A/N Mom! She's doing it again!!! Lol! Yeah, I know, I'm a horrible person for starting another fanfic while I leave my other ones to rot. But that's not true! #1 because I have NO intention of abandoning my other stories, I'm just...having issues with them... and #2 I came up with this at work the other day because I was bored of stocking YARN (yes, I work in a crafts shop. What do you expect? I'm 17!) and I needed to do something. This actually started as a Quantum Leap story, believe it or not and ended up as a FOP because...well...it just did! Anyways, this is one in a series, which ooOOoo won't be staying in this section, because it covers several series. Great, huh? Actually there's a lot of original work in this, too and if people like it enough, I might make it completely original and try to publish. YAY!!! Um, anyways, This story has a lot of hidden stuff in it and if you can find it, you know your...HA! Won't give it away! snicker Well enjoy!

I Do own all of the following::: Guardians, Dream Sprites, and any other things that might pop up. Other than that, I don't own a darn.

Oh, and sorry for any OOCness. I'm having trouble seperating Al from Cosmo shudders scary thought...

Timmy shot up in his bed, his small eleven year old body drenched with sweat and his face tear and snot streaked. Seconds earlier he had been screaming bloody murder and begging for mercy from whatever had been haunting his dreams. Cosmo and Wanda watched anxiously from their watery home as Timmy pulled his knees into his chest and began to convulse with tears again. Seconds later his parents were in his room, stroking him and trying to sooth his fears. Timmy slipped his hands around his mother's waist in a state of half awareness and began to sob again, though less physically racking this time.

"Cosmo! Wanda!" he wailed into his mother's robe. "Please don't go! Please, I promise I'll never do it again! Don't leave me!" He was crying so hard by this time that he was beginning to hyperventilate, dragging in raspy, choked breaths as he repeated over and over again; "I need you! I need you!"

Mrs. Turner held her child as he dug his fingers into her sides and buried his face as far into her as he could. She wrapped her arms around him protectively and stroked his hair as her eyes turned from her son to her husband with worry and fright. Mr. Turner rubbed his son's back as he whispered to him that it would be alright; that it was only a dream, and his goldfish were still right there on his bed stand. He glanced over, partly to make sure, and partly to avoid his wife's gaze, and noticed that the fish seemed to be watching the ordeal with equally frightened and perplexed expressions. He didn't recognize how out of place that was, or the crowns floating above their heads, or even the overly large shape and odd colour of their eyes. Neither did they notice or care that he was staring at them.

Finally, after several minutes of this, Timmy woke up. He seemed panicked when he saw his parents there, and whipped around to see Cosmo and Wanda floating there in their aquatic home with intensely concerned looks on their faces. Timmy sighed and almost started to cry again with relief. He was brought back to reality by his mother's worried voice behind him.

"Timmy?" she asked with a hint of panic in her voice. "Are you alright, honey? We were so worried about you." Timmy turned back to her and smiled weakly.

"Yeah," he assured as he wiped his nose on his sleeve and began to snort the rest of it back into place, "I'm fine. What a bad dream. I dreamed you and Dad got killed and then Vicky was trying to kill my goldfish and then..." Timmy caught himself and stumbled on his words. Cosmo and Wanda nearly tripped over themselves with anticipation, hoping to find out what it was that had frightened him so badly. "Uh..." he paused, "I forget. But it was really bad." His mother smiled at him tenderly.

"Well," she sighed, "at least you're okay now. I have to go comfort your father now. Seeing you having a nightmare scared him so bad he had to go to the bathroom to cry." With that she left, leaving Timmy with his goldfish, though not for long.

Almost as soon as the door shut Cosmo and Wanda were by Timmy's side. Wanda put her arm around his shoulders and felt them trembling a little. Cosmo knelt in front of him, hands braced on his godson's legs as he leaned in to his face, searching deep into his eyes.

"Sweetie," Wanda asked, "do you want to talk about it? It seemed like you couldn't tell your mom, but maybe you could tell us." Timmy sniffed and nodded.

"I woke up and it was the middle of the night, and I heard someone downstairs. I heard mom screaming and I ran over to see what was wrong and there was someone standing over her and there was blood everywhere. Dad was choking on blood and shaking mom and Vicki was standing over them laughing with a knife covered in blood. I started running and she was chasing me and I ran into my bedroom but she was already there gutting Wanda and," he turned to Cosmo who was trying to capture every detail through the rush of words, "you were crying, and then Vicki pulled out your heart," he said diverting his gaze to Wanda who was still holding his shoulders, "and ate it. She just smiled at me and then started chasing me.

"I ran downstairs and I was in Mr. Crocker's classroom. Cosmo was crying in the corner and I tried to get him to help me, but he couldn't hear me. Then Crocker came up behind me and the class was full of people, and Crocker started screaming that I had fairy godparents. Jorgen came to take Cosmo away, Wanda, you were there again, and Jorgen asked if you wanted to stay. You both looked at me with disgust and said 'Ew! Why would we want to stay with him? He's stupid, unmannerly, and not popular.' Then you left and Vicki and Crocker grabbed me and started dragging me off. That's when I woke up. But it was so real. I honestly thought it happened."

Cosmo and Wanda both hugged him tightly when he finished. Neither of them had suspected it was quite that bad. They shot worried looks at each other behind Timmy's back as they embraced him. When they released him finally they both continued to hold him; Wanda his arm and Cosmo his hand. Looking up at them he seemed so small and helpless.

"What's wrong with me?" he sniffled as he tried to clear off the last signs of trauma from his face.

"Nothing's wrong with you, sweetie," Wanda cooed. "Everyone has bad dreams."

"Yeah," Cosmo agreed. "Even dreams have bad dreams." Timmy ignored his comment assuming it was just Cosmo being himself. He didn't notice Wanda glare at her counterpart.

"Can't you make them stop?" he asked, turning to his godmother with a pleading look on his face. Wanda felt herself melting into a helpless puddle inside.

"Oh, honey, I wish I could," she apologized, "but that's not under our jurisdiction."

"Sleep related wishes have to be run by the Sand Man," Cosmo explained. "And beyond that, no one can control your dreams. They're part of you." Timmy looked at his godfather, confused.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Dreams are from your subconscious, Timmy," Wanda answered. "No one can control what's in your subconscious except you, by what you watch, listen to, read, and do. That's just how it works."

"Well, isn't there someone who can help me?" he asked desperately.

"For now, just go back to sleep," Wanda told him. He sat up as she tried to tuck him in.

"But every time I go to sleep they get worse," he complained. Wanda looked at him seriously.

"Timmy," she asked, "how long has this been happening?"

"About a week," he answered in a hushed tone. "They just keep getting worse."

"Why didn't you tell us earlier?" she asked.

"We can't help you when you don't tell us things," Cosmo added. Timmy sighed and nodded.

"I guess you're right," he said. "I probably should have told you." Wanda tucked him in again and kissed him on the forehead. She then turned out the lights and left Timmy to slumber.

When both faeries had finally gotten the child to sleep, Cosmo and Wanda retreated to their home. Cosmo seemed concerned but Wanda was completely out of sorts. They could here Timmy whimpering again. Cosmo glanced at the door warily, ready to bolt if Timmy's cries escalated at all. Wanda paced the area inside the fishbowl uneasily.

"We've got to do something for Timmy," Wanda said finally. Cosmo looked at her and smiled sadly.

"Like what?" he asked her gently. He went over to her and sat her down, sitting beside her as he waited for her to answer.

"What if I could get help?" she asked.

"From who?" Cosmo countered. "You know as well as I do that no one can interfere with dreams."

"This isn't interfering," Wanda protested. "This is eliminating. And that's completely acceptable."

"Wanda..." Cosmo warned. "We can't."

"I know we can't, but there are those who can," Wanda replied. She stood and turned to her husband. "I'll be back. If Timmy wakes up again, stall him." Before Cosmo could object, Wanda was gone. He sighed. This could only lead to trouble.

A/N Yay! Hope you liked! I forgot to warn you at the beginning that I tend to write Cosmo smarter than he's thought to be. MUCH smarter. Some people don't like that, but I do. Oh! And so you all know...this will be a Quantum Leap x-over, but don't worry. It's nothing stupid, and basically just some cameo appearances every once in a while to tie it in with a timeline in another one of my stories (which as of the time I posted this, isn't written yet). Have fun!!!