AVAVA

( Author's Note )

VAVAV

Short chapter. But it's something.

AVAVA

( Tootie Summers )

VAVAV

She could barely contain herself, as Vicki drove. She had asked her sister to pick her up early today, because today was the day that Timmy was coming home from the hospital. She assumed that her parents agreed solely because she didn't ask for much, nor did she miss school. Maybe a little bit of thanks to the fact that they felt bad for Timmy. His parents were neglectful, in the way of emotions, that bordered on the lines of stunted.

"So how is he?" Tootie asked, whilst literally bouncing in her seat, as much as the seat-belt would allow.

"About the same as last time." Vicki sighed, which stopped her bouncing. They both knew what those words meant. Each time that he had returned home before, they had hoped, that this time, would be the last time. However, it seemed that Vicki's hopes that this was the last time, had been whittled down to nothing. "It makes me angry! I can't even yell at him for it, because it might cause him to snap."

"I know Vicki... but we gotta be there for him. We are about all he has. His parents are..." Tootie started, and didn't know how to finish without insulting his parents. Even though they deserved it, she still didn't think that she sould bad mouth them. Not without them being there to defend themselves, in the very least.

"Are we supposed to watch him just slowly kill himself? What if we... what if he succeeds? It'd be us that would..." She heard the tears in her sister's voice. And Tootie knew. She was afraid of the same thing.

With Timmy's parents being they way they were, it would be her or Vicki that would find Timmy, if he succeeded. It would have once confused her if her sister showed any kind of concern for someone other than herself. But Vicki had matured a lot in the past few years. It had come to a surprise to everyone.

Vicki pulled into the driveway to Timmy's house. The same yellow two story house that the Turners had lived in, since Timmy's mother was pregnant with Timmy. You would think with all the money that his parents had, they would have remodeled, or at least painted the faded yellow paint. Excitement still filled her as she looked up at the house. This was the place that housed the love of her life.

Alright, so she was fourteen, and most teens her age, didn't know what real love was. But she had loved this boy since she was really young. She couldn't remember when she realized it, but she knew that it was before she was eight. So she knew that she had at least loved this boy for at least six years. She didn't think that would end any time soon.

"Alright, c'mon, lets get in there. Before he thinks that we forgot him." Vicki said getting out of the car, Tootie got out of the car and ran past Vicki.

"Timmy!" Tootie called out as she opened the door, and quickly ran into the living room. It didn't take long for her to spot the crutches next to the chair he sat in, she came around smiling down at her boyfriend. "You're home!"

Tootie leaned over the arm of the chair, and kissed him on his lips. She loved this boy. Nothing could change it, she just wished that he was happy. She could tell that he wasn't happy. She knew that it wasn't her doing. She just wished that she knew what she could do to help him.

"Did'ja, miss me?" She grinned down at him. He was a sight for sore eyes, she hadn't been able to actually see him for the past few days. She didn't like the fact that she had homework, that got in the way of her visiting Timmy.

"Of course I missed you," His voice was soft an quiet. She knew that he had missed her. She could see it in his eyes. Regardless of what he was feeling, she could see that he loved her. It was in his eyes.

"I'm glad, missing me, means you love me still." She murmured as she crawled into his lap, and laid her head on his chest. She had missed this. Really missed this. She wasn't allowed to show any kind of affection while he was at the hospital.

"Well isn't this just a heave worthy moment?" Vicki fake gagged, a moment, before snickering and flopped down on the couch. "I'm gonna have to put up with this for the next three weeks aren't I?"

"You're just jealous." Tootie stuck her tongue out at her sister. Who replied in like. "And yep. Since we're both gonna stay here. You might have to."

AVAVA

( Timmy Turner )

VAVAV

He sat up in bed, panting heavily, his sweat soaked into the sheets of his bed. His eyes darted around the room. His posters, desk, shelves, his computer, pictures of him and Tootie on the wall. Things here and there in his room, that even his mind wouldn't remember. So it wasn't a dream, or rather a night mare again. He'd been having a nightmare about the bus accident off and on, since the accident. And usually, he'd sit up in bed, before everything shifted back to the bus. Then usually, he would wake back up, though sometimes he was fooled. This time, he was sure he was awake.

This time, however, it had been a little different. Tootie was banging on the side of the bus, calling his name. He moved, swinging his leg over the side of the bed, reaching for his crutches. He was supposed to have a fitting for a prosthetic soon. Since he didn't think that he'd be able to kill himself before he got it, he wished that he already had it.

He heard someone messing with the handle of his door, he turned his head towards the sound. He grabbed his crutches, and started making his way to the door, when it opened. Revealing Tootie, standing behind her sister, who had what looked like lock picking tools. Did they seriously just pick his lock to his room in the middle of the night?

"Timmy!" Tootie rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him, which almost knocked him, and her over from the action. "Why didn't you answer me?"

"Answer you... I just woke up." Did Tootie's knocking, somehow find it's way into his dream?

"Was worried you were hurt or something, Twerp." Vicki said holding up her tools, "So I decided to let myself in."

Timmy wasn't sure if she held up the tools, to show her actions. Or if it was a message that she could get into his room, in little to no time at all. Either way, he made a mental note of her lock picking skills. Not that he didn't know that she could, only now, she seemed to have mastered it. Given the short time between the time that he heard the noise, to the door swinging open.

"Your wet!" Tootie let go of him, and wrinkled her nose.

"It's sweat. Just... y'know... hot..." He muttered, not wanting to tell Tootie or Vicki about the nightmare he had been having.

"So what was with the yelling and groaning?" Vicki asked, looking towards Tootie, who looked back at her making a shushing sound. "What? You got worried, and you woke me up, thinking he was hurt. I think we should at least know what was going on."

"Nothing was going on... Tootie must have... thought she heard something." Timmy looked down at the ground between him and Tootie. Though he was sure neither of them would buy that excuse. "Or... maybe you heard me looking for my fan..."

"But you said you just woke up." Tootie said.

"Fine. I had a nightmare alright. Happy? I've been having it for a while, ever since the accident. Happy now?" He almost growled, pulling away from Tootie and going back to his bed.

"Far from it, Timmy." Vicki's voice came next. And her not calling him Twerp was eerie to say the least. Enough to make him wonder if he was dreaming again.

"It's alright, Timmy. How about you come sleep in the guest bed, with me, since your sheets are still damp..." Tootie looked over to Vicki. "You think that would be alright, Vicki?"

Timmy looked over to the older redhead, who seemed to be thinking about it. Or maybe she was just putting on a show of thinking about it. Either way he was sure that her answer would be 'No', honestly, it couldn't be anything else but 'No'. What older sister in her right mind would let her fourteen year old sister, sleep in the same bed with, said sister's, fourteen year old boyfriend?

"I guess so. I mean his bed is still all sweaty, and his sheets need to be washed." Vicki said, stifling a yawn, then turned and started out his bedroom door. "Just go on already, before I fully wake up, and come to my senses about this."

Really?

Really?!

Was she really still partially asleep? Or was she just sure that nothing would happen? Or did she think that something would happen? There were too many things going on in his head at the moment. Most of which, was disbelief.

"C'mon." Tootie said, tugging him slightly.

"I... I have to change, first..." He was embarrassed, he felt like he had wet himself in bed, rather than having a nightmare, and being sweaty. "I... I'll meet you there."

He watched Tootie leave, and Vicki was long since gone back to the other guest room. He went to his dresser, getting out another pair of boxers, and a t-shirt. He muttered as he carried his clothing, and moved back to the bed, sitting down he pulled his shirt off, and pushed his boxers down kicking them off.

"Oh Timmy, I just came to ask if you needed... any... help..." Tootie just kind of zoned out, he grabbed his clean shirt, covering his lap. "Ah... heh... heh... Hiya Timmy." Tootie giggled.

"Tootie?" He looked over at her. Her face blushing red, and still staring.

"Uh... yeah?" She sounded dazed.

"I'm naked."

"Mmm hmm?" She continued staring at him.

"Can I change?"

"Sure go ahead."

"Tootie?"

"Yeah?"

"You're still here."

"Oh. Oh! OH! Sorry I'll... be... uh... in the room." Tootie stammered as she turned, and left quickly.