Disclaimer: I don't own FOP and never will. I do own, for what it's worth, The Other.

Chapter Ten: Redemption

Lights out in a distant town. The Other took it in and breathed a sigh of relief. A week of planning, a week of preparation, and many sleepless nights brought him to this. The end of Timmy Turner.

Soon, after another massive stroke of energy, given to him by his "lovely" Vicky, Timmy would be no more, leaving him a body ripe for the taking. After this, there was no need for Vicky or her little snot-nosed sister, Tootie. Cosmo and Wanda, on the other hand, with their limitless magic, were a different story.

He knelt down at the pentagram, lovingly chalked by his own hands. Once he stood there with Vicky's blood running, the massive amount of energy released would funnel itself into pliers and tear Timmy's soul from him, smashing it to pieces. Ah, how he looked forward to their screams of agony, especially the fairies. With their godchild dead, they would become aimless drifters, working for him until he granted them sweet release from life.

((What an ego he has!)) Wanda thought with a snort, watching him, disguised as a table. The only light was candle light, and she was far removed from the pentagram in the center of the basement.

((To think, he forgot us! )) Cosmo thought mirthfully, a vase on top of her table.

((I wonder why he thought we'd just stand around and let him kill our godchild?)) Wanda responded, smiling up at the top of his vase.

((Super villains always have such egos.)) Cosmo retorted. ((What were Vicky and Tootie's signals again?))

((When Timmy stomps on the floor. The Other doesn't really want Tootie there, though. Somehow, he's figured her to be the tool in his destruction.))

Cosmo fell silent, but they shared emotions. Both were extremely nervous, neither was quite certain of the actual outcome of the spell. What if they screwed up and Timmy died? What if The Other found out and killed Tootie, the key to activation of the exorcism? What if…?

The Other darted about, making final adjustments, tidying this and that. Finally, he stopped.

((Oh, Timmy? You can come out now. I'm going to give you a few minutes alone with your friends and family, since I'm such a good sport.))

Timmy rehearsed this scene since he knew about it. Cosmo and Wanda knew The Other wouldn't refuse last requests, except maybe for Timmy's life, and planned accordingly. What The Other thought was to be an absolute surprise was in fact scripted material. In one of the practice sessions, Timmy and Tootie discovered they could rummage The Other's mind, and discovered what exactly he was to do. Thus, there were to be no nasty surprises, at least on their end. No one could vouch for The Other.

((Oh, thank you!)) Timmy whispered to him, sounding eternally grateful. ((What have I done to deserve this?))

((Nothing, my poor deluded fool. Just go.))

Within a few seconds, Timmy returned and stomped on the floor. Tootie threw the door open and enveloped Timmy, both because she wanted to and because The Other was deaf and blind again. Cosmo and Wanda appeared in their normal forms, and awaited Vicky's entrance. When she appeared, Timmy would be released and everyone would assume their positions.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Tootie whispered in Timmy's ear, kissing his cheek.

((I don't want to lose you…))

"I'll be fine," Timmy whispered back.

((I hope.))

The sudden romance thing took some work, but, when Timmy and Tootie fell asleep in each other's arms, it became more comfortable. They weren't as used to each as say, Cosmo and Wanda were, but, it took some time. Besides, it was the only thing that made Vicky run screaming out of the room.

Vicky stood on the top step, looking down at all of them.

"I have to say, when this is over, I never want to see any of you ever again."

"That's okay," Timmy said with a grin, "we don't want to see you either. I never wanted to, any day, time, or place in my life."

Wanda wasn't as cocky as her godchild, nor was she was set against seeing Vicky again. Even if this spell worked, The Other, if he ever regained his memory, would want Vicky dead. The only way she could be fully protected was with them. She kept silent, since they needed no doubts now.

"You won't miss me?" Cosmo made a pouty face. 'Cuz I sure as hell won't miss you.

"NO!" Vicky said, quite emphatic.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Not even-"

"Cosmo!" Wanda snapped.

"We don't have time for this."

Cosmo's lower lip fell, but he wasn't sure if he was acting or not. She played it safe and squeezed his hand to reassure him.

He smiled and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God….

They moved into their various positions around the pentagram, all but Tootie, who clutched Timmy like he was a lifeline and she on a sinking ship.

"I love you. Don't you dare die on me," she murmured fiercely, and her thoughts elaborated.

((I love you with every cell of my body, I love you like the desert loves the rain, like…))

"Got it!" Timmy murmured back, embarrassed.

((No, no! You're supposed to say it back!)) Tootie drew back from him, still holding his right hand.

((I don't think I do.))

((Yes, you do. Just reach inside you and look.))

Timmy did, feeling exceedingly foolish, and discovered that he did. The thought scared him.

((Don't be scared. You'll see, you'll be fine.))

She kissed him on the mouth and he drew his arms around her. They remained like that for a while, neither wanting the moment to end. Alas, all good things must come to an end, and she disentangled herself him. The last conscious thought he had before The Other took over as this, ((I love you, Tootie.))

((I know.))

You're just saying that in case you die. She smiled maddeningly and retreated to the darkness.

The Other scratched his head, perplexed.

"What just happened? I had one of those blackout moments again, didn't I? What the fuck is wrong with me?"

It doesn't matter, anyway. As soon as that runt is dead, I'll stop losing control. I wonder how I keep getting knocked out like that, though.

"Well, my friends, it looks like it's time. The final curtain call. Say goodbye to Timmy Turner, he was a pushover, anyway.

"I'd love to address you all, but, alas, time is precious and such you will never recover. I trust you have bid adieu to your beloved friend and child, and are ready for the end."

"Of you!" Wanda snapped and appeared on the edge of the pentagram.

"Did you really think we'd stand by?" Cosmo materialized beside her, holding her hand.

"While you killed him?" Tootie stood at another edge, Vicky next to her.

"What's this? An uprising? How juvenile. Come here, my love," he called, his voice dripping with sarcasm, holding out a hand to Vicky. She gagged, but swallowed when she saw Wanda winking at her.

Vicky stumbled towards him, looking for the entire world she didn't want this. In truth, she didn't, but at least the fairies had fixed it so he couldn't hurt her.

"You think you can stop me?" The Other proclaimed.

"Delusions of grandeur!" He wrapped his arms around Vicky.

"Fool!"

"That's what you are," Wanda spat, Cosmo giving her the strength to take him on. She was no match, since his powers were derived from a different source from her, a darker one. Still, his anger would hinder his delivery of the spell, allowing them to add their own words without him noticing. This was all part of the plan.

"I should have killed you when I had the chance," The Other snapped, pulling on Vicky's hair.

((That's so immature.)) Wanda thought to Cosmo, but aloud, she retorted, her voice full of venom, "Yes, you should have."

If they hadn't expected it, that statement was enough to frighten them. It didn't scare The Other one bit, but it did make him cockier.

"Stupid bitch," he muttered and gazed down at Vicky.

Pride goeth before a fall, Wanda thought.

He took in her pitiful frame and began to disrobe her. His hands met a shield, but he couldn't see it. Whatever he thought he was doing to Vicky, it was only in his mind. Part of the requirement for his spell was the substantial discharge of energy, from sex, and that had been removed.

Aloud, as his mind removed her clothes, but Vicky remained fully clothed, he intoned, "Oh, Lord of Chaos, grant me this one wish."

Wanda, Cosmo, and Tootie whispered, "Le Roi, entendons-nous!"

"I wish to discard this fool's body and gain a proper one, my own."

"Donnons-nous la force…"

"I have been generous to you, Oh Lord of Chaos, and give you this sacrifice, Vicky, enemy of my enemy but not my friend…"

"casser il, et arreter-t-il…."

"Her blood pools at your feet, my adored love... "

"Il est fou, et souhaite tuer 'Timmy Turner'!"

"Please take my sacrifice and kill Timmy Turner!"

"Sauve-il, et envoye 'The Other' loin!"

There was a huge cloud of purple smoke and sound like a gunshot was heard. The smoke cleared and Timmy lay flat on the center of the pentagram. His silly pink was askew, but everything else looked to be in order.

Tootie rushed to him and smothered him with kisses.

"Timmy, Timmy…" she whispered, covering his face and neck with kisses.

((Oh, you're alive. You're alive! You're alive! I love you!))

((Oh, dear Lord. I take it back!)) Timmy thought as Tootie seemed to want to kiss him to death.

He moaned and glanced over at Cosmo and Wanda.

"Guess it worked, huh?"

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The Other lay, face down, in a cold Victorian mansion, somewhere far, far away. He didn't know who he was, how he came to, or what he was doing there. In time, he would recall, but, for now…

"Who am I?"

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AN: That speech Cosmo, Wanda, and Tootie gave during The Other's incantation was French. Here's what they said: "The King, hear us! Give us the strength to break him and to stop him. He is crazy and wishes to kill Timmy Turner. Save him (Timmy) and send The Other far away!" It would have been King of the Fairies, but I don't know that word and it's not in my French book.