Well, I must say that you guys are so amazing. I know I say that a lot, but I can't say it enough. All of your reviews mean so much to me, and it's good to see that you all are enjoying this story just as much, if not more than I am :DDD In this chapter, Anti-Cosmo reveals why he showed up to Cosmo and Wanda's house, and offers something…..As always, I hope you enjoy, and please R&R, you guys rock! :DDD

Wanda was in complete and utter shock. Here he was, the "murder victim" of an atrocious outburst of dark magic by Anti-Timmy, and he was standing in her doorway? How did he even find out where she lived?

"Hello, Wanda."

"Uh…..hi?" Her words stammered over each other.

"We have to talk. Is now a good time?"

"Uh, I guess….let me just uh…straighten the house up real quick, come in."

She ran hastily to the window, to make sure that Timmy and Cosmo were still preoccupied with training in the back. They were, so she closed the blinds and walked back over to the couch in which Anti-Cosmo was sitting in. She asked if he wanted any coffee, but he rejected. So, they sat there in silence for a moment or two, as if trying to make heads or tails on something. Wanda was the first one to break the silence.

"So…what are you doing here? No offense or anything, but I thought you and your wife were…well…dead?"

"Ah, yes. We were, until that kind doctor at the morgue drained the venom out of our blood, in which our figiggly glands started to work properly again, thus allowing the anti-magic to bring us back to life."

Her prediction was true.

"So…what brings you here?"

"I'm sure you've heard on the news what our cause of death was?"

"Anti-Timmy…."

Her words trailed off as she couldn't believe that she forgot about the anti-fairy part of Timmy becoming a fairy. When Timmy was made a fairy, his opposite was also being created. She smacked her head as she forgot that Anti-Timmy is the opposite of Timmy. How could she have forgotten that essential clause?

I must've been so wrapped up in having Timmy as our son, I completely forgot about the consequenses…I just pray that he has an idea…any idea…on how to stop what's happening….

While she thought this, as if by a miracle, Anti-Cosmo pulled out a sheet of notebook paper from his jacket pocket. She looked in confusion as he unfolded it, and revealed a list.

"Wanda, look here. I've…formulated something."

He slid it to her as he said this from across the table, as she gently picked it up and examined it. Not only did he simply formulate just 'something', but it was a list of steps to be taken to defeat Anti-Timmy:

Have Timmy and Anti-Timmy meet in an abandoned area, as so to not cause any harm in the process of battle.

Make it to where Timmy doesn't use his magic as much, this will drain out Anti-Timmy. Use as little spells as possible.

When Anti-Timmy is drained, DO NOT KILL HIM. Killing Anti-Timmy would result in an unbalance in the force of good and evil, as for everything that exists has to have an opposite. Instead, we will have Jorgen present for the entire battle, as to take Anti-Timmy into custody after the battle is over.

Wanda looked down at the list, then back up to Anti-Cosmo. She didn't think she could have a response to this, but tried to reply to the list,

"Do you honestly think that this could work?" She gulped in anticipation of what he would say.

"Honestly….I don't know. It depends on Timothy, really. How well-trained is he?"

"Well, he's been coming along; I would just hate to rush him. He's learning at a good pace. Besides, with him steadily getting stronger and more powerful, shouldn't Anti-Timmy's be dwindling?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact they are. That's why I asked about his training. If young Timothy keeps at this pace, the battle should go by without any bad fault."

Wanda looked surprised, but that's when he spoke up again,

"However; we cannot just keep at this pace. If we stand any chance whatsoever against Anti-Timmy, we have to ramp up the training time."

"By how much?"

As if on cue, Timmy walked through the door.

"Wan – I mean, mom, guess what! I just finished all my training!"

Wanda was in shock, for she didn't expect Timmy to be done for at least another two weeks.

Wanda looked at Cosmo, for he was beaming with pride for his son. She began to ask him,

"Cosmo….how? How did you finish two weeks' worth of training this fast?"

Puffing out his chest in self-admiration, he replied, "Oh, you know me honey! When it comes to something important, I never fool around!"

Simultaneously, all three agreed, "Yes you do!"

"Okay, well, I do. But, I know how much this meant to you, and how important it was for him to know everything. I just wanted everyone to be happy."

A small tear surfaced in the corner of Wanda's eye, as yet again her husband of nearly 10,000 years has triumphed in another one of his selfless acts. Overjoyed, she ran over, hugged him, and kissed him on the lips. She ran her fingers through his hair, and briefly told him,

"Sweetie, you don't realize how much good you did! You quite possibly have just stopped the end of our world!"

After several hours of explaining everything to Cosmo and Timmy, they all agreed that it was time. After listening carefully, (which was special for Cosmo, seeing as how he could never pay attention for more than 3 minutes), everyone had agreed on what needed to be done. After everything was said and done, and the plan that Anti-Cosmo had was reviewed in more detail, Cosmo and Wanda turned to Timmy, and asked,

"Are you ready?"

Timmy looked down, and replied:

"I am."