I do not own the Fairly Odd Parents. I often reference people, places, and things. I do not own those either.

WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of domestic violence

Chapter two: Icky Vicky.

Tim Turner reached into his pocket and angrily dialed the number that Vicky had given him as he mashed the touch screen on his phone with a very angry look on his face. "She better answer." Tim grumbled.

Meanwhile Vicky was driving down the street as she heard her phone rig. With a devious smile she reached into her purse on the passenger floor board and pulled out her phone. "Hello?" Vicky answered in a sweet and innocent voice as if she didn't know who it was. "Give me back my wallet Vicky!" The caller on the other end of the line yelled, forcing her to remove the phone from her ear as the sound of his voice had hurt her ear.

"Oh Tim, I'm so glad to be hearing from you again so soon. You know I missed you." Vicky said in a sweet tone as if she was actually happy to hear from him but that tone had an underlying tone laced with sarcasm. "Cut the crap Vicky I want my wallet back!" Tim yelled through the phone. "Sorry Tim but you're breaking up. How about you stop by my place for dinner tonight? I'll text you the address. Bye" Vicky said innocently before hanging up and looking at her phone as she smirked with devious delight.

"Vicky! Vicky!?" Tim shouted angrily into his phone before letting out a sigh of defeat and running a hand down his face in irritation. Looking back down at his phone he saw that he got a text from Vicky which was nothing more than an address. Tim growled as he glared at the message before turning and getting back into his car. "Better give me back my damn wallet." Tim grumbled as he slammed the heavy metal car door.

The rest of the day till sun down Tim spent on a wild goose chase as every time he reached a location that Vicky had texted to him it was just some random location like a warehouse or a park or even a vacant lot. Finally as the sun went down Tim pulled into an apartment complex and got out of his car in a foul mood. The apartment was a small run down building in a part of town that was known for being a ghetto. Tim stormed into the building as he went up to the third floor and found apartment 36 where he proceeded to pound on the door till it opened.

As the door slowly opened there was Vicky standing smugly in the doorway. "Hello Tim. Hope you found the place alright." Vicky said with a smug chuckle as she bit her finger in a playful and well amused manner. "Give me my wallet you which!" Tim shouted as he held his hand out expecting to receive what was his. He should have known better to think that it would be that easy.

"Now Tim I know you're hungry but is that any way to treat an old friend?" Vicky said with sly deviance before grabbing onto his arm and pulling him into her apartment and shut the door behind her like a bug caught in the spider's web. As Tim looked around the apartment he was surprised to see that there were no dead bodies, demonic alters or bubbling brews of green slime. That being said the apartment was still pretty bad with the walls, floor and ceiling being badly faded and cracking from age. The furniture was also badly faded as it looked like something out of the 80's. That being said it had a nice open feel about it with a large open living space with a large door that lead out to a balcony which had the doors open so it let in a nice calming breeze.. Directly across the living room from the front door was a small kitchen with a two person table in the middle. On the left next to the kitchen was the bathroom and on the left next to that was the bedroom which had the door open but it was dark inside.

As Tim took a whiff of the air it smelled like weed and bad cooking as Vicky had just been making spaghetti and meatballs but clearly she had somehow burnt something. Probably too busy getting high Tim figured. "Yea, yea, nice place Vicky." Tim said in a dry dismissive tone. "Now give me back my wallet!" Tim yelled. "But honeyboo, don't you remember promising that you would have dinner with me?" Vicky asked sweetly as she placed her hands behind her back and wiggled in an oddly submissive fashion, making sure that he had a good look at her large jiggling chest. "I don't remember promising you anything." Tim said dryly as he looked up, refusing to look at her enticing round orbs.

Vicky frowned which turned into a small scowl upon seeing that her tactics weren't working. "Oh I'm sure you simply must have forgotten. You probably had a rough day and all." Vicky said as she cocked her head to the side with a sweet and slightly irritated smile before making her way to the kitchen. "And who do you think would be a cause of that!?" Tim asked sarcastically in an irritated tone as he through his hands up, fallowing her into the kitchen.

"Come on Tim, just have dinner with me." Vicky said in a more serious tone as she tuned to him, placing a hand on the back on the kitchen chair as she faced him. "What are you lonely or something?" Tim asked with irritation. Vicky didn't answer and instead began to glare at him though it appeared she was trying hard not to as if she were trying to keep her face neutral. It appeared to Tim that he had struck a nerve,that she was indeed lonely but refused to say it. "Alright, fine." Tim said with a sigh before sitting down at the small table. "Good." Vicky said with a smile before sitting down across from him.

As Tim looked at the table he saw that the table was already set with two plates and a single lit candle in the middle for romantic effect. "What is this, a scene from Lady and the Tramp?" Tim thought with irritation to himself except he felt it was more like Timmy and the Tramp. As Tim took his frist bite it tasted terrible and somehow had a crunchy texture to it. He felt bad for anyone who would ever have to stomach Vicky's cooking on a daily basis. Still he forced himself to eat it, partly because he felt bad about Vicky being lonely and partly so he wouldn't have to worry about getting something to eat tonight. He just hoped his stomach wouldn't hate him later.

"So Tim how has life been treating you? You look well." Vicky asked with a cheery smile as she placed her elbows on the table with her hands together in front of her face while ignoring her food as if she knew how bad it tasted. "Oh, um… Good." Tim said distantly as he weakly faked a smile before returning to his crunchy spaghetti.

Vicky's smile faded as a small frown came over her face. "I know that face Tim. How about you tell your old friend all about it." Vicky said as if she actually cared as she reached out a hand and placed it on top of his. Tim's eyes widened as he spit out his food as he stood up. Vicky looked quite irritated as she wiped the half chewed spaghetti from her face and went to get a paper towel from the nearby counter.

"Were not friends Vic, we never were!" Tim shouted in a mix of shack and anger at her. "Oh come on Tim don't be like that." Vicky said in a hopeful almost pleading tone as she stepped closer to him once her face was clean. "No! You're fucking nuts! Just give me back my wallet and I'll be on my way." Tim demanded as he held his hand out, taking a step closer to Vicky "You know what? Fuck you Turner!" Vicky growled, bearing her teeth at him. "I'm tired of your Shit woman now give me my fucking wallet!" Tim demanded as he took another threatening step towards her.

Just than Vicky lashed out and punched him in the face. Tim stumbled slightly but quickly retaliated by punching her back. Vicky lunged at Tim as she grabbed ahold of him, sending him back and falling on the floor. Soon both were rolling around on the floor punching and kicking each other as they made their way out to the living room. Soon both got up as they grabbed onto each other again this time throwing each other over the back on the couch and into the coffee table as they both fell on it. Tim and Vicky continued to fight as they punched and kicked each other while rolling around on the remains of the broken table.

After a while both got tired and sat with their backs to each other as they glared at each other over their shoulders with crossed arms. Both were bloody and bruised and neither had seemed to actually win the fight. Both turned away from each other and sat there in angry silence for a while till Tim finally broke the silence.

"Why are you like this?" Tim asked with Irritation. "Oh me? Why am I like this? Well wouldn't you like to know? You know sense you care about me so much." Vicky said with sarcasm dripping from her wards as she got on her hands and knees and crawled over to him. Tim sat there as he looked away from her, thinking about all the mean and evil things she had done to him when they were kids. It made him angry, but not nearly as angry as he thought it would. Tim than began to think about earlier that day when he had asked Toodie how she was and how he had come to the realization that she was a presence that stopped his life from being meaningless.

Vicky sighed as she sat up on her knees than slowly stood up and walked to the door and opened it. "Here's your wallet, now get out." Vicky said in a tired and defeated tone as she pulled out his wallet from her pocket and through it at him, it landing on the floor beside him. Tim glanced at his wallet as he sat there for a moment before looking back over his shoulder at her. "…I don't… Hate you…" Tim said somberly. "Huh?" Vicky said in disbelief as she shut the door.

Tim paused again for a moment as he collected his thoughts. "…There was a time, that I thought I did… It's strange… I had actually been thinking about you shortly before you pulled up next to me at that red light. And just before I had realized that…" Tim said somberly as he struggled to piece together his feelings. "Hold on just a minute, I'm going to stop you right there." Vicky said as she put her hands up in a stop type motion as she stepped closer to Tim, stopping half way between him and the door. "Are you saying that you're in love with me?" Vicky asked as she placed her hands on her hips, an amused smile coming to her face as she bent forward and raised an eyebrow.

Tim turned away from her as he looked down at his lap. "… I don't know… I don't think so. But what I had realized was, that… As strange as it sounds… You were the only person that I have ever really had in my life. And without you… Something has been… Missing…" Tim said distantly as it had hurt his pride greatly to admit this to her. Vicky simply stood there blinking in shock. It wasn't exactly an admission of love but perhaps in some way longing. Watching him struggle to say that actually hurt her as it would have hurt anyone who had watched him lay his pride down like that. As pitiful as it was it caused a strange warm feeling to form inside of Vicky. A feeling that she was not familiar with.

After a moment of thought Vicky found that she didn't know how to handle this situation, but even she wasn't heartless enough to rebuke him now. Vicky looked down with a sigh and saw his pink hat laying on the floor where they had been fighting before walking over, picking it up than placing it on his head. Felling his hat being placed on his head Tim turned around and looked up at Vicky curiously. Vicky looked away and sighed again before leaning over and reaching out her hand to him. "How about a drink?" Vicky asked casually as she forced a smile.

Tim looked at Vicky with confusion. She wasn't ridiculing him? He knew how stupid and pathetic he must have sounded. At this point Tim wasn't even sure if he was sane at this point, fearing that he must have some form of stockholm syndrome. After a moment he took Vicky's hand as she helped him to his feet. "You go have a seat out on the balcony." Vicky said with a smile before heading back into the Kitchen.

Once in the kitchen Vicky reached up into one of the cabinets and pulled out two large glasses and a bottle of Jack. Closing the cabinet Vicky placed the items on the counter as she looked down and began to stare off into space. "No don't think about it Vic." Vicky told herself quietly as she stopped herself from thinking about what Tim had said as well as all the evil things that she had done to him. She was a tough girl, not one to get emotional or feel sorry for the things she had done.

Grabbing the two glasses and the bottle of Jack Vicky waked out on the balcony and sat down at the small metal table where she found Tim staring off into space as his eyes looked cold and empty and he hadn't seemed to notice her sit down.

Tim was lost in thought as flash backs of his past with Vicky went through his mind. Somehow these memories weren't complete as they felt incomplete or altered like there was certain things about the different memories that had been erased or blocked out. But what could they be? He remembered all the pain so what could be blocked out? Were those memories even real? Was Vicky really as mean to him as he remembered or was there some other pain that he had felt that he had transposed onto Vicky?

Tim finally snapped out of it as he heard the sound of drinks being poured. "You alright there rocket man?" Vicky asked casually with a raised eyebrow as she finished pouring their drinks. "Huh? Oh yea, never better." Tim said putting on a fake smile as he grabbed his glass and took a drink only to spit it out, but this time he made sure not to spit all over Vicky. "What is this?" Tim asked with disgust as he pointed to his glass. "Come on Tim you telling me you never drank before?" Vicky asked suspiciously. "Vicky, I'm only 18." Said Tim. "And here I thought you were a man." Vicky teased with a sly smile before taking a drink.

Tim simply looked to Vicky with a deadpanned face. "Alright, alright, sorry." Vicky said playfully before taking a large swig of her drink. As Vicky through her head back he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in the pale moonlight as well as the softness of her hair as a few strands hung loose from their earlier fight. Speaking of the fight she was also bruised and had a bit of dried blood on her face but somehow it gave her a strong and regal look that he thought somehow worked for her. As Vicky finished her drink Tim shook those thoughts from his head, He knew he must be crazy for punching a woman than thinking it made her look attractive.

As Vicky turned her attention back to Tim her strong emerald orbs met his soft blue ones and it seemed for a moment that Tim was stuck in awe of her. Vicky didn't take her eyes off his, seeing as he was lost in her and as they looked into each other's eyes time seemed to slow down. Vicky reached over and took Tim's glass, seeing that he wasn't going to drink it and began chugging it. Again Tim looked in awe as her pale skin sparkled in the moon light as a cool summer breeze blew through her beautiful head of fire. As Vicky placed the empty glass back on the table time resumed to normal and Tim snapped out of his trance with a shake of his head.

"So Vicky what you been doing with your life?" Tim asked as he tried to act like he wasn't just ogling her. "Oh I'm a stripper down at a place called the Katt. I go by the name Scarlett." Vicky said proudly as she finished with a hiccup. Of course… Tim should have guessed Vicky would choose to do such a thing with her life. "How original…" Tim said with dry sarcasm. Vicky gave off a slightly drunken giggle as the alcohol began to take effect. "So any particular reason why you chose to do such a thing? Paying your way through collage perhaps?" Tim asked with somber sarcasm. "Are you kidding? I do it cuz the pay is amazing and I don't have to do anything! Just show a little skin and those stupid losers are willing to hand over their whole paycheck in the hopes that they will get a little treat. Some of them do get lucky I will admit as I can use a bit of dick on most nights." Vicky said with a smug smile.

Tim's face fell even more with disgust upon hearing Vicky's disgusting admission. "Vicky that's disgusting…" Tim said with disgust. "You bet it is. I can get quite nasty in the sheets. Wanna find out?" Vicky asked in a husky voice as she leaned forward and caressed his chin with a sultry half lidded smile. "I think I'm going to pass…" Tim said with a face twisted in disgust as he gently pushed her hand away as he didn't want to start another fight.

Vicky began giggling in a highly drunken manner as she nearly fell out her chair from swaying side to side. "Oh Tim…! Your face!" Vicky laughed as she ended with a snort. "I was only kidding." Vicky said as she composed herself. "Sure you were…" Tim said dryly. Tim really didn't believe her as if she was willing to just sleep with anyone why would she joke about trying to sleep with him? Clearly she was just playing it off but still he was happy she was a happy drunk and not an angry one. She was more angry when she was sober.

Vicky than reached inside her bra and pulled out a joint and a liter. "Want one?" Vicky asked as she placed it to her lips and lit up. Again Tim wasn't surprised and was beginning to question why he was hanging out with someone he knew was such bad company. Till he remembered it wasn't like he had any other friends. Chester and AJ had both moved away a few years back.

Tim simply shook his head. "Geez Tim you don't like anything fun." Vicky said drunkenly from the beginning of slurred speach as she let out a breath of smoke. Tim coughed as he began to get high on her second hand smoke as he had to admit it made him feel a bit light headed and giddy. "So how has life been treating you Tim?" Vicky asked for the second time that night as she leaned forward, resting against the table.

"Not great actually… I had just lost my job a few weeks ago." Tim said with a sigh as he took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. "Hey why don't you come work with me?" Vicky asked in an excited drunken slur once she had let out a breath of smoke. "No thanks…" Tim said as he deadpanned. "Not as a stripper you numbskull! As a bouncer." Vicky said before taking another drag.

"I don't know Vicky… Seems kind of wrong." Tim said hesitantly. "Come on T, what you got to lose?" Said Vicky. "Don't you want to protect me?" Vicky said with a sultry drunken slur as she took his hat and placed it on her head playfully. "With the way you fight I don't think you need any protecting." Tim said indignantly as he snatched his hat back and placed it on his head.

Vicky scowled indignantly as she set her joint down in an ashtray in the middle of the table. "Come on Tim, what you got to lose? Maybe if I gave you a private show you might change your mind." Vicky said with a devious and sensual smirk as she stumbled to get up. "No Vicky, that's alright!" Tim exclaimed in an almost pleading tone as he motioned with his hands for her to stop. "Come on Tim don't insult me like that." Vicky said playfully with a high drunken giggle as she slowly lifted her arms into the air and began to sway sensually.

As Vicky began to sway and rock her hips it soon became clear that she was in no state to put on a show as she soon fell from her high and drunken stupor. As Vicky stumbled and fell forward Tim quickly got up as he reached out to her. Vicky fell into Tim as she smiled up at him playfully. "My hero." Vicky chuckled in a sultry slur as she snaked her arms around Tim's neck and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. Tim blushed faintly as he had to admit despite the fact she smelled like weed and booze her touch and the warmth of her body against his felt pretty amazing.

"V-Vicky…" Tim said with embarrassment before hearing the sounds of soft snoring as Vicky rested her face against his naked muscular chest due to the fact that his shirt was open. Tim sighed as he scooped her into his arms and carried her inside.

Tim took Vicky to her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. The room was dark but Tim could see the way the moonlight shined in through the window above her bed and glistened off her skin due to the thin layer of sweat covering her body from the heat of the summer's night. Tim took one last look at Vicky as he smiled, thinking that she looked peaceful and cute when she was asleep.

As Tim tuned to walk out he stopped in the doorway as he heard Vicky call out to him in a soft voice. "Good night Tim." Vicky slurred out before falling back to sleep "Good night Vicky." Tim said softly as he walked out the room, shutting the room behind him and going home.

Once home Tim went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the Mirror, his face was a bit bruised with a fat lip and a black eye and had some dried blood on it from his fight with Vicky. "That girl fights like a man." Tim thought to himself.

Reaching into his picket Tim pulled out a cigar and his lighter as he looked into the mirror and watched himself light it before placing the lighter on the edge of the sink. His parents would probably kill him for smoking in the house but he didn't care. Not like they were around enough to ever find out. Letting out a puff of smoke Tim began taking his shirt off before walking over to the tub and starting a bath.

Once the tub was full Tim shut off the water and got in as he laid back in the tub and looked at the ceiling as he smoked his cigar, pondering the day's events. Meeting Vicky at a red light, her fallowing him into a Star Bucks parking lot than luring him back to her apartment by stealing his wallet after a wild goose chase, getting into a fist fight with her, than telling her how he felt about her meant that today was crazy. Thinking about it should have made him mad but somehow it didn't. It made him happy. As messed up as Vicky was having her back in his life made him feel like he was not alone anymore.