Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. I had no idea it'd been that long since I updated. I'm not as on top of these things as I used to be.

More TOS references in here and 'points' to whomever gets them all. At this point, I'm going to have to say if you're just reading Wishful Thinking and you haven't read TOS, then you're missing half the jokes and not fully enjoying the story.

Fairly Oddparents isn't mine, but Sophie and Elisa are. Oh, and for the record, Sophie is straight. Completely and utterly.

Chapter Three: Enter Trixie Tang

Sophie tossed her bag onto a nearby kitchen chair, shut her eyes, and shivered, sensing a new presence. It connected to the pink one outside, but its color fluctuated, leaning heavily towards red. She honed in on it, but the only traits she discerned were its relation to Wanda and that it in all likelihood was a fellow fairy. Beyond that, she had no clue. She opened her eyes and glanced at Elisa, hovering by the doorway and scowling. Perhaps her friend knew.

"They're not here. They promised at least one of them would be home this afternoon and we'd talk. They lied," Elisa growled, flinging her backpack into a nearby coat rack and toppling it. Her eyes flashed dangerously and Sophie unconsciously retreated, backing into a corner. While she understood her rage, she also understood her parents' propensity to make promises they couldn't keep. They'd promised to appear at her choral concerts and never showed- in fact, they'd yet to show for any of them. Menstrual periods were more reliable.

"Maybe they're just late," Sophie offered half heartedly. "Um, Lise, who's the fairy upstairs?"

Taken aback, Elisa contemplated righting the faux brass rack, scoffed, and kicked it into the wall instead. No signs her parents had been here at all, either. If she strained her memory, she thought she recalled an ill fated dinner five days ago, but that was the last time she'd seen them. Of course, they called her (when they remembered), but their jobs (and social life) kept them too busy to attend to what they considered their 'accident'. One kid had overheard her conversation with Sophie on that topic, said at least they didn't call her a 'mistake', and she'd punched them in the face.

A strange fairy in the house, though? Occasionally, Mama Cosma visited, but Sophie had met her. Big Daddy, too, but that meeting had involved many veiled threats and much shaking of fists. Sophie didn't like either for their overprotective nature and incomprehension of their children's well-being, but she thought a part of Elisa admired them. Here were clear examples of parents caring enough about their children to go above and beyond whereas her parents didn't care enough to make the periodic perusal to ensure Elisa hadn't burned down the house.

"Probably one of Big Daddy's thugs," Elisa said with a shrug, stepping towards the green carpeted staircase. Sophie followed hesitantly, glancing out the window to see a pink bird perched on a nearby tree. She nodded, if birds could nod, and flew higher, out of sight. Well, whoever this random visitor happened to be, her relationship with Wanda couldn't be good. Either that or Wanda was avoiding her godchild. Sophie frowned, mulling it over while she climbed the stairs. Elisa muttered darkly about her parents' absence.

They paused outside her door, where it sounded like Cosmo was giving whoever it was a piece of his mind. Elisa started to remark that he shouldn't dole it out since he had so little to spare, but Sophie hushed her. His reactions to the unknown creature, his mannerisms towards her would help her confront them. Elisa waited impatiently, tapping her foot. The mousy haired girl rolled her eyes, ignoring her.

"I…I don't think you ought to call Wanda every time you have a problem!" Cosmo said, clearly uncertain yet standing up for her regardless. Sophie prodded the door open ajar and caught her first glimpse of a bored, blonde haired fairy resembling her best friend's godmother. She filed her nails, unimpressed. Elisa froze, scrutinizing her. She too had noticed the resemblance.

"She has her own problems, you know! You think she's your personal advice hotline, but she has a goddaughter too and she can't spend all her time godparenting yours," he snapped, gaining momentum. Sophie smiled, proud. Elisa's face acquired a hue associated with sour milk and scanned the room for Wanda. She clutched her arm desperately, trying to tug her away, but Sophie's interest laid in the discourse now, not her.

"Like what?" she replied, clearly baiting him. Unfortunately, he bought it hook, line, and sinker. Elisa's fingers dug into Sophie's arm deeply, leaving marks.

"Like having a crush on her!" he retorted and she burst out laughing. Loud, raucous guffaws that quaked her in midair and she pounded on the air. Obviously, this was not the response he anticipated and frowned, at a loss. She continued unabated for five minutes, actually wiping tears from her eyes. Cosmo stared but Elisa quivered, ready to project her anger on an actual object rather than her missing parents. She tensed like a tiger about to pounce.

"She has a crush on her? What is she, blind? I'm the pretty one, I'm the popular one, I'm the actress; she's the one who wasted her life by marrying and godparenting. What is wrong with that girl?" she said and like a gunshot, Elisa hurled the door open. Both fairies jumped and if looks could kill, she'd be long gone.

"Hi, I'm Elisa, otherwise known as Wanda's goddaughter. You know, the blind one with something wrong with her? And you are…clearly a bitch."

Blonda eyed her warily, recognizing a bad temper when she saw one. Dealing with Cosmo alone was one thing, but toss in a foul mouthed godkid and some random friend and she recognized an exit when it smacked her in the face. Holding up her wand, she poofed out immediately, sending golden fairy dust in Elisa's face. She coughed, mentally cursing. Sophie, meanwhile, hadn't satisfied her natural curiosity; she patted Elisa on the back absently and glanced at Cosmo.

"Who was that girl?" Sophie inquired breathless, surprised by the vehemence in Cosmo's tone and her apparent disregard for Wanda's feelings. Elisa, dashing into the bathroom for a cup of water, muttered one curse after another. Cosmo watched her depart wordlessly.

"Wanda's twin, Blonda," he replied, scoffing. A muted, subdued pink poof momentarily diverted her attention and Wanda, in cat form, walked out from behind a dresser. She glanced around to make sure it was safe, but remained incognito. However, she rubbed up against Sophie affectionately and let her pet her. Lamentably, she knew Sophie's presence heralded Elisa's and she tensed, hopping onto the bed. Though she could very well have said 'hello' to both and have been understood (having fairy ancestors had benefits), she said nothing. Cosmo transformed into a cat as well and licked her face.

Elisa reappeared and her eyes locked onto Wanda's. The pink cat inclined her head, expression unreadable. She licked Cosmo's ears and rubbed against him, intertwining their tails. Relieved he was forgiven, he purred contentedly and nuzzled her. Sophie grinned, finding it adorable. Elisa punched the door and all three jumped.

"Hello? I'm still here!"

"Hello, sweetie," Wanda said monotonously. Stretching, she glanced apologetically at Cosmo and walked towards Elisa, but thought better of it. Sophie sensed the emotional distance and watched its effect. It hit Elisa like a slap in the face and she unconsciously put up a 'wall' to limit the pain. Alternatively, she refocused her antagonism on her godmother. How dare she be angry with her. How dare she cozy up to Cosmo like nothing had happened.

"You're just like them," Elisa snapped. "You care more about each other than you do about your daughter!"

Whirling around, she yanked Sophie outside, but not before adding, "I wish you two wouldn't follow me!"

"I don't think that was fair, Lise," Sophie protested, traveling along the familiar path to Dimmsdale Junior High. She knew that look all too well- someone was about to get themselves creamed and not in a good way. Swallowing hard, she trotted ahead and flung her arms out. Perhaps if she successfully coerced her, she'd leave Timmy and company alone. Unfortunately, she'd no idea where she'd go from there, but she'd play it by ear. Elisa wasn't a bully as much as she hadn't a creative outlet for her resentment and anger.

"Cosmo and Wanda care about you," she supplemented and Elisa snorted, flinging herself into the shade of a nearby tree. A forest eclipsed the left side of the school and during recess, when Sophie found herself alone for one reason or another, she often read here to escape both the school and its students. There was no place in her heart for Dimmsdale Junior High, but the trees were a different story.

Timmy Turner threw a Frisbee and it arched, narrowly missing Tootie's head. A.J. rushed over to apologize but Tootie retrieved it and promptly threw it back, less than inch from smacking him in the forehead. She might be madly in love with her buck toothed crush, but she also wasn't going to sit idly by and let him trample her. Elisa smiled, silently rooting for her, and in that instant, the anger drained away completely. During the long walk, it'd started to ebb, replaced by confusion. Weren't teen mood swings a kick?

"You know, with ebony locks, a red outfit, and a 'cool' demeanor, he'd definitely be crush material," Sophie murmured and gasped in surprise when Elisa yanked her head into her lap. Waggling her finger, she whacked her lightly on the forehead admonishingly.

"Don't you dare pull a Trixie Tang on me, girl. I've got enough problems without having to worry about that prissy princess."

Sophie stifled a snicker. While she held no love for many of the students here, she didn't hate them, either. She was relatively apathetic, unless their lines proved especially interesting or indicated suicidal or homicidal tendencies. However, Trixie Tang she disliked immensely. Elisa's loathing figured in minutely, but Trixie had taken one of Sophie's library books, chucked it into a trash can, and declared that she'd be a spinster for life. Since this was before she'd met Cosmo and Wanda, she'd spent a half hour pouring through the wretched contents of the can to retrieve her precious book. Elisa discovered her in the cafeteria later, reeking to the high heavens and face absolutely scarlet in rage.

As if on cue, Trixie Tang, followed by her satellite Veronica, Tad, and Chad walked by, sniffing distastefully. Trixie always held her nose whenever she passed Sophie; she claimed trash still clung to her. Sophie would glare, but otherwise, say nothing in retaliation. Elisa, determined not to have one more straw on her back, pretended they weren't there. A moment of glaring and they sniffed off.

"There's a brown cat with a crown floating above his head hanging around Tootie," Sophie remarked suddenly, sitting up and gazing across the field to the bleachers where Tootie had taken refuge. Elisa turned her head to regard it as well, but other children with fairies rarely interested her like they did Sophie. She liked unearthing the personality matches or mismatches and how strong child related to godparent. Right now the brown link between Tootie and the cat was thin, indicating they'd not time to build a proper relationship. That explained why she hadn't seen any brown objects with faces around her until recently.

"So there is," Elisa acknowledged. "Sophe, do you think Wanda hates me?"

"Maybe she doesn't know what to think right now."

"I see," she replied, flopping onto her stomach and chewing on a blade of grass. She picked up a broken branch and twirled it in her fingers. The brown cat stared at Sophie and Timmy in turn, but jumped when their vice principal exited his office. Tootie coughed in the brown fairy dust produced.

"I think you should talk to her," Sophie added, scowling at Elisa rolling onto her back and contemplating the clouds. She wasn't even listening.

"Lise?"

"Why?" Elisa murmured. Sophie blinked, but she left her statement vague. Rising to her feet, she offered her a hand up and walked home. No matter how much Sophie needled her, Elisa kept her thoughts to herself.

Why am I like this? Is it my fault? Did I choose to be this way? I don't remember doing that…but people call it a choice…

I wish I weren't…