And Her Name is

Yo, I'm back. Thanks for the reviews guys, I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Sorry for all the broken hearts as well. But, I promise you, it'll be alright.

So anyway, I bet a lot of you are wondering when the title and summary will come into play. Like Ulthor Tranix Chaotic, thanks for the reviews btw man. Well, technically, that begins now in this chapter.

So please enjoy the next chapter of Timmy and Vicky Conquer the world.

Including this chapter, we're at three chapter for the rest of this arc.

So cold in this world.

So dangerously cold.

It was all he could do to shiver, using what little energy he could to move his body at centimeters so that he would not completely freeze over. And even then it was not like he was going anywhere, just shaking in place. Knees tucked into his chest, arms hugging his legs, face planted downwards, he sat in a feeble position. If sitting in a place without floors or any substance was possible, that is.

The boy was back in the familiar dark world from before. It stretched to limits he could not fathom, heights he could not climb, and depths that he would never reach. Though this time, he did not sink at any rate. Instead, he was frozen in place as an onslaught of coldness baffled him. He did not understand this, for the last time he was here he could not feel anything in physical terms. At least not temperature.

Oh sure, there was the chills from before. But those were only there because there was no heat, cold, and where more mental than physical. If the cold around him was fire, he'd been ashes by now. As it stands, it was amazing that he hadn't been lost to frostbite. There was no way to comprehend the drastic change in the dark world, except that he hadn't been lost to it in his mind. He was making an effort not to fall into the dreamlike state he was in before. Keeping his eyes closed, he found that it was easier to block off the effects of the darkness by shutting himself off from it. It was, surprisingly, working, his mind had maintained its position inside of his head. But if the dark world had a mind of its own and saw that the boy was going to be anchored in spot, it had decided he would need to play the part even more perfectly.

It was like ice crystals were forming just above his skin, and then locking with one another to create a net that surrounded him at every angle. He could feel himself becoming a living statue inside of the endless pitch black, and with less living at that. It began as a snowy blanket, lightly covering him. Now it was almost unbearable. If he knew any better, he would say that the world was punishing him for separating himself from it. Goading him into either freezing to death, or opening himself up to it.

Well, if that was the case, then it should add some sugar and call it ice cream. He wasn't opening up to it, anybody, or anything at the moment. All he cared to do now was waste away in this freezing abyss.

And it obliged him.

His shivers began to grow smaller, a sign that his energy was diminishing. Shivers were a bad sign because it meant he was so cold that his body needed to reflexively generate friction for heat, the shivers themselves were actually good in the fact that they did this in his time of need. But once they became less shivery, it meant one of two things was happening. Number one, he didn't need to shiver because he was becoming warmer. Number two, he couldn't shiver because he could no longer afford to. The latter was seriously deadly, but it made little difference to the boy. So what if a little cold front was getting colder, it wouldn't have been the first time he was nearly freezing to death.

Why, one time he had been stuck in an avalanche for hours with...

His thought process stopped...what was that?

Was it...warmth?

Yes...yes it was! Somewhere, in his mind, he had found warmth. It was small, so faint it couldn't melt an ice cube in Texas summer. But it was there, and it was taking the edge off of the freezing.

Now this he had no problem opening up to. He willed it to come over to where he could enjoy it even more. Slowly, but surely, it answered to his beckoning. As the warmth in his mind crawled closer to him, he tried to poke at and get a better look of it. It was a memory of his, though he couldn't tell which one. He had so many memories, not that no one else didn't, he just been on more adventures than most. He couldn't get a clear look at what it was about, but as it got closer he could feel it out. Or rather, feel what he had felt in it.

He was sitting upon frozen earth, the sky had been locked away by snow and ice. It wasn't as dark as the dark world, but there wasn't any sunlight to tease him either. In this frozen world, he was sure to die from the cold. Just when he was certain of his intimate doom, something had wrapped itself around him. He couldn't see what it was in this memory, but he could check his feelings about it. Whatever it was that held him, left a particular distaste in his mind for it. He didn't like it, didn't want it, and was pretty sure that he could blame all of this on it. He could also tell that it didn't like him any better, and that seemed to be something they were both on even terms with. And yet...it had come to him anyway. Mostly because it had no one else to turn to, but came to him without hesitation. It could rely on him, needed to rely on him...good god, it needed him! And even if he didn't like it at first, his heart couldn't match the coldness of his surroundings. He thought of it as sympathy at first when he invited it to share his warmth, thought that simply because he was a kind person from time to time that this was no different. But as he nuzzled himself against it, he realized he needed it just as much.

It graced him with its warmth, pulling him closer to it in their embrace. They would face this calamity together, and they would find victory in even defeat if need be. So long as they never let go, it could work out somehow.

In his mind, he could see something standing behind it. Something that wasn't a part of the memory, but the dark world that Timmy was hoping to forget. He held on tighter, pushing the figure away from his notice as he focused on the warmth. His face buried away, he tried to sink into the fine line of cold and warmth.

But it wasn't his eyes that perceived the figure. Even in his position, he could still make it out more clearly as he became more aware. It was hollow, filled with emptiness and outlined in white streaks as a human figure. An apparition from the black abyss, Turner knew before he even had to put much thought into it. The apparition stood at the edge of his memory, at the border between the ice and the dark world itself. Maybe that's why you could see nothing but black, instead of the ice and snow, when you looked through it.

Timmy tried to ignore it. From previous experience, he decided that if the apparition wanted to ride off into the dark world he wasn't going to stop it. So long as it left him alone to this memory, he didn't want to be bothered with it.

Though, there was something wrong with the apparition. There were some changes from the first time he saw it. For one, it was twice as tall as before during Turner's first visit. Also unlike the old apparition, the outline of its hair was much longer and became a ponytail. Even more peculiar, it didn't have his trademark buck teeth at its lips. But all this didn't compare to its one, true distinction.

The last time Turner saw the apparition, he has gotten a glimpse at its eyes. The pupils and iris part were pure white, while the rest of the socket was see through and therefore black. The apparition now, in front of him, had the same empty blackness as before. But its pupils were not white, but instead a different color. Purple? No, there was no hint of the blue side of purple. Red, then? Still no, not as deep.

Turner's mind seemed to have what could be considered a mental blink. Pink? Yes, yes they were pink. Not as vibrant as the pink flame, but pink all the same. It was then that Timmy realized that this apparition wasn't his own.

Before he could inquire what, or rather, who the apparition represented, it turned its back on him. Facing the void, it began its walk back into the darkness. However, with each step it took, the memory became more dull. The hard floors of the ice became dull. The soft blankets of the snow became dull. The cold that enveloped him became dull. But worst of all, the warmth also became dull.

That wasn't right, it's not that it became dull, but rather it shied away. It denied him its touch, and it forbade him its presence. With each step that the apparition took from him, it stole away the preciousness of the memory from him. The arms that once snatched him from the cold did not cast him aside, but they no longer upheld their embrace. The boy tried to strengthen his hold, locking his fingers to insure they wouldn't be parted. But like a ghost, his arms suddenly became empty as what they held vanished.

"NO! Don't leave-" the boy cried out. Breaking his own rules, he opened his eyes. He looked towards where the apparition had been, but saw that the ghost was gone. Instead, all he saw was the endless black that stretched out for miles on end. He could see, or rather he could feel it move. It rushed towards him with great speed and force, like a flash flood that suddenly appeared. Timmy tried to close his eyes once again, to block the darkness before it was to late. But before he could lock away his sight, the apparition appeared once more in front of him.

Time, if there was still a factor called time in this world, slowed. Against his better judgment, with his instincts screaming at him to not do so, the boy flung his eyes open. Where there was doubt and uncertainty from before, it was all cleared away once his eyes fell upon the apparition. Twice as tall as he was, no enlarged incisors, a pony tail that even without its red color seemed to glow in the darkness, stood an apparition of Vicky. She even had a space between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants, with a little dot in the middle of her naval. The only difference between her and the other apparition, that made her so strange to Turner, was that her eyes glowed in their natural color. It was such a shock, and still is, for at this point the boy was sure there weren't many native colors outside of black and white in this world.

She looked him right in the eye, this apparition. Her gaze was mysterious and powerful, causing Timmy to feel a mixture of transparency, and intangibility, as it pierced through him. Then she opened her mouth to speak to him, and Timmy could feel his heart stop. The boy turned his head, unable to hold her gaze any longer and fearful of her choice of words. He already knew what she was going to say, she hated him, despised him, was happy to be rid of him. Her ghost was only here to haunt him in further triumph.

The boy cursed his foolishness, instead of turning his head he should have closed his eyes. The darkness was still closing in on him, and at the moment the only thing he wanted to shut off was his hearing. Let the darkness take him, in it he could feel nothing. Especially this pain he had been given by Vicky, the darkness provided sanctuary from such turmoil. Let it have him!

Suddenly, there was touch on the side of his cheek. It was a mixture of cool and warmth, but not as intense as cold and hot. It was gentle, and seemed to try and be so. Timmy's eyes saw the outlines of an arm that was attached to the hand on his cheek. It wasn't forceful in making him stop, but its presence was so powerful that he could not disobey it. There was movement, and Timmy could see the apparition glide until it was directly in front of him once more. Its gazed returned to being locked with his own, refusing to let him turn it in any other direction. It commanded his attention, and would not allow him to think otherwise.

The darkness continued to rush in, and was only seconds away from engulfing the boy. Yet he did not pay attention to this, his focus entirely on the ghost before him. It opened its mouth once more to speak to him, and Turner felt even more terrified. Was it really so dedicated into torturing him, could it not let him go.

If the apparition could read his mind like before, Timmy couldn't tell. All he could see was that the ghost had stopped and smiled at him. Most likely because it had heard the thought. Maybe it was there to torture him, to make his pain last into ever longing despair. But that smile, for some reason, said otherwise. And then, Vicky spoke.

"You're...not ready...to enter...the Void."

"AAHH!" the boy screamed as he threw his head up. His vocals were short lived, however, and he soon found what little energy he had was already gone. Feeling completely depleted, the boy slumped backwards as he fell back onto his bed. His eyes were closed as he tried to regain his strength, but, as exhausted as he was, he didn't fall back to sleep. Slowly, he started to feel better in his false sleep. So much, in fact, that he was able to open his eyes once more. His wits were hardly about in his head, so, even though he was staring at the ceiling, it still took him a few good minutes before he realized that it was different.

"This isn't my room," he said in his head after he took note of the different color. "This is the living room downstairs." He laid there for a few more seconds, allowing that thought to sink in. It was then that he also realized that his bed was incredibly comfortable, softer and warmer. It made him want to go to sleep again, but he couldn't as his thoughts began to inquire why his bed wasn't in his bedroom.

"This isn't my bed, so what am I..." he began to turn his head so that he could get a better look at the 'bed' he was sleeping in. He could hardly believe what he was looking at when he finally reached a better position, especially when it looked back.

"Grrr?" the bear questioned the sudden movement that was taking place over its furry gut. Looking back towards the boy, it froze as its eyes locked with his. Both became still, neither were daring enough to take a breath. Suddenly, the huge creature raised one of its great limbs over the boys head. Timmy could see the five claws hanging above him, each with an incredible length that quickly reminded the boy that he was in the presence of one of the largest land predators on the planet. Then it reached for a spot an a inch away from his face, and scratched it. The bear, even more surprising at this point, began to let out a half growl-half purr. Once it was satisfied with eradicating the itch, it slumped back into its own stupor.

Leaving the boy to add this experience to the already unlimited and ever growing record of crazy experiences.

"Timmy? You're awake!" a familiar voice came from behind him. The boy had barely enough time to turn around before someone tackled him.

Planted against his torso was Wanda who embraced him with a warm and powerful hug. At first, Timmy was stunned, shocked, even, by her display of raw emotions. But slowly, he recovered from his surprise and returned the hug to her. Another pair of tiny arms wrapped around him the side, and he watched Cosmo added himself to the mix. Even Poof, who came from above joined into this already well-fortified, family. Timmy didn't ask why they were doing this, he couldn't even think of why they were doing this. But, he felt that somehow...he needed it.

Thinking back for awhile, he tried to remember how he got here. Yesterday, or at least he thought it was yesterday, he had left home to go to the mall. There he waited for awhile so he could meet Vicky-

"Vicky," he said in his mind as the entire Saturday came rushing back towards him. He remembered everything, the lightning bolt searing off the crazy eyebrows of that one guy at the food court, the paintball match at the range were he tasted victory even with the odds stacked against him, the drive back home after watching a movie and harassing the mall some more. Vicky telling Timmy straight up that she hated him...

Suddenly, Timmy could feel himself melting into his family's hug. At first, when he woke up, he didn't know why he needed to hug them. But now he couldn't think of anything but responding to and accepting it. He drank from their worry and concern, trying to use it to cover up and replace the pain that was building up inside him. Yet, even that was an impossible wish for his fairies to grant him. So he resorted to just riding out the storm of sorrow in the little boat that they made together. The tears came forth, and rolled down his cheeks.

This, was not going to be easy.

Turner didn't know how long he had been crying. He just knew that he no longer was. The events of the day before were still fresh in his mind, and caused him to feel despair at every hint of them. But at the moment, he, in a sense, had gotten over it. Now, the storm had passed. The love from his fairies had become even more powerful. He was in an almost dream like state, and he nearly fell asleep as well.

"Groff, groff," a new sound had entered the room. The family broke from their trance and turned towards the bear. The animal had lifted another huge claw, and this time Timmy could see a watch attached to where the wrist was.

"Oh, right," said Wanda before she turned to the boy and explained "He's going over his time, well over actually. It was just suppose to be for last evening, but we extended it throughout the entire night and morning."

"Sorry," said Turner as he got off the animal.

"NO! Don't be," Wanda's soul nearly jumped out of its body. "You needed the rest. To be honest, he gave us quite the discount. So it was hardly any trouble to begin with." She turned to Cosmo and added "Pay him, will you."

Nodding, her husband took his wand and poofed a check in front of him. Then he began to scribble a few things on it. When the bear stood up to its full height of nine feet, it took the check when Cosmo was done. Then it read it.

"Groowl?" it said when it was done. Cosmo's eyes widen with shock and disbelief, before his face turned into a scornful scowl.

"What do you mean you can't accept the water in our fishbowl as payment? I'll have you know it's been in my family for generations!"

Instantly, Wanda placed herself between the bear and Cosmo.

"On second thought, I'll handle the bill." She poofed a new check before scribbling something else on it. The bear took it from her, and, after checking its credibility as payment, turned to the brunette. Timmy was silent as he looked down at him, refusing to move an inch. The creature had taken the correct check and shoved it in its fur. When it pulled out its paw, there was something sitting between its nails. The bear held this in front of the boy, silently beckoning him to take it. Slowly, but surely, Timmy grabbed what appeared to be a card. On it was a phone number and some words that read "Teddy Rug". Wanda waved her wand and the great creature was gone.

"Well, now that that's over, how do you feel?" she asked him. The boy looked at her for a moment, still quiet, before saying "Better...I guess."

"You want to talk about it?" He shook his head before taking a seat on the couch. He sat there, leaving his fairies to fly in silence. In a moment, he heard whimpering coming from above. Slowly, it progressed to sobbing. Looking for the source, he saw Cosmo letting loose a river of tears.

"Why are you-"

"It's my fault," the green haired said through his crying.

Wanda turned to her husband and asked "What are you saying, Cosmo?"

"If I hadn't distracted Wanda yesterday, we could have been there to help. We're Timmy's fairies, we're supposed to be at his side at all times. It's even in Da Rules, it's what a fairy godparent is made to do. But because of me, my godchild is more miserable than they day he was given to me. I'm so...stupid!"

With that said, Cosmo began to bawl like a small child. Wanda grabbed her husband and tried to comfort. Timmy stood up from the couch and pulled both fairies down towards him. They soon found themselves back into their original embrace, except there was no interruption this time. The family let out whatever grievances they had, Cosmo apologizing for his foolishness, Wanda for not being as vigilant as she'd always meant to be, and Timmy for making his family feel this way. This was one of the many peaks of their bond, there was little to nothing one could hide from the other. And at this moment, this was what they all needed.

Finally, Turner managed to convince his godfather and godmother that the other day was not their fault.

"But I should've-" Cosmo started before he was interrupted by his godson.

"If you think that there was something you could've done to make a difference, then you're a bigger idiot than I thought," Turner stated as he let them go. "What happened yesterday...I really don't feel like talking about it. But I promise you that it's not in any way your fault. Rather, it's just something that I wasn't prepared for."

The boy refrained from going any deeper than that. Truth be told, what he could sum this all up to was that he wouldn't bother wishing to forget what happened. Because there would be no way he would forget the pain it had caused him.

He stayed away from saying that.

When everyone's nerves were beginning to settle down, the house phone started to ring as someone must have dialed the Turner residence. Moving slowly, the boy left his fairies behind as he made a move for it. This was what he needed for a moment, a distraction from his pitiful reality. Turner grabbed it before the last ring and answered.

"Hi-"

"Timmy! Hello, are you there?!" he was immediately interrupted by a high pitched voice.

"Tootie?-"

"Come on Timmy, pick up the phone!"

"Will you-"

"For the love of god, answer the phone-"

"TOOTIE!" he shouted.

"...Timmy?"

"Yes."

"Phew," the girl on the other end let out a sigh. "I was so worried. First I can't reach you, then the worse but yet best answer machine came on-"

"Worse but best?" he was genuinely confused.

Tootie let out another sigh, but this one was one filled with joy. Kind of like a princess who saw prince charming walking down the road.

"Coming from the untouchable clouds above, your voice broke through and shined down like sunlight. Bathing me in its celestial brilliance, it spoke and said "Hi, Tootie, will you...", and before it got to 'marry me' you picked up. Such a teaser."

Timmy frowned as he realized what she was talking about.

"That wasn't an answering machine, that was me-"

Tootie gasped.

"And that isn't even remotely close to what I was trying to say."

"Awww" she groaned in despair.

"So, what are you calling me for?" Timmy decided to move on and figure out the reason for her call.

"Oh...right," her voice became lower, as if loosing its form and structure. "Did you...did you meet my sister the other day?"

Timmy could feel dread creep into his stomach.

"How did you know?" he asked. Did someone see them, or, rather, did someone they know see them. Which, if they did, they did. It shouldn't have mattered, but at the moment Timmy felt like a thief who just been caught.

"My sister is Vicky, pretty easy to follow her trail," said the girl in a matter-of-fact tone. "And you're Timmy."

"...And?" the boy didn't understand that last sentence.

"And I'm Tootie," she said once again in a matter-of-fact tone.

"...Y'know, I am so glad that we've reached the point where we can be so open to the fact that you're top class stalker."

"Me to."

"Does this mean my restraining orders will be more effective in the future?"

"Not a chance!"

"Sigh, yes. I saw Vicky yesterday," he admitted. To his surprise, he felt good about it. All this time, he was afraid of saying anything. He thought he would carry it to his grave a secret before he gave his friends the chance to tell him how stupid he was.

"Oh..."

"Oh?"

"Well, at first I didn't think you would admit it so quickly. Actually I was worried about you, more about your sanity than bodily harm to be honest, but worried none the less. Are you okay, Vicky didn't do anything did she?!"

Timmy was quiet for a solid second as the gears in his mind grinded to a halt. They began to start once again, slower than before however.

"No...no she didn't," he said it as if reading from a script. Tootie didn't buy it, he knew she didn't. But she didn't linger over it.

"Hey, do you want to hang out with me at the park," she said.

"Huh?"

"You know, just the two of us?"

"Really?"

"Hey! You hanged out with my sister, why can't I get a turn?" she pouted.

Timmy closed his eyes as he gave the idea some thought. There was no way Tootie didn't have an alternative motive with the invitation. Who knows what Turner could be walking into by accepting her offer. But then again, he did willingly follow Vicky to the paintball range. Not exactly fair considering that it was just Tootie this time.

"Fine-"

"YES!" her excitement was obvious.

"Hey, this is not a date-" the boy's mind stopped dead in its tracks. The memories of the day before came back to meet him. He felt a chill run through him as his breathing became more noticeable.

"Yeah, got it," Tootie responded almost immediately. "Just two friends hanging out. I'll see you there."

The phone went click and then became quiet. The stood there as he wondered just what he had gotten himself into.

"No worse than yesterday," the thought slapped itself onto his brain like a sticker. He turnered away from the phone and headed back into the living room. There, he saw his fairies sitting down at the couch.

"I'm going out," he said as went to the door.

"Hold on, we'll come with you," said Wanda as she started rise.

Timmy raised a hand and said "It's fine, I'm just meeting Tootie at the park. Taking it easy today. I'm confident that I can outrun her long enough to get help."

Wanda raised an eyebrow before silently agreeing with him. And then he opened the door and left.

It took the boy twenty minutes to reach his destination. He had been in no hurry, his body and mind still pretty tired. Most of the walk was done subconsciously, as he other things to think about. Namely, these things were about Vicky. Why did things turn out like the way they did, he was so confused. It was a good day, they were both having fun. But it ended in shambles. Plus, there was the part when she cried.

Timmy stopped and blinked. Did his memory serve him correctly, did he seriously see the embodiment of evil shed tears. He wanted to say that it was impossible, not that it hadn't happened before. It had been under different circumstances. There was an avalanche once, and a time when his parents realized her true nature, but this time was different. It was almost as if...she were apologizing.

He shook his head to get rid of the thought. Looking in front of him, he saw that he had finally arrived.

The park was bustling with visitors on this day. People were going about their business, enjoying the time spent outdoors. Kids were playing with each other, someone threw a frisbee for a dog, a toy boat sailed across the pond, a couple was taking a walk through the woods. The place was alive, Timmy could feel it in every breath he took. It was nice, this park, and Turner was glad that he had came here.

It helped take his mind off things.

Looking around, he tried to find a sign of Tootie being here. He walked further on into the park when his search came up dry. As he passed a few others walking on the path, he became slightly frustrated as his efforts were fruitless.

"Where is she?" he growled slightly. She was the one who asked him out here, wouldn't do any good for her to be late.

Turner became silent once again as the events of yesterday became ever more present in his mind. No matter what he did, it always seemed like the memories were just waiting for him around every corner. He couldn't keep his thoughts away from them.

A pain in his chest became even more noticeable, as the rest of the memory flooded in. He was reminded that he couldn't forget this, no matter what. He could feel tears form in his eyes, knowing that there was no running from this pain.

But Turner stopped, rubbed his eyes before the water could flow, and steeled himself. He wasn't going to cry every time the memory popped up, nor was he going to worry over the details. The boy had resolved himself to move on. He came here to take it easy and, if so, have fun. Speaking of which, he needed to find Tootie. The sky looked a little funny today, there was a chance of stormy weather.

The boy was about to walk back down the path when he saw someone in particular moving in the trees.

"Was that her? he said in his mind as he headed in the same direction. When passed the same tree she did, Timmy saw Tootie standing just a few yards away from him. Her back was turned, so she didn't see him of course, which gave Turner a bit of peace and quiet. She was in her usual attire today, as she was almost everyday. Her pigtails hanged down from her head and past her shoulders. At the moment, she appeared to be waiting for someone...oh, yeah.

"Is it me, or has she gotten a little sloppy?" The boy thought in his head as he watched her. He couldn't remember the last time he snuck up on her unintentionally or without magic. It was like holding a piece bacon behind a bloodhound, or a card behind a magician, or a penny behind the IRS.

Okay, he could keep these jokes running forever. Point of the matter is that he didn't think it would be this easy to sneak up on her. Most guys would savor this moment, what could be better then sneaking up on chicks that were heads over heels for you. But not this one. She was a sister to him, and he wasn't planning to change that. As a matter of fact, he figured they were going to argue about this again so, he had already thought out his debate. Taking a step forward, he was about to greet the girl when all of sudden, a powerful wave of nausea hit him.

The boy dropped to his knees in an instant, a pile of leaves was beneath him to cushion his fall. Literally stunned, he couldn't think straight. All he could do was kneel as he waited for the nausea to go away. When he felt his thoughts returned to him slightly, he shook his head.

"What...was that? he said to himself. It came out of nowhere, like a sucker punch he didn't even know existed. There was something familiar about, but it was too confusing for him to his finger on it. Plus, he was still dazed.

The wave of nausea returned a second time. This time it was stronger, but Turner recovered much quicker than before. Unlike the first wave, he was able to retain his wits. But even more peculiar than the first was that he heard a sound just as the nausea hit.

Puff. Where had he heard that before, it was just at the edge of his thought process. He couldn't focus his brain at all in his condition. He wasn't feeling sick, to be exact, but it did feel like a cloud had filled his entire body. Speaking of clouds, was it about to start raining? Because the ones above him were looking a little weird.

"Wait a minute," he whispered softly as he gazed up into the sky. Indeed, the clouds were looking pretty weird. Directly above him a great amount of them had gathered together. But instead of simply combining into a regular giant cloud, they started to separate at what would have been the middle. The giant clouds formed a giant ring, a titan sized halo, in the sky. Timmy gazed in awe and wonder at their magnificence.

The clouds were not done with their performance, and started to change. The ring became dark and gray as a stormed brewed in its make up. Thunder rumbled softly like the voice of a purring lion. Lightning began to lick at the edges of the inner part of the ring, also casting light with the storm clouds. But these weren't the normal bolts of lightning Timmy knew of, they were of different color. Some red, others green, even pink, lots of blue, there was a multitude of color flashing from inside the clouds.

At the center of this grand halo, the sky was also starting to loose its light blue color. It was becoming darker, even more so than the clouds that surrounded it. It kept this up until it eventually became black at the very center. Near this dark center, a shiny white dot appeared. It took him a moment, but Turner saw that he was staring at a star.

"But it's not night time," he said in his head. As he continued watching, he saw that the rest of the blue sky around the darkness was also growing darker. The blackness grew bigger as it was spreading itself from the center, and more stars were appearing in its wake. With a start, Turner finally understood just what was happening inside of the halo. "It's not night, it's space. The sky is disappearing."

As the sky continued retreating, the halo began to become completely filled with space. Many stars were also within the halo at this point, proving Turner's claim. When the dark halo was complete, Turner could feel another wave of nausea coming to greet him. This one, he could tell, would be the last. Before it reached him, though, he started to rise to his feet. However, he didn't stop rising, even when he reached his toes. The boy was floating off of the ground, hovering just three feet in the air. And finally, he understood what was going on and why it was so familiar to him.

"It's magic," he said silently in realization.

Then he went POOF and disappeared.

Things were returning to normal. The blue sky was flooding back into the halo, sealing away the view of space. Before even all the stars became invisible, the ring was starting to break apart. The clouds went their separate ways, losing their stormy appearance. What glory the sky held now was its own, not from some unnatural force.

Where everything had died down, one of the bushes in the park rustled. Mr. Crocker's head popped out as he stared with an open mouth at the spot where Timmy had last been. His face, which was shrouded with shock, soon turned to joy as he cracked a smile. Running to the spot, he did a little victory dance before jumping and clacking his heels together. But before he could say 'FAIRIES', he landed on the pile of leaves which exploded as a noose was strung around his foot and pulled him into the air.

"Oh? I see you found my little surprise," Tootie said as she turned around. She had a single rose in her mouth which matched the redness of her cheeks. "My sweet, Ti...mothy..." she watched as her teacher stared back at her with equal confusement. They stayed like that for awhile. Then Tootie's face began to boil with rage as she spat out the rose and started cracking her knuckles.

"CROCKER!"

Poof. Timmy suddenly appeared from a smoke cloud that usually accompanied spells. He was falling back to the ground, and couldn't wait to get there. The spell in particular was stronger than most, that and/or it was poorly done. He had never...well, never so often felt this tired. All he wanted to do was lie down on the soft earth and rest away like he was being paid to.

A second went by and he was still falling. Another followed and he had not met the earth. A full minute was approaching and, this time, Turner decided to see why it was taking so long. When he opened his eyes, he saw the problem as plain as day.

The ground was right there, he just had another thousand feet to go before he got to it.

Well, wasn't that great.

Timmy broke free from his mental stupor as he realized what kind of situation he was in. He was falling from the sky at the height of a skyscraper. Been there, done that.

But it didn't stop him from screaming at the top of his lungs.

"AAAHHHH!" his voice rang as he fell from the heavens. This was crazy, who in their right mind was trying to kill him by dumping the boy from thousands of feet in the air. When he thought about it, he had plenty of enemies. And when he thought about it some more, it was actually pretty smart. Except he had fairies!

"Cosmo, Wanda, I wish I was safely on the ground," he hollard. Several seconds passed and nothing happened. "Cosmo? Wanda? Anybody?" he called. When there was no answer, Timmy remembered that he had came out to park alone. A lot of good that was turning out to be.

Dread started to creep into him as he realized that he was falling to his death. Without magic, he was doomed. If only he hadn't had left without his fairies. If only he could sprout wings and fly away. If only the flock of migrating geese that was heading directly towards him would take the moment to stop and explain the secret behind flying.

Timmy blinked as took a second look at the birds that were flying in his direction. They looked like they weren't making any changes in their flight path, and were going to conveniently crash right into him. He may not have been an airplane, but he knew this was not going to be pleasant. When they finally got close enough where their honking became more irritating than what should be considered legal, they smacked right into one another.

The boy missed a few of them at first, but the third and fourth weren't so lucky. One hit him in his leg and sent him spinning. The other hit him square in the face and sent his pink hat flying.

Nearly unconscious from that last hit, Timmy could only watch as he plunged down to earth. His hat followed its master faithfully, refusing to part ways with him on their final trip. Although, as nice a thought that was, it seemed like his hat was being a little too faithful. As if it were floating back towards him intentionally. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind hit both of them. The hat was blown away completely, leaving behind a tiny, purple butterfly.

Before he heard the sound, Timmy called as a new hope dawned upon him.

"POOF!" he cried as his little brother appeared from a cloud of smoke a second later. The little fairy's face was filled with purpose and action. He had to save his older brother, no matter what.

Unable to cast spells like his parents, he flew directly under Timmy and slammed himself into the boy's gut. He was trying to slow Turner's descent, though that was all he was capable of doing at the moment. They were still at a dangerous height and falling at a dangerous rate. Timmy tried to think of a way out of this situation, Poof was trying his hardest but it wasn't enough. Turner was starting to become doubtful of his chances, when he saw something sticking from Poof's head.

Wrapped in the one strand of hair that Poof had was a single goose feather. It must have come from the flock earlier. Luck seemed to be with the boy as the gears in his mind started turning.

He had an idea.

Grabbing the feather, he turned to the baby fairy with a smile. Then he began to apply the feather by tickling him all over. Poof had little control over his magic, outside of shape shifting that is. At his age he actually contained great amounts of it, but it reacted on a primal sense instead of thought. In some cases, that was very bad. In others, good. In this one, extremely good.

At first, Poof resisted the initial urge. He questioned Timmy sanity, now was not the time to be playing games. But his brother's urgency seemed to be conveyed through the tickling. It started off as a giggle, than possibly a chuckle, but very soon Poof was uncontrollably laughing. As he laughed, his very body began to chime and sparkle as series of poof poof poof sounded off. At first, they were empty, but eventually one them actually produced something.

Poof. Timmy now had a new hat on his head, or rather an old one. It was his little pink hat with helicopter blade. Hilariously, they were spinning like mad as he continued to fall. Poof. This time, a pink umbrella appeared in his hand. He opened it, and much to his displeasure, it was torn away from him by the wind. Probably should've been british before trying that. Poof. Timmy felt something familiar on his back. Checking to be sure, he grinned with glee when he saw the parachute strapped to him.

Reaching for the cord to release his saving grace, Timmy was about to pull it with all his might before he slammed into something incredibly soft and cushiony. It enveloped him, absorbing the shock of the impact. The world became still around Turner, who fully expected himself to be dead right now. However, as whatever caught him raised the boy slowly, it appeared that he was not. When it stopped, he opened his eye to see what exactly it was that saved him. Looking down, he was surprised to see a giant bed of green goo.

"What is this?" he asked when Poof floated down towards him.

"Poof poof."

"Gelitan, memory foam, water bed," he said. "Thanks." Then he leaped up and grabbed the little guy, pulling him into a hug. When he landed back on the bed, he rolled around while saying joyously "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Poof giggled at this play, happy that Timmy was happy. They even rolled over the edge, at which point Timmy let go of Poof. He landed on the ground, which not as soft but still pretty comfortable. Taking moment to gather his strength and ease his breath, he turned to his little brother.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. Poof chimed about what Timmy translated as how their parents wanted to keep an eye on him. It was a fairy's duty after all.

Shaking his head, the boy said "Well, let's head back to the park..."

Timmy took a good look around him to see that he was in a deeper part of an old forest. The trees here were huge, wide trunks, long branches. Bushes were sprouted here, there, and wildly about. Timmy could tell that the land here had not been bothered by human presence, or at least not often. The brunette could feel that the woods had a powerful sense feral mixed into them.

Forget the park, he should first figure out where he was and the best way to leave.

"Poof poof!" the purple fairy cried out surprise. Timmy immediately turned to his little brother, wondering what could possibly have been bothering him. He rushed to the little one's side, ready to defend, when he was suddenly engulfed within a great shadow. Turner stopped dead in his tracks, as he felt a new presence amongst the trees. This one was different from the wildness, yet it blended in all the same.

Turning towards the source of the shadow, he peered into the branches that were between him and the sun. Only one branch stood away from the rest of its peers, in the direction of the light. But even so, the sun should have shown above it.

The boy swallowed hard when he realized that there was something standing on the branch. It was directly between him and the light, making it extremely difficult to see. But from what he could make out, he was looking at a hooded figure in a long cloak.

He fell silent as he felt the figure's gaze wash over him. That was something he knew in particularly, he could feel this thing watching him. It was looking at him in ways he was unfamiliar with, gauging him like a predator analyzing its prey for weaknesses. Upon that thought, Turner decided not to show any. Standing at his full height and placing a firm foot on the ground, he tried to make himself look anything but weak.

"Who are you?" he questioned the figure, as if to play its own game on it. It remained silent, proving that his effort was in vain. Timmy was starting to feel edgy, not even sure how to act at this point. He was about to question it again, when the full force of the sun blinded him. The light had come so quickly, that he couldn't be prepared for it on such short notice.

He felt something pass him on his right. Quick as possible, he turned as he tried to catch a glimpse of it. There was nothing there, however, and the same feeling passed him on his left. This time, he saw the hooded figure walk past him as it made a complete circle around the boy. There wasn't a sound when it stepped on the ground, it could have been floating for all he knew. The figure glided smoothly in front of him, and Turner became even more nervous when he couldn't see its face. The darkness underneath the hood seemed to be unnatural.

Finally, it stopped as it faced directly towards him. It was as silent as ever, when the cloak began to shift open. Much like the hood, the inside of the cloak was filled with shadows that the boys eyes could not penetrate. He couldn't see anything or tell what was within. The only thing he knew at this point was that the person in the cloak was his height.

Suddenly, something appeared from within these shadows. It was small...and pink.

"My hat!" the boy exclaimed as it floated towards him. The pink hat was pressed against his chest, and he moved to grab it. But before he did, he became aware of something else. Not just the hat, but it felt like a hand was also pressed against his chest. It was so familiar to him...just like-

"You..." Timmy's eyes flew wide open as finally understood. Impenetrable darkness, invisible figures, the hand that was trying to connect with him. "You're not going to try and burn me again...are you?"

"That won't be necessary," the voice was different from his dream, but it was still hers. Turner was dumbfounded, his face was a mask of disbelief. He couldn't believe that he was actually speaking with the pink flame from before. He had so much he wanted to say. Such as "Thank you for saving me from that god awful nightmare" and...well that was it, but he really wanted to say it! But before he could form the words, the hood tilted to one side as if to be confused. He was nearly about to ask it what was wrong, when he was once again surprised by her actions.

From the shadows of the cloak, a human hand appeared. It was smooth and colored vanilla. This answered the questioned of whether or not the person was a human. In its grasp, a white handkerchief nearly matched the hand in smoothness. It took the cloth and began wiping at his face, underneath his eyes. It was then that Turner noticed that he was freeing tears from his optics.

Timmy was stunned for a moment, unable to move a muscle. When she was finished the, the cloth disappeared in her cloak.

"I'm sorry to have brought you here on such short notice, I realize that it can be a little frustrating," she spoke. Timmy raised an eyebrow in confusement.

"Wait, it's not that that's bothering me," he said before he looked around himself. "Actually, where are we?"

The figure was about to speak when a twig snapped in the woods around them. The hood turned in the direction of the sound, showing new interest. Turner was about to ask what the problem was when a person stepped into view from behind a tree. It was a man in a ranger outfit, which would make sense actually. But something was off about him, something not right...not human. He could feel a change in the cloak next to him, which only reinforced this ominous sense. She didn't like this man anymore than Timmy did, and chances were she had better reason and experience. The hood of the cloak turned back to the boy.

"It would do no good for you to be discovered now," she said as she pondered over the though. "You're still not ready to enter the Void."

Again with the void, that was another good question to ask when he had the chance. But before he could make that question with his mouth, the cloaked girl said to him "So you'll have to hold onto this for me and run."

In a tiny storm of cloth, the cloak and hood wrapped itself around the boy. He was startled, but didn't at once feel threatened.

"That'll keep them from seeing you correctly, they can't recognized your face now," she said as she stepped away. It took him a moment, but Timmy realized that she was no longer enthralled in the cloak or it shadows. Now was his chance to look upon his savior.

When he looked towards her, he swore that his face fell as all feeling was drained.

"Tootie?" he asked.

The girl before him wore the same parochial attire as Tootie. She had the same shoes, knee high socks, a gray plaid skirt, white shirt underneath the black vest, and, heck, even from this angle he could see the purple horned rimmed glasses. But where Tootie's shirt and vest covered her entire torso, this girl's stopped just above her belly. As she stepped forward, she placed fingerless gloves over her hands. She even had pigtails like Tootie, but instead of raven black they belong to a natural redhead. When she turned back to look at Timmy, the purple, horned rimmed glasses were close, but didn't match the pink pupils in her eye socket.

"...No," the boy said in his mind.

"Nope," she smirked at him with amusement

"NO," he screamed louder.

"That's my little sister," she chuckled. The man in the ranger outfit let out a growl unlike any creature the boy had ever heard. It sounded as if he had clawed his throat out just to achieve it. But that didn't stop him from staring at the girl who was in front of him. Turning back to the ranger, she placed her hands together as she began to crack her knuckles. An extremely familiar and unforgettable sense of killer intent, blood lust, and maliciousness formed right on the spot.

There was no denying it.

"The name's-"

"You can't be-"

"VICKY"

I didn't think I would finish before I went on my cruise. Thought I was going to be stuck for a week.

Anyway, here's the new chapter, hope you enjoy.

Please review...I mean it, don't make me beg!