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Chapter 40: Promises

Posted: 18 Sep 2007

Fanny watched the column of smoke grow over the building. "I hope our little distraction bought them enough time to escape."

"We can only pray. There is nothing more that we can do for them now." Wanda sighed, staring thoughtfully at an old television set. "Although I wish otherwise."

"I understand, dear. I would feel the same if you were the one that was missing."

"Thank you, Mom." A thought seemed to occur to her. "What about Big Daddy?"

"Oh, him?" Fanny touched Wanda's shoulders. "You know that I would."

Wanda appeared to be mollified. Which was fortunate. The truth would be far too uncomfortable for her to bear.

Soon she spotted Sally running her way. She sighed. Here comes the moment of truth. And she didn't think that she would be able to take it very well. Her or Sally.

"Just follow my lead, Wanda."

Wanda nodded.

When Sally reached Fanny's side, she looked very cross at her. "Yes, how can I help you, dearie?"

"You still haven't told me."

"No."

Fanny waited for Sally to say anything more. But it seemed that Sally was waiting for her to say something. She would have to wait a while. Fanny was just not ready to share the secret just yet.

"Well?"

Fanny leaned her head. "Before I tell you, Sally, there are some questions I think I should ask you first."

"Like what?"

"How do you feel about Timmy Turner?"

"Who?"

"The boy with the pink hat," Wanda supplied.

"He's all right. I guess. But when we are going everybody?"

"People are missing?"

Sally nodded.

"Who's missing?"

"We're the only three who aren't."

Fanny swore. "Why am I always the last to find these things out?"

"You're not, mom." Wanda rolled her eyes. "I'm usually the last."

"I know what you mean!"

"What about the others!"

"Don't worry, Sally. We'll find them."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

What other choice do I have?

-OOO-

Timmy, huddling under a blanket dripping wet and freezing his butt off, stuck there with fiends and family, his dad and his mean, old babysitter, wondered if he might have been a mistake somewhere down the line. At least he could say that he had led an eventful life…. That's always a plus.

But why had he have to make such a dumb wish anyway? It always led to even misery for him. And not for the first time, he wondered how wishing for a new babysitter could have possibly got him into this mess. There just was so much about Fairyworld that he didn't understand. He was starting to feel like a complete idiot.

"Mr. Turner," Vicky said through chattering teeth, "this is all Timmy's fault."

Timmy wasn't surprised by that. But what did surprise him was his father's reaction to it. "What's Timmy's fault?" He sounded just about cheerful about it!

"Us being stuck here. That's what!"

Mr. Turner began to laugh. It was kind of creepy actually. Timmy was starting to think that his father was losing his mind. It wouldn't be the first time that he had such thoughts. "Whoever said that we were stuck here, Vicky?"

She leveled her gaze at him. "You know a way out of here, Mr. Turner?"

He took in a deep breath before speaking. "Not exactly."

"What!"

"But only because we haven't looked yet is all."

"We did too, Mr. Turner. But found no sign of any door, window, air vent, or anything else of the sort. Except for that." She pointed to the pool of icy cold water that they had just come from. "And I ain't going that way. Not again."

Mr. Turner smiled. "You might not have to. You never know about these things…."

Vicky rolled her eyes. "Oh. All right. I'll look. But I'm not promising that I will find anything."

Timmy had his own doubts about the whole searching idea as well. There weren't exactly that many places to look! But he agreed to look. After all, what else was there to do?

Now that their clothes were at least semi-dry, they could get back dressed to begin their search. Hopefully it wouldn't take long, though. Timmy's clothes were still a bit chilly. Even his underwear was stealing his warmth!

When they were all finally dressed, (Timmy blushed when he had caught sight of Vicky's bare, naked hip. He tried not to think of what wasn't uncovered.) they all got started on the hunt.

The search took much longer than any of them had hoped that it would.

-OOO-

Mama Cosma had picked up the filthy habit of chewing her fingernails again. It was all that Wanda creature's fault. Why that… that woman had decided to make her life a living heck she didn't know if she would ever know. Not that it really mattered. Wanda would get hers in the end.

Though how she got the three prisoners out remained a mystery. Ever since the raucous in the hospital no one has seen her. Except for that one rumor that was going around….

Fortunately she didn't listen to rumors. They were far too distracting from the things that really mattered.

Like getting her Cosmo-lulu away from that Wanda-creature. And she was now down to Plan Q….

"Mama Cosma, the final piece is place," a young aid informed her. She remembered him. He was the one with the cute tush.

"Excellent. Then let's proceed, shall we?"

"Yes, ma'am." He whistled and two burly-looking fairy squad members appeared carrying a young boy who was bound and gagged. Despite those bonds and gagged, he was disagreeing most vehemently with his recent treatment. Mama Cosma couldn't catch the words, but the gist was most plain to see. She didn't blame him.

"Remove his gag." Her order was immediately carried out. "Sorry about that, sweetie. These Fairy Squad thugs can be a bit… harsh in their methods."

"You just wait until my fairy gets here. He'll kick your butts with both hands tied behind his back!"

Mama Cosma rolled her eyes. "Put the gag back on."

It went back on.

Some boys were just too difficult to work with. Actually most boys were. But that was to be expected. "What is this boy's name, Sydney?"

"I believe it's Johnny Matthews, ma'am."