A/N I finally got around to this story! Sorry it took so long. I got a bunch of not-so-nice emails about how I've been slacking on certain stories and decided I'd go work on them all. Three more to go, baby!!! All my stories tend to interconnect, so it's best if you read all of them. Not NECESSARY, but pretty darn useful. Especially stories within a series, like all my FOP stories go together (except maybe Adventures in Neverland). If you just want the straight and narrow, this story directly ties into Sweetest Dreams, another FOP fanfic of mine based in Timmy's time line. Anyways, R&R, hope ya like!

Denzel watched Ms. Fair intently as she placed her clip board with their names on it on her desk and picked up a different sheet. Turning to the black board she began to scrawl words on it that Denzel could read. When she was finished she turned back to the class, returning the paper to the desk and smiling.

"Today we will be getting to know one another," she beamed. "Does anyone know what the word I just put on the board is?" The black boy raised his hand excitedly. A few of the other students glared at him, but didn't say anything. Ms. Fair turned to him and nodded for him to answer.

"Acceptance," Mr. Ibrahim said. Just by the sound of his voice Denzel could tell he was a genius. Sheldon snarled in the front row, glaring vehemently at the boy.

"Stupid Nigger," Denzel heard him spit. Ms. Fair had heard it as well, because she turned on him and sent him to the floor with a reverberating smack. Denzel jumped in his seat, as did most other students, and stared at the prone boy who was now beginning to tear up.

"That was beyond unacceptable," the teacher hissed as she loomed above him. She turned to face the rest of her class and continued. "This classroom is not one in which I will tolerate such abuse of other people. This is an anti-discriminating learning area, and if you don't know what that means," she glared at Sheldon pointedly, "then you will learn fast and hard." All the students were in shear terror as she turned back to her desk. Bracing herself therefore a second, she turned toward her class with her original sunny smile. Denzel didn't trust it as much now, and he had a feeling the rest of the class felt the same. The short little woman seemed to have grown an entire foot in just seconds as she resumed her teaching duties, but no one paid much attention.

"Today we are going to play ice breaker games," she said, returning the atmosphere to its original cheerfulness. She brought out a container of soda and poured a cup for every person. "This game," she explained, "is called I Never. Each person says something they have never done and everyone who has done that thing drinks what is in their cup. It's easy; I'll go first to demonstrate. Now gather 'round and get your cups." As the students gathered around and got their cups she smiled. Denzel saw a hint of mischief in the look, but dismissed it.

When everyone had their cups in hand, Ms. Mage began the game by saying the thing she had never done; rode the bus to school. Denzel, Geraldine, Batty, and Future Mrs. Turner all drank. The next round went to the person clockwise of her, which was Future Mrs. Turner.

"Oh dear," she pondered. "I guess I never...drove a car." Ms. Fair and Sheldon drank their pop. Mrs. Turner giggled when Sheldon winked at her over his cup. Next it was his turn.

"I've never thought about anyone besides myself," the blonde said nonchalantly. He didn't seem to even notice what he had said until Mrs. Turner started to cry. Ms. Fair smirked over her cup as she and the rest of the class took a drink except for Chet. Mr. Ibrahim looked aghast at her.

"You put a truth serum in this!" he exclaimed. She nodded.

"Everyone has their dirty secrets," she replied. "And we won't have any saints in this class." Denzel began to feel fear gripping him. What if she asked something that revealed his fairies? He didn't want to lose them forever! Cosmo and Wanda watched from his shirt pocket. Wanda seemed deep in thought as she stared at his teacher, and Cosmo was sleeping. He quickly determined they would be no help.

Next was Mr. Turner. He glared hatefully at Dinkleberg for a moment then shot a sad glance at Mrs. Turner before returning to the task set before him.

"I never told Future Mrs. Turner that I have a huge crush on her," he said. Future Mrs. Turner stared at him as if the thought was entirely new to her, though Denzel didn't see how it could be. It was obvious from the second he laid eyes on Mr. Turner that he had the hots for her.

"We'll interpret that as 'never told someone you liked them'," Ms. Fair told everyone. Everyone except Denzel and Sheldon drank to that. Now it was Denzel's turn. He felt panic wash over him as the words formed in his mouth without even having consulted him. What if it was something to reveal his fairies? What if they went away because of something he couldn't stop from saying? He stared at Ms. Fair and found it odd that she was nodding reassuringly at him. Suddenly he could hold the words back no longer.

"I never had a father," he blurted without even having truly heard what he said. Everyone drank. Some gave him a sorry expression before moving on to the next person; Geraldine.

"I never learned how to count," she blushed. All drank except Batty and Dinkleberg. Chet was up next.

"I never stopped sucking my thumb," he stated. All drank except Geraldine. Bucky was next.

"I never thought skin colour was important," he said. Everyone except Ms. Fair and Mr. Ibrahim drank. Now last of all was Mr. Ibrahim.

"I never got treated like a human being by anyone but my parents before today," he said. Everyone drank. Ms. Fair set down her cup and told the others to do the same. She instructed them to wait for three minutes before saying anything else. They did as they were told, afraid that they would all say something even more embarrassing then they already had.

After the three minutes had passed, Ms. Fair told them each to get out a piece of paper and a writing utensil and chose a partner to write a paper on. Denzel chose Geraldine before anyone else could and watched as the other kids paired up. Bucky and Ibrahim were together over in one corner, Sheldon had left Mrs. Turner for Chet, leaving Mr. and Mrs. Turner together. When they were all paired up, Ms. Fair told them what she wanted them to find out about their partner.

"I want you to tell me their full name," she said, "Their birthday, what their dreams are, what they want to be, what they like, what they dislike, what they're allergic to, what they do in their free time, what their favorite and least favorite food is, what their favorite game or toy is, what their best friend is like, what their family is like, and any other information you would like to find out. Begin."

Denzel turned to Geraldine, who was waiting for him. He sat down and posed to begin writing. Geraldine did the same, though it took her a minute to figure out how to hold the pencil. Denzel waited for her before starting. When she was ready he began.

"What is your full name?" he asked.

"Geraldine Uvegenia(1) Waxelplax," she replied. Denzel quickly scribbled it down.

"What's your birthday?"

"August 15."

"What are your dreams?"

"To be a nurse," she sighed. "Just like my mommy."

"What do you like?"

"Food! And painting."

"What do you dislike?"

"Brussels sprouts."

"Are you allergic to anything?"

"Birds(2)."

"What do you do in your spare time?"

"Eat."

"What's your favorite food?"

"Tuna fish sandwiches."

"Least favorite food?"

"Brussels sprouts."

"What's you favorite game?"

"Sorry."

"What's your favorite toy?"

"My fire engine."

"Whose your best friend."

"Naidine; she's a fairy."

"What's your family like?"

"My mommy is a nurse, so she's never home. My daddy is a carpenter, and my older brother is in the Marines(3)."

Denzel finished writing it all down with his Wanda pencil and then waited for her to start asking questions.

Geraldine looked up at him, slightly embarrassed and asked: "What wash the first question?" Denzel looked at his own paper before repliying.

"Full name," he said. "And it's Denzel Floyd Crocker." Geraldine wrote that down slowly, barely forming the letters properly. She pressed too hard and her lead broke as she stared the 'F' in Floyd, and Denzel offered her Wanda. She took it happily and found it much easier to write clearly with the unknown help of the Fairy whose but she was using to scrawl on the paper.

"Okay," she said happily when she finished. Wanda winked at Denzel, who was watching her. He smiled and returned his gaze to Geraldine who was continuing. "What's your birthday?"

"October 30," he replied. Geraldine wrote it down quickly.

"And, uh," she floundered. Denzel looked at his paper and filled her in.

"What are your dreams and goals," he told her. She nodded and wrote it down, then asked him the question. "I want to be the President," he said. She wrote that down as well and headed to the next question.

"What do you like?"

"Pong!" he cried. "It rocks!" Geraldine giggled and wrote it down.

"What do you dislike?"

"Bullies."

"Are you allergic to anything?"

"No."

"What do you do in your spare time?"

"Play pong."

"What is your favorite food?"

"Pizza."

"What is your least favorite food?"

"Oranges(4)."

"What is your favorite game?"

"Pong."

"What's your favorite toy?"

"I don't have one."

"Whose your best friend?"

"Cosmo." Geraldine looked indignant as did Wanda.

"What about Wanda?" Geraldine pouted.

"Well you said one," Denzel defended. Geraldine thought about it for a second.

"Oh," she said. "You're right." Shaking her head she continued. "What's your family like?"

"Well," Denzel replied. "I don't know my dad, I'm an only child, and my mom is never home because she works three jobs." Geraldine looked at him sadly, and then wrote it all down. When she finished she looked to the front of the room. Ms. Fair was sitting at her desk, staring intently at something. "I wonder what we're supposed to do next?" she asked.

Denzel was more interested in Ms. Fair at the moment then he was with the assignment. She seemed very focused on whatever she was looking at. He was snapped out of it for a second by Geraldine giving him back his pencil. When he returned his gaze to the front of the room he saw her staring pointedly at Wanda; then she looked at him before turning back to her paper, which she then put away. Standing she called the classes attention back to the front. When every one was in their seat again, she spoke.

"Is everyone finished?" she asked. All nodded at her. "Good, now I will call out your name and I want you to present your findings. Denzel Crocker." Denzel moved to the front of the classroom, paper clutched in his hand. He turned and faced the class before reciting what he had written.

"My partner was Geraldine Waxelplax," he said. "Her full name is Geraldine Uvegenia Waxelplax, she was born on the 15th of August, she wants to be a nurse, she likes to eat and paint, she doesn't like brussels sprouts, She's allergic to birds, her favorite food is tuna fish sandwiches, she likes playing Sorry, her favorite toy is a fire engine, her best friend is a fairy named Naidine, her mom is a nurse, her dad is a carpenter, and her older brother is a Marine." When he finished he looked to Ms. Fair who smiled and ushered him back to his seat.

"Good," she said, "But next time try not to make it a run-on sentence, hm? Sheldon Dinkleberg." Sheldon stood and presented to the class.

"My partner's name was Chet Ubetcha," he proclaimed. "He was born on January 12, he wants to be a news broadcaster, he likes being popular, but doesn't like nerds. He said he was allergic to talcum powder and he likes to go to the new station with his mom in his free time. His favorite food is spaghetti, his least favorite is celery, his favorite toy is his toy microphone, and he likes to play predict the weather. His best friend is himself and his family is full of news reporters." Ms. Fair nodded when he finished.

"Don't be so straight forward, dear," she said. "Put some feeling in it. Don't worry, that's what we'll work on in English. Mr. Ibrahim?" Mr. Ibrahim stood and moved to the front of the class tentatively. Denzel could tell he was worried about the other students, and he didn't blame him. He was black, after all, and his kind weren't really welcome; even worse since he was a half breed. Finally he stood before the class. He shot a look to Bucky, who gave him thumbs up, and he smiled.

"My interview was with Bucky Emerson(5) McBadbat," he said professionally. Ms. Fair was really smiling now. "Before McBadbat was born, his parents lived in Germany. When Hitler gained control in the 40's, his parents fled to America. Almost a decade later, Bucky was born on July 4th, a symbol to his parents of the freedom they had found in America. This child who from the beginning was known to love baseball and despise the colour pink, grew up spending every waking second he could spare playing baseball with himself in the back yard. He gave them a start a few years ago when he became violently ill. Worried, they rushed him to the hospital where they were informed that he was deathly allergic to dairy products. Since then he has had to give up his favorite foods such as ice cream and cottage cheese, and begin eating more vegetables and fruits. He is glad that he has options other than eggplant; being as it's his most abhorred provision. Bucky wishes to be a professional baseball player someday, and never leaves home without his beloved mitt. While he doesn't have many friends, he says he is happy being an only child with two loving parents who are both commentators for the local baseball team."

When he finished, Denzel couldn't help but gape. Ms. Fair seemed overjoyed at his writing as she congratulated him for being the only child in the class who could write a report properly so far. Ibrahim returned to his desk happily and sat down. Bucky immediately shot up and headed to the front with his paper.

"I interviewed Etienne Maquensy(5) Ibrahim," he beamed. "He was born on July fourth just like me, and dreams of someday becoming a Nobel Peace Prize winner for his scientific findings." Mr. Ibrahim was beaming at his new found friend as they exchanged adoring glances. Denzel could feel there was a deep connection between them already. "Anyway," Bucky continued, "he likes science and learning, dislikes discrimination, isn't allergic to anything that he knows of, loves to watch scifi TV, likes warm chocolate brownies, and plays trivia games with anyone he can. He hates green beans, has a friend named Jesus who lives in Arizona, and has an older brother and sister. Is this guys cool or what!?" MS. Fair smiled warmly at him as he returned to his seat.

"Bucky," she laughed, "I commend you on your enthusiasm, but maybe you should get Ibrahim to help you with your writing structure." Bucky smiled happily and turned to his friend.

"What did she say?" he asked. "I don't speak teacher." Ibrahim almost fell out of his chair laughing.

"Mr. Turner?" Ms. Fair called, leaving the two friends to talk. The boy in front of Denzel stood and made his way to the front of the class, blushing slightly.

"I did my report on ---- ----," A loud noise flooded out her name. "But she said we could all just call her Mom. She was born on ----, and wants to be -----. She likes ----- and dislikes ------, isn't allergic to anything, likes to ------ in her free time. She likes to play ----- and her best friend is ------. Her family is------------------------." Denzel had stopped listening after the second or third time Mr. Turner was drowned out. Next Mom stood up and the same thing happened. All that they got form what she said was that you could call him Dad.

Denzel was getting bored. Two more students to go and then school was out. He sat patiently as the next person stood and headed for the front of the room. It was Chet, and he looked every inch like the news reporter he wanted to be. Smiling he tapped his papers on the nearest desk and began.

"Hi! I'm Chet Ubetcha," he said energetically. "I'm here with my interview on Sheldon Dinkleberg and man do I have to tell ya, this guy is cool! He was born on the 21st of April and dreams of becoming filthy rich. He likes money, and dislikes Dad, is allergic to poor and middle class people, spends most of his free time with his money, and doesn't care what he eats as long as it's expensive. He has no friends because no one is rich enough for him, and his family is comprised of millionaires. Man do I wanna be in that reunion!" Ms. Fair cut him off before he could continue by calling for the last person; Geraldine. Geraldine stood and made her way tentatively to the front of the class, clutching her mangled paper desperately. Turning she began.

"I did a report in Denzel Floyd Crocker," she stammered quietly. Ms. Fair looked sympathetically at her and motioned for Denzel to come upfront. Denzel did as he was instructed and stood beside his new friend, which seemed to ease her anxiety greatly. Uh," she stammered with more volume. "Oh yes, Denzel was born on October 30th. He wants to be president someday, and loves playing pong. He doesn't like oranges, but loves to eat pizza; he dislikes bullies and his best friend is a super fighter named Cosmo who has the powers to take over the whole world single handedly. He doesn't know who his father is, but his mom works three jobs and he's an only child." Geraldine looked very relieved that it was all over and hurried back to her seat. Ms. Fair smiled and nodded for him to return also.

As they sat down the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Everyone rushed for the door excitedly, talking about what they had just learned of each other. Denzel walked with Geraldine a ways before heading to his bus. As he stepped on, Cosmo and Wanda poofed themselves into buttons on his backpack again. He set the back pack down on the chair beside him so he could see them.

"Well that was a cool day," he said.

"Yeah," Cosmo agreed. Wanda just nodded. She was thinking about something she hadn't in a long time, and it was taxing her trying to recover the lost information. Both of her comrades looked at her questioningly.

"What're you thinking about?" Denzel asked. Wanda shrugged.

"I'm trying to think where I know her from," she said. "She looks familiar and I know that name, too." She lapsed back into thought as they rounded a corner. Denzel smiled as the bus came to a halt.

"Well you'll have plenty of time to think about it tonight," he said. "But for now, we're home!" With that he picked up his bag and hurried off the bus.

A/N YAY!!! I finally did another chappie!!!! About time, huh? Tell me what ya think! R&R!!!

(1) I stole the name from Mrs. Doubtfire. I liked it!

(2) Remember this, it'll be important later on.

(3) Remember this too, it'll be important later on.

(4) gasp A strange connection with the future! Timmy's allergic to them, Denzel hates them.... Hmmm.

(5) Okay, I picked a name for A.J.'s dad. It won't be used much because it's not really his name, but I knew some triplets who were named Etienne, Emerson, and Maquesny (Maque for short). It doesn't make sense to you, but I was trying to show how close these two are. They're like twins; same birthday named after triplets I know...you get it? I hope so. Yes I know it sounded a little TOO close, but they aren't, they're just virtual twins, k? I mean, finish each others thoughts and have their own language type twins.