A/N: First off, I wanted to mention qwerty-kitties for inspiring me with the Cosmo/Wanda subplot. I haven't spoken to her in years, but her fanfic regarding this exact issue with them and the marriage jokes stayed with me for years. So I hope I've done a good job paying homage to it without ripping her off, because that was not my intention.

Second, I'm debating posting another fanfic I've been working on my LJ on . I'm not sure I will, though, since I have so many running concurrently.

It almost felt like one of their old dates. Cosmo was all nerves and Wanda was wary of telling him everything. The difference was that Cosmo was apprehensive because of what he'd done wrong instead of worrying about what he might do wrong instead. They'd been dancing around this issue for months now. It was time for action and Wanda sipped her coffee while she tried to think of how to broach the topic further.

He'd insisted on talking about it, though, which was new for him. Normally, as a coward, he avoided confrontation unless it was forced upon him.

"I don't want to lose you," he blurted. "I'm afraid I'm going to."

"You're not going to lose me," she soothed. He reached for her hands across the table and held them tightly. Tears pricked his eyes. She'd been depressed for months, but she'd never seen it affecting him until now. Something she'd said had gotten through to him finally.

"But you said-" he started and she put a finger on his lips by leaning across the table. They were seated opposite each other.

"I said that you've been upsetting me and hitting on other women in front of me," she corrected him. "You seemed to think it was funny and included Timmy in on the joke. It's not funny. And…"

She faltered; this had been on her mind a lot lately, though she hadn't dared bring it up before.

"You and Timmy seem to have a relationship outside of the three of us. You are closer than I am to him and I feel like you're pandering to him to get brownie points," she said, feeling the weight come off as she said it.

Cosmo didn't deny it, which Wanda was grateful for. If he had, she would've felt worse.

"I'm not doing it to hurt you," Cosmo protested. "I didn't realize I was hurting you."

His lower lip quivered. "Why didn't you say something?"

"Because I thought it would be better if I just tried to act like it wasn't bothering me," Wanda said and sighed. "That didn't work out. I just got depressed."

Cosmo abandoned his already cooling cup of tea and came to her side on his knees. He seized her hands and held them tightly between them. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean it. You know I didn't mean it. I'm just an idiot, but I'm your idiot, right?"

"Yes," she said, sighing. "You're my idiot."

He pressed his lips against her hands. "I'll never hurt you again. I promise. But, Wanda…you've gotta tell me."

He smiled faintly. "You know I'm not that bright and big words confuse me. But you're the love of my life and I wanna keep it that way."

"You're the love of my life too," she said and smiled back. "And yes, I'd like to keep it that way too."

Cosmo's smile was tentative but genuine. He lunged forward and hugged her, causing the seat to slide backward on the pavement. Wanda chuckled and scooped him up into her arms. Their eyes met and he kissed her softly. She let him do it, but she had abruptly remembered why they were in Fairy World in the first place.

"We need to find Amelia," she reminded him when he drew back, frowning. "We can finish our cups, but we need to find Amelia too. It's the whole reason we're here, remember?"

Cosmo nodded, but his gaze was hooked onto her.

"If I do something that stupid again, tell me, okay?" he pleaded.

"I'll tell you," she promised. He rested against her for a moment and she hugged him. Things weren't completely patched, but they felt better than they had in a while. Now that Cosmo was aware of the problem, perhaps he'd start working on his behavior. Hopefully, he wasn't about to apologize all over himself and distract them from their current predicament.

"I'm not really in the mood for tea," he decided.

"And my coffee's gone cold," she remarked, taking a sip and shuddering. "Coffee should either be hot or iced. It should never be room temperature."

She held up her wand and brought them back to the training grounds. Cadets swirled around them en route to various different classes and practices. They were all buzz-cut, which should make it easier to find Amelia, assuming Jorgen hadn't treated her to the same haircut. Wanda frowned.

"I just realized I have no idea what Amelia looks like as a faerie," she said. "We only met her as a mouse."

"Leave it to me, baby!" he said and zoomed over to a group of cadets. "Have you seen Amelia? She's about this high and she's Trixie Tang's godmother."

Wanda groaned, facepalming. Cosmo's method left some things to be desired. Moreover, they'd never find Amelia if he tried asking every single group. There must've been a thousand faeries here. It was like looking for a needle in a magical haystack. Calling out for Amelia might just lead to some strange looks and confused faeries floating hurriedly past.

There had to be a way to thin the herd.

Meanwhile, as she pondered this, Cosmo went over and started asking more people if they knew Amelia.

("Are you Timmy?" "No!" "Are you Timmy now?")

Sadly, Cosmo's tactics were all they had right now. Maybe there was a way to bait a trap to bring Amelia to them. It felt like Timmy's wish for everyone to be the same all over again, except with faeries instead of humans.

The other half of the problem was that while they'd been searching for Timmy before, he'd been looking for them too. Amelia was most assuredly not looking for them. They might have to wait until Trixie Tang's party to do something, because there was no other way to locate her. She sighed, shoulders sinking.

"Let's go, hon," she said and grabbed Cosmo by the arm.

"Aw, but I was just getting somewhere," he protested and she raised her eyebrows.

"Really?"

"Yeah, just another 998 to go!" he said and she groaned, rolling her eyes.

"Let's go back to Timmy," she said. "He's probably asleep now and we should probably get some shut-eye too. Tomorrow is going to be another long, smelly day."

She frowned. "I almost miss when Timmy was in school. At least those people bathed…sometimes."

They returned to Earth to discover Timmy was fast asleep, curled into a ball on his bed. Cosmo and Wanda, disguised as dogs now since the fish bowl was conspicuously absent, curled up on his bed beside him. Wanda felt sleep tugging at her almost right away, but, even as she fell asleep, she was aware that Cosmo was wide awake and staring into the darkness.

Cosmo hadn't had a sleepless night in a long time. Yet as he looked at his wife, he couldn't sleep and didn't even try. Despite what she'd said, he didn't entirely believe that she wouldn't have left him eventually. He still couldn't believe that he'd hurt her.

He had to rectify it somehow. They hadn't found Amelia or gotten the wish reversed, but that didn't matter. Cosmo knew medieval times well enough to know where he might be able to get something as an apology. It wouldn't be much, but maybe it'd be enough to help start the healing process.

He still couldn't believe he'd hurt her, either. Yet there was no mistaking her tone of voice or that she'd been hiding away from them for months now. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed. Wanda was his life. She was his soulmate and he'd been ignoring half of his soul. He ought to be ashamed of himself. In fact, he was ashamed of himself for letting it go for this long.

The problem was that faeries could conjure up anything, which meant it was hard to find something that was priceless. He wanted to make her feel better, though, and beyond changing his behavior, which he would do, he had to find something else to show how sorry he was.

He vanished in the middle of the night and looked for the most precious flowers he could find. Obviously, he wouldn't find them in the Turners' garden ("everything I touch dies!"). The Dinkleburgs might have something, since they had a green thumb, unlike Timmy's mother. Cosmo searched around and found what he was looking for, then he returned to Fairy World to find a few more flowers that were specific and magical.

He didn't think this would be enough to earn his forgiveness, but he hoped it was a start. A bouquet of flowers, including her favorites, and a specially cooked meal for breakfast. Unless Timmy's parents came into his bedroom to wake him, he should be able to give Wanda eggs and chocolate covered strawberries (one of her favorites) for breakfast. If his parents did wake him, then Cosmo would have to hide the food until they were gone. It'd be a bit hard to explain how dogs had acquired scrambled eggs and chocolate covered strawberries. Or why a dog was eating a chocolate covered strawberry in the first place, considering chocolate was toxic to dogs.

All he was asking for was a second chance. Or however many he was up to, because Wanda had given him so many over the years.

Please don't stop loving me, he thought as he signed a card for her. Don't leave me.

Tootie awoke after having the strangest dream. The whole world had turned into a medieval universe and Timmy's parents owned a tavern that Vicky worked at. It made no sense and Tootie wondered if maybe she'd been drinking something spiked. Then she opened her eyes and found Vicky glowering at her from the edge of her bed.

"Wake up!" Vicky snapped. "If I'm up, then you have to be up! Besides, what are you going to do? You need to start looking for a husband before you're an old maid!"

She cackled and left the room; evidently, the idea of Tootie being an old maid was uproarious. Tootie groaned, dragging her hands down her face. No, the world being normal had been a dream. This was real life. And unlike in her dream, Timmy wasn't about to pop the question.

"Wanda?" Tootie ventured, not expecting the faerie godmother to respond but thinking it'd be nice if she did. Tootie didn't know what Timmy was doing, beyond hating their current problem. Tootie didn't know whose bright idea wishing this was, but she wanted to introduce them to her magic. Of course, she wasn't supposed to use magic on mortals, but ho-hum.

Wanda appeared, munching on chocolate covered strawberries. She looked in a better mood than she'd been in for a long while. Tootie was heartened to see it, although she still had Vicky's voice ringing in her ears. Vicky was a fine one to talk about marriage. At her age, she would be considered a spinster. Then again, who would want to marry that?

"Hello, sweetie," Wanda said and smiled at her.

"Where'd you get the chocolate?" Tootie asked.

"Cosmo, if you can believe it."

She couldn't, but she'd suspend disbelief just this once.

"Are you any closer to figuring out who wished this wish and undoing it?" Tootie asked.

"Well, we know who did it," Wanda said. "As for the latter half, we're no closer to that than we were beforehand."

"Wait, you know who wished for this?" Tootie exclaimed. "Who?"

Wanda faltered. "I'm not sure I'm allowed to tell you who else has a faerie godparent in Dimmsdale."

"Wait, who has a faerie godparent besides Timmy and Chloe?" Tootie asked. "Remy had Juandissimo, but he lost him. Is it someone I know?"

Wanda winced. "Yes."

"Is it someone I dislike?"

Wanda winced again. "Yes."

"But you're still not gonna tell me? Let me guess. It's Trixie Tang. Because she's spoiled rotten and yet somehow, she still doesn't have everything she's ever wanted," Tootie said derisively. She didn't mean it. She honestly didn't think Trixie Tang could have a faerie godparent. If she did, then the system was definitely broken and needed fixing.

Wanda didn't speak, but Tootie could read the expression on her face. Her jaw dropped.

"You're kidding," Tootie exclaimed, aghast. "I knew you were a terrible liar, so I knew you can't cover it up, but holy…"

Tootie released a few expletives that she was surprised Wanda didn't chastise her for.

"You can't tell anyone else," Wanda warned. "Timmy already knows."

"Of course, he probably knew first," Tootie scoffed. Wanda wasn't her godmother, after all. She had no right to complain about that. Still, of all the people, Trixie Tang? Trixie Tang got a faerie godmother and Tootie got diddly-squat? Then again, Tootie ought to have realized this would happen. The world was supremely unfair.

"So why won't Trixie unwish the wish? Unless she wants to be a princess living in a big palace?"

"Her faerie godmother is somewhere in Fairy World, but we can't find her because she's at the academy," Wanda said, groaning.

"Maybe I can get a crack at her," Tootie said and cracked her knuckles.

"Don't," Wanda warned. "Don't bite off more than you can chew. I know how you feel about Trixie Tang, but please try to be considerate."

"I'll try," Tootie promised, rolling her eyes. "So I can't talk to her, right? Because I'm not supposed to know about her godmother."

"Exactly," Wanda said.

"Another day of this," Tootie groaned. "I know Timmy's not enjoying it."

"Believe me, hon, none of us are."

Trixie Tang awoke peacefully enough. Unlike Timmy, she didn't have to work to earn a living for her parents. Moreover, she didn't need to worry about becoming an old maid like Tootie or being heckled by Vicky. Instead, she stretched luxuriously. She had sewing to do later, as well as tutoring lessons. In a way, other than sewing and attending as a lady in waiting, her life hadn't changed all that much. Even her father was missing, which hadn't been the point of the wish, dang it.

She saw some more faerie dust on her clothes, which meant Amelia had been here, but hadn't stayed. She wilted. "Amelia?"

A note popped up. "Busy at the academy, but I promise, I'll get back to you by the end of the day."

The end of the day? That sounded promising, but Trixie could've used her father now rather than later. She also had to unwish this wish so that the party involved indoor plumbing at the very least. Plus, she missed her bouncers, who were now her bodyguards, but they were so close-lipped about everything, she had no one to talk to. Well, there was Veronica, but what she wanted to talk about, she couldn't do with her.

She wanted to discuss how alone she felt without her faerie godmother but she wasn't supposed to talk about faeries with anyone else. Moreover, she wanted to discuss Timmy Turner, but Veronica thought she hated him. Technically, Timmy was below her social station, now much further below than before. He wasn't worthy to be her boyfriend, much less anything else.

Unfortunately, her lessons came first and her first class involved Latin. And her teacher was…

Denzel Crocker. The only person who actively spoke about faeries and he was a nutjob. Trixie wanted to scream. She wished she knew who else in town had faeries, so she could at least commiserate with them. Did Timmy Turner? He did spend a lot of time talking to inanimate objects. And things with faces on them.

But that would also involve talking to Timmy outside of a normal situation and she'd have to contrive an excuse to show up at his tavern again. Twice in two days would be unusual, plus she wasn't sure she could spare the time to head into town again. A servant had left her schedule on her desk and it was packed with lessons, sewing, and other things a lady in waiting should know but Trixie couldn't care less about.

She readied herself for the day with the help of her servants and then headed into her parlor to discover Denzel Crocker waiting there. He was dressed properly, as behooved his station and hers, but he still had a mad gleam in his eyes. She suppressed a sigh. Great. Now instead of sharing Crocker with other students, she had him all to herself. All of that crazy with nowhere to go but her.

Lucky her.

"Lady Trixie," Crocker said and sketched a short bow. Trixie inclined her head in acknowledgement and then sat down, freeing Crocker to relax at his podium.

"Please tell me you're going to talk about something other than faeries," Trixie groaned.

"We could talk about Turner and his faerie godparents!" Crocker said, having his typical spasms and jerks as he spoke.

"Or we could do what you're here to do, which is teach me," Trixie said. "Although I could do without the lesson too."

"Faeries!" Crocker said, smacking himself in the face with the Latin textbook. Trixie snorted.

This was going to be a long hour.

Cosmo was on tenterhooks to see how Wanda had received his presents. So far, so good, but he wasn't about to rest on his laurels now. He had to keep up the gifts and good behavior or she might change her mind. He couldn't have that.

Even if it meant he might go overboard, it was better to go overboard than underboard (that was a word, right?).

That was, of course, without taking into account Timmy's troubles for the day. They were out of a certain type of ale, so Timmy's parents were sending him to the distillery down at the edge of Dimmsdale to fetch more. By himself, because his parents either didn't care about the potential danger or didn't think about it. This left Timmy with Cosmo and Wanda as his companions while he took a wagon down to the distillery.

"Are you guys better? Things seemed kinda tense last night," Timmy said. Cosmo and Wanda were disguised as horses today and leading the wagon. Timmy wasn't sure whether horse-drawn wagons were a thing in medieval times, but he also didn't care about historical inaccuracies. Cosmo didn't either, for that matter.

"We're better," Wanda assured him.

"But I don't wanna screw things up again," Cosmo said. "That was a close one."

"What happened, anyway?"

"Uh…" Cosmo and Wanda looked at each other and then shrugged, deciding that it wasn't any of his business. Private marriage problems weren't Timmy's problem.

"It's a long story," Wanda settled for.

"It wasn't that long a story," Cosmo argued.

"Don't," she warned.

"I'm sorry!" he yelped and she sighed, seeming to shrink into herself again. Cosmo gritted his teeth. He hated the idea of Wanda retreating into herself or that she needed to do it because of him. He would make this better somehow. He would.

He just needed to figure out how to completely fix it.

He had the feeling it would take time, but he didn't feel like time was on their side right now.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure Cosmo screwed it up somehow," Timmy said and rolled his eyes.

"You weren't exactly innocent yourself," Wanda said.

"What did I do?" Timmy said.

"It's a long story," Wanda said, sighing again.

"It's a long ride down to the distillery, because they're near Chester's house and it takes forever to do anything without a car," Timmy countered.

"I don't want to get into it," Wanda said and beneath the stiffness in her voice was pain. Pain Cosmo had caused. Cosmo hung his head. He hated himself for doing that to her.

"Okay…" Timmy said. "But you'll lecture me later, right?"

"Maybe," she said. "Or maybe I'll just let it go for now."

"Great. A lecture later from the nag," Timmy said and Wanda stiffened, looking like she wanted to buck Timmy off entirely, except she was saddled to a wagon and couldn't.

"Don't call me that! That's what I mean about your not being innocent," she said. "You've been insulting me too."

"I'm sorry, Wanda," he said and sounded sincere. "I won't do it again."

"Hmph," she said, which to Cosmo said she didn't believe Timmy. If she didn't believe him, then what hope did Cosmo have?

All the hope. He wasn't going to let himself get down. He was going to prove himself to her over and over if he had to.

But first, they had to figure out how to convince Trixie to unwish this wish. Being a horse was almost as bad as being a unicorn-their vision stank, among other things. He swished his tail and let it bump into Wanda's.

"How long do you think this wish is gonna last, anyway?" Timmy asked after a few minutes of quiet.

"I have no idea. Your wishes usually don't last more than a couple of days," Wanda said.

"Yeah, but you're always with me to unwish the wish," Timmy pointed out. "You said Trixie's godmother is MIA."

"That she is, sport," Wanda said, grimacing. "We'll just have to muddle along until Trixie fixes things."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss school," Timmy said.

"I can't believe you're saying it either," Cosmo said.

"Normalcy would be nice," Wanda agreed. "Maybe it'll come soon enough."

"I wonder how Chester's doing," Timmy said. "The wish kinda downgraded everyone except the popular kids. I hope he's okay."

"I hope so too, sport," Wanda said and her frown deepened. "I hope so too."

That silenced them for a few more miles and each of them was lost in their own thoughts. Or, in the case of Cosmo, staring around and noticing how much Dimmsdale had changed as a result of Trixie's wish. Cosmo wasn't much for deep thinking or any thinking at all, really.

He glanced over at Wanda and his heart ached. He would make it up to her. He would. Somehow.