I do not own the Fairly Odd Parents. I often reference people, places, and things. I don't own those either.
Authors Notes: For those of you that fallow me or any of my other stories I don't know how long this story will be, I intent to try to do it in 5 or 6 chapters tops as I have a bad habit of starting many multi chapter stories which go on for a while and eventually I start having the problem where my mind starts another story and I end up losing interest or get stumped on a part I'm writing. To avoid that I will try not to make this story too long. I also intend to make this story simpler than most my multi chapter stories and mainly focus on just Timmy and Vicky instead of getting too much into detail about the world and life around them.
Chapter One: The past will always come back to you.
It was a bright and sunny summer day as Timmy Turner sat alone in his childhood house. As he sat at the kitchen table and looked around the dark and empty room he couldn't help but feel that part of his life was missing. A part he just couldn't put his finger on.
With a depressed sigh Timmy got up and made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Like the rest of his house his room was dark and had an empty depressing feeling. Timmy took one glance at the empty fish bowel beside his bed as he went to the large standing mirror he had in the corner. He didn't know why he kept that fish bowel, he hadn't had fish in years. Timmy couldn't even remember what had happened to them, it was like he woke up one morning and they were gone. They probably died and his parents flushed them when he was asleep he figured.
Timmy turned his attention from the object that he felt held an odd and important memory that he couldn't recall and instead decided to focus on his reflection. Timmy Turner had changed a lot over the years as he was now 18 years of age. What hadn't changed however was the emptiness he felt inside. If anything he felt even more empty inside now than he remembered feeling in the past. Something he attributed to the fact that with him becoming older his parents were around even less.
Literally shaking the thoughts from his head with a quick shake of the head Timmy turned his attention back to his reflection. He was no longer the short buck tooth kid he once was. In that place stood a handsome 6'2 fairly muscular man. No longer did he go by the name Timmy, but Tim, as he tried to cast the shadow of his past behind him.
As Tim looked at himself in the mirror his face hardened. "Why should I sit around in self pity?" Tim questioned his reflection in the mirror as he referred to the time he spent making himself a better person. His voice had also become much deeper as he aged. "Who cares if no one loves you? You have worked too hard both mentally and physically to sit around feeling sorry for yourself!" Time told himself quite aggressively as he pointed at his reflection in the mirror before turning and making his way to his dresser.
Tim took off the tee shirt and sweat pants that he had slept in and changed into a white Hawaiian shirt which he left open to show off his abs, a shark tooth necklace, tan shorts, and a pair of black vans. Lastly Tim grabbed the pink baseball cap that had been hanging off the corner of his mirror and placed it on his head as he looked at his reflection. The hat was something that he still some times wore as it was a strange comfort of his.
Grabbing his keys off the dresser Tim walked downstairs and outside to his 1969 Oldsmobile 442. On the outside it looked pretty rough with badly faded paint and a bit of rust but it was the Hurst model and the old engine was still something to behold. He had bought it at in estate sale for $1,000 when someone's grandfather passed away and they didn't know what they had. Tim had felt bad at the time of purchase as he felt that he was cheating the seller but one man's trash was his treasure he supposed.
Tim thought it was odd that he liked old cars but he supposed it had something to do with the time his dad bought a 1957 Plymouth Furry that he called The Striker Z. He didn't know why his dad had called the car The Striker Z but he figured it probably had something to do with some TV show or movie that he had watched as a kid.
As Tim reached for the door handle of his Olds he turned to look at the house two doors down right next to the Dinkleburg's house. It was one of those subconscious movement one made when they felt like someone was looking at them. Tim looked around and saw that no one else was in the neighborhood but then he heard the sound of a door opening and turned and watched as a short skinny gothic girl with long black pigtails stepped out of the house he had just been looking at at.
She was a girl that Tim knew all too well as she seemed to have a never ending crush on him for some reason. It wasn't that Tim found Tootie unattractive, it was just how persistent she was that he found to be such a turn off. In hind sight it was no wonder Trixie Tang never wanted anything to do with him.
Unfortunately for Tim it didn't take Tootie long to notice him as she turned and began running towards him with a joyful childlike bounce in her step. "Timmy!" Tootie called out as she bounded down the sidewalk towards him. "Great…" Tim grumbled to himself as he rolled his eyes. Tim wanted to get in his car and drive away as fast as he could but as hard as he tried he could never find himself to be mean to others , despite the pain he had suffered through the years.
Before he knew it Tootie was upon him as she stood there playfully with her hands behind her back, smiling as she wore the same black catholic school girl outfit and glasses that she always wore for some strange reason. "Hi Timmy." Tootie said in a cute voice. "Oh, hi Tootie." Tim said as he looked down at her as if he had just noticed her. "I haven't seen you around for a while Timmy. Your car is always in the driveway but when I ring the doorbell no one ever answers." Tootie said curiously. "Oh sorry about that. I'm asleep most of the day as they have me working nights now." Tim said somewhat nervously but not enough for Tootie to pick up on it.
It was a lie. Tim once had a paying job working for a local manufacturing company as a machine operator but had recently lost it over a simple misunderstanding with his boss. Tim didn't lie simply because he didn't want to talk to Tootie but also because it was something that brought him shame. He was once someone but now he was just another dude living at his parent's house.
"Oh, well that's understandable I guess. So where are you going?" Tootie asked curiously. "Oh, I'm just running some errands." Tim said casually. It was the second time in this conversation that he had lied to her. He was really just going for a drive to clear his head. "Can I come?" Tootie asked hopefully. Well there went his reason for lying in the first place. "Oh I'd love for you to come Tootie, but I got real manly stuff to do. No place for a girl like you." Tim said as he opened his car door and began lowering himself inside. "Oh… Ok…" Tootie said dejectedly as she lowered her head. This time she could tell what he was saying was a lie.
As Tim lowered himself into his seat a strange question popped into his mind. One he wasn't sure why he couldn't help but ask but before he could even think about stopping himself it was out. "How is your sister?" Tim asked as he stood back up and leaned over his car door as he looked at Tootie. "That's a strange question don't you think? You know considering how much pain she put you through growing up." Toodie said with a raised eyebrow.
It was true, Vicky did indeed cause him a lot of pain both mentally and physically. It was no secret to his peers as she had done similar to them, just perhaps not on the same level. The only person who probably suffered worse was Toodie herself considering she was Vicky's sister. "Sorry, that was a strange question. Tim said before lowering himself back into his car. Tootie watched him curiously as he shut the door and fired the engine up before rolling gown the window and putting on his shades. Tootie than watched as Tim pulled out the driveway without another ward and drove away.
As Tim drove around he wondered why he had asked Toodie such a stupid question as he smoked on a large cigar. Smoking cigars was something he had picked up in attempt to help clear his mind sense he was against doing drugs. Why did he care what happened to Vicky? She could rot in hell for all he cared right? For some reason he wasn't so sure. She had always caused him such pain and suffering but somehow he felt that there was a small comfort in that pain. True Vicky treated him often like he wasn't even human but at least for a time she was there, that was more than he could say about his parents.
The song "You got lucky" by Tom Petty and the heart breakers came on the radio as Tim pulled up to a red light. He then looked to his right as a red 2005 Ford Mustang pulled up beside him blasting loud and obscene rap music with lyrics he didn't want to think about or repeat. The driver than turned her attention to him as she revved her engine at him with a shout. "Whoo! Hey sexy!" The woman shouted. Looking at her Tim could not see her eyes through her dark sunglasses but she somehow seemed familiar with that long firey red hair that was in a long braided pony tail and nearly matched the color of her car.
"It couldn't be?" Tim thought to himself as his heart started to race. The redheaded woman looked at him in shock for a moment as his pink hat seemed vaguely familiar in a way that she could not place. After a moment the woman revved her engine at him again as she called out to him. "Hey cutie pie! Wanna race?" She taunted him with a few more revs of her engine.
The grain of her voice rubbed against Tim's ear like sandpaper as she spoke to him again. He knew who she was. Tim could not form wards as his blood was now like ice so he responded in the only way he could. Tim revved his engine as the 455 cubic inches gave out a low and aggressive roar as if to warn any challengers that messing with it was not advised. This only seemed to spur on the read headed woman as she revved her engine a few more times, the tone sounding audibly much weaker like a timid mouse in comparison, most likely indication the car was only a v6 model.
"Come on baby give it to me good!" The woman cried out in a perverse tone causing Tim to visibly cringe which caused the seemingly insane woman to cackle with delight. Luckily for Tim the light turned green and he floored it causing both rear tires to ignite in a trail of tire smoke as the asphalt below was set ablaze with its furry. The mustang beat him off the line but as soon as both tires found traction the angry Olds left the pitiful Mustang in the dust, so far back Tim couldn't even see it in his rear view mirror.
Tim quickly pulled into a Starbucks parking lot to catch his breath, hoping that there was no way that she could catch up with him. "Vicky…" Tim said to himself as he clutched his chest, still trying to catch his breath.
Just as Tim thought that the coast was clear he heard a car door shut form behind him and looked in his side mirror to see the object of his terror sashaying towards him. If he didn't know who she was he would say that she was a vision of beauty and desire. Boy how she had changed. The way she moved was of pure confidence, as if she knew that everyone wanted her. Had she been anyone else Tim wouldn't deny how stunning her long and curvy body looked in that tight black tank top, skin tight black yoga pants, and black trainers. Not to mention the tattoos running down both her arms, one arm being that of a tiger and the other of a dragon. But this was Vicky he was looking at.
"Hello sexy." Vicky said in an alluring tone as she bent sown and leaned in his car window as she lowered her shades to get a better look at him. As Tim looked into those dark green eyes of hers they held a lustful possessiveness as she licked her lips. Those eyes were something Tim remembered well, the thing of nightmares, two green rings of fire that could burn a hole in ones soul, and the way she was looking at him now only made things worse.
"Hi Vicky." Tim managed to squeak out as he moved himself in his seat as far away from her as he could. Vicky looked at him suspiciously for a moment before a light bulb seemed to turn on inside her head as she began cackling almost like how he remembered she would. "Timmy? Timmy Turner, is that you?" Vicky asked clearly very amused as she continued laughing.
All Tim could do was groan as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Come here and let me look at you!" Vicky cried with delight as she opened his car door and forcibly pulled him from his seat and stood him up. It still amazed him how strong she was. "Aren't you just the cutest thing?" Vicky said in a cute patronizing tone as she pinched his cheek. Tim simply swatted her and away as he turned to glare at her. "It's Tim, Victoria. And I'm not that little kid you used to babysit anymore." Tim said defensively as he glared down at her. Truth be told he didn't have to glare down at her by much as she was probably close to six foot tall herself.
"No of course not. You're a big strong man now aren't you?" Vicky asked in a lustful and alluring tone as she pressed her body up against his as she snaked a hand inside his shirt to get a feel of his abs as she gently caressed his jaw. Tim blushed as he could feel the curve of her wide hips and ample bust pressed up against him.
"Stop that you psychopath!" Tim shouted as he pushed her off him. Vicky simply chuckled darkly as if this was all just a game to her. "Well I'm glad to see that you finally grew a back bone." Vicky said with an evilly devious and delight filled smile that made Tim cringe.
Vicky than reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper before handing it to him. "Well it's good to see you again Tim. Maybe we can catch up some time." Vicky said as if she knew that he would be just dying to see her again before she began sashaying away, making sure to put extra sway into her hips just for him. Tim looked curiously between her and the piece of paper as he watched her walk away.
Tim watched as Vicky got into her car and fired it up before taking off with screeching tires. Once she was gone Tim unfolded the piece of paper and read what it said. "Call me if you ever want to see your wallet again." The note said with a winky face and her number listed below in big bold numbers. Tim checked his pocket as his blood ran cold and indeed his wallet was gone. Tim wasn't sure how she had time to tailor write that note just for him. Maybe she didn't, maybe it was just something she did to all guys to insure that they called her. He wouldn't doubt it knowing her. All he knew was he would be seeing her again very soon. "VICKY!" Tim shouted as he looked up at the clear blue sky.
Authors Note: I know Vicky originally had pink eyes but it didn't make sense to me for someone who is supposed to be a human character to have pink eyes.
