Timmy sat there irritably, glancing up at the clock for the umpteenth time that day. There were exactly ten minutes and twelve seconds remaining- exactly four seconds less than the last time he had checked.

"Well, students, it was just great catching up with all of you, especially Turner." Mr. Crocker stopped in front of Timmy's desk. He looked exactly as Timmy remembered him: Tall, lanky, pale and fairy-obsessed.

"So… Turner… I've been meaning to ask you… How are things going with your FAIRIES!!!?" He demanded, spazzing out on the word 'fairies' like he always did.

Timmy glared back up at him. "For the last time, Crockpot, I DON'T HAVE FAIRY GODPARENTS!"

Mr. Crocker started to pace the floor. "Oh really? Now students, I'm sure you're all aware of this horrible disease that's sweeping our nation. The short Indian kid with the weird accent has been infirmed for this reason. Now, such a disease can't just appear without any sort of root, no. It HAS to be the work of… FAIRIES!"

BRIIIIIINNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!

"Well, class, there is the bell. Now leave me in peace to obsess in what some might call lunacy while I contemplate the sure existence of fairy godparents. GO ON! OUT!"

He didn't need to tell them twice. All at once, every eighth grader in the room burst out of that horrible place, almost panting from the cooped and 'germ-free' environment the school district tried hard to produce. In Timmy's hurry to leave, he bumped into Trixie.

"Sorry, Trixie. Really. I'm really, really sorry." Timmy paused. What was he apologizing for, anyway? 'I have to get this over with.'

He grabbed her hand and dragged her outside for a moment. "I've been meaning to talk to you, and… I realize that what happened the other night was-"

Trixie interrupted him. She started to cry, slowly at first, then uncontrollably. Timmy stared down at her, startled. "Woah! Hold on, I didn't mean-"

"I'm sorry, Timmy!" She exclaimed, as she struggled to stop sobbing. "It's…just… I should've listened more carefully to you when you told me about what happened. It's not your fault. I should've been more considerate. I mean, it's really your rotten babysitter's fault...."

Timmy smiled, for the first time in days. "That's ok, Trixie. Really."

"It was just… so rotten of me… to assume that you forgot! I know you wouldn't forget!"

Timmy tried hard to remember what guys in romance movies did in times like this. Much of the time they'd hold her, hug her, tell her it was all right… But, Timmy realized, he was still a tad shorter than her…

'Ah, heck!'

With a sudden rush of courage, he pulled her into a gentle hug, hoping she'd be ok with it. And she was.

Neither of them noticed the two younger kids watching them from the shadows.

"Aw, isn't that sweet?" Asked the pink-haired one.

"Yep! Look! There's Timmy! HEY TIMMY! WE'RE YOUR FAI-"

A middle-school Wanda clamped her hand over Cosmo's mouth. "Not now, you idiot!"

When no one was watching, they transformed themselves into flies and followed Timmy and Trixie out the door.

"See you tomorrow, Timmy!" Trixie called. Both were now in good moods, Wanda noted. It'd be easier to tell Timmy now.

"Bye, Trixie!"

Timmy climbed onto the bus. Two pink and green flies followed him and landed on his hair, waiting until they could be alone with him.

"Hey, dude!" Chester sat down on the vacant seat next to Timmy. He was visibly trembling, teeth chattering, sweating on a large degree. "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"

Timmy sighed in a lovesick matter, his thoughts still on Trixie. "Yeah… But I'm already in Heaven…" He mused before he could stop himself. His eyes became hearts again, and he floated a few inches above his bus seat.

"Timmy? …Oh no! Timmy!" Chester grabbed him and pulled him back onto the seat. "Snap out of it! Did you and Trixie make up?"

"Yep! With the exception of this horrible sickness going around, I couldn't be happier, even if I were visited by two long-lost pink-and-green friends with magical powers!"

"That's oddly specific! Your head is still in the clouds, I see."

About fifteen minutes later, the bus pulled up in front of the Turner residence. Timmy walked towards his house, with two flies in pursuit.

"TIM-"

"Not now, you idiot!" Wanda said again.

They followed him into his house. Up his stairs. Into his room, where he was alone at last.

"OK, now." Wanda released Cosmo's mouth, but he said nothing. "…Cosmo?"

"Oh… right!" Cosmo turned back to his fairy form. "HEY, TIMMY!"

"Hi…" Timmy murmured, dreamily, little hearts still spinning around his head. Finally realizing, he shook his head, and the little hearts dissolved. His eyes fell on Cosmo, and he smiled, noting his wings. "WOW! I really am in Heaven!" He sat there for a few minutes, then yelped. "Wait a minute! Who are you?"

"I'M COSMO! And- Well, maybe this would help more!"

Wanda reverted back to her fairy shape as well. Both lifted their wands and above Timmy's head appeared a giant video tape labeled 'memories of Cosmo and Wanda'. Timmy's head opened up, and the giant video tape stuffed itself into his brain. It closed up again, and his head was back to its normal size.

"Ugh…" He rubbed his eyes, then shot back, as if awakening for the first time. "WOAH! COSMO! WANDA! It's you!"

Without warning, he grabbed them both into a BIIIIIIIIG hug, half because he was overjoyed to see them, half to make sure they were real and not just some apparition of his imagination.

"WHAT HAPPENED, YOU GUYS?!" He demanded. "Where'd you go off to?"

"Uh… Timmy… Remember? You should have the memory now- on your thirteenth birthday, we were re-assigned and you forgot all about us." Wanda replied. "It's great to see you too, sport, but we've been watching you for days. We haven't been re-assigned yet, because there's a crisis in Fairyworld, just like there is on Earth. The illness is affecting everyone. And worse- Anti-Cosmo lead the Anti-Fairies into doing it in the first place!"

"WOW! This is amazing! I'm the only human being on Earth who knows what's going on!" Timmy suddenly stared at the wall. "AAAAAAAH! Wait a minute- how are we supposed to stop him!? We're all going to die, aren't we!?"

"Uhhh…" Wanda started to sweat, not wanting to discourage him. "Think of it this way, Timmy-"

"YES!" Cosmo grinned idiotically. "In a few weeks, both worlds will be a desolate wasteland ruled by the Anti-Fairies!"

Timmy slapped himself. "I was afraid of that! Don't you have some sort of plan? ANY sort of idea of how we can defeat them?"

"Nope." Wanda replied, sadly. "Jorgen told us to tell you- not sure why, probably because you're somehow related to all of this, being the most recent godkid of the good version of the leader of the Anti-Fairies, if that made any sense... Maybe he thought you'd have an idea."

Timmy sat there in silence, before suddenly smiling. "I DO have an idea! Wanda, I wish I had a lit candle."

=POOF!=

"Well, now you have a source of light to hold onto when all the people who work at the power plant wither up and die!" Cosmo pointed out. "But what good is it?"

Timmy smirked. "Oh, you'll see!" He lifted the lightbulb above Cosmo's head.

"What're you doing, champ?" Wanda asked, confused.

"Wait for it…" Timmy replied, distraught.

"Hey! I've got an idea!" Cosmo suddenly exclaimed.

Timmy looked at Wanda smugly, but the pink fairy still looked doubtful. "Really, Cosmo? Let's hear it."

"AH'M DOIN' IT, 'SWEET STUFF! Lookit me go! I reckon I've set the new record!" 

Anti-Cosmo grumbled in irritation as Anti-Wanda hit herself on the head with an undoubtedly very heavy mallet for the 3,234th time that day. Sometimes she even made Cosmo seem smart.

"Calm down, would you, dear?" He finally demanded, keeping his language polite even though his hostile tone of voice suggested otherwise. "I'm trying to contemplate world domination and I simply can't with the noise you're creating."

"I don't know why you're makin' such a 'normous fuss over some stupid world domino… ate… shun…?"

"World domination."

"Right. Seems real stupid ta me! Without no humans or fairies, we gots no one to scare silly."

Anti-Cosmo laughed, poofing up a cup of tea to enjoy while he spoke. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, my dear! We don't need them to terrorize for our entertainment! Ordering around all the other anti-fairies is an enjoyable task all by itself."

The Anti-Wanda grumbled. "Ever since you spreaded 'round that stupid disease, you've done nothing but talk about takin' over da world. I'm gettin' mighty sick of it."

"Oh, you'll come to appreciate it soon enough…" Anti-Cosmo took a sip of his tea, and returned to his blueprints of what he called the ultimate 'doomsday device'.

"Uh… Sweet stuff? Whys you need a fanshy-panshy doomsday machiner when dem humans and fairies is gonna die anyway?"

"I need something to do while I wait for those morons to die off." He mumbled, taking another sip. "Go make yourself useful and… be quiet. I'm busy, can't you see?"

Anti-Wanda glared at the wall that separated Fairyworld from Anti-Fairyworld. She didn't want world domino…uh… whatever it was called. It was slowly driving her upper-class, power-mad husband insane. She didn't have a whole lot of brains, but she could sense that all the excitement was getting to his head.

She almost wanted to stop him.

"This was actually a pretty nice idea, Cosmo."

Timmy sighed with pleasure as he took that final slurp of his chocolate shake. "Aaaaah! My last chocolate shake until I meet my untimely end. What else should we do before we die?"

"OOOH! OOOH! I know! Let's go work at the cheese factory!" Cosmo exploded all at once, grinning widely. "I've always wanted to do that!"

"I don't know, guys. Maybe we should actually be looking for ways to STOP the spreading of this horrible disease." Wanda suggested, refusing to touch her shake. Quoth Wanda: "If I'm going to die, I'm going to die slim."

"Whatever. How are we gonna do that?" Timmy asked. The human forms of Cosmo and Wanda looked at each other and shrugged.

Timmy was used to going around in public places with his godparents now. They took on human forms half the time anyway, so it wasn't much of a problem. Besides, even if they had taken their normal form, no one probably would've noticed. They were too busy panicking over the prospect of oncoming DOOM.

  The trio walked back to Timmy's house. Mr. Turner himself was running around in little circles in front of the house, screaming like a terrified young girl, wearing a circular hole in the front lawn. Mrs. Turner was a different story. She was in the garden, humming to herself while she continued to tend to her plants.

Which, by the way, instantly shriveled up and died.

"EVERYTHING I TOUCH DIES!" She shrieked, in a sudden bad mood. All at once, a few seconds later she cleared up, smiling as if nothing had ever happened. "Oh well! They would've died anyway, just like we all will be doing in a couple of weeks. Come on inside, honey."

She grabbed Mr. Turner by the ear and dragged him in the doorway. Timmy followed their lead, Cosmo and Wanda in pursuit.

"Why, hello, Timmy! Who are your pink and green friends with the same eyes as your notebooks, balloons, pencils, towels, lunchboxes, extra backpacks and cool hip-hop medallions?" Mrs. Turner asked, in her usual sunny disposition. Timmy shrugged.

"Cosmo and Wanda. They're my new friends from… from…"

"CHERRYWORLD!" Cosmo blurted out, feeling a sudden rush of spontaneity. Wanda slapped herself, eyeing her husband warily out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh! Hello!" Mrs. Turner was between Cosmo and Wanda in a flash, and cheerily put her arms around both of them. "Would you like to stay for dinner? Dad and I love meeting Timmy's new friends!"

"Sure!" Cosmo blurted again before an angry Wanda kicked him in the shin. "I mean, uh…"

"We can't." Wanda finished. "We have to, uh…"

Timmy shook his head, trying to give them a hint. "What do you MEAN you guys can't stay for dinner?" He winked excessively.

"Uh… is something wrong with your eye, Timmy?" Cosmo asked. "It's all twitchy."

Wanda kicked him again, making the green-haired fairy yelp. "I mean, of course we can stay! Thanks!"

"Kew-el!" Cosmo grinned his trademark stupid, otherworldly, completely goofy look. "Hi Timmy's Mom! Hi Timmy's Dad! WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Forgetting he lacked his wings, he tried to float around in a little circle, but it didn't work and he fell flat on the ground.

"WOW! This guy is hip!" Timmy's dad stopped screaming like a girl to watch Cosmo. "And so am I! WHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" He followed the fairy's lead, falling as an injured, hyper blob on the floor.

"Now, Timmy, you and your friends should wash up before dinner!" Mrs. Turner advised, dragging Mr. Turner behind her by his feet.

Once they were gone, Timmy dragged Cosmo and Wanda into another room.

"Guys! I really think we should come up with another plan."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Really, sport?"

"Yeah! We should all play our last game of tennis! WHEEEEEE!"  A tennis racket appeared in Cosmo's hand, and a green sweatband in his hair. His regular attire shifted to a more athletic look, complete with a green jersey and… you get the point.

"Uh, wrong answer, Cosmo." Wanda lifted her wand and Cosmo changed back to normal, except for his mouth, which was literally zipped up. "No more ideas for you."

"MMMMPH! Mmmmph-ungghmmm!" Cosmo started to panic, reaching around where his mouth used to open. "MMMMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!"

Ignoring him, Wanda continued. "So, Timmy. Got any plans?"

Timmy nodded, grinning. "I wish the disease had an antidote!"

Wanda sighed and lifted her wand, but she knew what would happen. SPLLLOOOOT.

"Oh, GREAT!" Timmy exclaimed, frustrated. "The stupid wand-not-working SPLOOT noise. What is it this time?"

The rulebook appeared in front of Wanda. "As we've told you, the disease can't be affected by magic. Magic can't affect other-"

"Magical things. I know that!" The boy snapped back. "Dangit, I hate that." He sat down and got in a thinker's position, wondering what he could wish for to get them all out of this mess.

PING!

Cosmo's eyes lit up. A little lightbulb had materialized over his head. "MPPPHHH GOPHHH ANNN IDEPHHH!"

Wanda and Timmy were out of ideas. Wanda unzipped Cosmo's mouth. "All right, sweetie. What is it this time?" She asked irritably.

"I've got another idea! And this time it isn't stupid!" He explained, grinning ear to ear. "Let's bring out Timmy's magical time scooter! YAY!"

Cosmo merrily flicked his wand around and the said object appeared in front of the trio. Timmy stared at it.

"Uh… Cosmo? What are we supposed to do with it?"

"DUH! Go back in time and stop the Anti-Fairies from escaping! I thought I was supposed to be the dumb one!"