CHAPTER FOUR

Timmy's alarm clock went off. It was Saturday morning. "Well, guys", he said it's time for the camping trip."

No answer. Timmy looked over at the goldfish bowl. It was empty.

"Cosmo? Wanda?, Poof?" he said.

Timmy went downstairs and saw his parents eating breakfast.

"Uh, Mom, Dad" he said, "Where are my goldfish?"

"Uh, honey," said Mr. Turner, "Why is a bucktoothed street urchin asking about goldfish and calling us Mom and Dad?"

A BUCKTOOTHED street urchin. "Oh, no," thought Timmy, "Jorgen must have wiped everyone's memory of me again. That means that the Darkness and/or the Eliminators are back."

Timmy ran out the front door. Chester and A.J. were walking down the street. Chester giggled at Timmy, and said "Hey kid, most people wear their pajamas to bed, not outside."

Timmy just ran down the street.

"Jorgen," he called out.

There was a big atomic "poof" and the toughest fairy in the universe appeared and said, "TIMMY TURNER!"

"Ahhh!," said Timmy, "you just said my name out loud!"

"It doesn't matter Turner."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" said Timmy frantically, "you wiped everyone's memory of me and that means either the Eliminators or the Darkness is back!!"

"Yes," said the large fairy, "I did wipe everyone's memory of you but not because of the darkness. I did it because no one wants to know OR remember you!"

"What," said the eleven year old!

"Yes," said Jorgen, "I asked around and your parents and godparents said they didn't want know you. And neither did Chester and A.J. You're all alone, and after I wipe my own memory of you, I won't know you either."

"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO" screamed Timmy as he bolted up in a cold sweat. He looked around. He was in his room and in his bed. The child looked over at his fishbowl, and both Cosmo and Wanda (in their goldfish disguises, of course) were there with concerned looks on their faces.

The door opened and Timmy's parent came in. Mrs. Turner came to the bed.

"Timmy, honey," said his mom, "are you okay?"

Timmy took a breath and said, "You called me Timmy, you know my name."

Mr. and Mrs. Turner looked at each other and his dad said, "Of course we know you,Timmy, you're our son."

Timmy took a breath,"Yeah, I just had a bad dream."

"Sweetie," said Timmy's mother, "what was it about. We heard you make whimpering sounds and yell "no".

Timmy took another breath. He had to be careful because Mom and Dad of course didn't remember the darkess "incident" because Jorgen wiped their memories. He looked at them. His blue eyes still a little filled with fear.

"I just dreamed that I was alone," said Timmy, "and you and Dad didn't know who I was."

"It was just a bad dream, honey", said Mrs. Turner.

"Yeah", said Mr. Turner," we'd never forget who you were Tommy."

Timmy winced a bit being called "Tommy". Normally he would pay it no mind. His parents were often eccentric like that but obviously after that nightmare, he was a bit more sensitive.

"Well," said Mrs. Turner, "it seems you're okay now. We're going back to bed. Think you'll be all right."

Timmy nodded.

"Well, Good night, Timmy," they both said in unison, and then left the room.

Wanda and Cosmo "poofed" out of the fishbowl. Wanda glared at the door where the Turners had left.

"Tommy", said Wanda with disgust in her voice, "you'd think your father would be a little more sensitive than that."

Timmy shook his head, "No Wanda it's all right."

Wanda looked angry, "No it's not all right. Couldn't those two see how scared you were?"

"No Wanda, it's okay."

Wanda dropped the subject; not because she wanted to but because Timmy seemed uncomfortable with it. She decided to shift the subject slightly.

"Honey," she said, "do you want to talk about the dream? I got the sense there was more to it, than what you told your parents."

Timmy nodded and said, "I was dreaming that Jorgen wiped everyone's memory of me. I thought it was because of the darkness, but he said no it was because nobody, you Cosmo, Mom, Dad, and Chester and A.J. wanted to forget me. You didn't want to know me."

"Oh, sport,"said Wanda, clearly upset that Timmy would feel this way.

"Well," said their godchild, "it was just a dream. I'll be all right."

Wanda wasn't sure so she turned to Cosmo, "Cosmo, honey, would you feed Poof. I'll be there in a minute."

"We just fed him," said Cosmo.

Wanda rolled her eyes up; sometimes Cosmo's cluelessness really got to her.

"Well, just check to see if he's hungry, or needs a change."

"But we just.."

"NOW!"

Cosmo immediatedly "poofed" back into the bowl.

Wanda turned to her godson. He still looked a little shaken. It really tugged at her heartstrings to see Timmy like this.

"Timmy," she said, "do you want to talk any more about it? It sounded like it terrified you."

"Yeah," said Timmy trembling a bit, "I guess it bothered me more than I thought when Jorgen had wiped everyone's memory of me the first time the darkness came."

Wanda shook her head in anger. "I know. He could have thought of better way of keeping you safe other than hiding Cosmo, Poof and me in a gumball machine and then making you go it alone."

"It's all....,"

Wanda stopped, him, "Timmy will you please stop saying it's all right. The fact is it's NOT all right. It upset you being left alone, hon. Why didn't you talk about it before now."

Timmy looked up, "I guess I didn't want to sound like a baby. I'm left alone so much, it shouldn't bother me."

Wanda looked at Timmy with a lot of love in her eyes, and said, "Timmy, you don't sound like a baby. And there's nothing wrong with being scared. But you don't have to go through this alone." She paused. "If ever you feel the need to talk about it. I'm here, and so is Cosmo."

Timmy smiled slightly. "Thanks, Wanda."

You're welcome,"said the pink haired fairy, "I'm going back to bed, but if you need anything just call. Good night, Timmy."

"Good night, Wanda."

With that Timmy laid back down and Wanda "poofed" back into the fishbowl.

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The hidden figure lurked outside again, and smirked evilly. "So Turner is afraid of being left alone. That adds a very sweet twist to my plan!"