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Chapter Six: I Know What You Did Last Night
The house was dead, except for Cosmo's weeping. Shadows played in the windows, darting here and there. The Other had shut off the lights, and Cosmo sat in the dark, Wanda's head in his lap.
She stirred, murmuring softly nothing he could make out. Her eyes fluttered, struggling to figure out why the world she had just left, and this world, were both in darkness.
"Wanda!" Cosmo cried joyously, bouncing up and down, much to her discomfort. She wound up falling off his lap, on to the floor.
"You're awake!"
"I had the worst nightmare- Timmy's parents were murdered by a sinister force controlling Timmy and he stole our powers, while our powers were being taken, he threw a book at me, and I fell down the stairs," Wanda groaned
Cosmo stared. For once, he was in the loop.
"Well…" His eyes got big and watery.
"Actually…"
"Oh. It would have been much nicer had it remained a dream," Wanda mused, and felt the back of her head, which was matted with blood.
Upstairs, they could hear The Other pacing, his feet practically wearing holes in Timmy's floor. Once in a while, he'd mutter something, there'd be an accompanying boom, and the whole process would repeat itself. A flick of red flashed in front of their eyes and The Other let out a shriek that shattered a few windows.
Wanda, still staring at the ceiling (which was Timmy's floor), picked herself up and sat next to Cosmo on the couch. She had the sneakiest suspicion The Other was listening in one them, and decided to take the necessary precautions.
((Cosmo-))
((YAY! YOU'RE SPEAKING IN THOUGHT SPEECH!)) Cosmo yelled telepathically and snuggled up against her.
Wanda clutched her head. Although mind speech was very intimate and even a whisper could be picked up, Cosmo had a tendency to shout, making Wanda's head feel like a very badly tuned orchestra played in her head. She appreciated his enthusiasm, but her head still ached from the concussion.
((Calm down, pumpkin,)) Wanda responded, a bit of her irritation seeping through. It was impossible to hide any emotions in thoughts, which was why the power was reserved for true love. If you're not truly in love with someone, would you really want them in your head? However, since thought speech was so much more intimate than sex, because you were mind to mind and there were no secrets, they couldn't disguise the slightest slip of mood.
Cosmo froze and she could feel misery slipping in again. This was why she had to be careful, even in thoughts. He was super sensitive to these things.
((Sorry, sweetie. My head still hurts you dropped me on the floor! and I'm anxious for Timmy. What's going on with him?))
((I don't know.)) Cosmo's worry lined his speech and Wanda bit her lip. When you've been married as long as they have, emotions bleed over in mind to mind. As though Wanda wasn't worried already over her godson, she now had to deal with Cosmo as well. If you weren't used to it, it could drive you mad.
((Cheese!)) Cosmo cried, as the smell of a noxious burning liquid filled their nostrils.
((No, actually, that's-))
Timmy's dresser suddenly fell through and landed a few inches to Wanda's left. A bright orange slime dripped on the edges of the hole, burning in the wood.
"Shit!" The Other screamed and Cosmo and Wanda covered their ears.
"What the fuck did I do?" The Other snapped and stuck his head in the gap. Unfortunately, the ceiling continued to erode and he fell on the dresser, head first. He howled as the acid peeled away the skin on his forehead.
Had Cosmo not been terrified of The Other, he'd be on the floor, rolling with laughter. Wanda could hear his laughter in hishead and she suppressed a smile. Here, The Other was an absolute dictator, but, in this moment, he was darting about, engulfed in flames.
He paused, uttering a soft scream. "What are you two staring at?" Flames licked at his hair gel, meeting it with a hiss.
((A fool.)) Wandasent to Cosmo, whose only reaction was absolute mirth. What was so amazing about this was his face, composed so seriously. Were Wanda not a bit more than frightened, Cosmo was enough to get her going.
The Other blushed, only a little darker than the flames surrounding him. He hadn't been waiting for a response, anyway. Particularly out of that bitch.
"I, uh, am to take Timmy's parents' room. It's bigger, anyway."
He stomped up the stairs, throwing a silent tantrum. The flames died, leaving ash on his hair and his clothing. Everything was badly singed, but nothing more so than his eyebrows, barely there.
((I bet that gigantic gap might've changed his mind!)) Cosmo sent with mirth.
They smirked at this, but dashed into the kitchen when the rest of his floor caved in. Despite the dust choking their lungs, they grinned from ear to ear.
((Trapped in his own foolishness,)) Wanda sent with satisfaction, having problems walking to the chair. Her legs didn't want to float.
((Wonder what he's planning up there, though)), She continued, but Cosmo grabbed a humungous block of Swiss cheese out of the fridge and began chomping down.
If Wanda thought it was hard to get Cosmo's attention under normal circumstances, while he ate cheese, it was nearly impossible. Even if she verbalized her thoughts, instead of just sending as is, he'd still be oblivious.
Another boom came and it only took a few seconds for them to realize the kitchen was directly below Mr. and Mrs. Turner's room. Hopefully, there'd be no more ceiling cave-ins, otherwise, they'd be forced to share a floor with The Other, a rather unpleasant prospect.
((I heard you.)) Cosmoreplied after a few minutes in silence.
((I just don't know. You're the smart one in the family. You're the one who actually studied in the fairy academy. They only passed me because they really didn't want to keep me in there longer than they had to.))
Wanda smiled, recalling the three-headed dragon Cosmo had a fondness for, torturing cadets and marines alike. The flame broiled doors and giant thundering steps, she knew she would never forget. Especially striking was Jorgen trying to force a destruction bent dragon to disappear "from whence it came". It did, but not before wholly demolishing the academy.
Cosmo put down his cheese and gazed across the table at Wanda. He rested his head on his palms and his mind was blank.
((What happened while I was out?))
Instead of telling her, Cosmo showed her his memories, including his feelings as they happened. The result was a whirlwind of information, and Wanda took a few minutes to recover.
Once she had, they talked long into the night, until the booms ceased and The Other was safely, they surmised, asleep. There were theories about Vicky, Cal, and how to get Timmy back. Little did they know that the key to his salvation lived a few doors down, in the same house as his arch-enemy.
She was asleep, untroubled. Vicky had left her alone and actually had been kind for once- Tootie's arms wrapped about a Crimson Chin action figure, with one thousand"Ihate Vicky"actionphrases, which Vicky hadn't torched (like she'd said), but simply hidden in the gas tank of her car. Greatly excited over her first date (Vicky scared human boys something fierce), she had pulled it out of the tank, dripping wet, and threw it on Tootie's bed. Whistling on the way to her room, it took Tootie a full ten minutes to discover that her sister had a somewhat sweeter side. (If you could call taking something that clearly belonged to someone else and then returning it dripping in gasoline 'sweet').Little did she know, as Cosmo and Wanda fell asleep, arms around each other, that the end was near.
