Fairly Oddparents copyright Viacom

Here's a list of characters I have created for this story:

The Oracle,

Johnny,

Lucas,

Sally,

Fanny,

Naeemah,

And finally, Nancy, who is introduced in this chapter.

Chapter 16: Vicky and Johnny

Written: 12 Mar 2005-26 Mar 2005

Posted: 27 Mar 2005

Vicky woke up with a start. As she began to wake up, she started to feel that she wasn't so quite alone. Since she was buck naked, that was very much a bad thing. She was rolling over and reaching for her underwear when something trapped her attention. It was a young boy that was about the twerp's age. "What are you staring at?"

"Wow," he replied. "I've never seen a naked lady before."

"Well, guess what," Vicky replied with a straight face. "You still haven't."

"But-"

Vicky stood right up. "Do I look naked to you?"

"Yes."

"You're crazy, kid." Vicky put her hands to her hips. "I'm most certainly not naked."

"You look naked to me."

Vicky regarded him closely. "Whatever, kid," she said finally. "Don't you have a mommy to find?"

"Yes," he answered innocently. "Won't you help me?" Oh boy, he doesn't the trouble he's in for, Vicky thought gleefully. Now the real fun can begin.

"Yes," Vicky said sharply. "You can gather wood so that you can start a fire."

Johnny saluted snappily. "Yes sir, sir." He headed for the woods. Then he stopped and looked back. "What's your name, lady?"

"It's Vicky!" she snapped. "Now get that wood!"

He saluted again. "Yes sir, sir." He disappeared off into the woods.

Vicky sighed contently. This is going to work out very well. She checked her clothing and began to get dressed.

With Johnny around, maybe she didn't have to leave.

OOO-

After Timmy was finished speaking, Mrs. Turner was clearly taken back. "Well that certainly would explain all lot of things," she allowed. "But did you say that if you told anyone about your fairies they would be gone forever?"

Timmy sighed. "Yes. But they're probably gone already."

"You still remember them, right?"

"Yes, but-"

"No buts, mister. We're saving Cosmo and Wanda and that's all there is to it." She shrugged. "Besides what else do we have to do?"

Timmy didn't like the sound of that.

Mrs. Turner went to the cave entrance and looked out. "It looks to be safe. Let's go."

OOO-

"That went well," Fanny observed with an ice pack on her head.

Lucas nodded. "But I'm afraid that they will be after Timmy and his mother in no time."

"Then we have no time to lose," Fanny agreed. "But do you have any suggestions? I can't think of a thing."

He picked up himself with his crutch. And he smiled. "I think I have a plan."

"Well?"

He shared the plan with his mother.

"That sounds like a good start." Fanny began thinking. "But it's going to take a lot of doing."

Lucas shrugged. "We're fairies. How hard could it be?"

OOO-

Vicky nodded when saw the pile of sticks and logs that Johnny had collected. This should do nicely, she decided. "That is a good start," he told Johnny even though there was more than enough wood in the pile. "Now… get some more."

"Yes, ma'am," he saluted before marching into the woods to follow yet another of Vicky's commands. But still… Why isn't this kid miserable yet? Most kids his age, oh especially that twerp, would have cried hours ago.

Vicky would just have to try harder.

No kid should remain un-miserable when around here. Vicky, after all, had a reputation to uphold.

Perhaps she could use him to find her shirt. The bra that she was wearing was a ratty old thing, and it was starting to itch. And it had never really fit. It would be a welcome opportunity if she could take it off. But she couldn't just go topless in front of this little twerp.

Or could she?

Before she could pursue that line of reasoning, Johnny returned with another armful of firewood. "Got anything else for me to do, Vicky?" he asked after placing the firewood onto the pile he had already made.

Vicky gritted her teeth. There just had to be a way to make this kid miserable. She smiled. She just might have the way. "My shirt is missing," she said.

Johnny nodded. "Huh-uh."

"I want you to find it for me."

"But it what does it look like?"

"You're smart. You'll figure it out."

"If you say so."

"I do say so."

Johnny nodded and left. Leaving Vicky free to plan the torments she would spring on the little twerp while he went looking for her shirt.

And who knows? Maybe she would find his shirt before he did.

She rubbed her hands in glee. This is going to be fun, she thought before getting started.

OOO-

"Mom, where did you get the idea of rafting down the river, Mom," Timmy asked. "And why?"

"Nobody would expect us to go down this canyon river," she replied.

"Why's that, Mom?"

"I have no idea what I'm doing," she announced.

Oh joy was Timmy's unspoken thought. He and his mother were floating down the river at the bottom of the chasm in an orange inflatable raft that Mrs. Turner had poofed up. In the back of that raft was a locker filled with provisions for the long trip that was sure to lay in their future. The footlocker was tied to the raft securely. Very securely. All in all, Timmy had to admit that having a fairy could be very handy. But her comment didn't exactly fill him with confidence.

"Besides I have a feeling about this river," she continued.

"What sort of feeling, Mom?"

"That this is the way of course!"

"Of course," Timmy said dryly.

He looked up toward the sky, which he could barely see. It seemed so much like how the river looked from the top of the canyon. The ride down the river still was a little fun, but he felt so very confined in the narrow walls of the canyon. Why did the canyons I go through have to be so narrow? He wondered.

"Mom," he asked, "do you have any hope that we're going find Cosmo and Wanda?"

"What kind of stupid question is that?" Mrs. Turner moved the paddle from the port to the starboard side of the boat. "Of course we're going to find them, honey."

Timmy nodded. Mom was right. They will find Timmy's fairy godparents.

OOO-

Sally didn't give a single thought about that boy as she had a picnic with her new babysitter. She didn't even turn her mind to what had happened to Olga. All her attention was on what Nancy was saying. "Then she slipped and fell flat on her face," Nancy came to the punch line.

Sally didn't laugh.

Nancy noticed right away. "What's wrong, Sally?"

"I don't get it."

Nancy sighed. Sally hadn't getting any of her jokes, which had slain in the past with her charges. Something had to be wrong. "Sally, do you want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" Sally demanded.

"Something's wrong, Sally. I can tell."

"What are you? Some kind of pshrink?"

"Actually. Yes."

"Oh."

"Well?"

"Are you kidding? How can there be anything wrong? My parents have replaced the Olga the Terrible with a nice babysitter who treats me like a human being for a change." She looked thoughtful. "Maybe it's because you have observing me like one of your laboratory specimens."

"I have done no such thing!" She settled down. "What was this Olga like?"

"Sort of like Vicky."

"Oh," she said softly, "I see."

"But I suppose I should count myself lucky. I'm not Timmy Turner."

"That's true."

"But the little punk saw my bare butt."

"Oh my. Did he spy on you while you were in the bath?"

"Ummm…" Sally looked off into distance, where a line of trees stood. "No."

"What happened?"

Sally blushed. "That isn't really important."

"All right, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"I kinda dropped my panties in front of him."

"O-kay."

"They were wet and I just wasn't thinking, okay?"

Nancy nodded. "Okay." She decided to change the subject. "You know what the most the average African makes in a…"

OOO-

The end of the river seemed much closer now. In fact it seemed to cut off suddenly. "Is that a waterfall up ahead, Mom?" Timmy asked, hoping that he was wrong.

Mrs. Turner looked toward it thoughtfully. "It could be. There's only one way to find out though."

"Fall off it?"

"No, silly." She performed a dismissive gesture with her hand. "It's fly over it." She pulled an anchor out of nowhere and dropped it over the side of the raft. "Wait here," she said before flying off, leaving Timmy to himself.

"Now what?" he asked himself.

It was becoming more and more clear that a waterfall was up ahead. The roiling water at the apparent horizon was a dead give-away. "Oh, Mom," he said to the air. There was a second way. Simply waiting until you get closer!"

But he was confident that his mother would save him.

Right?

OOO-

Vicky couldn't hide the astonishment she had for the log tree house that Johnny had built. Of course it was Johnny who had build it. There was no one else around but Johnny and Vicky. And Vicky knew that she didn't build it. She didn't have the skills or, more importantly, the interest. That was what little twerps were for.

Like Johnny Q. Brat.

Vicky growled. That brat was supposed to be looking for her shirt. Not building a shelter! "Johnny, get your butt down here and give my shirt if you've found it. Otherwise get your butt in gear and start looking!"

"I've got your shirt right here, Vicky," a voice said from behind her, causing her to jump.

When she had landed back down, she faced the opposite direction. "Don't ever do that, twerp!"

Johnny had a puppy-dog look. "I only wanted to tell you that I found your shirt." He had some blue material in his hands.

Vicky eyed it suspiciously. Then she reached out and snatched it out of Johnny's grasp. It turned out to be a blue cotton button-up shirt. "That's not my shirt."

"I'm sorry," he said. "What does it look like?"

Vicky sighed. She was beginning to wonder how many shirts were in this crater forest. "It's green." She sighed when she saw the look on Johnny's face. "Just bring every green piece of material that you find."

He gave a jaunty salute and ran off. As Vicky studied the blue shirt, she came up with many a delicious plan to scare the pants off that Johnny twerp. She laughed.

He stopped and looked back. "Say, you're pretty handy with logs, Vicky. That's a pretty cool tree house that you built."

Vicky pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just go get those green cloths."

"All righty." He saluted again and left.

Oh great. Another mystery. If he didn't build that tree house, who did?

She made her decision as she put on the blue shirt. She would try the Big Foot gambit.

She had more important things to do than worry about tree houses from nowhere.