Author's Note: Chapter 1 is up:3 Read and Review please! (no flames...they'll be used to cook my dinner)

Timmy Turner and Jimmy Neutron are NOT mine.

Chapter 1

The voice opened his eyes to face the bright summer sun. He rubbed them and took a look at a nearby clock. It read 14:45. The voice grumbled in annoyance, he had dozed off over two hours because of the upsetting heat. He then sat up and saw his reflection.
Same big blue eyes, same auburn hair. Still the same nerd I ever was. Still the same James I. Neutron. Just 17.
He sighed at how little he had changed since that day. Sure he was taller, and his head was proportioned to his body (cutting the insults about him by half), but he remained a closed and collected person, science being the only thing in his mind for most of the time. He often wondered why was he so enigmatic with people, but he just brushed it as ignorance by their part. There had been one person however, that managed to put together a genuine smile on his face. He had long forgotten his name and how he looked, but the words said that day were crystal clear.
"Neutron, I want to say something to you," the boy pronounced nervously.
"Then out with it!" Jimmy said affectionately.
The image was blurry, but the feeling was comprehensible. He could see how the boy's lips moved as they uttered the words, "I love you," and disappeared into the shadows.
The genius then opened his mouth and roared, "I hate you! I never want to see you ever again, you hear!"
The intellectual covered his ears, and closed his eyes. Tears inexplicably collected in his gaze and an overpowering sadness took over him. He had made that person, whoever it was, miserable and he knew it. He had lived that guilt for so long, his mind blocked out the person's very image so as to protect himself.
"I want nothing more than to fix that wrong I made so long ago," he muttered while letting his mind and body relax. He yearned to see that face once more, just to gain release and peace. And this yearning had negative consequences. Ever since an incident in his adventurous childhood, he had been exposed to a severe mutation. At first, he had become this giant orange monster, but as he tried to remove the radiation, it had permanently distorted his DNA with that of a wolf by strange coincidence. Now he had the painful ability to turn into what he called Fenrir; a bloodthirsty monster, a rage-filled shell hell bent on murder. And now that this old remembrance had come to light, Jimmy was desperate but knew nothing of the person other than the sound of his voice and his gentle sapphire eyes.

"Can you hear the calling of the raving wind and water?
We just dream of the land across the river.
We are always on the way to find the place we belong
Wondering to nowhere,
We're paddling down the sea.

But in one morning well see the sun
Bright shining, on morning we'll be singing
They hold the circle
We will find the land
But we search for the light

Can you hear the calling of the raving wind and water?
We just keep paddling down the sea of the river
No destination but we are together.
In the silent sadness
We're paddling down the raging sea
Road to nowhere…"

Earphones whispered into the ears of a sleeping teenager.
No, sleeping was too light a term for what the boy was in. Dangerous unconsciousness was a better word. Had someone bothered to come in, they would've seen a limp body with white-gray eyes staring to naught. Just as the singer chanted the last chorus, the boy's eyes transformed their original icy cerulean and the child came to.
Damn these visions. Damn them all to hell, he cursed while recovering. He then noticed that his left forearm was bleeding.
Great, I'm suffering from the worst migraines in months and I decide to go and cut myself. He then sighed and stared at the pallid indigo ceiling.
"Why can't I die? Is there something holding me back?" he whispered, touching the deep fresh gash and feeling the scarlet liquid on his digits. Stray strands of brunette hair fell onto his face, but it mattered not. The boy had given up on life long ago, years-old scars all over his appendage proved it. His parent ignored him, his classmates abused of him and worst of all, he had had his heart broken several times. Speaking of which, he could hear his mother's annoyingly happy voice boom throughout the house and his father's chuckles resonated with the familiar phrase, "Bye, Timmy! We're going out and leaving you with the babysitter. We love you!" as they left the house.
Timmy rolled his eyes, typical of them.
If they really loved me, then they would know how I feel.
Getting around Vicky was easy enough, even without the help of his dear Cosmo and Wanda. Giving her a couple of dollars and sneaking in some hard alcohol or sleep pills into her soda always did the trick. This time, however, it would be the last time he'd ever do that…he was running away and he was taking his fairy godparents with him.
"If I die along the way, better."