It felt like an eternity, itself.

However long Cosmo spent army crawling his way across that dreaded corridor, he hoped his wife hadn't put a time front on this desperate rescue for their godson. The green fairy tried to go as quickly as he could. But the wavering memory of Wanda telling him to not do anything stupid, flickered in the back of his mind constantly. Forcing himself to not lose sight, because he knew if he did, it could mean the worse for Timmy. And Cosmo would never forgive himself for that. Every minute spent crawling on that grimy floor, was pushed aside for the better. There was no telling what they've done to Timmy, so Cosmo was decidedly harder on himself than necessary.

The overhead blasts hadn't been triggered once since Cosmo's parting with Wanda, and that was hopeful enough. He wouldn't do anything to risk getting hit or caught. Even with Mr. Turner going about Timmy's rescue in the alternate corridor, Cosmo wouldn't believe Timmy was okay until he reached him himself. Mr. Turner could flatter himself a hero however he wanted, but that was little of Cosmo's concern. He just wanted Timmy, and he'd crawl through ten more of these corridors for him now that he completed this one.

Completed..?

Cosmo looked up in startlement.

He actually made it.

Reaching the border end of the hallway, Cosmo dragged himself forward before it and let his face fall to the ground in excruciating exhaustion. Breathing raggedly from his upper body pain and the aches in his hands that did all the work. He lifted his upper half off the ground and gave a hearty breath of relief, composing a small smile. It soon faded though, remembering his work was not done. Find the cell...there were three. But before that Wanda had said...

...Wanda said..

Cosmo paused and bit his lip in worry.

What was the next step?

With a grunt of irritation, Cosmo knocked a fist to his forehead. Don't do this now, you idiot. Don't forget a small, stupid detail.

"Don't you dare go and do something stupid..." Cosmo repeated quietly, mad that that had been the only thing he remembered. Don't do anything stupid, but what had she instructed? Wanda had explained to him, but, he'd been so concerned with her safety he probably glossed over it.

No, it had to be somewhere. Closing his eyes, the green fairy scrunched his face together in a distressing way of remembering. Searching his mind as much as possible to hope a key term, or something would pop up out of the blue.

"Aw, nuts." Cosmo worried. He again knocked a fist to his head repeatedly. "No, no, no, no."

Why was he so stupid.

Don't you dare go and do something stupid...

Right, go about it smartly.

Do something smart.

But, how could he if he couldn't even remember what he was avoiding?

Recollect.

His brows flew up at the sudden pointer in his head. But he quickly jumped onto it before he'd forget that too. Recollect...from where? They were fleeing from the black magic on their tail, him and Wanda. He'd been wildly worried about something. It was what got them caught. He kept looking behind him, but it wasn't at the magic. Why would he be worried about magic? Well, it was chasing them, and it was black magic and everything taught to them at the academy underlined keeping hands off of black magic-

Cosmo shook his head. Focus.

Why would he look back then? He knew what was chasing him. It's not like he could forget that. There was no reason to look back. Was it because Wanda had been shouting? But he hadn't done anything wrong! He was just looking back at her because she was closer to the black magic!

Oh.

Wanda was dangerously close to it. Way more than Cosmo in the least. He didn't know how that had happened, because they were seemingly close by each other's sides before the black magic hit. Whatever it was, he didn't like it one bit. He didn't like how close she was, and he didn't like that she was behind him. She should've been in front so he could keep her in eyeshot the whole time.

He should have taken the hit, so Wanda could go ahead and save Timmy.

She was way more capable than he was.

But, he was the one who kept looking back. And Wanda had to shout at him to keep going. It took away her focus from getting away herself because she was concerned for Cosmo. It was his fault she got hit.

Cosmo's eyes met the ground. It was always his fault.

He didn't remember anything he had said to her when dragging her to the side. The male fairy was guaranteed that his heart had stopped in the entirety of the few seconds Wanda blacked out. Even if death by a small hit of black magic wasn't guaranteed, Wanda had fallen to the ground as if she were dead seconds after being in the air. The blade hit her so hard you could hear the impact against her head over the sounds of the rest of the magic rushing after them. And she was out cold.

Cosmo fearfully clutched his chest at his heart running too fast.

They talked for a good few minutes. He didn't want to leave. God, no. Not on his life could he leave Wanda so incapable. She was so strong, but seeing her so weak was disheartening and painful for Cosmo. But, he needed to go. He needed to, Wanda kept saying that he needed...

He needed...

..needed...

...no, he wasn't the one.

Cosmo, Timmy needs you.

Timmy was.

"Timmy...I-I can't remember..." Cosmo worried. "I want-I need to help you...I don't wanna be stupid..."

Don't you dare go and do something stupid.

"I don't know..." Cosmo's voice shook.

This whole journey to come here and the fairy was stopping at a simple detail. One that any fairy could remember. But, not Cosmo. Not the big idiot. Not the scapegoat. Not the laughing stock. He couldn't handle a trip to Anti-Fairy World to save the only godchild he's ever seen as his own son. The only godchild possible to be his own son. One lousy, stupid trip across the galaxy made him forget a stupid detail that was keeping him from Timmy. A stupid detail on a stupid trip!

This whole stupid trip!

Stupid trip.

trip...

trip?

Cosmo's eyebrows flew up.

"Tripline!" He suddenly yelled.

Made of magic, avoid the tripline at the end made of magic.

Cosmo jumped to his feet and leaped over the border between the dreaded corridor and into the open air of the second hallway. Not letting himself touch the ground as his wings lifted him in levitation, and he let out a long groan of relieving pain from laying flat on that ground for so long.

A groan escaped past his lips, relishing being off the ground and back in his element as he floated. Opening his eyes, he flinched from the glow that greeted him, seeing that the hallway was lined with barely lit beacons mounted along the entirety of the left wall. His eyes adjusted, and his hand trailed down his dirtied button shirt, stopping with a jolt at the feeling of the velcro belt strapped around his waist. He looked down, almost forgetting that he was geared up all for a silly mic and earpiece.

Speaking of which.

"J-Jorgen?" Cosmo spoke nervously, holding a finger to the piece nestled in his ear.

There was a pause on the other end. "Cosmo? Where's Wanda?"

"She..She got hit."

"What?"

"She went back to stand guard."

"And do what? Wait for Turner to free himself?"

"No..I'm gonna get him.." Cosmo reminded.

There was another brief silence.

"We're doomed."

Instead of sheepishly agreeing, Cosmo merely scowled. He didn't bother to give a response as he tore his finger from his ear and drew his wand in venturing to the new hallway with fiercely lidded eyes. For some reason, the reminder that there were three cells at the end was fresh in his mind. Maybe because he'd been reminding himself exactly that in his army crawl to get here, not wanting to forget anything that would keep him from Timmy.

"Three...cells..."

In the dimness of the stone, icy-cold hallway, it suddenly became apparent how minuscule this hallway was compared to what he just dragged himself through. He sighed in thanking the fairy lords that maybe Timmy might be an easier find than anticipated. His heart raced in realizing just how close he was, and as soon as he stumbled upon the first prison cell door, he threw himself against it with his hands clinging to the tiny barred window.

"Timmy-? Timmy?" He asked hastily. "Timmy?"

Cosmo did what he only knew to do, and stuck his lanky arm between the slot's bars. With his wand in hand, he made a faint glow for a searchlight and frantically twisted it all around as his eyes did a scan of every inch of the cell he could see. But the darn thing was empty.

Retracting his arm out of the cell, he grunted loudly in frustration and slammed his hands against it. Before carrying onto the next cell not too far along. Grabbing onto the bar with one hand as he came to a halt, he stuck his wand through without hesitation.

He flicked his wand a few times to regain the glow, but undoubtedly, Cosmo met the unexpected.

As soon as his wand met the open air of the cell, a violent vibration ran through the entirety of Cosmo's wand and trailed up his arm. He extracted his wand in shock, but the magic brought forth with it allowed his wand to rocket out of his open hand and fly against the opposing wall of the corridor like a fiery arrow. Hitting against the wall with a loud shackle and then accelerating to the ground before juddering against the floor and stopping.

Cosmo looked at his wand in shock but was not uncertain.

"Timmy."

He looked back to the cell and clasped the bars with both hands, reeling his face in close as he tried his best to make out anything with the room. His eyes scanned the floor, but the inside was windowless with the only source of light peaking in from the corridor's fiery beacons that were blocked by Cosmo's shadow. Nevertheless, the fairy's eyes roamed the interior in search of anything. He'd almost glossed over the fact that the room was exceedingly darker than the last. He squinted his eyes in trying to look upon the interior, and the more he did, it soon dawned upon him that he wasn't just looking at a lifeless room. He was looking into literal darkness. He retracted with a small breath of fear.

The entire room was clouded with magic.

The fairy yanked himself forward again, now desperately trying to survey the room the best he could. However, there was no use. Not without another light source. Retrieving his wand, Cosmo thought again to put it through. But, it would be gusted back once more if he did. He'd be better off sending in some light himself to clear the room and see.

Cosmo raised his wand in preparation, before stopping in a jolting reminder. Surprised, more so, that he actually remembered the one rule Jorgen had made clear. No magic in any means necessary unless it was for a form of defense.

...but, Timmy could be in there.

. . .

Screw it.

The fairy whisked his wand, sending a green ball of energy between the bars of the cell window. The ball gusted gently to the center of the cell, and Cosmo quickly grasped forward again to look. Once centralized, the small light source crackled into a small firework-like eruption, lighting up the room for a good few seconds.

That was all the time Cosmo needed to spot a small bundle in the corner. Swaddled in rustic chains and dark blades of black magic. The body it was feeding off of was out cold.

"Timmy!"

The light died down in the room.

Cosmo raised his wand with a shutter, the star point glowing red threateningly in preparation. He yelled out aggressively as he brought it swinging down against the heavy lock on the door. Giving a damaging strike to it, though it did not break off. Cosmo raised his wand and did it again, weakening the lock more. He did it again, and again, his motions becoming faster and heavier. Until the lock could no longer withstand the breakage and split in half from one final strike of Cosmo's heated wand.

Cosmo busted through the door, only to be met with a striking pound from the black magic within. He felt as though he had stepped into a typhoon, as the magic whisked him to the far left to come crashing against the stone fall. Cosmo fell with a striking yell of pain, his wand fleeing from his grasp. Cosmo painfully rolled onto his knees and saw nothing as the black magic swarmed in gusts of winds in every direction. He sought out for his wand, feeling the ground beneath him and venturing into the center of the cell. He trailed across fearing that he may never find it and he'd be doomed to save his godchild. Although, as luck would have it, he found it where the magic had intended to whisk it to. The furthest away from him. Cosmo made a grab for it and shook it in an effort to make a glow once more. The black magic he was engulfed in attempted to pry it away, although Cosmo tugged back and kept it closed to his body as he encouraged the wand to glow. Still on his knees, Cosmo shifted forward and jerked back when he landed on the abdomen of someone familiar. Timmy unconsciously hollowed out in pain, though he remained asleep.

"T-Timmy.." Cosmo worriedly said, surveying the boy. "Timmy, please wake up."

The magic was too far rooted for the boy to wake up from his trance. Cosmo shook him in pleading, but came to his senses that this entire cell was undeniably cursed. He needed to find the source that was making it do so.

Getting to his feet, but not making an attempt to fly after last time, Cosmo pointed his wand out carefully though he kept a firm grip. He surveyed the entire cell by turning around with the light shone forward looking for something. Across where he had originally been whisked too, there was a trunk.

Cosmo quickly ventured forward.

Coming upon the chest, the magic that surrounded the room was pouring out of it. And getting larger by the second. Cosmo carefully extracted one hand from his wand and reached forward for the trunk's lid.

When his hand touched the corner bumper of the delicate wood, a blade of black magic quickly wrapped itself around his wrist with a muffled growl. Cosmo screamed out, feebly attempting to pull his wrist back though the magic didn't let go and tightened its grip. It forcefully attempted to pull Cosmo into the trunk, recognizing him as a source of light magic it wished to feed off of. Cosmo kept pulling desperately in fear, completely outstretched as he looked back at where Timmy remained. Pointing his glowing wand to see that his godchild remained heavily unconscious although pain occupied his face. The black magic rumbled and hissed as it wrapped more and more around him.

Cosmo's brows slowly met his lids.

With his wand still pointed in the center, and his wrist clasped tightly as he was slowly dragged on his feet along the pavement, Cosmo let out a yell that uplifted into a roar as his wand's point began to glow brighter and brighter. The yellow it obtained fading quickly as green shone from it. Cosmo yelled loudly in raising it higher, and soon enough, the entire thing erupted with a green explosion. The blackness screamed in pain as it was engulfed by the excruciating light. The beam that was wrapped around Cosmo's wrist snapped off, and Cosmo came falling forward.

He turned onto his bottom, as he fearfully watched that the magic he had ensued eat up the black magic. And the darkness that could get away, retreated into the trunk in fast winds, blowing quick past Cosmo as he held an arm to his face from the abrupt movement. Soon enough, the entire room was occupied primarily with Cosmo's magic, and the darkness had been cornered back to the trunk. Cosmo extracted his arm, watching fearfully.

Suddenly, all magic stopped in a burst.

Playing out before Cosmo's eyes, he watched the trunk fall heavily shut and shuttered at the sound.

The room now empty, Cosmo quickly stumbled to his feet and lunged forward for the trunk snapping both locks closed and then retracting from the trunk in fear. He floated back into the air, breathing heavily and grabbing the knot of his tie as he loosened it in an overwhelmed state. He realized then how much is abdomen hurt, and looked down at the velcro belt he was still wearing, occupied with the power supply crone and cellphone that was digging into Cosmo's gut after being shifted from the impact of the wind. Cosmo tore the belt off, throwing it to the ground and as well ripping off the wire and his earpiece. Disbanding all of it.

Cosmo still breathed heavily, looking back at his godchild who laid flat. The fairy flew forward and landed on his knees near his side.

"Timmy!" Cosmo worriedly shook him. "Timmy, don't!"

Cosmo took hold of one of the chains attached to his godchild's wrist, his eye trailing to where it was embedded in the wall. He looked up, seeing that at the furthest point near the ceiling a wooden lever stood untouched. He dropped the chain and flew high to grasp it, weighing down all his weight on the dreadfully heavy thing before it yanked down quickly.

The cuffs around Timmy's wrists and ankles busted open, leaving dreadful red rims around his wrists. Cosmo came crashing to his knees again, taking hold of the child around his middle and holding his head for support.

"...oh, Timmy.." Cosmo sniffled.

The boy was awfully pale and looked parched. Cosmo lowered his ear, to find that Timmy was still breathing though it was barely audible and raggedly. Cosmo pulled back, looking at the boy's face in dread as he held him closer and lowered his face to the top of the boy's head.

"I'm here.." he whispered against the boy's hair, closing his eyes. "I'm here, I'll never let you go, again..."

Cosmo felt incapable to get up. Whether Timmy was unconscious or not, the fairy couldn't run as Wanda had told him. Cosmo was unsure as to how well Timmy was and it gripped his godfather's heart and squeezed it torturously, anchoring him in place. It was the feeling of knowing that Timmy's pain did bring Cosmo pain, much like if Wanda or Poof were to be hurt. And he hadn't been there to shield the child from it, to step into harm's way to keep him protected as his godparent.

"I'm sorry..." Cosmo gently whispered as he pulled back. He lifted Timmy's hair out of his pale face with a careful hand. "I'm so sorry, Timmy..." the fairy choked helplessly.

There was a moment where Cosmo just stared woefully at Timmy. But after a few seconds of threading his fingers gently through his hair, Timmy's brow slowly creased above his closed eyes in regaining his senses.

"Timmy..?" Cosmo gently asked, encouraging him to wake up with a small shift of the boy in his arms.

"Mm..?" he gave a mumble in affirmation. The slits of his eyes began to crack open, in revealing the gorgeous blue underneath as his vision align in seeing Cosmo's strikingly fearful eyes on him. "..yeah..?" he croaked.

All other actions of Cosmo were ceased, and in a jarring sensation of relief, the fairy took hold of Timmy's face with one hand and pressed a kiss firmly to his head.

It was something Wanda would have done, but that's certainly not why Cosmo did it. Nor why he hadn't often done it before. Because no godparent, nor father, could begin to sympathize with Cosmo on just how overly relieved and grateful he was that his godson was okay.

At the feeling of the fairy's lips pressed to his hair, Timmy's eyes turned to saucers. Flicking up to where Cosmo remained for a good few seconds in startlement. Nearly right after the fairy pulled away, Timmy ungripped himself from his arms and scooted away across from him. Staring in evident fear. Cosmo remained on his knees as he stared back at his godson in confusion of the fear that crossed the boy's eyes.

Until Cosmo remembered that Timmy had absolutely no idea who he was.

"Sorry, I-"

"Who are you?"

Cosmo felt his heart clench. "I'm Cosmo.."

The boy's face lacked recognition.

"Timmy, you have to remember..."

Timmy's eyes looked him up and down. "You look just like him.."

The fairy's brow creased. "Like...who?"

"That bat-wing guy." Timmy said. "With the monocle and suit and stuff, he looks a lot like you."

The dropped hints made it easy for Cosmo to know who Timmy was referring to, and his shoulders sagged. Being associated in the slightest with that monster was one of the things Cosmo despised the most.

"Oh.." Cosmo nodded with a distant stare. "Yeah, him.."

"Are you guys brothers?"

"No," Cosmo despised, getting to his feet and striding forward. "Timmy, we need to get you out of here." The fairy made a grab for Timmy's wrist in an attempt to bring him along to the cell exit. But, the boy quickly snapped his wrist away.

"Hold on! I don't even know you." Timmy defied.

Cosmo took to the air again, looking down at his previous godchild in sadness. What else could he have possibly expected? That Timmy would somehow remember as soon as he laid eyes on his godfather? It didn't work that way.

"Where'd you come from, anyway?"

"Fairy World."

Timmy paused, before scoffing. "Yeah, right.."

"N-No, really! We're all came to rescue you and bring you home. Wanda was gonna come to, b-but she got hit, and-"

"Who's Wanda?"

That seemed to hit harder. "Your godmother...she's done everything for you. For us."

The fairy was evidently hurt, but Timmy could not give sympathy even if he tried. There was no telling where this guy popped up from and Timmy was not prepared to just trust him merely because he said he could.

"Look, I really don't know what you're-"

"Timmy?"

Cosmo and Timmy turned towards the doorway.

Then, the boy couldn't believe his eyes.

Mr. Turner had shown up a mess since Cosmo last saw him, meaning the corridor he traveled through was certainly no picnic either. Still, despite the dirtiness of his clothes and sweat gleamed upon his face, the man looked relieved at the sight of his son.

Timmy blinked as his eyes turned glossy, a hopeful feeling running through his core. "Dad..?"

Mr. Turner kneeled down, and Timmy went racing past Cosmo and to his father to boulder into his arms.

"You came back.." Timmy mumbled. His father hugged his son with a gentle nod. Relief nested deeply in the man's face as he ran a gentle hand against the boy's hair as he sighed deeply.

At the sight of the two, Cosmo achingly looked away.

"Timmy, are you okay? Are you hurt?" His father asked.

"No.." His son said, not leaving his arms. "..dad, where are we?"

"I'm not sure," Todd said. "But, we're gonna get you home. Okay? It's over now."

"Not yet," Cosmo mumbled.

Mr. Turner looked from his son, though he still kept a grip on him.

"We have to get back through those hallways." Cosmo pointed to the outer corridor in reference. "It's gonna be harder with Timmy."

"Well, speaking of exactly that, I've been trying to contact you."

The fairy's eyes widened, briefly throwing a glance to his disbanded earpiece and equipment. He looked back nervously. "You have?"

"Yeah, I would've gotten here a lot later if the entirety of the traps didn't disappear."

"What?"

"Half-way through, they all just vanished." Mr. Turner said. "Your boss doesn't know what it's about, either."

Before questioning it, the atmosphere around the three shifted instantly. Sudden tremors within the stone of the complex raised out of nowhere. The ground beneath Timmy and his father shook with subtle movement, causing both to reach out for the open air in balance. Cosmo, though mid-air, grabbed the wall for safety as the tremors beckoned into the air around him as well.

After a few seconds, it stopped, and Cosmo nervously looked forward.

"We gotta get out of here."

Todd grabbed Timmy's wrist, bolting out the door. Cosmo quickly flew behind in following, whisking the door shut behind him as they made a beeline for the right down back the way Mr. Turner had come from. Speeding down the corridor, Cosmo quickly caught up to him and Timmy.

"But, how do we know-"

"Look I'm telling you," Todd said in their run. "The traps vanished into thin air."

The boy who ran underneath the other two's line of vision frowned in uncertainty. "Dad, I don't know if that's possible.."

"Timmy, not now-"

"No, seriously. Maybe they were just rigged or something, nothing can just disappear."

"Yeah well, get ready to face the works, sport.." Cosmo mumbled.

As they came to a halt at the end of the corridor, they looked down the deadly lengthy hallway where Mr. Turner had traveled from. Cosmo breathed anxiously as the hallway was dimmer than ht one had traveled through, prone as to why they were equally difficult to travel across, considering haven to dodge traps in this kind of lighting.

"How do we know?" Cosmo asked again.

Mr. Turner hesitantly let of Timmy's wrist. "I don't see why it should have changed."

"Dad." Timmy worried, keeping him from stepping forward.

"It's alright, son." He briefly looked to Cosmo. "I'll go. If I take a hit, just do whatever it takes to get Timmy out of here."

Cosmo was in no mood to take orders from Todd. Although, from the sound of those tremors, it didn't seem like they had a lot of time.

"Sure." The fairy said curtly.

The human took a lanky step into the hallway, edging that foot in more and more to see if it triggered any reaction. The hallway was deadly silent as Cosmo and Timmy looked on in anticipation of anything. Unsure as to what is expected out of what was presumably an empty corridor. Still, Mr. Turner trod lightly, stopping a few feet in as he felt a particular edge of the ground with his foot. Hitting the stone pavement to see if an invisible trap would be triggered. And then tapping the same wall beside it.

While they watched Mr. Turner fumble around with slight impatience and worry, Cosmo hesitantly looked to his right at Timmy. Lowering himself from the air so he was only at a slightly higher level. The boy's eyes watched his dad steadily as his previous godfather cleared his throat.

"Timmy," Cosmo said. "I know this won't make sense. But, in case things don't change back to the way they were. Just know that...Wanda and me...we love y-"

Timmy cut him off without listening.

"Look, you seem like the kind of guy who knows his way around here." The oblivious child spoke to the fairy, keeping his gaze on his father who trod down the corridor. "Do me favor and keep an eye on my dad and his...heroic acts on our way out of this place? He gets into a lot of trouble. But, uh, you seem like the kind of guy who might be more level-headed."

Cosmo sighed.

After another brief moment, Todd stopped. "Look, I tested a bunch of corners that I remember from the blueprints. I think we're good to go."

Cosmo ran a bit of sweat from his hairline with his grimy hand, exhaling deeply. "Let's get out of here."

They bolted.

Running down the hallway with hitching breaths and adrenaline from absolute fear of the dreaded place. One, Timmy could no longer withstand the hostility of the place for, well, however long he had been here for. Cosmo couldn't think what is to happen if they were to stay behind any longer. There had been no sign of anti-fairies since the guards outside. And Todd, aside from saving his son, good god he couldn't get out of this hellish world fast enough.

They ran like their lives depended on, hope blooming within them the closer they neared the halfway point of the corridor. A small smile slowly engulfed Timmy's face as he could practically see freedom in front of him. He'd been sitting in that hole forever, and with his father back and whatever that other thing is, he was ready to bust out, to break free, to finally get a sweet, sweet taste of-

A black eruption of smoke expelled out of thin air right before them, and they halted.

It cleared, and two anti-faires, one of the pink eyes and one of green, stood guard.

Seeing Anti-Cosmo in familiarity, Timmy swallowed. "You?"

Mr. Turner and Cosmo edged in front of Timmy, shielding him from the menacing creatures.

Anti-Cosmo floated forward as Anti-Wanda neared behind him. Although, she was considerably defensive as well. More even, as she carried what looked to be a cannonry-like device. Todd and Cosmo pushed Timmy further behind them.

"I hope the journey here was well." Anti-Cosmo mused.

They didn't say anything, their eyes locked coldly to the creature.

"I will admit, it was quite a show watching you tread through these halls just to reach the child."

The intruders still did not say anything, combatively quiet, not daring to edge away from Timmy.

"But, you know, when Mr. Frankenstein over here," Anti-Cosmo gestured to Mr. Turner, "was spending all his precious time with the traps, it became a bore. So we just defused them completely."

"Were you watching us?" Todd demanded.

"Through our surveillance. We cover every inch of Anti-Fairy World." Anti-Cosmo crossed his arms as he surveyed Todd in amusement. "I will say, meeting one of Turner's parents came to be more exciting than I pictured. I am starting to see where Timothy gets his eagerness comes from. I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

The anti-fairy looked to his counterpart.

"And you, Cosmo, good to see you as always."

"Don't talk to me." Cosmo spat.

Anti-Cosmo's brows flew up. "What a change of heart, indeed! I'd expect that from your wife, but certainly not you."

"Honey, can we get done with it, already?" Anti-Wanda eagerly asked. She raised the black-shone weaponry higher. "I wanna aim for tacky boy's face."

Cosmo didn't dare leave from shielding Timmy, although, fear violently ran through him as his wife's counterpart aimed that thing directly to him.

"Now, love." Anti-Cosmo eased. "We're not going to take drastic measures. Not unless necessary. I think we can all agree we're here for one thing."

Anti-Cosmo clasped his hands together and smiled. He looked almost too genuine, except for his eyes. The way they were slashed with nothing but menacing impatience, they said it all.

"Lads," he said. "Give us the boy."

Cosmo stared daggers as he raised his wand. "I didn't come all this way, and go through that stupid corridor, just to lose Timmy again.."

Anti-Cosmo grinned. "You're not going to tell me you didn't at least have a little fun? Even after I dug endlessly just find the plans Fairy World's Abracatraz corridor traps? And then made an exact copy of it in our own domain just for your visit! You really should show some more gratitude, Cosmo."

The fairy arched a brow. "What?"

"Oh come on, now." Anti-Cosmo sneered. "We don't need to implement foolish security measures like Fairy World. Only in this situation, when it means cutting off the smartest one of your rescue team and leaving it up for you two morons to save Timmy."

Cosmo blinked in realization. "You-You set them for Wanda?"

Anti-Cosmo flicked his brow in ego. "Unlike your opposing wives, you two foolish men always seem to get by through sheer dumb luck. It's always been your wives who seem to take the consequential hit for you. They would be much harder to fight off. I hesitated on the use of some silly traps, I prefer better taste than that. But, I will admit, Fairy World's engineering in Abracatraz is quite impressive for capturing all races magic and non-magic. You two I could stop with a wave of my wand, but, I figured I would need something more complex for the smarter brains of your group. For your lady friends. Enough in which..." Anti-Cosmo looked to his counterpart smugly, "...they would definitely take the hit for you."

Cosmo swallowed in nervousness. "Wanda didn't...it was an accident. She didn't save me..she got hit by accident.."

"Did she?"

Cosmo's eyes left his counterpart as they flicked every which way in perplexion.

"How'd you know we would know about the traps?" Mr. Turner asked.

The anti-fairy huffed. "Our fairy friends are no geniuses. We know that they compare their world to ours as a way of analyzing our way of life. As long as that jarhead is in charge, I knew he'd go about this activity using resources he is familiar with."

"And how would you know how they work?"

"Because you repugnant mortal. We spent eons in that jail after crossing Fairy World borders once too many times." Anti-Cosmo snapped. "Enough time spent in the sack you pick up on things."

The intruders stood still in fear. Though Timmy couldn't know of the nature of the plan, as he had nothing to remember anything by. But in the insignificant excuse for the brains of Cosmo and Mr. Turner's, they realized the audacity of Anti-Cosmo's plan.

They were wrong.

This was the trap.

"Now," Anti-Cosmo continued more threateningly. "Do I have to ask again for you to hand over Timothy, or will my wife and I have to take more drastic measures?"

Anti-Wanda raised the cannonry.

"You'd kill us for Timmy?" Todd spat.

"Oh relax, this weaponry can't kill you. It'll paralyze you, and short out those two's magic."

Anti-Cosmo pointed to his counterpart and the boy. Timmy looked from behind his father and finally scowled. He had enough.

"Look, buddy!" He snapped back as he came out from behind Cosmo and Todd's shielding. "I don't know what you're big obsession with me is, or what kind of idiot you must be to think that I'm magic, but I'm sick of it! My head hurts, I'm tired, my mouth is dry, I smell, I've been having weird dreams, I don't know where the heck I am, I'm done! So let us out so I can go back to my already stupid life before the police show up! You called them, right dad?"

His father licked his lips nervously. "Timmy-"

"Oh, Timothy. If only you knew." Anti-Cosmo scorned. "Just what you're capable of. And all you've been exposed to beyond what humans know, gone just like that. Amazing how something of such big importance in your life could disappear with your say so. And for what? To save your pitiful godparents?"

Timmy's eyes were one of extreme displeasure as they narrowed at Anti-Cosmo. Looking at him in wrath as he shook his head bitterly. "I still don't know what you're talking about.."

"Take a look at your godfather."

Cosmo looked up inadequately, having contemplated too hard.

"Not much of a sore sight for eyes." Anti-Cosmo said. "Frankly, if you ask the rest of Fairy World, they'd probably express the number of times they had fled at the sight of him. Yet you, Timmy, were never one to regret having him as a godparent. While that's a commitment in itself, it must be because you two share the same degree of carelessness. Tell me boy, do you have any idea who this man is?"

Timmy hesitated to look at Cosmo, before reeling his eyes away from the anti-fairies to travel up to the floating being to his side. Cosmo fought to not look at Timmy, but it could not be helped in any way as his eyes met the child's. Timmy almost flinched in surprise from the hue green they upheld and how they were illuminatingly abrupt in the dimness of the hallway. That was..not normal. No eyes were meant to be so bright in all that Timmy had ever seen. It was almost..haunting. But, Timmy followed the question as he stared into Cosmo not for his eyes, but for the familiarity. For something recognizable. But even if Cosmo's eyes were one of a wonderous sight, in the middle there was just no recognition Timmy could put his finger on.

There was nothing.

"No."

Cosmo didn't tear his gaze from Timmy.

"Enough jawing!" Anti-Wanda complained as she dangled the weapon helplessly in one hand. "Me and mah hubby 'ere have waited long enough to get this show on the road! We ain't about to let Tim-buck-tooth over 'ere ruin it! Especially when we need him the most!

Anti-Wanda loosely held the weapon by its handle and lazily aimed it forward. "Y'all had yer chance!"

Her husband put two hands up. "Love, careful with that thing now-"

"Timmy!" Mr. Turner demanded.

His father's vast hand came in contact with Timmy's chest like a bulldozer, as he was hurled back at an exceedingly strong and protective speed. Giving Cosmo just enough time to catch him from the impact and for both of them to strikingly look at where Todd remained.

Anti-Wanda had already pulled the trigger.

An exceedingly sharp, black blade cannoned out and beelined for Mr. Turner just as he thrusted Timmy behind him. Coming to face the weapon's aiming path sternly as the horrid thing launched at him, and the entirety of his bravery was replaced by en excruciating feeling of pain as the thing met his chest and nested deeply within him. He hunched back with a large cry of agony as his eyes shut. The blade quickly took root, and then evaporated from his chest into nothing. From the feeling, he knew;

Paralyzation was not the means that he met.

The moment Todd was standing to the moment he was on the ground all seemed to slow down in Timmy's eyes. "DAD!"

He scrambled out of Cosmo's grip with hitching breaths of terror, thrusting himself forward as he came to land in a scraping halt on his knees near his father's side. Mr. Turner clutched a tight hand to his chest, refusing his son's attempt to pry his fingers away. The weakness though made him give in as Timmy tore his hand off. Giving a silent gasp at the sight of a wretchedly torn black hole in the middle of his father's chest. Oozing with black magic, and, trickling with blood.

"Dad, you're.." Timmy worried shakily as tears threatened the back of Timmy's eyes. They glossed over the wound. "you're not p-paralyzed, you're.."

"It's okay, Timmy." Mr. Turner spoke gently, carefully putting his hand over his son's on his chest.

Cosmo hovered over, looking in shock.

"But.." Timmy's face was already drenched.

Todd's expression was rather doleful yet calm, and it was plummeting a nauseating and fearful feeling in Timmy's core. Sinking deeper and deeper as the boy couldn't tear his gaze from his father's in knowing through a silent exchange what was intended by his father's calmness.

"Dad..get up."

Mr. Turner hesitantly looked to his wound.

"Dad..."

His eyes tearfully met his son's. "Timmy, listen to me.."

Timmy took in a large sob. "No!"

Todd swallowed. "Timmy, I-" he stopped abruptly as he was overwhelmed with a cough from the impalement. The haunting black magic taking over his system quicker by the second as his wound pulsed with an abrupt shaking of his body. Timmy kept his hands strapped to his father as he shook and sobbed at the sight of him with a clenched jaw and slitted eyes that tried to resist his tears.

"Timmy," his father coughed. "I..I know none of this makes sense, but it will soon..."

Todd couldn't resist it any longer, and let his head fall back from holding it up painfully. Timmy let out a small cry.

"What..what..?" Timmy demanded.

Mr. Turner raised a steady hand, barely off the ground, and pointed. "You need to go with him..."

He gestured to Cosmo who stood helplessly away from them. Timmy refused to look anywhere but his father though as the man coughed in a struggle to gain breath as his system slowly kept declining every time he breathed in. The feeling showing no pity for the human as the magic was starting to weigh him down and make him feel as though he was sinking into the ground. The blood came out in very little amounts, although, the blackness pouring out of his core like asphalt was a terrifying sight in the mix. Timmy's breaths hitched.

"Do..something.." Timmy pleaded. He looked around at the others. "Someone please do something!"

The onlookers, including the anti-fairies, stayed still as there was nothing to be done. Timmy shuttered in painful agony as he looked back down at his father and shook his head in refusal. "Dad.."

Todd reached the same hand to his son's face. "I'm sorry.."

Timmy shook abruptly, clenching his father's shirt in his hands.

"Whatever...this means..." Todd choked unsteadily. "Timmy...just...just...just be happy..."

"Dad..."

His hand drifted from his son's face.

"Dad, please..."

"..I love you.."

The light left his eyes and his head gently rocked to the side.

"DAD!"

The boy wailed uncontrollably for his father as his voice broke into dreadful, uneven breaks. "NO!" His face fell to his father's abdomen as he gripped helplessly to the man's shirt. He took in an unruly gasp of air against him. "Dad, you have to get up! Wake up! Wake up, now!"

His father's face was lifeless and awfully pale, and Timmy continued to shake him though he pleaded out for someone. "Someone do something!" He tearfully demanded, his eyes daring to leave his father as they trailed before him. Slowly rising up to the anti-fairies. Timmy stared at them through his shedding tears, hitching madly as he could make out the single impression they had in staring upon the boy and his lifeless father.

They were horrified.

Their pink and green eyes were wide in terror as their blue skin had dialed down a few shades in paleness. Anti-Wanda slowly dropped the weapon from her grip as it landed on the ground with a startling thud. Her hands held at a distance in shock of her move. Anti-Cosmo's eyes looked from the dead man to the boy who wailed over him, Timmy staring back.

"P-Please.." Timmy begged.

Anti-Cosmo's eyes gleamed.

In fear, he grabbed his wife's wrist and raised his wand, both disappearing.

Timmy continued to cry and looked back down at the man that laid motionless. Mr. Turner's body ran cold, and Timmy's face fell against him again as he continued to bawl for his father to wake up.

Cosmo breathed shakily in uncontrollable tears of his own, gripping his arms around himself as he watched his helpless godson wail over his father's body. The fairy's emerald orbs were wide in terrified disbelief as the man, who he once considered the rival of his fathership over Timmy, laid dead on the floor of the anti-fairies' domain. The one that Cosmo had tried so hard to keep Timmy wary of, worried desperately as to how the man would truly break Timmy's heart in his lack of love for him. But as always, Cosmo was very wrong.

Timmy's dad truly did love him.

And he just paid the biggest sacrifice to prove it.

Timmy's cries picked up audibly into his father's earpiece and transferred to the system outside the castle walls.

As the two spectators listened, Mrs. Turner's face was white as she shakily brought a hand to remove her earpiece. Jorgen looked to her, as Tracy dropped it to the ground and shook uncontrollably.

Before collapsing into a faint.

To be continued...