PIECES OF ME

Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I do not own Shrek, Shrek 2, etc. etc, blah blah blah.

Summary: What if the Fairy Godmother didn't get hit by the deflected magic? As she works her way through her steadily dropping public opinion and her criminal charges, she silently attempts to heal herself and her own shattered soul.

Chapter One

Bubbles

Nefer Sekhmet yawned loudly, setting the thin, rectangular glasses perched atop her nose askew. The horn-rimmed spectacles tottered for a moment, then clanked onto the stone floor. Reaching over to pick them up, the woman toppled over.

"Some Fairy Godmother," she muttered, her slight accent toppling her smooth voice. The insect-like wings on her back seemed to droop dejectedly, offering no help as she attempted to pick herself up. Her plump figure had gradually disappeared- worry lines were permanently knitted on her back, a year of worry having sucked all the weight from her body.

She pushed herself back up onto the chair, tucking a single strand of her re-colored hair. Nefer had attempted to make it the beautiful golden color it had been five years ago, when the stress of working for so many clients grayed it(a/n: my idea is that she's younger than she looks, but assumed the role of quite an older woman.) But she messed up, sadly. She had made a white-blonde color, not the desired result at all.

Slowly Nefer's body began to shake, and she vainly tried to resist the call that a client's tears sent. But as her feet began to dissolve into bubbles, she sighed, pulling her star-tipped wand out of her pocket, patiently waiting for the rest of her to disappear.

----------At the Swamp...-----------

(a/n: another one of mah lovely ideas is that once she's been to a new client, wherever that client is, she goes to the client. So, apparently, Fiona cried. x3)

The red-haired ogre silently sobbed to herself, face in her hands. She sat on a tree stump, her forest-greens skirts swept about her. Shrek's words slowly slid through her mind. Oh! Really! Cer'mon, Fiona, do you reall'eh expect me ter go back there? Fiona thought, a negative attitude pressing in on her, Never should have brought up going to visit Mom and Dad. Shouldn't have told him about the Fairy Godmother and her lawsuits.

Then she heard what she never thought she would again.

"Your fallen tears have called to me... So here comes my sweet remedy... I know what every princess needs, to help her live life happ-ily..." Bubbles gently floated through the air, bursting to let out sweet notes of music. One in particular held a small figure, and as the figure grew bigger, so did the bubble. And eventually, this large bubble popped and there, attempting to keep herself up in the air with her near-dead wings, was the Fairy Godmother.

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Well, did you like it? Most likely not. I tried to add in some of my own ideas about the fairy godmother. Later on, you'll find out a secret about Prince Charming... Read and Review, if you don't mind!

- Monotone