Btw, I know little to nothing about computers. I tried doing some research, a lot of this is just full-fledged pulled from my ass.

TriceTokushu: Oooooh, Wanda doesn't know what's coming at all. Glad to know last chapter's closing was enjoyed, I'm always prepped to be run out of town by an angry mob when I start heating things up between Coz and Wandie.

DoggPocky: Oh, to be honest, how I've written it probably isn't how it actually works. I just had to put it in a way where Mama Cosma somehow got what she wanted through high demands or maybe framing Calico. Things are gonna be explained more and more throughout. Yup, H.P. is feeling pretty good about himself but should definitely watch his back. Not using anti-fairies in this just because I've used them as the antagonists a few times and decided to use the pixies this time around. The emotional burnout is exactly what I was aiming for with Cosmo actually. Haha, Cosmo and Wanda finally got their little moment without interruption.

Piperamitt: Cosmo and Wanda both have stuff to admit don't they? We'll just have to wait and see! H.P. and his godparenting impersonation will be discussed a bit more as we go. Won't spill anything about your theory, you may or may not be right, but cool thinking! I'm glad you like Wanda's little hacker moment on the computer, I was hoping it wouldn't be boring. And yup, everyone's stoked that Cosmo and Wanda got their tap in, haha.

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Wanda didn't know what to think of the past few days.

Cosmo was home again, thank goodness. But things were far different than she'd ever witnessed. There were a lot of days in Cosmo and Wanda's life so far. A lot of godchildren, a lot of different turns of events, a lot of the unexpected. The adventure they'd wanted to have since they were granted as official godparents. And in over nine thousand years, the unexpected sometimes still hit with one another too. Despite how well a couple could know each other, surprises came to their full extent when life was always on a repeat of a new adventure.

And sometimes, the unexpected wasn't always good. To say this applied here was an under exaggeration of what Wanda had been witnessing from her husband. Her all-of-a-sudden incredibly zombie husband. He barely made the effort to get dressed, he didn't want to talk about anything that had happened, and when he was with Wanda, there was only one thing he was interested in doing with her.

To put it politely, they'd been doing it nonstop.

The first few times seemed more out of relief, but now they were like bunnies. Wanda hadn't felt opposed it any of it, might she add. She'd wanted him just as much, but something was most definitely wrong underneath it all. The pink fairy almost cursed herself for letting something as mind-pulling as making love keep her focus from discovering what the heck drove Cosmo off in the first place. And what the heck made him so different now.

Wanda stood in their kitchen as she stirred her oatmeal, stormed in her thoughts. Her husband was like a drone, and it terrified her. A dull version of him was enough to worry for. She could barely get him to talk let alone be himself in any shape nor form. At least except for their 'regular activity', where his focus could never be anywhere but she, as it always had been. And that came by quite frequently because anytime Cosmo would initiate it, Wanda would accept. She didn't even know why she continued on with the game. Whether it was out of simply wanting her husband in this endless passionate dance, or maybe it was the only time she could somewhat see a Cosmo she knew. But what help would that be during intercourse? What was she gonna do, strike up a deep conversation in the middle of it?

Admittedly, the sessions were arousing enough from thought for Wanda as she gripped her spoon she continued to stir with. Staring into the open air as the feeling rose a high temperature in her chest. She blinked from it and quickly cleared her throat as she occupied herself with her oatmeal. She needed to sort things out without getting so distracted. Something was definitely wrong. Not with their little sessions, but how Cosmo simply was between them. She would be okay with this constant raciness lately if it was under normal circumstances. But her husband was definitely not under normal circumstances.

It almost seemed like he was trying to distract her. Or even, distract himself.

Not even doing the usual things he loved, aside from their racy activity, worked. Not to get him to talk nor lift his spirits. She'd tried getting him his favorite pudding brand, she tried putting on his favorite movies and shows. That least of all worked, for he'd either stare off into space from the screen or his hand would end up on her thigh somehow.

He wouldn't address what happened at all. She'd given him three days to come clean, and he didn't seem like he would anytime soon at this given rate. And if this endless game of on and off was gonna prevent that, well, she'd have to say no next time if she was gonna get Cosmo to say something.

Reaching for the handle, Cosmo turned off the running hot water of the shower. He sniffed in gaining a fresh breath from the thick steam as he ran his hands up his face and raked back his soaked locks, rubbing his fingers along his eyes as he sighed. The shower somewhat washed away the hollowness he'd felt for the past three days. He'd also barely cleaned himself since getting home and Wanda, sick of it, convinced him to have another shower. She probably didn't want the smell of the grimy streets all over the house any more than the first one didn't wash off. Or smothered all over her for that matter, either.

Cosmo pushed at the glass of the shower door and exited, dripping over the bathroom rug as the coolness hit his shivering body instantly, and he sought for the towel he put aside. Bringing it to his face he sighed again into it and draped it over his head as he ruffled his hair dry and proceeded to dry the rest of his body, sniffing off the heat of the shower that occupied his nostrils.

Throwing the towel to the hamper without care, he reached for his hunter green robe and slipped it on, then ruffling his damp hair with a hand as he gave a look at himself once in the bathroom mirror. He didn't care to do much else and grabbed hold of his crown from the sink's island to place above his head, allowing it to take place in its regular magnetic levitation. He didn't bother with anymore changing other than that and his robe, as he floated out the door and made his way downstairs to the kitchen where he knew his wife was. Even if he'd been morbidly lazy these past few days, he needed to be around her to stay somewhat sane, if he was gonna continue to stand guard against whatever may take him by surprise next in his life. Whatever was to come from his dreams, he'd be ready for it.

Floating down the remainder of stairs that came intact with the kitchen's archway, he turned in and stopped at the entrance to watch his wife across the way at the furthest counter with her back turned to him. Stirring her oatmeal with a metal spoon, fully dressed and already having completed more that morning than he had these few days he's been home. At least in the sense of actually bothering to do stuff other than what they've been doing profusely together. Seeing his wife, the urge for her came over Cosmo once more.

Yes, that first night when he came home was purely need. The days following, well, they were still wildly fun. But, he knew it to be his way of keeping his mind from everything he was thinking. It was just distracting enough to work. And he knew Wanda suspected him, it wasn't like he could prevent that. But she hadn't said no to any of it either. Maybe he was keeping from talking, but the repeated cycle had initiated an unstoppable passionate wave. And right now she looked to be more irresistible doing something as simple as stirring a bowl of oatmeal.

Floating steadily past the middle island counter and clearing his throat as to let his presence be known, Cosmo gradually came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Wanda stopped in her current action as, once more, Cosmo's lips softly brushed her neck and his hands traveled under her yellow blouse. Dazed, her eyes closed blissfully from his kisses as her head rocked back.

Wanting to confront him but still intrigued, Wanda allowed the small moment of fervor to insinuate as he kissed her. After a while, she let go of her spoon and turned in his arms ready to interfere with words, but his lips locked with hers before she'd had the chance.

The intensity was willing for Wanda, but she knew it couldn't keep carrying out this way.

She gently pulled away. "Cosmo, we need to talk."

He knew what she meant, still, he played his little game.

"Oh, there's plenty I wanna say to you.." he said in holding her face once more and leaning in.

"Sweetie." Wanda broke from his grasp gently and edged her way out from being pressed against the counter. Coming forth to his side as she crossed her arms carefully and looked at him.

"Too tired?" Cosmo ventured. Fair enough, they had barely given themselves a break.

"Of this attitude, yes." She said a little more firmly. Cosmo blinked in staring at her. Instead of responding, he moved to the refrigerator to his far right. Wanda arched her brow, wondering if he was listening at all as he opened the fridge door and leaned down to dig a hand inside.

"Okay, we can rent a movie." He said, closing the fridge with a milk carton in-hand. He proceeded to float back around the island as he twisted the cap off. "Probably won't end up watching it anyway. Again."

Wanda watched him from beyond the counter as he took a swig of the milk directly from the carton. A habit of his she disliked lately, but that was not the point of focus right now.

"You won't have to bother. I won't be agreeing to our little games tonight."

He swallowed the milk in staring at her. "Do you have a problem with me or something?"

Wanda's jaw dropped. Was he kidding?

"Do I have a problem with you?"

"Duh, yeah?"

Wanda slapped her arms to her sides. "Cosmo, you wanna tell me why you disappeared on me for nearly three days without calling me, came home only to continue and not tell me what the heck happened at your mother's, and avoid it ever since?"

He forcefully lowered the carton. "Didn't realize making love was so shocking.."

"This isn't about that." Wanda snapped. She paused. "I mean, partially. If one of the only reasons from it is because you're trying to avoid the subject."

"I missed you! Is it not allowed?" Cosmo defended.

"The first few times it was obvious! Now you're actually trying to use it to keep me from questioning you! Do you realize how ridiculous that is?" Wanda said. "Cosmo, I was worried sick about you! You cannot faze me out like this."

"Maybe I'm not ready." Her husband deflected, still trying to avoid it however he may.

"Maybe you're just too scared," Wanda said. She then held her hands to her chest. "Sweetie, it's me. When have you ever been scared to open up to me about anything?"

She was on his tail. Cosmo just couldn't keep down his fear that he may have been the wrong kind of man this whole time for both her and everyone else in his life. And as long as the reminder of Wanda in his dream still rang in his mind, he couldn't trust that goofball-Cosmo to keep it from happening like all other aspects of his dream that had already.

"Cosmo, stop staring at me like a brick wall and tell me!"

He stood frozen with the milk carton in hand.

"You clearly don't want to confront anything. And the only other way to pass those reliefs is by kissing my neck whenever you can!"

Her husband was still soundless and it was breaking her heart more and more by the mere minute.

"Please," Wanda clasped her hands together. "I am begging you. Tell me.."

Cosmo almost looked wanting to tell her. But the blankness in his face was still prominent, and Wanda didn't know how long she'd be able to keep up with it.

"I'll go rent the movie." He simply said, before floating through the hallway to the living room across.

With her husband gone again, Wanda contemplated for the hundredth time if she should tell him what she found out about his father already. If it would get him to say something. Her research hadn't stopped at the library, as she'd tried to search up on H.P. and godparenting foraging as much as she could from her computer at home. The name Calico coming up very little, but still coming up if she searched hard enough. Something that was probably the right thing to tell Cosmo since the library.

But for some reason, she chose not to.

On the steps of the public library, Belinda removed her shades and kissed her teeth bitterly in looking at the streets of this so-called Fairy World.

A glittery, powered-pink dump to put it. Oh, she'd accompanied some pixies on business trips here before working for H.P., but it had always been directly to a business office. A place where the fairies had the decency of keeping it a professional environment. The streets though, she needed an aspirin just looking at it. She could feel an oncoming headache from all the color. And to think the fairies were so powerfully inclined with the earth and other races with all this playfulness.

She left the grey van publicly parked with her two coworkers inside, floating up the steps as she approached the grand library doors. The signal in which the program was opened led back to here, and if it turned out to be a mistake, she'd be shocked. The program was too heavy set for a mistake, but it was also peculiar for it to be opened on a public computer. They specifically implemented a security location bug on the program so that it could trace back to its recent use. Calico, of course, originally debugged this when using it on his own computer somehow.

Belinda entered through the doors and hooked the shades onto her blazer pocket, straightening it in formation before she floated down the vast room. Passing by fairies in their desks who looked up from their readings to stare in silent shock at the pixie who passed. Some exchanging whispers though Belinda didn't give them any glance. Maybe if there wasn't a dispute between H.P.'s team and practically all of Fairy World right now, her presence would be less of a big deal. Any pixie could show up in Fairy World and no one would know if they were associated with H.P. or not. It certainly didn't stop Belinda either way however.

Coming forth to the librarian's desk, she stopped before the fairy who had her back turned, sorting through a book cart.

"Good day," the pixie spoke.

Tink turned with a book in hand, her features turning vague at the sight of a pixie before her desk.

"Morning," she murmured.

"Do you use TCI databases in your systems, here?" Belinda got straight to the point.

Tink clutched her book awkwardly. "You're the second to ask that this week, heh."

"Do you carry the database, ma'am?" Belinda again asked.

The librarian nodded in nervousness, trying not to eye the other fairies in the library that looked at the two conversing. "We sure do, only on our older computers though. Would you like me to show you one?"

"That's won't be necessary," Belinda held a hand up in dismissal while reaching the other into her jacket to pull out her pixie phone. Tink stiffened in fright as did some other fairies nearby. But Belinda simply began to press keys on her phone in marking something down or another. Focused on her phone as Tink looked around unsurely and simply sat back down in her seat and began to open the book she had taken from the cart. Trying to read the context though she couldn't ignore the pixie still being present in her library even if she tried.

"The resident who used that program recently," Belinda spoke. Tink looked up warily, upset that the pixie had not been finished. Belinda slipped her phone back into her jacket.

"Yes?" Tink asked.

Belinda looked at the fairy, mentally scoffing. Were fairies all slow? "A name, perhaps?"

"What exactly is it you need, ma'am?" Tink asked, being a little more forward. Some of the fairies nearby exchanged looks.

A satisfied smile etched across Belinda's lips. "I'd like to know the name of the last person who had used your TCI program here."

"I'm sorry," Tink refused. "But that's private."

"Why, are they associated with an operative service?"

"No, I just don't give out personal information of my members to strangers," Tink retorted. "Perhaps you're used to that in Pixie's Inc, but not here."

Silent inhales of worry hummed over the fairies nearby. Belinda continued to look at Tink.

"A name would do, and no more." Belinda simply said.

"That's still private information," Tink closed her book and tightened her hands against it in a fist hold. "I'm sorry."

Too bad Belinda had stumbled upon a stubborn fairy, but there was no other choice at this point. Being a part of H.P.'s team meant taking drastic measures if necessary, and Belinda was definitely one who knew how to pull out stops in a conversation.

She edged closer to the desk, speaking in a low voice.

"Miss, I won't have to make this harder if you simply give me a name."

"You're in my library, how could you make this harder?"

"Extensive research," Belinda suggested. "Give me a day and I'm sure I could find something that implies poor treatment towards staff or members here. Or anything that defies the library code of conduct that I could hold against you."

"There's a reason my library is so successful, and it's certainly not because of mistreatment." Tink said. "You could research all you want, nothing will be found."

"And what about the van outside with my two co-workers?" Belinda said. "Ones who are the more burly type."

"You're going to blackmail me by force?"

"No, but we'll gladly bring you in with permission from local fairy authorities," the pixie said, continuing to keep the conversation unheard by other fairies.

"You'll arrest me under pixie law? I haven't done anything."

Belinda paused to see if the fairy would say otherwise, but again she admitted nothing. Belinda took out her phone once more and pulled up certain information before showing the screen to Tink. One look at it, and the librarian stiffened in fright.

"Look, that was before I was a librarian-"

"That does not change anything. You've been in contract with H.P., and you did not keep your half of the bargain." Belinda lowered the phone. "And these deals do not have an expiration date until completed."

Tink's eyes trembled in fear, looking around her quickly and diverting her gaze to her book to avoid any suspicion.

"But a name," Belinda said. "And your debt will be wiped clean."

Tink looked up in nervousness.

"That is a deal I can promise," Belinda assured.

The librarian scowled lowly. "Where's your heart.."

"It's not personal, ma'am." The pixie said. "It's just business."

Tink lowered her eyes again, unable to look at the pixie as she uttered in shamefulness;

"Wanda Fairywinkle.."

Belinda typed the name down, before folding her hands behind her back and giving a nod.

"Have a pleasant day, ma'am."

"Cosmo?" Wanda entered their bedroom that night, looking for her husband. They'd been watching the movie, in quite an awkward silence, before Cosmo said he'd be right back and got up and left from the living room. 'Be right back' turned out to be disappearing for the remainder of the movie. Wanda figured there was no point in following him if he was just going to stare at her with nothing to say.

She'd come to simply inform him that she was gonna go to bed, but he hadn't been anywhere around the house. For a moment, she'd worried he may have run off again, but seeing the open window of their bedroom made her realize where he was.

In their two-story house bellow the main roof, they had a lean-to roof right between the first and second floor that aligned with Cosmo and Wanda's bedroom. Although not meant for it, it was the perfect little sitting place for clearing their heads or feeling peace under the night sky since they bought the place. Wanda smiled in knowing that at least Cosmo still went by some of their little formalities.

She approached the open window, pushing back the lightly flowing drapes from the night's breeze, and poked her head out. Cosmo sat in their usual spot, his knees curled to his chest and his gaze high to the stars and moon. Dressed in his pajama bottoms and sweater as he hadn't worn much of anything else for days. Judging by when he left during the movie, he'd been here no less than half an hour already. Wanda stayed situated in the window, wondering if she should just turn around and go to bed. It's not like Cosmo had changed his mind in the past few hours to suddenly tell her the truth. But, all she'd been doing is asking him and begging him to say it.

Wanda sighed, as she knew her begging was meaningless at this point. Cosmo would have to come around as much as he did when returning home. And as much as she hated it, she'd have to wait.

Cosmo had slightly lowered his gaze from the sky in knowing his wife's presence behind him. He didn't acknowledge it though and allowed her to decide what move she wanted to pull. Because Cosmo was very much content where he was and wouldn't budge any time soon. With this obvious signal made between them, Wanda lifted herself out of the window and floated down the panels of the roof. She sat silently next to her husband.

It stayed solemn between them for a good minute. But because they were magnets to one another, they'd eventually began to scoot closer and met in the middle. Their arms entangled tightly but assuringly around one another. Cosmo himself was exhausted enough already from going back and forth from feeling empty, and scared, and sad, that he couldn't help but lower his head to his wife's shoulder and close his eyes.

Wanda caressed the softness of his hair, staring out into the world as she pondered. She couldn't begin to ask him what happened again now, not when they finally had a moment of better peace between one another. But, that didn't mean she couldn't say anything at all.

"When the hummingbird shouted far for its fellow bird," Wanda started softly. Cosmo's eyes tiredly opened against her shoulder. "But his cry was not heard, that's when the sparrow chose to offer a wing. The hummingbird shouted in protest; 'We're not one of the same', to which the sparrow responded; 'No bird is an island. Let me help you now and one wing of ours will be the same. I will always be here.'"

A little blurb from a chronicle Wanda had told some of their past godchildren when soothing their troubles. And while Cosmo was no child, he still lifted his head and looked to his wife with a familiar glow in his eyes from the heavenly calmness of her voice. Perfection, even. He gradually laced his fingers with hers and smiled gently. The first real smile he'd probably offered since he got home. Wanda mirrored his gaze with tired eyes. Though his smile died out soon after as he lowered his gaze, it was something.

"Did you really spend the whole time looking for me...?" Cosmo mumbled.

No. And she wanted to say it. She wanted to say everything she'd discovered on Calico so bad but the words always got caught in her throat and never traveled further from there. She hadn't stopped worrying about Cosmo the minute he'd set off to go confront his mother. Not even when he got home had she felt relieved because he just wasn't himself. And to bring further information about his father now, Wanda worried about turning this bad effect on Cosmo into a new reality if she admitted it.

"I really did.." Wanda agreed quietly. Hearing him sound somewhat like himself, she took the shot. "Can you tell me..?"

Her hopes were so high, they were rocketing in the chance that Cosmo may finally give an honest answer to his disappearance and rid Wanda of feeling so guilty and helpless towards her husband. That he may stop hurting himself and be reminded how wonderful he was, Calico or not.

"No."

And her hopes immediately shattered.

Wanda sat still in disbelief, and with no other purpose left, let go of Cosmo's hands. She carefully rose from her spot, leaving for the open window with Cosmo watching her off as she mumbled bitterly.

"Who even are you..."

To be continued...

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I hope you liked the little blurb I made up. Most of it is original, but the 'no bird is an island' comes from John Donne's 'No Man is an Island'.