Author's Note: Doubtlessly, you've seen a certain author 'flame' me. She actually created a new account because I blocked her old one. Feh.

At any rate, the show goes on regardless of how she feels in the matter. If you guys have followed me for a while, you know I really could care less how one person feels. I'm not going to tear down everything I've established just to suit her. I'm not teamrocket54 anymore and she's not Orinocono. I won't let her hurt me.

After a bit of a break (sorry about that, you guys, but I need to flex my reading muscle too), here is chapter two. If you guys recognize Sophie, that's because she's from TOS. Think of "Wishful Thinking" as an AU of an AU. It's an alternate universe in that Timmy does not have Cosmo and Wanda, but he still exists, and another in that Sophie does exist…as Elisa's best friend.

Fairly Oddparents is not mine nor does it belong to my 'ilk'. Sophie belongs to me.

Chapter Two: Enter Sophie

Elisa slammed her lunch tray harshly on the metal counter and smirked, enjoying its resonating notes. The lunch lady scowled, nonplussed, but slopped an unidentifiable substance on her plate nonetheless. Wrinkling her nose, she pivoted when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She tensed, ready to smack them in the face, when her guard dropped immediately. Thanks to her recent confession and its ensuing trouble, she was ready to bite anyone's head off, but not this girl. Bewildered brown eyes, impossibly knowledgeable, indeed beyond her years, held hers while she struggled to clutch both the tray and her wayward book.

"Um, hi," Sophie murmured, fingers scrambling over The Onion Girl. Hesitant because her best friend seemed rather hostile, she retreated. Unfortunately, her book skidded a few centimeters and received a splattering. Mind taken off the conundrum, she hastily wiped it down. My precious book…

Grabbing her by the arm, she directed her towards the metal lunch tables. To their right sat a pretty teenager with raven hair bound in pigtails that swayed slightly as she tucked her feet underneath. She glanced up when a brown haired boy, adjusting his silly pink hat, entered. Their eyes met, hers holding a question he failed to answer. Instead, he sauntered away, leaving the girl despondent and half heartedly stirring her mashed whatever it was.

"That Timmy Turner's such a jerk," Elisa muttered, settling herself and giving him the evil eye. The boy in question hardly noticed her scorn; he occupied himself by telling an amusing anecdote about a certain fairy obsessed teacher who had followed them into junior high. His friends chuckled and Elisa mimicked them derisively. For as long as either girl remembered, Elisa disliked Timmy Turner and his cronies. Sophie wasn't exactly certain why, but something about an altercation during kindergarten. It was ridiculous, but asking her to forfeit it was like asking her to confess to Cosmo and Wanda publicly.

Sophie nodded without actually agreeing, absently wiping stray particles from the cover. Her fingers lovingly traced the outlines, but she knew better than to open it. Besides, the line connecting her and her absent fairy godmother had changed to an unusual color. She blinked, verifying it, but it remained unchanged. Pink, indicating romantic entanglements, but black tinged with grey, confusion and the death of an established relationship, on Wanda's unseen end.

This special power of hers was what let her discuss Cosmo and Wanda openly with Elisa. As it turned out, Sophie had fairy ancestors and though the blood line had thinned considerably, she possessed the ability to glimpse spiritual and physical connections between others. When she discovered Elisa's bizarre link to a pink milk carton and its green straw, the truth became unavoidable. Jorgen, while disliking the exception immensely, was forced to permit it and actually gave Sophie books about how to exercise her powers. Since Sophie's birth, she'd read the signs, however, and the books were quite useless, but she had a feeling his wife, the Tooth Fairy, had put him up to it anyway. Something about screwing up other worlds…

" 'Lise?" Sophie murmured, uncertain whether she ought to feign enthusiasm in today's luncheon 'feast' or simply cast it aside like she normally did. Its putrescent odor robbed her of any hunger pangs. In fact, at the moment, she could safely say she no longer recalled what hunger felt like. Nausea gripped her.

"I mean, every day it's the same damn thing. It's obvious she wants him, but he's pathetically pining after that stupid Trixie Tang. That boy needs a good slap in the back of head with a two by four," she muttered darkly, waving her fork threateningly in his direction. Chester, A.J., and Timmy selected a table diametrically opposed to Tootie's and pretended it was empty. It drove Elisa insane; couldn't the boy see what was right in front of him?

"Uh, huh," Sophie replied, aware that was a superficial concern on the part of her best friend. If she was going to rant and rave about Timmy, then she could get back to her book. She retrieved her gargoyle bookmark, gently laid it aside, and raised it to her eyes. The line connecting Elisa and her godmother suddenly twanged, throbbing and indicating terse thoughts. Okay, that was it. Jilly, Raylene, and her namesake could wait. Obviously, Timmy Turner and his cronies were a cover for something.

"So, what happened with you and Wanda?" Sophie said in a would be casual voice, scanning the perimeter to ensure they spoke clandestinely. Of course, it hardly mattered if anyone heard "Wanda", but the subject itself broached secrecy. Elisa jumped, glancing around guiltily. No pink posters appeared nor green ornaments. Meanwhile, the hand grasping her plastic fork shook, its knuckles turning white. The strawberry blonde haired girl placed her other hand atop, but it helped not. She mentally cursed.

"You know, Sophe, I don't feel like lunch right now. Maybe I'll go to the library-" she began and Sophie snorted, firmly convinced there was something wrong. Elisa seldom went to the library- not because she disliked reading terribly, but because she hated the librarians and they loathed her. It was an unwritten code of conduct that within seconds of entering, she'd be scolded and Elisa would shoot off her mouth in retaliation. Words would be exchanged and, in the end, Sophie wound up clutching her newest prizes and hightailing it out of there, Elisa in tow. She might possess a limited amount of magic, but the ability to universally irritate librarians had to be a sort of magic on its own. At least, that was the polite way to state it.

"How long have you had a crush on her?" Sophie intoned, leaning back in her chair. She fought a smirk at her priceless expression. Bemused- how could she know? Anger- how dare she bring it up casually! Despair- what was she going to do now? The last descended like a vulture on her shoulder and she sighed, propping her head on her palms. Raucous laughter, like the braying of jackasses, rent the air and in unison, both girls turned in that direction. Elisa cast them a surreptitious look, but Sophie's was weary, like an older woman regarding unruly children and far too busy and tired to apprehend them.

"That's ridiculous! C'mon, Sophe, you know I like boys," she tried desperately and mousy cinnamon hair twirling, the other girl shook her head. She gave her a penetrating look, strikingly similar to Wanda's, and Elisa shirked. The bond off shooting Wanda's met a cool blue link and temporarily distracted, she gnawed her lip contemplatively. She'd never observed this one before, but annoyance flashed across. Oh, well. She'd ask her later. This took precedence.

"How did she react when you told her?" she continued, pretending Elisa had never objected. Brushing her hair in front of her eyes to obscure her face, she nonetheless flinched.

"Cosmo…attacked me," Elisa muttered dully, sweeping her lunch, tray and all, into a nearby trash can. She buried her hands in her hair, swallowed hard, and finally met her eyes briefly before laying her head on the table.

The obvious question coming to Sophie's mind was 'for telling her?', but intuitively, she understood there was more held back. Shutting her eyes, she searched for the direct question, the one leading to the unwilling response but one she sought. While she might distinguish emotional ties, mental processes were a different matter. Feelings came from the heart, thoughts from the head. Her magic simply didn't stretch far enough to gaze into Elisa deep enough to unravel what incited his reaction. Moments ticked by in silence for the otherwise unoccupied table; elsewhere, Trixie Tang pronounced her beauty for the umpteenth time and Timmy drooled until A.J. shut his mouth. Tootie sighed, threw out the rest of her lunch, and walked away before she saw anything else upsetting.

"You invoked his jealousy…" Sophie murmured, piecing it together. Experience taught her the only thing to accomplish that particular feat was…

"You came onto her?" she continued in disbelief and the girl inclined her head in agreement.

"But she's your-" Sophie fumbled, stunned. "How could you-?"

"I know what she is!" Elisa hissed, raising her head and staring determinedly at the ceiling. It offered her no answers; a few stray pencils stood straight, the remnants of someone's boredom mixed with bravado, no doubt. What resembled coffee pockmarked the tiles as well, in addition to spit wads. A long, brown haired man wearing a suit scoffed, cerulean eyes cold when he glanced at Timmy Turner and company. He opened his mouth to speak, thought better of it, and marched off.

"I don't know how it happened…" she moaned. "C'mon, Sophe, you're the genius. Tell me how to fix it."

For once, Sophie had no solution.

(Meanwhile…)

The phone rang shrilly, slicing into her already splayed nerves. Wanda massaged her temples, keen to let it continue another minute. Cosmo, green eyes widened frightfully after her recent 'lecture' about how to behave in front of their godchild and proper procedures, observed it and the pink haired fairy fitfully. He motioned towards the receiver, brushed his fingertips across it, and then leapt back like it scalded him. At the moment, Wanda personally couldn't care less if her husband ruined her sister's life by giving her the wrong advice. She needed a quiet place to think about the day's occurrences, not an insistent telephone and a clueless spouse. A few hours remained before school ended and she still hadn't the faintest clue how to face her.

The phone silenced and she breathed a sigh of relief. Good, her twin finally figured out how to address her own problems. That left her free to ponder the dilemma of Elisa and her newfound crush. Underappreciated by her godchildren, yes, most of the time, but placed on a pedestal, rarely if ever. Cosmo was more 'kid friendly', less wanton to reinforce rules and boundaries, less prone to lectures and 'nagging', and generally, more popular. Of course, her godchildren loved her because she cared for and comforted them more than their maternal parents, but when it came to fun and adventure, Cosmo was it. With all their attention focused on him, she wound up on a back burner. What to do now when the situation was essentially reversed and the spotlight lit her up like a Christmas tree bedecked?

"Wanda…" Cosmo whined, flinging himself at her. "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lose control…it just sort of happened."

Stiffening, in no mood to contend with whether or not he could manage his jealousy, she gently pushed him away. The winds howled outside, warning her private reflection meant freezing. Yet she desperately needed time to decide the best course of action and knew thinking this aloud with Cosmo would be a mistake. He might be fine now, but when Elisa returned, he'd start getting catty. Raking a hand through her pink, curly bun, she sighed heavily. How long could she leave Cosmo alone without him destroying everything in sight? At least no godchild lingered nearby, expecting wishes.

"I…I know, sweetie," she replied, clenching her teeth at an all too familiar yellow poof. Whirling around, fingers clutching the wand tightly enough to splinter the wood, she came face to face with her twin. Blonda waved a handkerchief nonchalantly, greeting her 'audience', which right now happened to be her irate sister and her temporarily distracted husband. No matter where she went, she prostrated like she owned the place. Other than her father or Cosmo's mother, she was the last creature she wanted to see. She knew if she told her about her problems, she'd selfishly direct her back to her own. And right now, Wanda would rather cram that handkerchief down her throat than listen to her bemoan her fate.

"You didn't answer," Blonda cried, twirling her handkerchief. The expression on her face said clearly "my life is more important than yours, so why shouldn't you drop everything when I call?". A crack rent the air and Wanda glanced to see she'd partially broken her wand. Cosmo gulped, instinctively retreating.

"Did the thought ever occur to you that maybe, just maybe, I'm having a problem of my own and can't possibly rush to your aid every single time you call?" Wanda retorted, barely capping her rage. Splinters wedged themselves in her hand and blood trickled from the cut. She'd like nothing more than to fling it in her face and snap, "you have magic, don't you? Fix it yourself!"

"Your goddaughter's not here," Blonda pointed out, and, in her mind, displayed all the intellect of a five year old. One of the windows cracked and, whimpering, Cosmo took cover under the sheets. A trembling little ball tentatively craned his head out periodically, but otherwise wrapped blankets protectively about him. Wanda ignored him.

"She will be soon," she snapped and suddenly recalled their last conversation clearly. It renewed her fury and warning sparks shot from her wand. One struck the curtain; it burned merrily and, beneath his covers, he moaned. How dare she bring up her inability to have children like it was an inadequacy, when she knew damn well it wasn't something she could fix or help. Just another part in their rivalry that she was capable of conceiving when she wasn't. The cracked window shattered.

"Are…are you angry with me?" Blonda said, only her confidence dropped. Whenever her sister got furious, things burned or burst. And, by the look of things, she'd definitely reached that stage of the game. That was part of the reason her father had considered her to work in his line of business. When it came to temper, the only creature in the same ballpark was their father.

"What would give you that impression, sister dear?" Wanda snarled. "After all, aren't you the model of diplomacy and consideration? I know you'd never do anything so callous as to mention my infertility like a lost contest to emphasize your own pathetic problems."

Beneath the covers, Cosmo gasped and lowered them enough to glare at Blonda. Wanda's inability to conceive was not something typically discussed and if she had indeed thrown it around, it angered him. Whatever bothered Wanda, particularly of that nature, bugged him too. Unfortunately, his fury held no weight in front of Wanda's. Wanda's hair had metamorphosed into lovely shades of orange, red, and bits of yellow- fire. Blonda temporarily retreated.

"If you didn't want to be a godmother, fine, so be it. Do not burden me with your trifles when I have a situation on my hands," she hissed, prodding her in the chest with her wand.

"Now, if you don't mind, I have to go off somewhere and figure out how I'm going to fix this."

Waving her wand, she poofed off, leaving Blonda and Cosmo alone.