"I can't believe we're walking." Molly muttered, walking down the deserted roads of Washington DC, Timmy beside her, his hands in his jeans pockets.
"What did you expect? We're out of magic, so until it builds up again, we're walking."
"Why couldn't we just stay at the fort?"
"Because that's an enemy stronghold, if they decided to go back, we would've been attacked and, as we are, killed, besides I know there's a colony here that'll let us stay, we'll just have to use a little bit of magic to alter our clothes and my eyes so they won't suspect anything."
Molly looked at him, "and how long will we be staying?"
"Just a day or two, that'll give us enough time to build up our reserves."
She sighed, 'Fine…" she muttered, "but why do we need to change our clothes?"
"These people…are kind of conservative…very close to being Amish as a matter of fact…"
She looked at him, "No…I'm not doing it."
"Oh come on! It'll only be for a day."
"I'm not doing it!"
"It's the only place in three hundred miles that'll let us stay!"
"But…but…"
"Molly, you're just going to have to swallow your pride and do it." Timmy said.
She groaned, "Fine." She muttered, "I'll wear a stupid dress."
Deep in DC, there stood walls constructed by various materials that wrapped around the capital building and what was left of the Washington Monument, as well as a broken down hotel, on the inside of the wall there were huts and cabins that were constructed from the debris of tanks and other war machines, on the wall stood men in desert fatigues, guns in their hands, one whistled shrilly as he saw a couple walking towards the wall, the man was in what looked to be blue jeans and a pink sweater, while the girl was in a simple black dress, no shoes on her feet, her hair was done in a messy bun, her bangs framing her face.
"I'm going to kill you Turner." Molly whispered to him with a fake smile on her face.
"Just relax." He whispered to her, swiping his hair out of his eyes, "if you kill me now they'll definitely not trust us."
She rolled her eyes and tried to hide her laugh.
"Besides," he started, taking hold of her hand, "you're pretty cute when you're all dressed up like this."
She blushed, "um…thank you?"
"Don't mention it." He said with an easy smile as the gates opened up and the men ran out, their guns aimed at them.
"Halt right there!" the lead guard shouted, making both Molly and Timmy stop, "what is your business here?"
"We're just looking for a place to stay a few nights, two at the most." Timmy shouted to them, "we mean no harm to you or your people."
The guards looked at each other, "Who are you? And what are you to each other?"
"My name is Timmy, this is my fiancé, Molly." Timmy said, and grunted as Molly sunk her nails into his palm.
"Couple of lovebirds huh?" the leader asked, "welcome, my name is Johnson, with me are Gregory, Dinah, and Mordachai."
"Knew there was going to be a Mordachai here." Timmy said with a smile, shaking their hands.
"You're in luck my friends.' Johnson said as they walked in, "the hotel has recently been set up with electricity, so the pumps and the lights work, but you won't get hot water."
"That's quite alright." Timmy said dismissively, "as long as the beds are comfy."
They walked through the town, children and women in dresses watched as they walked, "so, have you heard any news?" Gregory asked, "we've been trying to get into contact with any other colonies, but we've come up with nothing."
"Dimmsdale California is still up, but I hear there's godchildren there." Timmy said.
Dinah snorted in disgust, "godchildren, they're the reason our world is so messed up."
"I don't think so," Molly said, "they only followed the fairies for a short time, then they turned on them."
"That just means they're not loyal." Mordachai sneered.
Molly glared at Mordachai, but Timmy put his hand on her shoulder, she instantly calmed down as he gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, 'you'll have to forgive Molly, her brother was a godchild, he was one of the first to turn against the fairies, and one of the first to die as a result."
"My apologies." Mordachai said, but the haughtiness in his voice said something entirely different.
"Here we are." Johnson said, with a glare directed at Mordachai, he opened the door to the hotel, showing electric lights shining throughout the main lobby, though it was still cold inside, it was a lot better then being outside, "we'll leave you to get checked in."
"Thank you Johnson." Timmy said, shaking his hand.
"Just so you know, there's a banquet tonight, in celebration of the fourth year of peace."
"Has it really been that long?" Timmy asked.
"Yep, we're breaking out some of our reserves, including the spirits, you and your fiancé are invited if you want to come."
"Consider us there." Timmy said surely, Molly shot him a reproachful look, they walked away from the retreating guards and went to an elevator the slow ride up was quiet, it wasn't until they were in the room and the door was closed that Molly turned around and punched Timmy in the shoulder.
"What the hell turner!" she asked angrily.
"I get the feeling you're mad, and that you don't want to go to the party."
"I'm mad alright! Fiancé? Where did that come from?!"
"They'd hardly look on us kindly if they thought a woman and man were travelling together, this way too many questions won't be raised."
She continued to glare at him, then walked to the bedroom, she opened the door and looked in, "of course theirs only one bed." She muttered.
"King or queen?" Timmy asked interested.
She glared at him again, "and what about the party? I don't exactly want to socialize with people who think I'm your fiancé."
"Don't worry," he said, 'ten bucks says no one will even mention it."
"So when is the wedding?" one of the older women asked Molly and Timmy for what seemed like the fifteenth time.
"We haven't exactly set a date yet." Timmy said, while discretely putting a ten-dollar bill into Molly's hand, "With everything that's happened, I doubt we'll ever get married."
"Well you wouldn't want to get married too soon." One of the men said, "signin' your life away like that isn't smart boy."
The other men laughed, while one of the women, possibly the mans wife, berated him.
"I assure you, we are completely devoted to one another." Timmy said, putting his arm around Molly, she looked at him, a small blush creeping into her cheeks, he sounds so serious…but he's a talented liar so he's bound to sound like that…right? She shook her head and looked around the lawn, seeing hundreds of people laughing and talking, bonfires lit their way as they got food and drink, even a makeshift band played off in the corner, and almost everyone was drinking, the men drank cans of bud light and miller light, while the women drank blood red wine.
"Go ahead and have a drink." A kind old lady said, handing her a cup of the sweet red wine.
"Um, no thank you." She said with a laugh, "I'm not a drinker."
"Come on darling." Timmy said, earning him a hit in the ribs by Molly's elbow, "a few sips won't hurt." To prove his point, Timmy took a beer from one of the men and took a swig, making the others cheer.
Molly sighed, "I guess…that it couldn't hurt." She said, taking the proffered cup and taking a sip, that one-cup turned into several more as the night wore on; soon she was talking openly with the other women.
"He saved me you know." Molly said, telling them of how her and Timmy had met, "It was before the war, I was running away from the school…a bully had made me cry and I had ran away from them, I wasn't paying attention where I was going and stepped out onto the street, a truck would've hit me if Timmy hadn't tackled me out of the way, of course he got an earful from me when he did that." The women laughed and Molly smiled.
"You two are such a cute couple." The old women said, "I can tell he is deeply in love with you."
"And I'm in love with him." Molly said softly, a small smile on her face, she was completely truthful as she said it, she did love Timmy, not that he would ever love her, but she could live in the moment couldn't she?
"May I please borrow my fiancé for a few seconds?" Timmy's voice broke her out of her thoughts, she looked up and saw him, standing in front of her, offering his hand, "it's been a while since I've gotten to dance with her, and a slow song just came up."
Molly took his hand and went with him, he turned around and took her hand, putting his other on her hip, and she put her free hand on his shoulder as they started to dance.
"You really do look magical tonight." Timmy said with a twinkle in his eye.
"I don't look anything special." She mumbled, looking away, "you're just drunk.'
"Molly," Timmy said, turning her head back to him, "I'm not lying."
She blushed, "um…I don't think they suspect anything." She said softly.
He stopped dancing for a few seconds, looking down at her, 'always with your mind on the mission, huh Molls?"
She turned red at his nickname for her, "why shouldn't it be? As you said, we need them to believe we are a couple."
"True." He said spinning her around and dipping her, "but some things, just aren't about the mission."
Her eyes widened as he pulled her up and they continued to dance, she studied his face as they did, his now blue eyes were slightly clouded from the alcohol, but she knew him, she knew that he wasn't a lightweight, "Timmy-" she started.
"Sh." He whispered into her ear, "Don't talk, just keep dancing, and get lost in the moment."
Molly smiled and did exactly as he said, they danced for another four minutes as the band continued the song, when it ended, Molly felt dizzy, "the room's spinning." She whispered.
"Guess that means it's time to get some rest." Timmy said, picking her up bridal style, he walked away from the party, saying good-bye to a few people as he did, none of them looked at him oddly as he carried his supposed fiancé away, many just gave knowing smirk.
Molly rested her head on Timmy's shoulder, her eyes slightly closed, Timmy smiled he walked into the hotel and nodded to the bored looking doorman, who nodded back, raising an eyebrow at Molly.
"She drank a little too much." Timmy explained, and the guy nodded, looking down at the counter, Timmy got into elevator, where Molly stirred, "Huh?" She asked confused, seeing that they were in a elevator, "Where are we?" She mumbled.
"Don't worry," Timmy said, "we're in the hotel."
"Can you…can you put me down please?" she asked.
He nodded and put her down, she stood for a little while on her own, then slowly started falling back, Timmy stopped her from falling, "how much did you drink tonight?" he asked.
"Not a lot." She mumbled, "but you know me, not exactly the best of drinkers."
He smiled as the elevator opened, he helped her down the hall to their room, he pushed the door open and helped her to a chair, he went back and closed the door, he looked down at the handle and realized that it had been replaced by an ordinary handle, the electronics that automatically locked it were gone, he reached up and secured the bolt on it and went back to Molly, who was now standing, leaning against the wall.
"It'd be better if you stayed sitting." He said to her.
"It'd be better if I could get some sleep." She mumbled.
"Then let me help you to the bed." Timmy said taking her hand.
"I can do it myself." She muttered.
He rolled his eyes, "quite being stubborn."
"Quite being an ass." She retorted, trying to pull away from him, making both of them fall onto the bed, "look what you did now!"
"What I did?" Timmy questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, it's you're fault, it's always your fault you ass." She growled, getting right in his face.
"You're cute when you're angry." Timmy said, making her blush.
"S-shut up, I'm starting to get tired of your lying." She muttered.
"Molly, I never lie, misdirect maybe, but I never lie." Timmy said.
She looked up at him and finally realized the compromising position they were in, she was sitting on his hips and he was lying on his back, his hands on her legs, "um…I…uh…" she stuttered.
"Every time I told you that you looked beautiful, I spoke the truth," he said, softly touching her cheek, "I would never lie to you Molly."
Molly leaned down and hesitantly kissed Timmy, making him return it as he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, soon they were getting lost in the heat of the moment, with Timmy rolling Molly over to where she was lying on the bed as he undid her dress, all the while Molly kissed him, as he pulled her dress off, something clicked in the back of her mind, she slowly pushed Timmy away and sat up.
"What's wrong?" Timmy asked.
"I'm not a consolation prize." She muttered to him.
"I never said you were." He whispered to her.
"you never had to say it." She mumbled, looking down, "I can see it, in the way you look at that picture every night…or when you're thinking, whoever's on that picture is the girl of your dreams, and she's not me."
Timmy put a hand on her shoulder, she shrugged it off.
"Molly…" he started.
"Don't." she said, cutting him off, "Don't even try."
Timmy stood up, Molly didn't even look up, thinking he was leaving, she felt tears well up in her eyes, until she felt Timmy's arms go around her. "what are you-" she stopped as he kissed her, her eyes went wide, but she slowly gave in, he broke the kiss he turned her head towards him, "that picture is just that." He muttered, "a picture, it has nothing to do with who I love or who has my heart, do you understand?"
She nodded numbly, and leaned in for another kiss.
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Vickie watched as Wally was thrown against the wall, "useless!" a man snarled, glaring down at the two, "you not only lost a crystal, but you allowed REBELS TO WIN A BATTLE AND LET DRYADS ESCAPE!"
Vickie looked at the large muscular man, his grey eyes glaring at them, he ran a hand over his bald head and turned away, "you two are incompetent! I don't know why the governor puts up with you two!" he snarled, making his beater tighten around his muscles with every breath, he stomped his booted foot "If it were up to me I'd strip you of your powers and send you into the suburbs!"
"Calm down Muscles," Vickie growled, "this wasn't a rebel movement, just some idiots trying to avenge their friends."
"Be that as it may," he growled, "you still allowed the Dryads to escape, their magic could've helped us exponentially!"
"Sorry Jace," Wally said lamely to his big brother, "they got the jump on us, it won't happen again."
"You're right it won't." Jace muttered, "I'll go in alone next time."
"I would think not." A slightly pretentious voice said, making Jace turn around in shock as the governor walked in, a white cloak covering his face, underneath an all white tux could be seen.
"Governor…" Jace started, "I-I didn't know you'd be here today."
"Now you do." Governor said, walking towards them, "Vickie, who did you say was there?"
"A fairy, two jarheads, and two godchildren." Vickie said uncertainly, not used to talking to her leader directly.
"The godchildren, what did they look like?" his tone wasn't angry or disturbed, but curious, and somewhat hopeful."
"The girl was wearing a dark cloak, looked like some Goth girl." Vickie grumbled, "and there was the twerp, Timmy Turner, I don't think he needs an introduction to you governor, pink cloak, pink shirt, he still doesn't have a fashion sense."
Governor smiled, "I knew he was back, I felt it!" he turned around, "Jace, the minute he gets to the city limit I want you to meet him, not in battle, extend an invitation to join me in dinner, he can bring his little friend," he turned to them, "if all goes as planned, he will be joining us in our endeavor."
'What if he refuses?" Wally asked.
Governor held his hand up, making Wally's staff appear in his hands, he pulled something out of his pocket, a blood red crystal in the shape of a star, he put it into the head of the staff and tossed it to wally, who easily caught it, smiling in the feeling of power returning to him, "Then you will detain him, kill him if you can't detain him."
Vickie smiled, "Now that's an order I can get behind."