AN: Whoa, I'm back to my original fic . . . this is kinda awkward. So, uh, sorry it's been so long and, er, here it be!

'Why didn't I take that course on using magic without a wand?' Cosmo thought, angry at himself. Of course, he knew why he hadn't. First off, it had been a summer course and Cosmo had NOT wanted to go to school when he didn't have to. And secondly, it was an advanced course, admission at the teacher's choice. He could barely do magic with a wand, how could he using his mind?

Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that things had been getting serious with Wanda at the time. No, not serious like THAT (you perverts!).

The point was, he couldn't do anything without his wand. Two words could describe his situation:

Royally screwed.

'I forgot what a jerk this Crocker guy was.' The truth was, he barely remember Crocker as his god kid. It bothered him that such a chuck of his life could just disappear. Stupidity was one thing, but losing his memory was freaky. He wasn't that old.

Wanda floated a few feet away, totally visible and in acute pain. God, her arm stung. The stench of burnt flesh nauseated her. She couldn't escape it, as it was her own skin charred.

Here was an example of the downfall of being the smart one. She could read, quite clearly, the pleading look of desperation on her husband's face. She knew it was her job to find the way out of this. But she had nothing. Her mind ran away from right when she most needed it.

'crapcrapcrapcrapcrap,' She thought repeatedly. Her husband was screwed. Her god kid was screwed. She was screwed, and for all she knew all of Fairy World was screwed.

They'd lose there licenses over this.

'So what? We might die! That's a little more important than god parenting!'

Speaking of god parenting, where was Timmy? She hoped he'd at least gotten out of the room, though that wasn't much to hope for. His being invisible was the real trap, because she couldn't make him visible until he wished for it. If he had escaped, he'd been imperceptible for life. What kind of life was that?

'He's fine,' she reasoned, though her thoughts were now border line hysterical. She couldn't handle this!

Maybe Crocker couldn't handle this either.

Maybe, if he remembered them, he'd be unable to harm them. It wasn't much to hope for, after all, she barely remembered him. But if, and this was a big if, he could remember just a bit of his childhood, if he could remember how close they'd been (she assumed they'd been pretty close), maybe he'd set them free.

It was worth a shot.

Crocker continued to wield the swatter devise.

Wanda tried to dig into her memory banks. Okay . . . he was ten years old . . . they were hippies still . . . he was the god kid they had right after Bill Gates and right before future porn star Jakob Bailey (and he was such a sweet, wholesome child at the time). Alright, Crocker's mom had just gotten divorced and left him with a babysitter all the time. But she already knew all this stuff! Where was the important stuff?

No, wait. His dad had left when Crocker was a baby. His parents were never married!

Wanda doubted reminding her ex god child this would make him pity them.

Something felt wrong. Wanda stared at Crocker. She noticed something off about him. The way he was staring at her, completely openly, wasn't the look of glee at the fact that he'd just captured a fairy, his life's goal.

'Oh my God!' Wanda thought. This forty year old freak was hot for her!

AN: Uh oh! Now what's gonna happen? Stay tuned!