A/N: I'm sorry that this took so long. My mom's in the hospital, which has severely cramped my desire to write anything. Or read anything. Or do anything in general.

Vicky didn't quite understand why she didn't have blood on her, since she'd been raped. Then again, her memories were all a blur, mixed up and jumbled in her head. All she knew for certain was that the faeries and her little sister had been colluding together to destroy her. Therefore, they were all going down.

She needed a shower and a change of clothes. Therefore, glowering at the faeries (who didn't look like faeries, not in their human guises), she headed for the door. She had never wanted to be out of Timmy's house faster in her life, excepting perhaps the time she'd had a fish head. She yanked hard on the doorknob, but it wouldn't give. The door wasn't locked, either. Yanking harder, she growled and then put her shoulder into it. Still, the door wouldn't budge.

"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded. Wanda was watching her from the kitchen and there was no sympathy in those pink eyes, only judgment. It made Vicky want to rip her throat out. She knew Wanda was Timmy's faerie godmother thanks to that recent memory she'd rediscovered and it infuriated her. Timmy didn't deserve both loving parents and faerie godparents.

Speaking of Timmy's parents, where were they? It wasn't like them to be absent for so long. Plus, weren't Cosmo and Wanda supposed to be in disguise so people didn't associate them with Timmy? Or was Vicky not remembering an admittedly vague memory right?

"Where are the twerp's parents?" Vicky asked.

"I'm surprised you don't know," Wanda said acerbically. "I thought you made it your business to interfere in Timmy's life."

"No, that's Tootie," Vicky retorted and then stared hard at Wanda. She couldn't believe Wanda hated her because of what she'd done to Timmy. Calling her fat was one thing. That Vicky could understand, because that was personal. But to hate someone based on something she hadn't even done to them was mind-boggling. Vicky folded her arms across her chest.

"You really hate me because of the twerp?" Vicky said, raising her eyebrows at the faeries. "What, do you love him or something?"

"We do," Wanda said, glowering at Vicky. "I know love is difficult for you to understand."

Vicky snorted derisively. "Love is a weakness that I can exploit. Love doesn't exist."

Wanda said nothing. Instead, she continued to glower, arms folded across her chest and leaning against the doorframe. Her gaze flickered toward the door and then back to Vicky.

"Is the door locked?" Wanda said and frowned in consternation. "The last time I checked, you had opposable thumbs."

Vicky glowered back. "No, it's not locked, and yes, I have opposable thumbs. It must be sealed somehow."

She didn't need Wanda's condescension, thanks.

"Step aside," Wanda ordered and, reluctantly, Vicky moved away. Wanda yanked on the door and it opened for her. Yet when she held the door open for Vicky, it slammed shut. A pink barrier came up and Wanda groaned. Cosmo shuffled closer to the duo and Wanda looked at him in exasperation.

"Lorenzo sealed the door against Vicky leaving," Wanda said. "Because he hasn't done enough to make our lives miserable in the last 24 hours."

"Who, exactly, is Lorenzo?" Vicky asked. "He looks like the twerp, but he sure as hell doesn't act like him."

"That's because he's a corrupted version of Timmy created by magic," Wanda said. Her eyes narrowed. "A corrupted, warped version of Timmy who harbors resentment toward anyone who's ever made Timmy's life worse, and yet wants to hurt Timmy himself."

"I don't understand," Vicky said, scowling at her. Looking uncomfortable and feeling doubly so, she said to Wanda, "Just how deep is this magic thing, anyway?"

"I shouldn't have to explain myself to you," Wanda rejoined. Her shoulders sank and Vicky felt a buzz in the air, kind of like a bee she couldn't see. It irritated her, because it was something else Vicky didn't know. She didn't like not having the upperhand and despite Wanda not possessing magic, she very clearly knew more about the situation than Vicky did. Vicky hated that she was too confused to be as angry as the situation deserved.

"We're stuck in the same house," Vicky said.

"Actually, it looks like Cosmo and I can leave any time we want," Wanda said and then blinked, spying something on the front step. It was a black bundle. "Tootie?"

Wanda flicked the porchlight on and Tootie was curled up in a ball holding a brown stuffed bear. Vicky snarled, lunging for her, but the barrier propelled her backwards and she crashed into the kitchen counter. Wanda snorted in derision and Vicky snarled back, not appreciating Wanda's humor at her expense. The redhead was back to wanting to rip Wanda's head off.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Vicky demanded, glaring at her sibling.

"Hon, Timmy isn't here," Wanda said and looked pained. "I don't know where Lorenzo is, either."

"Someone," Tootie said and inexplicably shot a dirty look at her teddy bear, "seemed to think I should check up on Vicky."

"Like I need your help!" Vicky snorted. "Please! This is your fault!"

"How is this my fault?" Tootie countered. "You're the one who kept me from Timmy for years. You're the one who's been ruining my life and driving away our parents. You're the one who set out to make everyone's lives miserable. I'm just trying to be a good sister, damn you."

"I didn't ask for it!" Vicky snapped. The fury coursing through her was real and good. It eliminated her confusion for the time being. "And now I'm getting attacked by all of these stupid people who care more about Timmy than they do about their own skin!"

"Just because you don't understand the idea of caring for someone else doesn't mean we don't," Wanda said and Vicky rounded on her.

"First off, fuck off with the holier-than-thou attitude," Vicky snarled. "You're not that high and mighty, especially without your powers. Besides, you don't get to take the moral high ground."

Wanda's eyes flashed. "Maybe not, but I'm not wallowing in the mud the way you are."

"I was raped, lady," Vicky said, incensed. "I don't know where you get off telling me what to do, but I was raped and now I'm trapped in the house with the asshole who raped me. Oh, and I'm getting lectured by Tweedledee and Tweedledum over here."

"Believe me, if I could get you out of this house, I would," Wanda retorted. "If I could get you out of Timmy's life, I would."

They heard whistling and all of them halted, looking about. Lorenzo materialized in the middle of the living room and Vicky lunged at him; unlike Tootie, she could actually touch him because he was in the house. She reached up to gouge his eyes out with her nails and he laughed, kicking her aside and using magic to dump her on the couch again. The wand he twirled between his fingers held her captive and she seethed, thinking malicious thoughts Lorenzo's way.

"You raped me, you asshole," Vicky snapped.

"Oh, it wasn't good for you?" Lorenzo quipped. "I'm so sorry. Should've told me that before I started. You know, I just get into a groove, and, well, things happen. Especially to you."

Tootie used the distraction to slip into the house, but Vicky's ire was now firmly upon Lorenzo, so she ignored her.

"I don't know what else you did, but you fucked with my head," Vicky charged.

"Quite possibly," Lorenzo said and then stifled a fake yawn. "You know, there's a reason why faeries don't like you. It's the same reason no one likes you. You're a stuck-up bitch with nothing better to do than act like you're scary when we know you're not. You don't have the balls to do anything truly evil."

"Oh, really?" Vicky said. "Is that a challenge?"

Tootie brushed against The Other's hand and Lorenzo jerked, but it was too late. Lorenzo shrank, his body transforming from a twenty-something attractive man to the buck tooth boy she knew and loathed. Timmy swayed, gripping Tootie's hand tightly. He looked ill; he had circles under his eyes and his face was blanched white.

"Timmy?" Wanda ventured gently.

"I don't know what I did," Timmy groaned, holding his head. "But it was something."

"Explain. Now," Vicky growled, glaring at the faeries again.

"Lorenzo is Timmy's anti-faerie," Tootie said hurriedly. "An anti-faerie is the faerie's darker half, the black magic side."

Wanda rushed forward to steady Timmy and Timmy looked up at her with terror on his face.

"What did I do?" Timmy asked. "I don't remember!"

"I'll make you remember!" Vicky snarled.

"No, you won't," Wanda snapped back. "Sport, sit down. And don't let go of Tootie's hand. I have a theory I'd like to test."

"Okay…" he said, but he did as his godmother bade him. Tootie squeezed his hand and he squeezed back. Vicky could give two shits whether he looked scared. He wore the same suit and tie that Lorenzo had and there was blood on the hems. Clearly, Lorenzo was guilty as sin and now Timmy was too. But it didn't make sense. Timmy might hate her, but she doubted rape was in his mind. He was a jerk, but he wasn't that kind of a jerk.

"What do you remember of the past 24 hours?" Wanda asked.

"Uh…I remember my parents dying…I remember a little bit of last night…and a little of today, like when my friends came over," he said. "Trixie was here, wasn't she?"

Tootie scoffed and Timmy looked at her in confusion.

"What?"

"Can The Other hear you? Or see what you're doing?" Wanda pressed and Timmy shook his head.

"He's gone quiet in my head. I can actually think for the first time in a while," Timmy said and released a shaky breath. "But what does it mean?"

"It means, I think," Wanda said and looked triumphant, "that we finally know how to get rid of Lorenzo. At least, get him out of your body and out of your hair for good."

"Yeah, right," Vicky scoffed. "Some magic cure."

"We do deal in magic," Wanda said and glared at Vicky. "I wouldn't expect you to understand."

Timmy's body felt heavy, as if he were standing guard against a golem and he was the last bastion of defense. He was having a hard time keeping his eyes open and his stomach grumbled.

"We can help with that, sport," Wanda said and held up her wand. Then she sighed. "Or we could have, if Lorenzo hadn't stolen our powers."

"I wish you had your powers back," Timmy said quickly and Cosmo and Wanda sighed, relieved, as color rushed back into their cheeks and they glowed pink and green. Vicky rolled her eyes and Timmy shuddered, unwilling to look at her after what his godparents and Vicky had explained happened. The thought of any part of his body touching any part of hers, especially there, willingly, was disgusting. he was still too young to think of sex without shuddering and he hated Vicky too much to consider it in general with her.

In fact, he had the oddest sense that Lorenzo hadn't raped her, only made her think that he had. It wasn't anything he could prove, however, as the only person who knew what had happened was Lorenzo. And, like The Doctor from Doctor Who, Lorenzo always lied. Besides, he had no incentive to tell Timmy the truth, not now.

Wanda pecked Timmy on the cheek and Timmy felt faint repulsion from Lorenzo, but he couldn't articulate himself for some reason. Startled, Timmy jerked his hand out of Tootie's to see what would happen. In a flash, he lost control over his body and The Other/Lorenzo was in command again.

"What the fuck just happened?" Lorenzo demanded. "It felt like someone just pulled the wool over my eyes. I do not like being bamboozled, frach, and I can't help but feel that this is your fault."

"Quick, Tootie!" Wanda ordered and Tootie grabbed Timmy's hand again. Or, rather, Lorenzo's hand, but once she had grabbed him, Lorenzo shrank back down to Timmy. Timmy groaned.

"You're going to need to hold onto him," Wanda warned Tootie. "Otherwise, we won't be able to plan how to oust him from Timmy's body."

"Can't Timmy just wish him free?" Tootie asked and squeezed Timmy's hand.

"Yes, but we'd still have to obey Lorenzo, as he's part of Timmy," Wanda said, grimacing.

"The only way we can get around that is if someone else wishes Lorenzo was gone," Cosmo added, clearly on Wanda's wavelength for once in his life. Timmy would've been surprised if he hadn't been so exhausted. It felt like he hadn't slept a wink last night.

"Someone like me?" Tootie asked and Timmy stared at her.

"You don't have faeries," he said thickly.

"I don't have faeries, true," Tootie said. "I have one faerie, singular."

The teddy bear she'd been clutching transformed into a brown haired, brown eyed faerie. He looked rather nondescript and, unlike Cosmo and Wanda, was unmemorable. Timmy didn't know what to make of him, although Tootie certainly seemed enamored of him. For an odd reason, that made him faintly jealous, as if all of Tootie's affection ought to be directed toward him. Why he should care, he didn't know. It wasn't like he was in love with Tootie. No, he was crushing hard on Trixie Tang. As far as he knew now, Trixie Tang was his soulmate.

"This is Calente," Tootie said. "He's my faerie godfather."

She glowered at Vicky. "I have you to thank for him, because you made my life so miserable. Fairy World finally caved and gave me a faerie of my own."

"You're welcome," Vicky snapped and then paused. "I think."

She folded her arms across her chest and glowered at her younger sibling. "What does Cal the loser have to do with Lorenzo and these other two faerie losers?"

"Don't call them that!" Timmy and Tootie said at once, both springing to their feet. The hands not otherwise occupied were balled into fists.

"Hon, in case it escaped your notice, we have our powers back," Wanda said tightly. "So I'd be very careful about who I insulted around here if I were you."

"Why? What are you going to do? Launch me to Mars?" Vicky scoffed.

"Don't tempt me," Wanda said darkly.

"She's a mafioso's daughter," Timmy chimed in. "In case you didn't know."

"Really? Because I'd have thought a mafioso's daughter had more of a spine," Vicky retorted and Wanda burned in rage. Her hair caught fire and the look she gave Vicky threatened to melt the eighteen year old to cinders. Timmy cringed, glad Wanda's ire wasn't focused on him. He hated when she got that angry. It was those times that reminded him she was a nearly ten thousand year old faerie who could kill him if she weren't bound by Da Rules.

"You want to see a spine? I'll show you a spine," Wanda snarled.

"I know you want to incinerate her," Cal said quickly. "And I'm not saying that you don't have just cause. Because you do. All I'm saying is that we need a plan to take on Lorenzo, not to fight amongst ourselves."

Wanda relented, her hair returning to its normal pink shade. "You're right. But..."

She waved her wand and Vicky was bound and gagged. The binding, in Timmy's opinion, was a little excessive. Then again, despite Wanda's hair no longer burning, her gaze was fierce and furious. Timmy had no idea what had prompted this latest rage, but he wasn't about to ask. He sensed time was short and most definitely not on their side.

"If Timmy doesn't know about you, then it's a cinch Lorenzo doesn't either," Wanda said in a more subdued voice. "Moreover, it doesn't appear he knows Tootie's effect on Timmy."

"What effect?" Timmy demanded. Wanda gave him a plate full of eggs, buttered toast, and on the side, a glass of orange juice. "Thanks, Wanda."

"Any time, sport," she said and although she looked as tired as he felt, he could feel her affection for him shining through. "Just remember that we love you."

"I love you too," he said and felt Lorenzo's faint disgust.

Vicky glowered, but she couldn't voice an objection due to her restraints. Instead, she glared balefully at all of them.

"It looks like Cal, as well as our powers returning, will be our secret weapon,' Wanda said.

"But who are you going to defeat him?" Tootie asked and squeezed Timmy's hand a little too hard. it hurt, but he was afraid to release her hand in case Lorenzo came back.

"We'll have to discuss that later, hon," Wanda said and grimaced. "It's not that we don't trust you."

"It's that we don't trust the parasite inside of you," Cosmo added.

"I know it doesn't mean much, but I don't think Lorenzo actually did some of the stuff Vicky thinks he did," Timmy said.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Wanda muttered. "I saw the poster in his room."

"His room?" Timmy repeated, frowning.

"Your room. He took it over," Wanda said and scowled. "We'll talk about it later."

She hugged Timmy tightly and Cosmo joined in. Timmy's eyes burned with unshed tears and he clung to his godparents. For a few minutes, they stood there, Timmy holding Tootie with one hand and the other latched onto his godparents.

"It's time to let him go, Tootie," Wanda said with reservations. "We have to plan...and I'm afraid no part of Lorenzo can be privy to this."

"But!" Tootie protested. "I'm sure he wouldn't tell him."

"I know he wouldn't," Wanda said. "I know none of the things that happened were of Timmy's will. But we can't afford to take the chance that Lorenzo will take advantage of Timmy's memories. Let him go."

"I love you," Tootie said fervently and kissed him on the cheek. "And I'm going to bring you back and bring Lorenzo to his knees for hurting you."

Then, with obvious misgivings, she stepped back and released Timmy.

"Doctor, I let you go."

Timmy floated in a quagmire now. He was vaguely aware of his surroundings, but he'd been consigned to his bedroom again. Cosmo, Wanda, and Tootie were talking downstairs. Timmy wasn't privy to that, but Lorenzo didn't care. Instead, Lorenzo was trying to figure out how well his spell had gone over with Vicky. Therefore, he'd hauled the hapless eighteen year old up his room and was tormenting her. He seemed unaware that Cosmo and Wanda had their powers back.

Timmy wasn't about to tell him.

Things were bad enough when Lorenzo was gloating. He didn't want to find out what would happen when Lorenzo wasn't winning.

He also didn't know what would happen when he and Lorenzo had separate bodies. Would they go their separate ways? Or would Lorenzo want to punish Cosmo and Wanda even now? He hadn't completed his revenge against Timmy's faerie godparents, which Timmy knew he'd want more than anything. Hurting Timmy was one thing. Hurting Cosmo and Wanda was something else entirely.

Timmy drew several deep, shaky breaths in his mind to steady himself. He wanted to fight Lorenzo and help his godparents. He hated how upset Cosmo and Wanda had looked before he'd surfaced and vaguely recalled how scared they'd been. Knowing they were scared because of him hurt him more than he'd thought. He'd never wanted to harm his godparents and swore he'd do anything to keep that look off their faces.

He'd sooner hurt himself than them again. Of course, he didn't reveal that thought to anyone. Something told him that it was dangerous, both to himself and to others. It was best kept private.

Lorenzo was still gloating about his victory over Vicky and Timmy was tuning him out. He didn't know if Tootie was still downstairs and he wanted to see her again. Things had somehow changed between them, though he couldn't have said how. They felt...almost like his crush on Trixie had been juvenile and this was the real thing. That made no sense. He could've sworn he and Trixie were soulmates.

((Timmy?))

Timmy startled in his head. He heard Tootie's voice in his thoughts.

((Tootie?))

((Good, then this will work,)) Tootie said and sounded both relieved and smug. ((tell Lorenzo we're coming for him.))

((Uh, what?)) he said and she giggled.

((Oh, you two will find out soon enough.))

That sounded ominous.