Disclaimer: Do I have to? I DON'T OWN FAIRLY ODDPARENTS.
Epilogue
Timmy sat in his tree house, Tootie at his side and Cosmo and Wanda floating above them. They looked out at the street, watching the kids on the block play baseball. These kids were worry free, and they hadn't been involved in a life or death situation. Their parents were at home or work and they'd see them in a few hours, at the latest.
"He isn't gone, is he?" Timmy inquired, watching a curly blond boy hit the whiffle ball off a plastic stand and onto his parents' car's roof. Tootie clutched his arm, silently giving him comfort.
"No," Wanda said, looking at her godson with concern.
"He isn't. We lacked the power to kill him. He'll be back, as soon as he regains his memory."
"And then?" Tootie said, watching someone board up her old house. It turns out her parents' disappearance was orchestrated by The Other, and their bodies had yet to be found. Vicky lacked the money to pay the bank, and they foreclosed.
"And then, we'll deal with him," Cal said, remaining as her hair bow.
"Are you going to stay?" Timmy asked, turning to Tootie. After they'd lost the house, Cosmo and Wanda asked if maybe they'd stay at his. Vicky was blatantly against it, but Tootie was for it. Vicky would cave in eventually. Most of her spirit died a month ago, on that date.
"I think so, yeah." She grinned.
"Could I stay in your room?"
"No!"
Wanda chuckled.
"I don't think he's ready for that yet. Don't move so fast."
"Yeah, you need the right music and the right mood…" Cosmo added.
Wanda kicked him swiftly. Quiet, you.
Timmy's mind was on other things.
"If he returns, will he able to kill me?"
Tootie squeezed his hand. ((Sweetie…))
"No. That was part of the spell. You're bonded together, for good or for worse. If he kills you, he dies himself. I doubt he'll be pleased when he finds out."
"You can kill him, though," Cosmo said, and Wanda glared at him.
((Don't encourage him.))
((I'm just saying...))
((You're always 'just saying'!))
"Guys? I'm not going to kill him."
"Only you can," Wanda said, nudging Cosmo with her hand.
"Yeah, no one else can. He was, he was… Why can't anyone else kill him?" Cosmo asked, looking at Wanda.
"Because he was born of Timmy. Only Timmy can kill that part of himself. The Other can't kill Timmy, since he's his sire. He depends on Timmy for existence, even if he is separate." Wanda said, watching the child break his parent's car window and set off the car alarm. His sibling, a gangly thirteen year old with long, black hair, bolted, leaving his brother to bawl his eyes out.
"Oh." Cosmo, Tootie, and Timmy said in unison, as Tootie wished the window was fixed.
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Vicky sat on Timmy's front step, watching the melodrama unfold, sipping a Cherry Coke. She wanted nothing to do with Timmy and company, but it looked like there was no choice. Homeless and penniless, since she'd spent all her money on "girly things", it was either live or here on the street. Needless to say, she didn't staying in a house which had such mixed memories, but Wanda was right. If The Other did return, she'd be high on his hit list.
They'd offered her the basement, since one could live in it alone, and rarely come up. It had everything once they'd fixed it up to her liking. There was now a bathroom, a self-replenishing refrigerator, a bed, a table and chairs, a TV with satellite, a computer hooked up with a broadband connection, and anything else she needed, all she had to was ask. What she had gone through took a lot of time to get over and they could give her the time to recover and the chance to live without seeing anyone else. An entrance had even been carved out, so Vicky could leave the house by herself
No rent, either. Wanda knew that, when the time came, she'd go out, and then, maybe they'd talk about room and board, but she wasn't pushing her. No one was pushing her, least of all Timmy. After the exorcism, he'd avoided her like the plague.
During the exorcism, there'd be a transfer of memories and Timmy recalled the date with crystal clarity, as it'd been among The Other's favorites. He couldn't bring himself to talk to her or even to look at her. Vicky had the feeling he regarded her with a certain repugnance, from the date and before. All she could see was pity and a resignation to fate.
Of all the possible things to happen this summer, I never thought I'd ever feel sorry for Turner.
She smiled weakly and glanced up at the tree house for a few seconds.
I wish I'd never gotten involved. But, as usual, my wishes don't count.
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A.J. and Chester wheeled up Timmy's driveway and flinched when they saw Vicky. After the funeral, they'd made it a point to see Timmy once a day, just to check up on him. Even though they knew Tootie and Vicky lived there now, it still ran shivers down their spines when they saw her hanging about the house. Her reign of terror was over, but she struck fear in the hearts of many- the old Vicky would have been proud.
This Vicky, however, briefly looked at them, and, her eyes full of pain, left the step and returned to her solitude, the basement. She had no desire to talk to anyone and she'd only utter a few words if she was forced to. A.J. and Chester, once prime targets, barely registered now. Nothing really registered anymore…
"Timmy!" A.J. called in the direction of the tree house, where he could see his legs dangling.
"Yo!" Chester yelled and dropped his bike on the asphalt. A.J. did the same.
They dashed up the steps and the fairies poofed themselves into Timmy's fish bowl, to just watch, a rather nice feeling.
"What's with the girl?" Chester motioned toward Tootie.
"I thought we agreed, no girls in the tree house!" A.J. said.
"Especially not her!"
"Aw, guys. She's not really a girl."
"Hey! Yes, I am!"
They continued to argue as the three fairy godparents laughed and laughed.
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The sun set, in glorious pink, orange, and red as they watched. Chester and A.J. had since left to eat dinner. As soon as they left, Tootie, who had been temporarily booted from the fort, returned, a little angry at being put after his friends. Still, the sunset was romantic, and she forgave him.
"Guys?" Timmy said.
"Yeah?" Cosmo said.
"What is it, sport?"
"Do you want to stay here, in the tree house? Instead of, you know, in the bowl? There's more privacy here and…"
They could hardly contain their joy. The tree house was bigger than their castle, and they could decorate it lavishly, and do what they wanted in it, out of Timmy's earshot. This was like a dream come true!
Wanda kissed Timmy on the cheek, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Cosmo did little cartwheels in midair. "Yay!"
((You've really made them happy.)) Tootie thought.
((Yeah.)) Timmy thought but his elevated mood dropped. After The Other had gone, he had time to face the truth and mourn his parents. Without any distractions, he had to deal with the fact that nothing could bring them back or reverse the past events.
He fled the tree house, not wanting them to see his tears, and ran up into his room.
Cosmo and Wanda, who were in the midst of making confetti rain, and watched him.
((It takes time.))
((Yes, it does.))
End Part One.
