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Chapter 39: Into the Cold Waters We Go

Posted: 13 Jan 2007

"That Timothy Turner never does what he is told." Fanny frowned so hard that Wanda was worried that it would freeze like that.

"I have often ran into that problem myself with him," she confirmed. "I just don't know what to do with him."

Fanny patted her hand. "Just keep up with it, Wanda. He'll get better with time."

Wanda sighed. "I do hope that you are right. I would hate to think of how he would end up if he kept it up at this rate."

"I know, dear." Wanda looked across to the other couch, where Mrs. Turner and the old man were having a conversation. About what, she couldn't tell. They were talking too softly for her to overhear. But Maria didn't seem too concerned about his missing son. Just when was she going to wake up to the fact that her son was missing again? She didn't seem to notice. Was she really oblivious to her son's whereabouts and what he was doing? Just what kind of parents were her and her husband?

And where was Mr. Turner anyway? Wanda hadn't seen him in sometime. Not since the diner. She hoped that he was doing all right.

Even though, Mrs. Turner didn't seem bothered by his absence either.

Sally appeared. "Fanny, when do you think that Timmy will show up?"

"Don't you have any concern that A.J. is still missing?" Wanda wondered.

"Oh, he can take care of himself," Sally dismissed. "He's not an idiot. Like Timmy is." She snorted.

"But I'm sure that he has his good point. Right, Sally?"

"He probably does. But I'll never find them."

"Sally!" Fanny chided her. "That's no way to talk about a boy who could very well be dead."

"But they're fairies. Surely they wouldn't allow a human child to come to any harm."

"Errr…"

Sally must have picked up the hesitation in their voice. "What aren't you telling me?"

Wanda and her mother exchanged an uneasy look. "Do you want to tell her, or should I?"

-OOO-

When Timmy was led into the office, or what he could only assume was supposed to an office at any rate, he could see that it was completely empty. Where did all the furniture go? He ventured a glance at Mama Cosma. She just didn't look too pleased at the results. She grabbed one of her soldiers. "Where are they?!"

The solider could only shrug helplessly. In a fit of rage, she pushed him back. "You're useless. I would get more help from a brain-dead monkey.

"And I have!"

Vicky looked absolutely miserable when she was forced to kneel next to Timmy. "I hope that you realize that this is all your fault, twerp."

He nodded. "Yes," he said wearily. He was prepared to accept some of the blame, but not all of it. But he wasn't about to tell Vicky that. She looked like she was liable to rip his head off if he dare challenge her word.

So he didn't.

"No talking," Mama Cosma ordered. "Can't have you sharing escape plans with each other after all."

"Oh please," Vicky sneered. "Like I would ever share anything with him. I would rather eat my own foot off."

Mama Cosma blanched when she heard Vicky's colorful use of language. "No talking," she repeated firmly. She nodded. And the two fairy guards came forward with a rope in their hands. "Now, don't make a fuss. Or these nice guards would be forced to hurt you."

Timmy was perfectly content to let them tie him up.

Vicky, on the other hand, wasn't nearly as cooperative. She struggled the moment the guards started approaching her. They didn't seem too pleased by this.

In the end, Vicky probably should have regretted her rashness. She had been manhandled like she was a calf at a rodeo. Instead, when she could no longer move, she just went into a tirade against the fairies who had just tied her that calf. "You call these knots? I can tie tighter bonds in my sleep! And you call yourselves thugs."

The taller fairy guard tilted his head. "Actually, ma'am, nobody has been calling us thugs."

"We just have been called Fairy Squadies and just plain-old guards," the other one added.

"Oh." Vicky seemed to be at a loss for words. And all the steam ran out of her tirade. And she proceeded to study her knees.

"Are you quite done yet, sweetie?" Mama Cosma asked. "I would hate to have to gag you."

Vicky nodded.

"Good. I would hate to have my linens dirtied by your filthy mouth."

Filthy mouth? Vicky might have evil, mean, and vindictive. But Timmy had to admit that she had never uttered a single obscenity.

At least not in his presence. Though she had with him an awfully lot as of late….

The scowl of Mama Cosma's, though, told Timmy all that he need to know. Apparently Vicky had used obscenities. In the moments between when they had been caught and when they came to this room, when Timmy had been far too distracted to notice what Vicky might had been saying to Mama Cosma. From what little Timmy recalled, they had exchanged quite a few words. Any one of them might have been unacceptable to Mama Cosma's ears.

Once they were both snuggly bound, the fairies, apparently satisfied with their knot-work, returned to Mama Cosma. "Now you can talk and struggle all you want," she cooed. "It won't do you a lick of good. Those ropes that you're tied up with are enchanted. There's no absolutely no way you can untie them."

Timmy started to believe that he wouldn't get out of this alive when Mama Cosma began laughing maniacally as she locked the door behind herself and her goons as they left.

"This can't be good." Apparently Vicky agreed with him. Which was hardly ever a good thing. "We have to do something. Quickly." She struggle against her bounds, seemingly futilely.

Timmy didn't seem to get any results from his struggles either. "But what, Vicky? There isn't anything we can do about it right now."

Vicky shot him a murderous look. "Dwelling on your shortcomings is no way to get out of this mess or, more importantly, to get me of it. THINK OF SOMETHING!"

Timmy thrust his chin into the air. "Why should I? You're the babysitter here. It's your responsibility to take care of me. You think of something!"

"Fine. But don't expect me to get you those bounds, twerp. You're the one I hate the most."

Timmy sighed. "How can I forget? You try to make me miserable every chance you get."

"Tell me something that I don't know, twerp." She began sneering at him. She snorted. "You never do anything right." She began rubbing her wrists, which were free from the knots.

Timmy looked on, amazed. "How did you do that?"

Vicky looked at him with disdain. "You wouldn't help, so I'm not going to help you." He didn't like the smile that had formed on her face. "Besides I like you being all trussed up like that. I think I'll keep you like that."

Timmy swallowed. He really didn't like where this was headed.

Especially when Vicky picked him up as if he were a package that she was delivering and started to attack the door with her foot.

But before her foot could land, the door was flung open and Timmy's dad appeared with a confused look on his face. "So, Timmy, it's funny meeting you in a place like this." His dad rubbed his chin in thought. "Say, just what are doing here in the first place, young man? Shouldn't you be back home? Where it's safe?"

"Gee, I would love to, dad. But things sort've… happened since I was at school last."

"Just what sort of things, young man?"

"Well…" For one thing, he was still tied up like a Christmas turkey and his father still hadn't seemed to notice. And, for another, he seemed to be caught in some kind of plot amongst the fairies. Something he knew better than to get involved in. But he couldn't his dad all that. It would take too long. They had to get of there.

Now.

"That's nice, Mr. Turner." Vicky had dropped all appearances of hostility and acted as sweetly as she could manage. Which Timmy knew from experience was an awfully lot. "But that was exactly what I was planning on doing. Dragging your son back home with me."

"Excellent." Mr. Turner nodded approvingly. "Then let's get going then." He frowned. "But aren't you going to untie Timmy?"

"I can't." Vicky shrugged helplessly. "I had simply tensed up my wrists and ankles when they were tying me up. The big lugs never noticed. And I simply slipped my hands out." She produced the ropes, which were still tied in knots. "See?"

"Oh." He picked up his son. "Now how do we get out of here?"

"Look for an exit." Vicky shrugged.

"Yeesh! A brain-dead monkey could have come up with a better plan than that!"

Vicky pointed down the hallway in an off-hand, casual way. "That way?"

"Works for me!"

Timmy sighed. Here they went again.

Off they went.

-OOO-

Sally fumed. No one was telling her anything. Not even Fanny, her fairy godmother of all people! Sally had tried to wish that Fanny would just explain the whole situation, but she had just given an explanation that just didn't make any sense.

She slapped her forehead. It had simply never occurred to her to wish for an explanation that made perfect sense. Now that it had occurred, she decided to hunt out Fanny and make that wish.

Fanny had seemed to have disappeared.

-OOO-

"Why are we here?" Vicky demanded. "What's going on?"

They had just traveled through a labyrinth of halls and rooms to reach this ice-water-filled swimming pool. Which was something that Timmy didn't get. Why would anyone want to have a swimming pool full of ice water?

"How should I know, twerp?" Vicky snapped at him.

"Wha?"

"You said your question out loud."

"Oh."

Mr. Turner, meanwhile, was staring thoughtfully at the chilly waters. "What is it, Dad?" Timmy asked. "What are you looking for?"

He looked at his son with a gleam in his eye. "Do you think those binds of yours come off in cold water?"

"What? Do you really that fairies would really be that stupid?"

An explosion rocked the hospital.

"Let's find out," Timmy declared.

"Okay." Vicky, without hesitation, plunged headfirst into the icy water.

Timmy hoped that he wasn't making some of kind of dreadful mistake by following her in.

At least the ropes came off….