Here it is boys and girls, chapter 12. Hopefully this makes up for the crap fest I called chapter 11.
Though Timmy had never liked school, the current school week had proven to be even more difficult than usual. After finding out that his parents would no longer hire Vicky as his babysitter Timmy fell into a depression that carried over into the next week. His depression made it hard to be pleasant to his friends and he found himself snapping at them even though he held nothing against them. Tootie too had grown more difficult to deal with. It wasn't that Timmy had begun to dislike her, on the contrary he saw her as one of the only connections to Vicky he had left. It was that the skirmish between her and Veronica last weekend had grown into an all out war.
Tootie was more intelligent than Veronica but was still at a disadvantage as Veronica had many popular and powerful friends. Veronica used all the influence she had with the popular clique to make Tootie's life miserable. Much to Timmy and Tootie's dismay Veronica was succeeding and nearly every day Tootie came running to her beloved Timmy for a shoulder to cry on. This wasn't lost on Veronica who wasn't going to let Tootie get near Timmy if she couldn't. Nearly every time Tootie came to Timmy, Veronica would show up as well and a repeat of last week's fight would ensure. As before each girl would try to lure him to their side, But Timmy knew better than to pick sides; even if he was somewhat sympathetic to Tootie.
Outside of school Timmy's situation hadn't improved either. Coming home to an empty house was odd to him and Timmy didn't notice till now but having someone to come home to even if it was before Vicky had started to be nice to him, was reassuring. Now when he came home from school, the house was empty, no parents, no Vicky, no…part of Timmy swore that there used to be other people waiting for him at home, but no matter how hard he tried he could never remember who they were.
Timmy opened his front door after another Friday at school. After being told that Vicky wouldn't be watching over him anymore, Timmy knew that the next weekend would be difficult. In the last two weeks Timmy had warmed up to Vicky and now he found himself alone he really missed the evil red heads company.
Without anything better to do Timmy sat down on the couch in his living room and began to watch T.V. Channel surfing proved to be useless until he found a movie. The movie, Loose cannon cop who doesn't play by the rules, was something he had seen before. Timmy remembered liking the movie when he was ten, watching it now he couldn't say why. Between the cringe inducing dialogue and the main characters ability to subvert the laws of physics Timmy found it difficult to stay interested.
Giving up on television, Timmy went up to his room in a desperate attempt to avoid his boredom and depression. Timmy knew that the chances of finding something to entertain himself were slim but he had nothing better to do. In his room Timmy found all the toys his parents had given him when he was younger, as well as a few books they had given to him more recently. Timmy had never been fond of reading and more often than not the books lost out to the high-tech zeal of his V-cube. The idea of playing his V-cube had occurred to Timmy but he was sick of all his games and he didn't have the money for a new one. Strangely he remembered that never being a problem when he was younger.
Turning away from his V-cube in frustration, Timmy walked towards his bed only to have his foot bump into something. Looking down he saw that it was his magic nine ball. Out of sheer boredom Timmy picked up the old toy and decided to ask it a question. "Will I ever see Vicky again?"
Timmy gave the ball a shake and then peered through the window into the murky water. The die with the answers floated up to the top with a simple answer. "Don't bet on it."
The answer was not something Timmy wanted to see even if it was only a toy. The frustration and anger that had hounded Timmy for a week finally boiled over and he threw the ball against the wall as hard as he could. The ball collided with the wall and broke into two halves. Much to Timmy's surprise no liquid fell spilled out. Instead the two halves fell to the floor bone dry. Timmy approached the broken toy to investigate but a bright light shot out from the ball. Moments later the light was replaced by two small childlike figures that managed to float above the floor. For a short time Timmy stared in bewilderment, unsure of what he was looking at. Then all at once his memories came rushing back.
"Cosmo, Wanda!" Timmy shouted as he rushed across the room to embrace his godparents. All three met in the center of the room in a group hug. "I missed you guys so much."
Only now did Timmy understand why he had been so depressed and why he had felt like he was missing some of his memories.
"Why did you guys leave me?" Timmy felt bad asking that especially so soon after seeing them again, but he had to know why. Even now that he felt happier than ever had; part of him still felt betrayed. Wanda as always was the one that spoke up for the hard questions. "We didn't want to sport, it was Jorgen's decision. He came to us one night after you were asleep and told us you were too old. Within minutes we were reassigned to a new god child."
"I hate Jorgen" Was all Timmy could say in response.
"Don't be too hard on him sport. He might seem to be mean but he really just wants what's best for children, besides he gave you back to us."
The fact that Jorgen changed his mind intrigued Timmy. "Not that I care but now that you guys are back but why would Jorgen give you guys back after taking you away?"
Wanda spoke again as Cosmo hovered in space picking his nose. "We don't know why, he just came back to us three weeks later and said the situation with you had changed. We didn't ask what had happened because we were so happy to see you again."
"I'm happy to see you guys too."
"So Timmy" Wanda asked. "How was life without us?"
Timmy was about to explain how miserable it had made his life till Cosmo interrupted. "This is boring can we get to the wishing already?"
Timmy couldn't help but smile, it had been too long since he had last been subject to Cosmo's wishes. "Sure I guess I could come up with some wishes."
Cosmo and Wanda raised their wands in unison; the magical instruments glowed with energy awaiting the wish. Though he had a nearly limitless amount of possible wishes floating around in his head, Timmy only cared about one. "I wish Vicky was my babysitter again."
Cosmo and Wanda gave Timmy an odd look but granted the wish anyway. "Why would you wish for that" Asked the green haired fairy who was obviously confused.
"Remember it was because of her that I got you guys in the first place and besides with Vicky around do you think Jorgen is going to take you away any time soon?" Both Cosmo and Wanda nodded their heads in understanding.
Timmy felt bad about not telling the whole truth to Cosmo and Wanda but he figured they would learn the truth about him and Vicky soon enough. Seconds later the phone rang; temporarily taking him away from the euphoria of having his god parents again. "Hello" Said Timmy as he answered the phone.
"Timmy its Mom, Your father and I are going away this weekend, so we asked Vicky to watch over you for the weekend. She'll be over in a few minutes." Timmy's heart leapt when he heard his mother say Vicky was coming and the joy he felt from the return of his fairies only intensified at learning that he would see Vicky again.
Trying his best to sound unhappy about Vicky to his mother, Timmy spoke in a subdued tone "Okay, Mom."
"Alright, sweetie we'll see you Monday." Timmy hung the phone up and turned back to face his godparents. Cosmo and Wanda returned the smile that was fixed upon his face.
"Oh, Twerp!" Timmy heard called out from the first floor causing his heart rate to spike and the hair to stand up on the back of his neck. Clearly Vicky hadn't needed more than a couple seconds to get to the Turner home. Timmy noticed that the way Vicky called out to him was a lot like the way Tootie did; though Tootie never managed to sound both feminine and vicious at the same time like her older sister.
Without bothering to think it through Timmy left his room and headed down stairs. He didn't know if Cosmo and Wanda would wait in his room or if they were already following him in disguise. It made little difference to Timmy as he doubted he could keep what had happened between him and Vicky a secret for very long.
Timmy had expected to find Vicky waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs but instead he found nothing. This was something of a surprise to Timmy; he could have sworn he had heard her. Taking a look around his first floor Timmy found no one. Now thoroughly confused, Timmy moved to his front door to take a look outside only to have someone grab him from behind when he opened the door.
"You always gave up too easy twerp."
Vicky had somehow gotten behind Timmy, which was typical for her; the red head had always been sneaky, in more ways than one. Tightening her hold on him, Vicky pulled him into a hug from behind. When Vicky spoke he could feel her breath on his neck.
"I don't know why your idiot parents changed their minds, but I'm glad they did. Because the only thing better than getting to see my twerp is getting paid to see my twerp."
Vicky followed her words by planting a kiss on Timmy's right cheek causing Timmy to feel the familiar rush of blood going to his face. Intimacy with Vicky still left Timmy feeling awkward but he didn't care as he was happy just to see her again. Timmy closed his front door before he squirmed his way out of Vicky's grasp and turned to face her. Now that she was able to look Timmy in the eye, Vicky asked a simple question. "Did you miss me?"
Timmy's only answer was to lean forward and press his lips against hers, Vicky responded by grabbing Timmy's shirt and pulling him into her again. Breaking the kiss, Vicky flashed Timmy a smile. "I'll take that as a yes." Taking hold of his hand' Vicky led him to the couch in the Turners living room. "I'm watching T.V twerp and you watching with me."
"I don't have a choice in this do I?" asked Timmy as Vicky nestled up against him on the couch.
"No, twerp you really don't." Timmy could only smile in response as there wasn't anywhere else in the world he wanted to be right then.
That's it I'm done with this story. Timmy got his fairies back and Vicky is back in his life for good. That may not seem like the best end to the story but I cant take this story further. The last four chapters have been extremely difficult for me to write and its gotten to the point where making it any longer would turn it into a bigger piece of crap than it already is. Someday I think I'll ad an epilogue of sorts but it wont be a normal chapter. Thanks to everyone who read or reviewed, you guys made me feel just a little less weird by showing me I'm not the only Timmy/Vicky fan out there. Thanks to you guys I think I'll be writing Timmy/Vicky stories for a long time to come. One last thing, to poof fans I'm sorry he's not in this but I've been an FOP fan for a long time and part of me still wishes seasons six and seven never happened.