A/N: I finally up-date! Just that I've had a lot of one-shots in mind

Timmy sat boredly on the sand of the playground. His legs were crossed into a horizontal 'X' and both elbows were propped onto each knees, cradling his chin in his hands. "Oh, come on, Timmy," Tucker said, trying to get the boy to speak to him. "It feels bad to be given the cold shoulder."

Timmy didn't stir. "Timmy, maybe you are being a little harsh," sounded a tiny voice in his ear: Wanda.

"I don't want to," Timmy mumbled quietly.

"Huh?" Tucker asked.

"Nothing." Timmy stood and looked around. Where had Sam and Danny gone. He said something beneath his breath, then heard another tiny voice in hisear say, "Uh oh, my 'Timmy's in trouble' sense is tingling!"

"Trouble?" Timmy asked. "From who?"

"I never said anything about trouble," Tucker responded. He looked at Timmy with a look that said: 'what are you hiding?'

Timmy winced and quickly said, "I need the bathroom, be right back!" He ran off. What was this about trouble? His parents knew he was at the park, right?

"Timmy!" Tucker called, but Timmy didn't turn back. He quickly disappeared in the distance. Tucker frowned. "The bathroom's this way," he mumbled. "Better go tell Sam and Danny." Then Tucker stopped talking and looked around for his two friends. He hadn't elft them too far behind, had he? "Where are those two lovebirds?" he mused to himself. He grinned as realization hit him. Of course they'd be over there.

Tucker ran off in another direction and vanished behind a sheet of vegetation.

Timmy, meanwhile, had gone off into a place with absolutely no one else present. His fairies Wanda and Cosmo quickly changed into their human-like form before him. "What kind of toruble?" he asked. Cosmo's wand glowed, then showed a small TV-like image in the star of his wand. In the star, Timmy could see a strange white van with illegible writing on it. atop the van was a giant satellite thing.

"Crocker," Timmy hissed between clenched teeth. "How'd he find out where I am?" Timmy saw that Crocker was already near the same highway number his family had passed onto on their way to Amity Park. "Does he at least not know exactly where I live?"

"We don't know, Timmy," Wanda said. Cosmo looked from person to person.

"This could mean trouble, why else would you're 'Timmy's in trouble' sense be tingling?"

"Her what was doing what?" Cosmo asked. Timmy ignored him.

"What kind of trouble do you think it will be?" Timmy asked.

"He'll probably try to capture Cosmo and me. I don't know that for sure either."

Timmy frowned. What ind of trouble would Crocker's presence bring to Amity Park. What if he decides to get a job here and live here? Never-ending hiding-out all over again! "We can't let anyone find out he's coming, nor let Crocker tell anyone about fairy god parents," he said, determined. "Else it may raise suspicions with Sam, Tucker, and Danny. And I can't have them find out about you guys else you'll disappear forever!"

"But think about it this way, Timmy! If Crocker does start telling people, then everyone will think he's crazy and kick him out of the city if not lock him up!" Cosmo said.

"Cosmo has a point, Timmy," Wanda said. Then she went over what she'd just said. "Wow, those are five words I never thought I'd use in the same sentence."

"Things are already getting weird!" Timmy exclaimed. "We need to ward off Crocker, put him in the wrong direction!"

"Is that a wish?" Cosmo asked.

"I wish Crocker would miss the correct exit and end up going somewhere else other than Amity Park!"

"Timmy, maybe a precise location would be more useful. You don't know where-"

"Done!" Cosmo exclaimed before Wanda could finish.

Off with Crocker...

Crocker was busily looking at a map, all the while trying to drive at the same time. "Turn left on Cherry Avenue: did that. Right at the first exit," Crocker looked up. He saw the first exit about fifteen yards ahead of him to the left. While he wasn't looking, there was a small Poof! and the map changed that one small detail.

Crocker looked back down to make sure, then saw that it was the second exit, not the first. "Okay, second exit," he mumbled, and passed right by. He looked around for the second exit and found it coming up ahead to his right. "Leads onto...Broad Street," Crocker read. He mumbled something incoherently beneath his breath and went onto the road.

Crocker came to strange little place as he veered onto Broad Street. It was very vacant and looked almost abandoned. He noticed that Broad Street led right onto an old train station. Train tracks ran as far as his eyes could see. "This is strange," he murmured, and kept his eyes peeled.

While this was happening...

"Oh this place is perfect, Lydia!" Freakshow exclaimed. They were flying over a very vacant, very frightening piece of land. Traintracks were everywhere, as far as the eye could see. Better yet, it seemed as if no one had trespassed onto the land for a very long time.

The ghost flew down to the ground and let Freakshow go. About Freakshow's neck hung the sared gem Bloodrain, it's sheer beauty making anyone who should look at it sick to their stomach. "This is perfect!" Freakshow said again. He breathed in deeply and let the air out in a sigh. "It feels good to be out in the open."

Too bad his peace did not last. A strange beeping sound caught his ear. "What, what is that?" Freakshow asked. "Is that, is that beeping I hear?" He put a hand slightly around his ear to magnify the sound. It was beeping alright, and coming from nearby. "Come, let's see what it is." He motioned for the red-cloaked ghost to follow him towards the sound.

To his surprise, he found a man dressed in dress clothes holding a strange tracking device in his hands. Immediately Freakshow seemed angry. The damned device was pointing at him! The man, wearing black-rimmed glasses and strange satisfied look on his face looked up. Immediately the frown disappeared.

"Hey, you're not a FAIRY GOD PARENT! You're just a man!" the guy wailed.

Freakshow scowled. "Who are you?" he asked. "This is my land, no trespassing! And of course I'm a ma and not a...what did you call it?"

"FAIRY GOD PARENTS! it's a type of magical being that-"

Freakshow cut the man short. "I'm not one! Now who are you?"

"I'm Mr. Crocker, and you?" Crocker asked.

"I am Freakshow." Freakshow put a hand to his chest to emphasize the word 'I.'

"Hmmm..." Crocker mumbled, looking at the infernal device in his hands to Freakshow, then repeated the same thing.

"What?" Freakshow asked.

"f you're not a fairy, then why is my tracker saying you are?" Crocker asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Then it is probably broken," Freakshow said. "Lydia, if you will."

Only now did Crocker realize the mysterious, cloaked person behind Freakshow. It was a woman, he could tell. But once the hood came off her head and the cloak was pushed back behind her shoulders, he could see she was not ordinary. Instead of hair she had what looked like spikes. And her body was adorned by many tattoos. Not to mention she looked a little green.

"What are you?" Crocker exclaimed, dropping his device.

"She is Lydia, I am Freakshow," Freakshow explained. Then a wide little smirk arose on his face. He walked up to the man, picked up his tracker. "Can this thing track anything else?" he asked slyly, a sudden idea popping into his head.

Crocker's eyes were on Lydia, but he tore them away to look at Freakshow. "I think it can, depends what it is you want it to track," he said. "I'll need DNA samples, or anything else."

"A ghost," Freakshow said. "A half-ghost to be exact."

"Half-ghost? What's that?" Crocker asked. Freakshow chuckled and said, "I believe we can become a sort of partners, dear friend. I'll explain to you my plan if you'll explain to me what you are doing here tracking...what was it again?"

"FAIRY GOD PARENTS!" Crocker exclaimed.

Freakshow frowned slightly, then put onanother thin, forced smile and chuckle. "Alright then," he said. "Let's you and me get acquainted." There was an evil twinkle in his eyes that could make anyone cower in fear, but Crocker did not seem to notice. He only noticed the bright, dark red, vivid, blood-colored gem about the man's neck. He figured he'd ask about it later. But now, he couldn't wait to blather on about fairies!

"Timmy's a little weird isn't he?" Danny said suddenly. Sam, who was sitting on a tree branch a little closer to the ground than Danny who was a little far up. Danny sat back against the trunk, one leg dangling and arms crossed over his chest. She looked at him. She'd been telling him something, but it suddenly left her mind and she focused on what he had just said.

"What?"

"Timmy, he's kinda weird," he repeated. "When he sort of barged in on me changing back to Danny Fenton, he was surprised, obviously. But then afterwards he kept talking as if there was no tomorrow. Then again, that was expected, but it's what he said that's gotten to me."

"What'd he say?" Sam asked, looking at him still.

"He said he couldn't tell my secret," Danny said. "I'm pretty sure the correct word should have been 'wouldn't', but he sounded almost as if he couldn't even if he tried. As if I had something to get him back with."

"Danny, he's ten, I'm sure it was just a simple mistake," Sam said.

"Maybe," Danny said.

Sam suddenly got a vague, smug-like look on her face. "You're not the detective kind, what brought you on to this amazing find?"

Danny half sighed, half chuckled. "You're right, I'm not," he agreed. "But haven't you noticed some times he talks a little bit to himself? He also seems to always be followed around by a strange pink and green couple of either ants, bees, or something. When we were coming out of the woods, I saw a green bee and a pink bee flying next to him. I don't think those are natural colors, Sam."

"So he's got some sort of attraction on...stuff like that, no big," Sam said. "What do you think they are? Ghosts in disguise?"

Danny rolled his eyes and shook his head at her sudden smugness.

Suddenly, someone peeked out from behind a few bushes. "Guys?' the figure called.

"Tucker?" Danny and Sam chorused. Tucker looked at them and grinned.

"I knew I'd find you in the woods!" he said triumphantly.

"Get to the point, where's Timmy?" Danny asked.

"Gone," Tucker said.

"What? I was sorta supposed to take care of him. He's new, he won't be able to find his way home," Danny said, suddenly alarmed.

Tucker shrugged. "He just said he needed to go to the bathroom," he said.

Danny calmed down slightly, then said, "So why'd you come looking for us?"

"What Timmy said before he said he needed the bathroom," Tucker said. "He said something about trouble. In his exact words, 'Trouble? From who?'."

Danny and Sam shared a glance. "You don't think..."

"Surely doubt it," she responded. Tucker sighed. He hated it when stuff like this happened. Sam and Danny seemed to have some sort of mental connection some times. He hated being left out.

"Why would he be?"

"Not he, they. His parents."

"Did they seem like bad people?"

"No, but you never know." Then Danny paused. "Wait, you know, his parents did say something about 'Dinkleburgs' or something."

"Dinkleburgs? Maybe-"

"What are you two talking about?" Tucker questioned.

Danny and Sam looked at him. "Oh, well, I thought that maybe they may be on the lam or something," Danny said. "You know, like on the run from the cops?"

"But I don't find that likely," Sam added.

"You guys are so weird," Tucker remarked. Sam laughed, as did Danny.

"What's so funny?"Timmy's voice penetrated the friendly silence that had befallen them. Suddenly, everything went silent.

E/N: Sorry it took me so long to up-date! I hope you liked the chapter!

--Airamé Phantom