Mama Cosma floated cheerily into Cosmo room. Her smile faltered a little as she saw the still unsigned divorce papers.

"What are you waiting for Cosmo?" she asked gently. "Sign them."

"Uhm, Mama, I..."

"You're not having doubts, are you Cosmo?" she asked, her voice a little harder. "You know you have to sign. You know you'll be better off without her. You know you don't love her."

"Yeah, but..."

"But nothing Cosmo! Now why haven't you signed!"

Cosmo twisted his hands, looking around as he tried to think. He was so confused; he needed time to think. A lot of time. Something inside him knew it'd be a mistake to sign the divorce papers before he had.

"I just need time!" he shouted.

"Time for what?" Mamma Cosma asked sharply

"Uhm...I just...uhm...well, signing the divorce is so important...I want to do it properly. I want time to practice my signature."

Mama Cosma's expression softened and she smiled at Cosmo.

"Oh Cosmo, of course you do! We're going to want it to look nice so we can frame it and hang it on the wall. You take all the time you need sweetie. But not too long!"

"No Mama," replied Cosmo as his mother left the room with a smile, closing the door behind her. As soon as she had Cosmo sighed and floated to the floor. His thoughts were going all over the place and he had trouble focusing on just one. Taking in a deep breath, he talked to himself. "Just calm down Cosmo. This could be the most important thing you think about in your whole life. You just need to concentrate..." Cosmo groaned and let his head fall into his hands. He couldn't concentrate properly. If only he had Wanda to talk about this with. She'd help him figure it out. But there was no way he could go to her and talk to her now. Not after what they had said to each other. Plus he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow Wanda had slipped further away from him. It was a very distracting and unsettling feeling, and he had a feeling it had something to do with Juandissimo. Juandissimo….

Suddenly Cosmo sat up straight. Juandissimo had been on the phone with his mother! That much he could concentrate on. He remembered they had mentioned something about a plan… What plan? What plan could his mother and Juandissimo have together that could possibly have anything to do with his and Wanda's divorce? Cosmo scrunched his face up, gritting his teeth as the different elements of what he had just thought tried to come together and tell him something. He knew, somehow, they were important and the answer was desperately trying to come together in his head. There it was…no, gone again…wait, there….no…yes, that was it!…no wait…yes…no…yes…

"No!" shouted Cosmo in despair as the fleeting idea vanished from his head. He had been so close to figuring it out! He was starting to get a headache, and he was running out of time before his mother would come back in and make him sign the divorce papers.

"Maybe I should just sign them…" Cosmo said to himself, bringing them closer. After all, he and Wanda had fought worse than they ever had in their whole time of being married. He had even said he would never go back there again. And Wanda had seemed quite happy on the bed with Juandissimo… Cosmo gritted his teeth and picked up the pen. Besides, signing would make his mother happy. But it would also make Juandissimo happy. He didn't want his biggest enemy to be happy. But it would make his mother happy.

Wait, Cosmo suddenly thought. Mama happy…Juandissimo happy…Mama happy…Juandissimo happy…

"Hmmm," said Cosmo, sucking the end of his pen. "This sure will make a lot of people happy! Now where did Mama say I had to sign?"

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When Wanda woke up, she felt a pair of strong arms around her. She moved into them with a smile, immediately thinking of Cosmo. But then she woke up a little more and realised that Cosmo's arms had never felt like that. Opening her eyes, she remembered with a jolt both sickening and exciting exactly what had happened. She would probably never lie in Cosmo's arms again. But here were a pair of strong and protective arms that would gladly hold her forever.

"Hello Juandissimo," she said with a smile.

"Hola mi amour," said Juandissimo, smiling back and kissing her gently. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very well," said Wanda. Then her smile faded and she sighed.

"Wanda, what is wrong?"

"I was just thinking about Timmy," she explained.

"Well do not think about Timmy," said Juandissimo, leaning forward to kiss her again. Wanda gently pushed him away.

"Juandissimo, I think we should talk."

He sighed with frustration. "Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

"About Timmy. I love you, but I'm still his godparent. I can't just leave him…"

"Of course you can not," said Juandissimo, smiling understandingly. "I would not ask you to. I will always be here to help you, and I'll always be there for Timmy. I hope that one day, he may come to consider me as his fairy godfather."

"Oh Juandissimo, thankyou for being so understanding," said Wanda with a smile, hugging him while Juandissimo privately smirked. They kissed again and just as Juandissimo was thinking he could take it somewhere, Wanda pulled away.

"Wanda, what…?"

"Timmy's calling," she said with an apologetic smile. "I have to go to him."

Juandissimo scowled and gritted his teeth as Wanda got out of bed and poofed out of the room. He didn't think the boy would still be such a problem. But surely he would be no problem to get rid of, Juandissimo thought to himself to calm down. He had gotten rid of that green haired idiot; how much harder could a ten-year-old be to deal with?

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As Wanda reappeared in Timmy's room, she swayed slightly. God, why had that taken so much magic from her? She had poofed out of the fishbowl a million times with…with…

"Wanda, are you okay?" asked Timmy from where he was standing on the floor.

"I'm just fine sport," said Wanda, smiling at him and shaking off that weird feeling. "Now, what do you want?"

"I want to know if you and Cosmo have figured something out yet. I know you guys had a pretty bad fight. But you can still work something out, right?"

"Actually sport, Cosmo and I did sort something out. The divorce. It might be a little difficult for you at first, but it's for the best."

"You mean you guys are divorced already!" cried Timmy in distress.

"Well, not technically," said Wanda. "I still have to sign the papers. I don't know wether Cosmo has or not, but he will soon."

"No he won't," muttered Timmy. "I bet you won't either."

"What was that sport?" asked Wanda.

"Nothing," said Timmy sulkily. "So if you guys are getting divorced…"

"Not if, Timmy. We are."

"Whatever. So if you get divorced, will I see Cosmo again? Who's going to be my godparent?"

"Probably me," said Wanda. "Jorgen wouldn't let C…Cosmo godparent alone."

"You didn't tell me if I'll see him again," said Timmy challengingly.

"Sport, you're not making this easy…" said Wanda, her hands twisting around her wand.

"I think it would be best if Cosmo stayed out of our lives," said a new voice in the conversation, and both looked to see Juandissimo floating next to Wanda.

"What's he doing here?" Timmy asked angrily, glaring at the muscular fairy.

"Timmy, just calm down," said Wanda. "I know that C…C…Cosmo leaving must…must be hard for…you, but you have to get used to the fact he's not going to be around any…anymore."

Timmy watched, the scowl still on his face, as Juandissimo put an arm around Wanda and kissed her soothingly on the cheek.

Wanda smiled at him gratefully and said, "I'm okay." Juandissimo nodded but continued to hold her. Timmy, although he was young, knew from watching his parents, his godparents and his soap operas that Juandissimo had no business holding Wanda like that. Unless…

"I still want to know why he's here," Timmy asked sharply.

"Now Timmy, this might be hard for you to understand, but I love Juandissimo very much, and he's going to be…"

"You love Cosmo!" Timmy shouted, making Wanda gasp before giving him a firm look.

"Timmy, Cosmo's gone! Don't ever mention him again! You're just a ten year old boy who doesn't understand anything!"

Wanda watched as Timmy's eyes filled with tears and immediately felt horrible for what she had said.

"Sport, I'm so sorry! I don't know why I said that. I love you Timmy, and I'm sorry."

"Wanda, do not worry," said Juandissimo, holding her arm to stop her flying down to her godson. "You are tired and upset. You should go back into the castle and rest."

"Yeah…" said Wanda, not having taken her gaze off Timmy. Juandissimo frowned and pulled Wanda's head to face him.

"And when you are there my love, you will find some papers on the bed side table you should sign."

"Uh huh," said Wanda, her worried eyes wandering back to her sniffing godchild.

Juandissimo frowned again; this would never do. Suddenly he kissed her long and deeply. Timmy, watching them from the floor, gagged and looked away. When the kiss ended, Wanda barely remembered Timmy was there at all.

"You know what you have to do mi amour," whispered Juandissimo. Wanda nodded and poofed into the castle.

Timmy wiped away the last of his tears as he and Juandissimo were left alone in the room.

"I don't know how you got Wanda to think she doesn't love Cosmo anymore, but she's smart. She'll figure out what you've done."

"Oh Timmy, so suspicious," sighed Juandissimo sadly. But then his expression changed to a smirk as he looked at the young boy. "And I did not make Wanda think anything. All I did was help her realise she doesn't love Cosmo anymore."

"But you know that's a lie," said Timmy angrily.

"Is it?" challenged Juandissimo, still smirking. "I have very good evidence to say it's the truth. You heard her yourself; she loves me now. And yes, she is smart. But I do not think she will figure anything out. Not while I am here to offer her… other distractions."

"Yeah, well, there's still Cosmo…" Timmy started to say, but was cut off by a harsh laugh from Juandissimo.

"Please, Timothy. Cosmo? He can barely figure out which way is up."

"Well, you're still not going to get away with this!" said Timmy angrily.

"Wrong," said Juandissimo, indulging himself with a smile, "for two reasons. One; I already have. And two; who is going to stop me?"

"I will!" he exclaimed.

"I do not think so Timmy. I have heard you described recently as…what was it? Oh yes; just a ten year old boy who does not understand anything." Timmy bristled at the comment and gritted his teeth in anger. "Besides," continued Juandissimo. "Very soon, you will not matter at all."

"What do you mean?" asked Timmy slowly, looking distrustfully at the fairy in front of him.

"I have to get Wanda away from here," explained Juandissimo. "It, and you, remind her of things she should not be thinking of. So as soon as the opportunity arrises, I will make sure she is exposed as your Fairy Godparent. Then Jorgen will take her away, you will forget her, and in time, she will forget Cosmo."

"You're going to get rid of me!" exclaimed Timmy. "You wouldn't…"

"I would," interrupted Juandissimo. "And I will."

"But…but Wanda loves me!" said Timmy. "She'd be miserable if she lost me as well!"

"Do not flatter yourself," spat Juandissimo. "Wanda will be fine when she loses you. And she will be even better when together, she and I have a godchild of our own."

"I hate you," growled Timmy. "And I'm going to stop you, and I'm going to get my godparents back together. And you were wrong about one thing, Juandissimo," continued Timmy as Juandissimo raised an eyebrow. "Wanda will never forget Cosmo."

"You really think so?" said Juandissimo, his voice dangerously soft. "I'm not sorry to tell you this, but once again you are wrong. Wanda will forget Cosmo, because she wants to forget him. And she will never take him back, not now she knows I am better than him in every way. Now if you'll excuse me, my future wife needs me."

Timmy glared at the fishbowl Juandissimo disappeared into, and continued to glare at it for a long time.