Author's Note: This is going to be a fairly lengthy author's note, so bear with me.

18 years ago or thereabouts, I wrote the first part to The Other Saga. I then went on to write parts 2-4. They were the first stories I published on this site and I was/am somewhat proud of them. I say somewhat because I have changed and evolved as an author in the 18 years since I penned the first part. As a result, I'm finding my earlier work cringe-worthy. Very cringeworthy, to tell the truth.

That brings us to today. One of my National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo projects is rewriting TOS P1. I never finished rewriting P2, so that may end up being part of it as well, seeing as I doubt rewriting P1 will take all month.

As I've said, things have changed a great deal since I first wrote TOS. For one thing, Nega-Timmy is a thing, though not one I often acknowledge for reasons I won't elaborate on here. For another, Chloe, Sparky, and Poof are also things. They are, however, not things that are canon in this piece (Nega Timmy gets a nod, but he is also not technically canon here). Since this predates them and because it would almost impossible to incorporate them and have a coherent piece, they do not exist. They never existed. For some of you, this may be a relief. They are complications.

I will probably be updating this fairly frequently throughout November. I know I have to work on Straight Through Redux and I promise you, I will get to that. Happy Halloween!


From the very beginning, faeries have been designated as good or evil, faerie or anti-faerie. Therefore, even with a wish as fleeting as Timmy Turner's, there should have been a corresponding anti-faerie. The yin to his yang. There wasn't. Or, rather, no one was aware of one.

This was not entirely Fairy World's fault. After all, other faeries beyond Cosmo and Wanda existed in the world and other children besides Timmy Turner could, to use the vernacular, "royally fuck shit up". Cosmo and Wanda's Hall of Infamous Godchildren would have put paid to that theory. At any given moment, a child could be wishing for something stupid or risky. The bigger the wish, the bigger the consequences. Minor wishes, such as Timmy's wish to become a faerie, fell by the wayside. Fairy World took no more notice of it than Mama Cosma had of Cosmo not returning with the milk. Therefore, Fairy World made a grievous error. They forgot to note Timmy's wish. As a result, they missed the tell-tale signs things were about to go amiss.

In the past, faeries and godchildren departed, sometimes happily, sometimes not, at the age of thirteen. Later, that limit had been raised to eighteen by the powers that be, perhaps because the turbulent teenage years required finesse. Or perhaps because a certain someone didn't believe in the idea of continuity. Whatever the case, when the rule was changed, a dark menacing figure within Timmy Turner took note of it.

Timmy's anti-faerie, still stuck within Timmy's body, seethed at his impotence. He, along with Gary, were stuck within Timmy's mind. He, along with Gary, had plans for escape. The Other could bide his time until Timmy's twelfth birthday, however. It was the least he could do before causing his mayhem.

The Other was, of course, aware of his imitators. He knew of Nega Timmy, though he thought little of him. Nega Timmy would never have the audacity to pull the kind of stuff The Other dreamed of.

While The Other incubated, he constructed a name for himself, albeit one purloined from history. Lorenzo de Medici, a famous Italian, sounded good enough for The Other. Naturally, because Timmy hadn't paid enough attention in school to remember more than the name, Lorenzo also had no real idea of the significance of his name.

Lorenzo had great plans for Timmy Turner. As an anti-faerie trapped within Timmy's mind, he had limited power. He didn't anticipate this changing any time soon, even after he won freedom. Therefore, he made contingency plans. Cosmo and Wanda had power. He wanted it. He wanted in particular to punish Cosmo and Wanda for shunting him into Timmy's mind and also bore Timmy's resentment from the wish that had produced him. Unlike Timmy, The Other bore no love for his faerie godparents and loathed them, in particular Wanda for being the brains of the operation. The Other was not overly fond of women, it must be said, considering his opinion on Vicky, Wanda, and Timmy's mother.

None of this, however, was known to our happy little faerie family. Cosmo and Wanda were preparing for Timmy's twelfth birthday by asking Jorgen for another Fairyversary muffin, though they didn't hold out much hope of getting one. For whatever reason, Jorgen had been distracted lately. (To be fair, someone had recently caused the Eiffel Tower to collapse. This might've been slightly more compelling than Cosmo and Wanda's pleas).

Lorenzo, too, made his plans for Timmy's twelfth birthday, when all hell would break loose.

Timmy Turner and Lorenzo de Medici were looking forward to June 18th for vastly different reasons. Timmy had no idea his life was about to change for the worse. Had he known, he would've taken steps to avoid it. Had he kept it in the forefront of his mind, of course. With someone with ADHD, this was easier said than done.


Timmy Turner was excited for his birthday. For one thing, his parents had promised to take him out to a Generic Korean Superstars, also known as GKS. (Not to be confused with BTS). Timmy wasn't that into it, but Trixie Tang had bragged that she had exclusive tickets. He was hoping to run into her.

Of course, that was provided his parents weren't lame and didn't pull out of their agreement, as they'd done before. They'd promised him repeatedly that they wouldn't, but their promises didn't always hold up. Timmy was trying to be positive, though. He knew there was a good chance his parents would dump him with Vicky instead of taking him to the concert, but he wasn't thinking about that.

Hope springs eternal. Timmy bounced around his bedroom and told Cosmo and Wanda, who had already heard this ad nauseam, about Trixie's favorite songs. He was hyperactive right now, perhaps because he'd eaten too much candy in preparation. He'd found an old Halloween stash and was gorging himself on it, despite Wanda's admonishments, both about the sheer amount of sugar he was ingesting and the possible staleness of the candy.

"Sport, you've already told us about this," Wanda said, weary.

"I already forgot!" Cosmo said. "Tell me again!"

Something within Timmy flashed with irritation at Wanda's attitude. She'd been on his case all day and he was sick of it. What the hell was her problem?

"What do you want to talk about, then?" he snapped at Wanda, who was taken aback by Timmy's retort.

"I just don't want you to get your hopes up like you did last year," Wanda warned. "When your parents suddenly had a surfing office conference and dumped you with Vicky."

Sadly, "dumped" was the right word. Timmy was still peeved at Wanda, though. He glowered at her.

"They won't," he snapped. "And no one asked you, either."

"You literally just did," Cosmo said, nonplussed.

"Hon, I know you're worried, but you don't have to take it out on me," Wanda said. Normally, this was the point where Timmy would apologize, but that force within him resisted. It said that Wanda was being a nag, a nuisance, on purpose, and he didn't want to deal with her. She could be such a bitch.

Timmy blinked, doing a doubletake. Those weren't his words. He'd never call her that. His reaction was strong enough to break that strange hold on him and he winced, chagrined.

"I'm sorry, Wanda," he said, swallowing back the nasty words that wanted to erupt. "I don't know what came over me."

"Hon, are you feeling okay?" Wanda said and put a hand on his forehead. "You've been in a bad mood on and off all day."

"I feel weird," he admitted. "Kinda like someone else is pulling the strings."

Wanda and Cosmo exchanged a look Timmy couldn't interpret.

"How long have you felt like this, sport?" Wanda asked gently, looking worried. He didn't know why she was so worried, although this didn't irritate him. Instead, it left him uneasy, like she was onto something. He averted his gaze to avoid eye contact with his godmother.

"I don't know," he said. "A couple months, I guess."

He frowned. "Maybe it has to do with Gary."

Wanda frowned back; he could see her expression out of the corner of his eyes. "I'm not so sure about that."

"What else could it be?" Timmy said.

"I don't know," Wanda admitted. "That's what worries me."

"You could always be like me and never worry about anything, ever," Cosmo offered and grinned at his wife. "Hakuna Rattata!"

Timmy was pretty sure that wasn't how the saying went, but he wasn't about to contradict Cosmo. It'd only confuse him. Besides, Wanda wasn't convinced. Instead, her frown deepened and she cupped her chin in her palm.

"No, something is definitely going on, but I can't tell what," she said. "Something has been different."

Timmy wanted to offer a glib response, but he remained uneasy. He thought she was onto something and while he was unnerved by it, another part of him was enraged. And despite what he'd said earlier, he didn't think it was Gary. The problem was that if it wasn't Gary, then it had to be someone else. If that was the case, then he was at a loss to explain who.

"Maybe it's because the old deadline is coming up?" Cosmo suggested. "You know, back when Fairy World used to make us leave our godkids around thirteen. Man, am I ever glad they changed that rule."

"No, that's not it," Wanda said, shaking her head. "I don't know what it is."

"Better figure it out fast, frach," Timmy spat, feeling something else taking control of him. For a few seconds, his eyes glowed and he appeared older than he was. He resembled a man in his early twenties, albeit with the same outfit and buckteeth. The illusion faded after a minute and Timmy blinked, perturbed.

"What's a frach?" he asked.

"It's a derogatory term for a faerie godmother," Wanda said, her voice tight. "Where did you hear that?"

"I don't know..." Timmy said. "I've never heard of it before. I don't even feel like I'm the one who said it."

Cosmo and Wanda exchanged another one of those uncomfortable looks. Timmy wished they'd tell him what was going on. He didn't like being left out of the loop. Also, for the first time, he became aware of a buzz in the air, particularly when their eyes glazed over for a few seconds.

"Uh, what are you guys doing?" Timmy asked.

"We're talking in telepathy," Cosmo said, as if this should've been obvious. "Duh. Don't tell me you haven't noticed before."

"No?" Timmy said, baffled.

"You shouldn't have noticed in the first place," Wanda said, disconcerted. "Humans aren't supposed to be able to sense telepathy, much less feel or hear it."

So that was another secret she was keeping from him. They were both keeping it from him. Incensed, Timmy glared. They thought they were so much better than him, but he'd show them. He'd show them all who he really was.

Then they'd be sorry, especially the frach. She'd be the sorriest of all once he was done with her.