "Nothing."

Wanda hesitated. She sighed gently and taking her husband's hand, poofing the two of them up a floor higher. Cosmo stopped in looking around at Timmy's bedroom, then back at his wife.

"Cosmo," Wanda spoke delicately. "We've been over and over this, they're still his parents."

"You heard what I told him?"

"Yes, I heard!" She aggravated. "You can't threaten him like that."

"He left!"

"I know he did! The thought of letting him near Timmy after everything he had said to him, I-" Wanda stopped with a sharp breath, closing her eyes. "I don't want him around, but we can't take away anything that might hold us back from saving Timmy."

"We've been fine saving Timmy in the past alone." Cosmo reminded. "Or just taking care of him."

Wanda grunted from her husband's stubbornness, turning in facing away as she lifted a hand to her aching head. Cosmo sill stared at her, angrily narrowing his eyes though he breathed steadily to compose himself.

"Wanda, he belongs to us."

She said nothing, and that's what aggravated Cosmo. Like Tracy had said, he was just admitting what Wanda couldn't. Because unlike her, Cosmo didn't see the consequences in anything. He only saw the good of what could be. Looking towards the bed, Cosmo made way before carefully sitting himself down onto the comforter. Thinking how the last they had been in this room, their presence was just barely unknown in this house, as it was supposed to be. As soon as everything had been figured out, it all started going south. But at the same time, got Cosmo to admitting things he never thought he'd have the chance to admit.

He looked to his right and took hold of Timmy's pillow. Bringing it onto his lap as he rested his palms against it with a long sigh.

"This room is so empty without him.." Wanda said.

Cosmo nodded though his wife still faced away. Shrinking in his posture on the bed.

"I'm just so scared..." The male fairy admitted in a whisper. "How are you not scared..?"

Wanda turned around to look at her husband. Those eyes he upheld were one of a scared little boy, begging for answers. A part of Cosmo she knew but hated to see. It broke her heart and only reeled her forward as she gently flew over to him. Taking his face carefully into her hands, her eyes didn't leave his.

"I'm terrified..." she said.

Cosmo looked at her painfully. "..what if he's hurt?" He squeaked.

Wanda again said nothing in fear.

"..he doesn't even remember..he won't know where he is.." Cosmo continued. He dragged the pillow off his lap as he clung his hands to Wanda's arms as she continued to hold his face. "I thought magic was supposed to help the world..."

Wanda's eyes drew away from his face. "That depends on which hands hold on to it..."

Cosmo let his face fall to her shoulder. "It's not fair.."

"I know, darling.." Wanda brought a hand to the back of his head. "But, there is nothing so strong that can keep us from saving him. Nothing that I won't let, and I know nothing that you won't either."

"We'll stay together, right..?" Cosmo asked against her. "We'll get him back together..?"

"Yes, sweetie, I won't leave your side." His wife spoke. "We've always been a team..."

Cosmo pulled away, wiping an eye.

"What is it..?" Wanda asked.

He nodded with a sniff. "I just love him, a lot.."

Wanda's lips curved into a small smile, as her hands again trailed to his face. She brought her lips forward to gently plant a touching kiss on his cheek, before resting her face against his soft skin and closing her eyes.

"Cosmo," she said. "You're wonderful."

To be continued...