A/N: And…it's finished. I had a feeling I'd finish it before the end of NaNoWriMo. Now, it's onto my other fics. XD

Lorenzo had the sense something was different, but he couldn't put his name on what. For one thing, Cosmo and Wanda seemed happier, which irritated him. However, he had more important things on his mind. With the energy he'd harnessed from Vicky, he ought to be able to stage an escape. Of course, he could've just wished himself free from Timmy's body, but this way, he'd have power of his own instead of relying on Cosmo and Wanda. He loathed the idea of being dependent on them, especially when a good part of him wanted them dead.

He spent the morning preparing for the spell in Timmy's bedroom. He was positively giddy with what he could accomplish; his powers were overflowing, although he had noticed a certain lack of pink and green flair. He shrugged it off. Cosmo and Wanda couldn't possibly have their magic back. Lorenzo was probably just imagining things.

For one thing, there were no telltale pink and green objects hidden about the room that he could see. That didn't mean they weren't there, but it was impossible for Cosmo and Wanda to shapeshift without their magic. Lorenzo's lips curled in disdain. They were such weak, pathetic creatures, bound to Timmy. Lorenzo hoped that whatever fate had in store for them after he was done, it was to destroy what little remained.

Timmy wasn't being quiet in his mind for once, either. It was quite irritating. Timmy missed his godparents, he was worried about having Vicky and Tootie in the house, and blah blah blah. Lorenzo wanted to punish him too and he would, once he had his own body. He had a few things he wanted to try with Timmy to put him in his place.

Of course, Timmy was still distraught over his biological parents, which Lorenzo thought a laugh. It wasn't like his parents had cared too much about him to begin with. After all, if they had, they wouldn't have stuck him with Icky Vicky. Lorenzo smirked. Icky Vicky, who actually thought Lorenzo had raped her. As if he'd have any interest in anyone who wasn't between the ages of eight and thirteen and male. She was hopelessly deluded if she thought otherwise.

Lorenzo smirked and then shifted when he thought he saw something pink out of the corner of his eye. When he turned, it was gone. Perhaps he was imagining things. Timmy had been rather tired this morning from Lorenzo staying up all night. The body probably needed rest.

Lorenzo stifled a yawn and covered his mouth. He had, at least, those niceties. Well, if the body needed sleep, he might as well indulge it. He wouldn't be sharing it for too much longer.

To sleep, he let himself slip back into Timmy, who promptly shut him out. Rude, that one. Lorenzo flailed about in the same darkness he'd cast Timmy into only a few minutes earlier and sought to see what his sire was doing. Unfortunately, it was impossible to tell. He couldn't see or hear in the darkness; he had only vague impressions. The last time he'd felt this way, Tootie had been involved, but he hadn't seen her here.

Something was definitely afoot and he didn't like it. ((Let me back in, Timothy. We have work to do, you and I.))

Timmy shuddered, but ignored him.

((Come now. You can't ignore me forever,)) Lorenzo said smoothly. ((I'm the phantom of your mind.))

No answer. Lorenzo seethed with impotent rage. What was Timmy doing out there without him? And had Wanda been here too, only he couldn't see her? In his formless guise, he wanted to scream and rant. He hated the frack. He loathed her. For one thing, she was weakened by her love for Timmy, as was Cosmo. For another, she'd had a point he was never going to acknowledge. He was afraid of her. Wanda had the audacity to stand up to Jorgen von Strangle for her godson and the intelligence to follow through. She loved Timmy enough to fight for him, which threatened to unravel his plans.

Well, he'd show her. He'd punish her for interfering once he had his own body. Faerie head on a pike, anyone? He relished the idea of hurting her and making her scream in agony. For a minute, he indulged his fantasy.

He'd torture her before killing her and make her beg for him to stop. A magical sword would slice away at her skin inch by inch until it revealed her chest and her beating heart, pulsating with sparkling faerie blood. At which point, Wanda would be bleeding profusely and shaking in terror. Cosmo would probably be alive and forced to watch, just because it tickled Lorenzo's fancy.

He wouldn't grant her mercy. Instead, he'd let her bleed out while Cosmo screamed and, once Wanda was dead, he'd decapitate her and keep her head as a trophy. Let Timmy attach himself to that. As for Cosmo, he could either take or leave him. He'd probably be a mess after Wanda's death, not that it mattered either way to Lorenzo. Lorenzo would magically preserve Wanda's head so he could abuse it in all the right ways—using it to play soccer, tossing it around like a large baseball, and especially lording it over Cosmo and Timmy. Maybe he'd keep Cosmo alive just so he could feed off his fear.

As for Timmy, Lorenzo was sexually attracted to him. He would punish him in a different way from Wanda. He'd subjugate him and teach him that his proper place was beneath Lorenzo. Just thinking about what he'd do to him made Lorenzo hard, which was probably something Timmy never experienced, at least not at this age. Unfortunately, without a corporeal body, he couldn't masturbate. Still, once he had it and once he had Timmy in his sights, he'd punish him appropriately.

Just wait and see.

Maybe he'd even preserve consciousness in Wanda's head so she could see him raping her godson and know there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. He mentally rubbed his palms together. Fuck, if he'd had the body, he'd so be hard right now.

Maybe it was a good thing he didn't. He wouldn't want to scare the faeries now, would he? He snickered to himself. Heaven forbid he alarm the faeries anymore than they already were.

Oh, they would suffer. He would make sure of it. Everyone who had harmed Timmy would suffer and then Timmy himself would. Fuck, he needed the body back. What the hell was Timmy doing, anyway?

"I don't like the feeling of his thoughts," Timmy confessed as Tootie held his hands to keep Lorenzo at bay. "They're violent, even if I can't tell exactly what he's thinking unless he's thinking directly at me."

"You won't be sharing a body with him too much longer," Wanda said softly and stroked his hair. She was shaking and he wished he could reassure her physically, but he didn't dare release Tootie's hands. He was too afraid of the consequences.

"Yeah, he'll go off to wherever he was before," Cosmo said.

"No, he won't," Wanda corrected. "He'll hopefully find Jorgen after he's thrown out of your body and we won't ever have to deal with him again."

Timmy thought that might've been too optimistic of Wanda, but he didn't contradict her. His hands were getting sweaty in Tootie's, but she didn't seem to mind. Then again, she was just thrilled to be holding his hands.

Downstairs, Vicky fumed. She wasn't getting paid to be here, which was one insult, and another was that she was now trapped within the house thanks to Lorenzo. For a third, she had to know about magic now and realize that both her sister and her former charge had faeries thanks to her. Timmy didn't know exactly what had happened to her as a young girl, but she'd told them that faeries were the reason she was miserable and the reason she'd made everyone else miserable too.

It hadn't been a bug at all. Anti-faeries or someone like them must've visited her as a young child and warped her impression. Of course, anti-faeries didn't used to be visible to normal people, so Timmy couldn't quite explain it.

"So, when do we start?" Timmy asked and Wanda smiled faintly.

"Now, hon," she said and turned to Cosmo and Cal. "Are you two ready?"

"What are we doing again?" Cosmo asked and Wanda groaned.

"We're using an old spell to extract Lorenzo from Timmy's mind, give him his own body, and hopefully end this before it gets too much further," Wanda told them, mostly for Cosmo's benefit. Timmy noticed that her hands were shaking too.

"I wish Lorenzo and Timmy were two separate beings and you didn't have to grant Lorenzo's wishes!" Tootie called.

"I wish you guys were okay," Timmy said in an undertone, worried about Wanda's paleness and her trembling. Something about Lorenzo really had her spooked and he didn't like it one bit.

Cal zapped Timmy and Timmy fell over, Tootie just barely holding onto him. Unfortunately, when he fell backward, so did she. They landed on his rug and sparks flashed before his eyes. Tootie rested on top of him and Timmy felt something insidious and evil slither its way out of his mind.

Lorenzo appeared before them as he had before, as an older Timmy Turner, and sneered at them.

"What's this? You granted my wish without even asking? How considerate, frach," Lorenzo sneered.

"And I wish Lorenzo was far, far away from here!" Timmy blurted.

"Done!" Cosmo and Wanda chorused and after Lorenzo left, Timmy collapsed onto the floor. He was shaking too.

"Jorgen didn't show up," Wanda observed out loud to Cosmo.

"I wonder why," Cal said. "This ought to be his jurisdiction."

"Fairy World has a backlog of wishes to go through," Wanda said, frowning. "But that shouldn't have meant he was blind to Lorenzo."

"Shouldn't have and yet, it did," Cosmo said, though sans his usual good humor. "So, what happens next?"

"Hopefully, nothing," Wanda said. "But I wouldn't count on that."

((Me neither,)) Tootie said in Timmy's mind and Timmy jerked. That telepathy thing was going to take some getting used to.

"He'll be back," Timmy said with certainty. "I know he will."

"Then we'll just have to prepare as best we can," Wanda said grimly. "Come what may, we'll have to be ready."

"Or else," Cosmo said.

"Or else what?" Wanda asked, perplexed.

"Or else I might lose you guys for good," Timmy said, shuddering, and he latched onto his godparents. Tears pricked his eyes. If he lost his godparents and his biological parents, he didn't know what he'd do.

Hopefully, he'd never have to find out.