Sorry I haven't been writing guys, college is a pain. Thank you all sooooooooo much for your feedback! You guys are what keeps me writing and I thank you all so much! :DDD I've taken into consideration what the feedback and comments say, and I hope this satisfies any wants you guys have :D This chapter's pretty much an insight into how Cosmo and Wanda feel about what's happening, and something else…. There hasn't been too much mentioned about them, and I figured I'd change the pace of things a little bit. As always, please R&R, and I hope you enjoy! :DDD

Cosmo and Wanda were sitting in the living room of their home, discussing what they'd have to teach Timmy in order for him to defeat his opposite. Cosmo was starting to get stressed out, (as always), and Wanda was trying to calm him down while trying to still do most of the thinking.

Wanda had been worried. This was odd, because usually it was Cosmo who was the worried one all the time. Hearing about Anti-Timmy was something that she had not expected. Timmy was doing great making the transition to a fairy, but she was afraid that he wouldn't be able pull this one off. However, like always, she had more faith in Timmy than doubt. Right now, her main concern was to make sure that Cosmo didn't fall to pieces.

Cosmo was moderately sobbing, when he suddenly asked, "Wanda, what are we gonna do? If we can't train Timmy in time, we could all…..die!"

Wanda felt so bad. If there's one thing in the world she hated more than ever, it was to see her husband of nearly 10,000 years be upset over something. Normally, he would get upset over something stupid; like a piece of string, or no more cheese was left in the fridge. This time though, he had good reason to be. If Anti-Timmy came to be too powerful, they would all indeed die.

"Cosmo, I can promise you that we're not going to die."

Cosmo looked up with the puppy-dog face his wife fell in love with, "Re-really?"

"Yes, honey. Haven't we been in way worse situations before?"

"Well, yea…..but this one's even worse than the other ones!"

"Well, it may be, but that does NOT mean that we won't conquer it and move on! Do you remember the whole magic muffin incident?"

"Who could forget?"

"Well, Timmy lost us at one point. But you know what? He got us back! He managed to save the very same world he almost destroyed, and he did it on his own! If he can do that, then I have absolutely nothing but faith in him that he will learn the ways of a fairy, and that he will press on to defeat this evil being!"

"Well…he is making good progress..."

"Exactly! Just think: you're doing such a good job helping me train him, he's going to be the best fairy in Fairy World! And you know what? You will have played a big role in making that happen! Without you, he wouldn't be doing half as well as he is now."

That was all he needed to hear.

Cosmo jumped up as quickly as a flash of light in the sky, then ran into Timmy's room where he was still sleeping.

"Son! Wake up! It's time for your next lesson!"

"Ugh….dad, can't we have lessons later? It's only…" he rubbed his eyes and strained to see the blue numbers on his alarm clock, "6 in the morning!"

"NO! We need to start now! Your next lesson is on how to use your magic wand as a powerful weapon!"

"Really? Cool!"

"I know! Come on Timmy, let's go!"

He grabbed his son's hand, and the two of them went flying out into the back yard, to do some….well, target practice.

Wanda couldn't help but laugh at this. Whenever he got overly excited about…well, pretty much anything, Cosmo was just a ball of green-haired joy.

She was watching the TV as Cosmo was training Timmy in the backyard. Every now and then, she would peer slightly out the window in the kitchen, just to make sure that they hadn't completely obliterated the universe yet. She chuckled slightly as she embraced the cup of coffee she had in her hand. She went to take a drink. As she was slowly lifting the mug up to her cotton-candy colored lips, she almost dropped it. On the news, the anchorwoman reported that Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda's bodies had gone missing from the morgue. She quickly fumbled for the remote, and turned up the volume so she could prove to herself that what she was hearing wasn't false.

The reporter stated, "That's right, the bodies of both Mr. and Mrs. Anti-Cosmo had gone missing. As you may recall, the other night they were brutally murdered as a result of their son Anti-Timmy's demonstration of power. No suspects have been called into questioning, and no one knows when the bodies went missing.

"Oh My God…" Wanda whispered to herself. Who could've done this? Why? She began to ponder the possibilities of who could've pulled off such a stunt.

Then it hit her

Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda were dead, of course. The initial shock of the venom from the snake had caused them both to go into a period of brief death. But, as the venom was drained from their blood from the autopsy, that must've been what brought them back to life, and they left the morgue.

Just as she reached this conclusion, she heard a knock on the door. She got up, put on her pink slippers, and walked over to greet the mysterious guest. When she opened the door, she did drop her mug this time, and was greeted by the one English-accented man she thought she'd never see again.

It was Anti-Cosmo.