Author's Note (Wanda Wish)- It's alive! People may have believed this story was dead (us included), but a bout of creativity struck and Chpter 6 is done and ready for you to read!

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A life without Wanda.

That's what divorce meant. And isn't that what his mother had always told him he wanted? But somehow, deep down, Cosmo just didn't think that was right. Yes, Wanda was sometimes all the horrible things his mother said she was, and yes, she had kissed Juandissimo. But the thought of divorcing her was one that didn't sit comfortably with him. He was still in love with her, no matter how much he or his mother tried to convince him he wasn't.

But when was he ever right about anything? Never. He needed other people to tell him what was right, and that's what his mother was doing. She knew what was best for him. All she'd ever wanted was for him to be happy. So if that was true, why was he feeling so miserable now?

Wanda whispered his mother's voice in his head. She had driven into him the fact that every negative feeling he had, he had because of his selfish, cheating wife.

But there was still a small quiet voice in his head that said that wasn't right. He wasn't quite sure what wasn't right, but every time he tried to make himself believe Wanda was the source of all his problems, the voice was there, quietly suggesting otherwise.

Cosmo groaned and put his head in his hands. He'd never been more confused in his life.

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When Timmy woke up that morning, the first thing he noticed after he sat up was Wanda sitting at his window.

"Wanda?" he asked hesitantly. Why would she risk being seen so blatantly, and why would she sit staring out the window in the first place?

She blinked and seemed to rouse herself out of a deep contemplation. "Hi Timmy," she said, turning to look at him.

"Wanda, have you…have you been crying?"

"No sport," lied Wanda with a small smile.

"Wanda, where's Cosmo?" asked Timmy.

"Cosmo's not going to be around for much longer, kiddo," said Wanda, trying desperately to keep her voice steady.

"Well, why not?" asked Timmy. "Did Jorgen make him stop being a godparent?"

Oh, it was so tempting to lie to him just then. It would be easily believed, and would avoid all kinds of messy questions and painful explanations. But Wanda prided herself in lying as little as possible to her godkids, when the other adults in their lives did all too often.

She opened her mouth to explain about the divorce, but the words stuck painfully in her throat. She closed her mouth and swallowed thickly before looking out the window again. "No," was all she said.

Timmy frowned; he could tell Wanda was upset and that there was something she wasn't telling him. In fact, there was a whole lot she wasn't telling him. Cosmo didn't just disappear everyday, and Wanda didn't just sit at his window looking like an emotional wreck. He jumped down from his bed and moved over to his godmother, sitting down next to her and putting a hand on her arm.

"Wanda," he said gently. "Are you okay?"

"No," she answered again, this time with a small, sad smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Do you want a hug?"

Wanda looked at him with an expression of surprise and gratitude. "Yes."

The ten year old moved so he could hug his fairy godparent, and he couldn't help but sense a feeling of overwhelming sadness and confusion. He was about to press her with another question, hoping she might feel calm enough to give him some answers, when he heard a poof in his room. He looked over to the source of the sound, fully expecting to see Cosmo there, but instead he saw a fairy he wasn't expecting at all.

"Juandissimo?" he gasped in astonishment.

"Yes, it is I, Juandissimo Magnifico," he answered, twirling his wand between his fingers. "And I do not think you are needed here any longer, Timothy."

"Huh?" said Timmy.

"I am here now. I can take care of my beloved Wanda."

Timmy looked at Juandissimo like he was crazy. What was he doing here, and why did he think he should be comforting Wanda? Timmy looked at his godmother questioningly, and she nodded in response.

"It's okay Timmy," she said softly. "You can go. I'll be okay."

"But…" Timmy began to protest.

"You heard her. Out." Juandissimo ushered Timmy to the door then quickly flew to the miserable pink-haired fairy at the window.

There's something funny going on here Timmy decided as he watched Juandissimo hold Wanda close and speak softly to her. And he was going to find out what.

As soon as he'd had breakfast, that is.