A/N: This has been such a fun story to write—ur—type. And the feedback has been fantastic! Thank you reviewers! high fives all around Sadly all good things must come to an end so this is the last chapter. Hope everyone will like it. Be sure to read the sequel!

Stuck Together

Chapter Seven: Let's Wrap It Up!

Ding! Dong!

The sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house eventually reaching upstairs to Tootie's room and inside the lava lamp.

Norm's ears perked when he heard the sound. "Your sister probably locked herself out again."

"I'd better go downstairs and let her in." Tootie was still inhaling deeply from Des's vice grip embrace.

Norm raised his hand and in a snap-

GONG!

-she was gone.

"So what now?" Des sighed.

"Now," Norm slung an arm around Des's shoulders and drew her close, suggestively tilted his shades down and wiggled his brows, "we get to know each other better, roomie."

Rolling her eyes Des groaned in annoyance, "Any chance of drawing a line down the center of this thing?"

"Well, she's not here." Timmy fidgeted nervously on the doorstep before turning to leave. "Guess I'd better go."

"Not so fast," Wanda popped out of the hedges and grabbed the back of his collar before he could bolt away. "You've gotta give her time to answer."

"Aw but Wanda," Timmy griped, "it's been eight seconds!"

Wanda dropped him back on the stoop and returned to her hiding place wondering absently where her husband had poofed off to.

Faint footsteps could be heard from inside. Someone was on their way down the stairs. Timmy gulped when the doorknob turned and a girl his age in black pigtails peered out through the crack.

"Timmy?"

"Hi Tootie," the first thing he noticed was her disheveled appearance, like she'd been crying and maybe slept on the floor for a few hours.

Tootie stepped back so Timmy could come in and immediately started smoothing out her clothes. Her glasses were on crooked and she knew her hair must be a mess but at least it was fairly dark in the house. If she avoided the lamp light maybe he wouldn't notice her state of disarray?

"Uh, Tootie..." Timmy stood by the couch fiddling with his thumbs, refusing to look up.

"Yeah?"

This was weird, as far back as both could remember they'd never really shared a serious moment before. It was usually Tootie girlishly chasing after Timmy while he ran for cover screaming about cooties.

"...I just wanted to say I'm...sorry."

Her eyes widened, "For what?"

"For uh, what I said on the bus yesterday." Timmy muttered, "It was pretty mean and you weren't really bothering me so...yeah, sorry."

A small smile crossed her face, "That's okay Timmy. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that."

So that was it. Timmy's conscience had gotten the better of him. The event was rare but it did happen every so often. Like on Valentine's Day when they were ten. Timmy had pulled out all the stops to get Trixie Tang to be his Valentine. Naturally she had shot him down again and again but even after being publicly embarrassed in front of every girl in Dimmsdale Timmy still refused to accept Tootie's offer.

Something spectacular must've happened later that day because by sunset Timmy had rejected Trixie's last minute change of heart and chosen her instead! And then there was the time he gave her his Crimson Chin doll as a secret gift of love. That of course had proceeded the whole water balloon incident. It seemed that Timmy's conscience was to thank for most of the nice things he did for her.

However this time instead of running off afterwards Timmy stuck around staring at the walls, the furniture, out the window, anywhere but her as if he still had something on his mind he was afraid to voice.

Finally unable to tolerate the silence anymore Tootie fake coughed into her hand.

Timmy glanced over at her then back out the window where Wanda was glaring at him and pointing sharply at Tootie. A green owl sat perched on a branch in the tree behind her turning his head and making goofy faces.

"Moo...moo..."

Swallowing the lump in his throat he continued, "One more thing, at lunch yesterday. I...uh...I noticed you were crying. Is—um—is everything okay?"

Nice goin' Turner. Timmy scolded himself. Real smooth! And it's HOOT Cosmo not MOO!

"Oh that," now it was Tootie's turn to fall silent. What was she supposed to say? I thought I accidentally killed a genie when I broke her bottle. But don't worry, everything's okay now because my genie godfather Norm (who lives in a lava lamp your dad said was yours) decided to let her live with him and now she's my genie godmother.

He'd think I'm even creepier than before.

"A friend of mine was hurt and I was just worried about her," Tootie shrugged, it wasn't a complete lie. More like she had omitted certain details. Oh great, she sighed, I'm even starting to think like Norm!

"She okay now?" Timmy questioned.

"Yep, she's going to be just fine." Tootie beamed, returning to her old self.

"That's good," Timmy managed a smile, although he had the sneaky suspicion that he wasn't going to make it out of there without getting smooched.

"It's sweet of you to come all the way over here. So does Vicky know you're gone?"

"Um...no. In fact, I-I'd better get going b-before she finds out."

Tootie grinned slyly as he began edging his way towards the door. He made it as far as the coat rack when an umbrella propped against the wall tipped over and caught him by the ankle.

Timmy yelped when he tripped and crashed down on the floor just inches from a clean getaway.

With a squeal of glee Tootie pounced, Timmy omphfed, Wanda 'awed', and two figures at the top of the stairs snickered.

"I've found that the jelly bean comes in handy when taking revenge on my enemies." Norm chuckled to Des who was hovering behind him.

Des muffled her laughter by covering her mouth. Tootie was one of the most affectionate little kids she'd ever seen. It was amusing to watch the red faced boy try to squirm away.

"It looks like you're both getting what you want then."

"Heh, maybe once I convince her to destroy Canada."

"And what'd Canada ever do to you?" Des quirked an eyebrow.

Narrowing his eyes Norm responded grimly, "They've had it too good for too long."

"Ah," Des couldn't help but laugh a little, "now that makes perfect sense. Those peaceful, tree-loving, maple syrup eating Canadians are just askin' to have their bubble popped."

"Exactly!" Norm clenched his fists, an evil grin in place.

"Are you familiar with the term 'sarcasm'?" Des knew she shouldn't have humored him...

Five minutes later...

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

"Well," Tootie waved from the doorstep, "there goes Timmy."

"How romantic," Des grinned as she followed Tootie back to her room, "a young man runs off screaming into the night with a face full of kisses. Ah, that's amore."

Poof!

Godmother and godchild froze in the doorway when a burst of pink smoke filled the room.

"Ah great," Norm grumbled from the bed where he sat drawing mustaches on Tootie's collection of Timmy pictures from fourth grade, "Diaper Boy's here."

"I see your path to humility is going to be a long one." Cupid scoffed.

"Yeah but I'll probably still get there long before you're potty trained Junior."

"Have I mentioned how much I love what you've done with your bracelets?"

"They're wrist cuffs and you know it!" Norm snapped before turning to Tootie, "Hey kid, how's about casting off the shackles of oppression huh?"

"Huh?" Tootie asked.

"He means wish away the godparent accessories." Des translated.

"Oh, okay," Tootie shrugged, "I wish your jewelry and hair accessories went back to normal."

Norm cringed, "They're...not...jewelry!"

Des smirked and snapped her fingers.

GONG!

"Happy now?"

Norm flew over to inspect himself in Tootie's full length mirror. "Ha, back to stud!"

Cupid yawned, "You mean fashion reject right? That whole Aladdin's genie look went out centuries ago."

"Like I'm gonna take fashion advice from a midget in diapers."

Tootie tossed a tired glance to her godmother who smirked and snapped herself up a fire hose. In one blast she'd plastered both bickering males to the wall.

"That's better; it's actually quiet in here."

Tootie giggled at their dumbfounded expressions. "We'd better pry 'em down."

"I see you two have really hit it off," Cupid remarked referring to Des and Tootie.

"She's the best," Tootie exclaimed happily.

"And you're the cutest," Des lassoed Tootie with her tail and squeezed her tightly in adoration. "My Tootie Cutie Pie."

Tootie sweat dropped, she only hoped that embarrassing nickname never got out. Norm was already bad enough referring to her as snack food in and out of public.

"Well then kiddo I'd say you've got yourself two reasonably useful sidekicks." Cupid folded his arms, "At least she'll help you keep Mr. Grumpy Pants here in line."

"Oh that's right," Des beamed, "you're a 'special operative' aren't you?"

"In the loosest sense of the word," Norm murmured.

"Lay off pal," Des scolded, "she did rescue me."

"Speaking of which, what the heck was a genie's bottle doing in a love shrine?"

Des shrugged, "Don't ask me. Last I remember my pal Chartre was in charge of watching over my bottle."

"Well it's not like it matters now anyway," Cupid waved the matter off dismissively. "Now I'd better be getting back to my love nest. Got a big day tomorrow, lots of love to spread!" zipping down he elbowed Norm with a wink, "Maybe I'll even send a little your way."

Scowling Norm fought the pinkish tinge that was lining his cheeks. Des may be cute but he wasn't the one woman type. Why settle down now? He was in the peak of his golden years!

Des had started blushing too, Tootie's sly grin wasn't helping.

"Hmph," Des crossed her arms and looked away to hide her blush from Norm, "as if any girl deserved to get stuck with that creep."

Tootie and Cupid exchanged a knowing glance before he poofed away leaving two red-faced genies and one giggling godchild.

The End!

Amanda/Artiste: So why exactly did Chartre hide Des's bottle in a love shrine? Hn, that's a story for another time. ;-) But don't worry; I've already got chapter one of my new fic 'Double Trouble' up for you to read! Find out how Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda fell in love. Until next time, thanks for reading and please review!

Aphrodite: Well then I suppose that's it.

Twitter: Aw, I finally get to be in a post story segment and the story's already over!

Aphrodite: Don't worry darling, there'll be a sequel.

Twitter: Think we'll get roles in that too?

Aphrodite: My dear I am the Goddess of Love! Of course I'll have a role.

Twitter: What about me?

Aphrodite: :nervous smile: Well...I hear there's always a need for extras.

Twitter:blandly: Great, I'm the Binky of cherubs.

Poof!

Binky: :hands him a card: Welcome to the club, we meet third Tuesday of each month. Bring dip for the chips.