Hi ho, hi ho, its off to the comfy couch we go. To sit and watch Wanda and Cosmo, Hi ho, hi ho, hi ho, hi ho…

Okay, I broke down and in honor of my birthday (the 29th) and all those hiking off to college in the next two weeks, I'm giving you all chapter 10 a few days early. Enjoy! Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Trixie… happy birthday to me!

(…) means twin's telepathy and ((…)) means Cosmo and Wanda telepathy.

No, I don't own FOP or any reference to its varied characters mentioned herein, and unless the new episodes that follow 'School's Out' begin showing the love again, I wouldn't want to. So, for now, Butch Hartman can keep his name tacked on…even if it is for nothing more than the royalties at this point.

Oh…and I don't own The Big Comfy Couch either. That belongs to some broadcasting company in Tennessee I think. : )

Fairly OddParents : The Next Generation

Chapter 10. Hole in the Wall

Cosmo slammed into the side of the little chamber for the twentieth time only to find that just as with the first nineteen times, nothing had budged the least little bit.

He didn't like being here, where ever here was, and he certainly didn't like the fact that it was pitch black as well. The place smelled bad, was far too small and gave him a very funny feeling. Not a good funny feeling. A bad funny feeling. Actually, it was more of a terrifying, horrible, something bad is going to happen soon funny feeling. And Cosmo didn't like any of it one bit.

Truthfully speaking, Cosmo was scared out of his wits over his predicament. Had he been this scared any other time, he might have reverted to a thumb sucking catatonic state to avoid the reality of it. But right now, he couldn't. He didn't dare.

It was not bravery or courage that held him to stay alert and actively fight his pitch black prison. It was worry flat out. Worry, for Wanda.

When he'd opened his eyes to find himself trapped in this prison, he did the first thing he'd always done when he was terrified. He had called to Wanda. But she hadn't answered him. Not in voice or in telepathy and only after yelling for her for nearly five minutes did he realize that it was even worse than that. He discovered that he could not feel her presence either.

Cosmo had never in his life truly contemplated how he knew when his wife was close or when she was far away. He'd never needed too. All he could say was that he just…knew. It was just a part of him to be able to sense her and her often variable moods. It had been that way for as long as he could remember. Well, at least since the day they had been married. But when he'd realized that the touch of her upon his soul was gone…he'd been more worried for where Wanda was and whether she was okay then even for his own predicament. All that mattered to him right now was getting out of there and finding his precious Wanda to make sure she was alright.

Some people might have found this rather uncharacteristic behavior for Fairy World's biggest idiot. The truth was however, that there were just some things that really did matter to him. And when such things were threatened, particularly that which really did mean most to him, he managed, for however brief a time, to find a certain almost paranormal clarity to his general thoughts. It was this that he fell into as he tried to understand why he could not sense his beloved Wanda.

Was he too far away to sense her?

No. That couldn't be right. They'd been as separated as they could possibly be on more than one occasion when one or the other was in Fairy World (and once when he'd flown to Yugopatamia to measure its distance from the earth) while the other had remained on earth and he'd been able to sense her, so that couldn't have been it.

Was she unconscious? Hurt and unable to answer? That couldn't be it either. Even when in the deepest of sleep he always knew when she was there and when she wasn't. Too many times in their many years together Wanda had left their bedroom unable to sleep and Cosmo had woken up within moments of it. Occasionally, sensing her worry or unhappiness over something, he had followed her out to see what was up. More often, he'd just fallen back to sleep knowing she was just having a long night. It of course to his mind would play the same way if she was out and he was up.

Cosmo refused to believe in the possibility, refused to even acknowledge it really, that she could possibly be dead. There was no way that could ever be. Not with Wanda. No way Jose, not gonna' happen, never in a million years or more, and not even in a nightmare. Wanda was just too darn smart to let that happen. As far as he was concerned, she was immortal.

So what other option was there? Could the trap itself have something to do with it? Was there something about the way it was made that was keeping him from finding Wanda or speaking to her telepathically?

It was certainly preventing him from doing any magic that was for sure. He'd tried blasting his way out of it but nothing, save for the 'thhiiiipppt' of a failed spell, happened. Not even his most panicked and powerfully focused attempt brought any change as to his station.

Cosmo sat down slowly with a sniffle. He'd never felt so empty before. He'd never felt so alone. So useless…

Being without Wanda like this, was horrible. It was loneliness and despair defined for Cosmo. To be without the presence of the only person in the whole universe who right from the very beginning believed in him, who gave him any trust, who loved him unconditionally no matter how stupid a level he fell to…this was a nightmare come alive for him. And double that with not being able to tell whether she was even alive… Well, it was not making for a happy ending to what had been a relatively good day.

He'd been having the best time playing with Tommy all day. He'd eaten twenty different kinds of pies during the pie eating contest (he hadn't even known that there were that many kinds of pies out there!), had finally managed to memorize enough of that virtual reality game 'Bone Crusher' to get past level one, had been king of the mole people for two and half hours before Tommy and the mole men had been able to over throw him, and they'd been finishing the day with a great game of hide and seek with the Vic-Bot.

And that's when it had happened.

He'd been flying about in the living room, trying to find a really great hiding place, when something had managed to grab him from behind and without seeing even once who or what it was, he'd been slammed into this dark little prison almost violently. Cosmo wasn't sure, but he thought he may have even blacked out for a few moments. His head had certainly hurt afterwards like he had been knocked out cold.

He rubbed the sore spot at the back of his head carefully as it throbbed in remembrance. He couldn't even use any healing magic to make the pain go away. That was so not fair. Maybe if Wanda were here, she could have made it all better…

Cosmo suddenly started. No maybes about it. Wanda could have definitely made it all better. She would have been able to get them out there too. She was just strong and determined that way. Nothing held her back or down. She rarely made mistakes, well hardly ever anyway, and she just didn't believe in quitting no matter hard the situation was. She was a zillion times the fairy godparent he ever dared dream he could be.

He sighed heavily.

Even if she couldn't do any magic in here like him, she probably would have been thinking up some other way to get out and not just sitting there uselessly like he was. She would have had to be doing something and she wouldn't sit still until she had exhausted every possibility.

It was then that he lifted his useless wand before his eyes even though the darkness was too deep to see through. The only reason he still held it was because it was like a comforting blanket. A presence that was familiar despite the abrupt change. But honestly, what was it doing otherwise?

Taking up a hand that would have been free to seek another way out.

Cosmo gave his wand a firm frown before he slipped it into his back pocket. Now there was nothing stopping him from trying to find some other escape route. Maybe there was something he'd missed in all his thrashing about.

He quickly moved to his hands and knees and began to slowly feel his way along the floor of the cell. This he followed up by tackling the doomed ceiling and then there followed the circular wall. He followed every edge, tested every joint, counted as best he could every piece of sheet metal used to design the structure, and after almost half an hour of trying, was just about to give up…when his fingers slipped across and past it.

Cosmo froze.

He ran his fingers backwards…and caught it again. He moved his fingers over it and felt out what he had found.

It was a bolt.

A single bolt that stuck out of the wall ever so slightly, it had not been flush mounted as the others had. It had been screwed into place only enough to ensure a seal, but that was all. Either someone had made a mistake, or someone had been doing a half awake job and not reported that a bolt would not go all the way in properly. Either way, Cosmo saw it for what it was. Salvation.

Cosmo immediately began to pry at it, finding quickly that it twisted with some difficulty to the left and so he set to work with both hands, working at the errant little bolt until it finally fell out of its drill well with a satisfying little metallic 'ching'. The resulting hole was small, but not so small that Cosmo could not get one finger into it and begin to pull at the panel. Slowly, ever so horribly slowly, he felt that section of wall bend further and further in until, with only three and a half inches of space granted, he could move it no more and a dim orange/red strip of light greeted his eyes.

Cosmo stopped his pulling and peered through the space he had made. Unable to see much except that tiny sliver of light, he pulled back before slipping his arm through the hole and groped about blindly in the outer recesses. He was just able to reach an outer metal wall when he found a cotter pin clip. He tugged at it, yanked at it, wrenched at it even as best he could until it finally slipped out of the two little rings that had held it in place.

There was another rewarding sound of something falling and Cosmo reached around to feel for the other cotter pin, but there was nothing else within reach. Not even the outer wall was close enough to do more than push at it with his fingertips to see that it moved ever so slightly under the pressure of his hand.

For a moment, he was sure he had reached the end of his luck. He was sure he would find nothing else and he had wasted his precious energy and time trying all in vain. Until he remembered his wand.

Or rather sat on it.

Fearing that he again had failed, as he usually always did, he'd gone to sit back in dismal frustration when he'd felt the star of his wand dig into his back painfully, causing him to jump up and grab it from where it had rested. It was then that he'd had his one fizzling moment of inspiration.

Cosmo moved back over to the space in the wall and stuck his arm and wand into the recess. Once through, he put the tip of the wand against the one movable edge of the outside panel and pushed against it. The panel leaned out with the push, but did not quite come back all the way when he relaxed his arm. He pushed again and the metal sheet pushed out again, though further this time. As more and more of the dimming, late evening, light poured in, Cosmo continued to push against the panel until it would go no further.

He looked out at the passing scenery through the two inch gap he'd managed to create, but was quite unable to recognize where he was at. He hoped that it wouldn't matter as he stuck out the end of his wand. All he needed was to be able to do a little magic.

Cosmo tried a spell of transportation, but there was nothing but a dismal raspberry.

Okay…maybe that had been too much. Maybe instead, he could affect his prison somehow.

Again there was only a raspberry.

Frustration bit at Cosmo. What good was being able to stick his wand outside if he couldn't get the darn thing to work?

With an impatient growl Cosmo sent his own magical energy through the wand haphazardly in mild anger, not expecting anything to happen as up to this point nothing had. He was immensely surprised however, when a small short blast of magic did erupt away from the tip of his wand to hit a mailbox and with a green poof, it was suddenly turned into a bush…in the shape of a fish.

Cosmo stared in shock before he grinned. Now he understood. Here was at least a bit of something! He could not effect any magic while in the cell and he could do nothing magically against the cell, but he could still somewhat affect what was outside a little with his wand tip beyond the boundaries of the prison.

The green haired fairy gave a grim but determined nod to himself. He could use this and he most definitely would. With intended purpose, Cosmo began to send out the short blasts of magic every ten seconds to mark his passing.

'Bread crumbs!' thought Cosmo happily as he remembered the first bedtime story he had heard Timmy read to Tommy and Tammy.

At least he didn't have to worry about any birds eating his trail. If any did, well, those were birds to be feared. Maybe even worshiped. He'd definitely be hiding from them that was for sure. Seriously. Birds that could eat bushes were definitely something to be worried over.

"Oh, please Wanda! Find the trail before the mutant birds eat it first!" pleaded Cosmo to himself as he continued to shoot magic out of the hole in the wall.

Awww! Was Cosmo not the sweetest thing trying his hardest to get out there? All because he's worried about Wanda. I love love, don't you? Lol. This chapter does seem a bit short doesn't it? And it dosen't yet give you any more info then you already had does it? Ah well. I managed to say everything I needed to for it and when I went over it (about twenty times) before posting, I just couldn't come up with any more to add to it. Don't, worry. The next is definitely longer. I promise.

Thank you's are most gratefully extended to the following…

Faye Lunacorn - Hello fellow resident of the Denial-ville! There's always room on the BCC for another! Lol. I just love harrying guys like Jorgen a little once on a while. Its so much fun! That and I figured he deserved it for chasing Aerinsoul around! Anways…re the Timmy thing… Unfortunately he does have just a smidge of the clueless-ness that the adults of Dimmsdale seem to practically exude in waves. However, he isn't quite as bad. He's just very busy being a detective and all. He'll run into the kids a little later on though and be just a bit curious with whatever is going on with them. And I know I told someone else this, but I'll tell you all too…Tim does have a chance to 'talk' to the fish before this is all said and done. I can't tell you much more than that though as I don't want to go jumping too far ahead. As usual, thank you sooo much for your reviews.

Aerinsoul - I really felt for Wanda too during that last one. Losing any and all proof that your significant other is even still alive? Well, I know I wouldn't want to have to deal with that. And I apologize for the cliffies. By some oddly strange quirk of nature I happen to love the suspense of a good cliffhanger and find them weaseling their way in to my stories with wild abandon. So sorry it drives you nuts though. To heck with Wandissimo cooking. I think I'll just have him take me out to some nice five star restaurant. I'm sure a fairy with his sexiness can get in anywhere. I'll just let him spend a little money on me. He he!

Commander - Lol. Wow. I feel like some kind of drug dealer here. I've got you so addicted you just have to have more. Just remember not to shot the delivery girl or you won't get your fixes. Lol. Yes, all will be revealed…just not for a few more chapters. I just love to build the suspense. I know you and the others hate it, but it does take time to make sure I don't make any mistakes in plot. You know me and perfectionism. I am a Virgo after all! Here's hoping college treats you right and you have the time of your life! Oh, and you get all the learning you need to do well at your future chosen profession. He he. Have to be good and remind you all that College is for more than just a good party!

And if RyukoDragonHalf still happens to be out there (ahem)…I was just wondering if you were the same RyukoDragon with the pics on Deviant Art. If so, I have to tell you that the pikku pics of C&W you have are awesome! "Magical Moment" has been particularly inspirational for me as I work on an additional chapter to my other M rated FOP story! If you're not the same RD, then sorry for the confusion!

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