A/N: Mkay, well I seem to have been neglecting my poor fanfics (no duh-hur!) for quite some time now and I feel really bad about it, but I just don't have any ideas for a lot of them. Or the ideas just don't want to come out on paper. So, in order to keep you all in a somewhat happy state (and to make me feel like I'm actually doing something on my fics) I am adopting the "intermission" chapter. I've seen it once or twice and I really like the idea; a short mini story within the story to keep posts frequent even if the story isn't being written too terribly fast. And so, here's one for my poor Fairly Odd Parents fic that will probably never get finished. This is completely dedicated to Spiritual Magic. I still can't believe you trekked down to my Fruits Basket fic to ask me if I'd keep writing FOP. /shakes head/ You're amazing. ((P.S. Beware the OOC. I haven't seen an episode of FOP sinceAugust. Yeah.))
Once
"I'm bored."
"You're always bored."
"I'm bored."
"We heard you."
"I'm bored."
"We know."
"I'm bored."
"Stop it."
"I'm bored."
"Shut up!"
"I'm bored."
A heavily embroidered side pillow went flying through the air and the intended target, a slight girl with long red hair and liquid gold eyes, easily ducked to the side and out of the trajectory range. She smirked absently at the now rearmed aggressor; an extremely short girl with comically red hair pulled into a high ponytail and dangerously slanted green eyes.
"But," the first stated innocently, the evil glint of mischief in her eyes unmistakable as her voice dropped back into a monotone. "I'm bored."
"Nyah!" The second girl screeched in frustration.
"Mage, give it up," a green haired, green eyed boy sighed around the edges of his book. The ponytail-ed girl, Mage, turned to him with a piteous look on her face.
"But Cosmo," she whined, "Pearl's annoying the spunk out of me."
Cosmo chuckled and put aside his hefty tome to smile up at her reassuringly. Standing he moved towards her and absently patted her head.
"Believe me," he assured, "You have more than enough spunk for all of us." Redirecting his attention at the other girl he continued. "But Pearl, please stop taunting her. It's giving the rest of us a headache, too."
"Fine," the other girl pouted, "steal all my fun."
"Remind me again," a soft voice asked, breaking the three way tension that was building up next to the couch. "Why are we in here?"
Every one turned to look at the youngest in the group and in the process remembered that, yes, they were all present. Wanda sat behind the couch looking more that a little peeved; Juandissimo was laying on his back and had previously been staring at the light fixture over head; Rorin was tossing a ball between one hand and the other while leaning against the wall opposite the couch; Pearl was sitting against the far wall on quite a nest egg of pillows, all having been supplied by Mage who was sitting backwards on a chair a few feet away from Juandissimo's head; Skylar was standing in the corner, absently finding patterns in the spackled ceiling and Cosmo, who had been until recently sitting on the couch beside which Wanda sulked. Guinny, to whom all attention was more or less riveted, was standing across the room from Pearl and tapping her forehead lightly.
"Well," Rorin began, never ceasing in his pursuits with the ball, "I'd like to know that too. But what I'd really like to know is how we're going to get out." At this Wanda directed her scowl at him.
"Well that's a problem, now isn't it?" she spat.
"Wanda," Juandissimo warned, not looking away from the light fixture to which his attention had been returned to. Cosmo sighed wearily. Wanda didn't pay either of them any attention.
"If you hadn't noticed," she continued scathingly, "there isn't a door."
"Wanda!" Both Cosmo and Juandissimo reprimanded.
"What?" She snapped, craning her neck further around the couch to see them and give them equally vehement looks.
"Here we go again," Skylar sighed softly, trying his best to ignore them all. How did I get stuck with these people?
.:Doink:.
"I'm bored."
"Yes, we know."
"I'm bored."
"Yes, Timmy."
"I'm bored."
"Timmy, please."
"I'm bored."
"Just be patient."
"I'm bored."
"We're trying, Timmy."
"I'm bored."
Wanda gritted her teeth and tried desperately to fight the urge to throw a pillow at her godson. Cosmo was blissfully unawares as he stared at the ceiling and made patterns in the spackle with his wand. It was hopeless.
"That was a really boring wish, Timmy," Cosmo stated happily. He really wasn't paying any attention, was he?
"Yeah, well," Timmy shot back in his defense, "how was I supposed to know the safest place in the world was also the boringest?"
Wanda fought the urge to correct him on using nonexistent words. She really wondered how she always managed to end up in situations like this. Some of her frustrations softened as she thought about it.
"Hey guys, why are there fluorescent lights in heaven?"
Wanda suppressed a chuckle and smiled forlornly as her thoughts drifted back to happier times. Funny how such a bleak happening can seem to heartwarming years later. A room, similar to this one only much bigger, and seven friends stuck inside. It had been hell when it happened and now she would give anything to have it back. To be able to give her friends hugs, to not have to worry about anything like she did now. She sighed, lost in her thoughts.
"Hey Wanda?" Cosmo asked, still making patterns on the ceiling. She turned to him and saw the glint in his eyes; the one from way back when, when they didn't have to worry about godchildren and such. The one that said he knew something and he wanted to see if she did, too.
"What, honey?" she asked, her anxiety melting as her childhood spirit came back at the look in his green orbs.
"Why is it so bright, but there aren't any lights?" Cosmo smirked as she got what he was saying. She knew her eyes were sparkling just as much as his with all the suppressed mirth she was containing within herself byholding her laughter. She had been such an idiot not to realize it. Thank goodness Cosmo's stupid pills had worn off.
"Because we're in heaven, sweetheart," she replied. Now she knew how to get them out. And with all her youthful vigor, she did.
.:End:.
A/N: Yeah, drabble. Sorry! But at least it's an update, right? Um, I saw in one of the old (very old) reviews that someone had asked about the Goddess and how she worked into it. Well…remember Lilith? Y'know, from earlier in the story? That's her. Heh, yeah. So now every religion in the world is going to be down my neck, but the thought is God and the Goddess are equals, like Yin and Yang, and are more or less married…at least, that's the best way to describe it. She got bored I guess, not much real reason but whatever the reason she came to earth as a human and forgot who she was. So she appeared, even to herself, to be a normal human girl. Except she wasn't and that caused problems. But everything is all good now and she's back up there, doing her thing. Did that answer the question? I hope so.
Oh, and all of you, be happy. I got an idea for this story, even if it is only a brief one that won't keep the story too much afloat. At least it's an idea! Woot!
