I'm so SORRY to all of the readers out there who wanted me to finish this story long ago. I have a HUGE procrastination problem, and I'm very proud to say that I am working on EVERY SINGLE ONE of my current stories posted [yes, even my very first one that ultimately sucks, (and is a terrible excuse for a first story. I'm gonna re-edit the first chapter and think about where THAT story was supposed to go…) AND even my oneshots that people wanted me to continue!]

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DIsclaimer: *sigh* I wish I owned the Fairly Oddparents….

I coughed out the smoke that was building in my lungs. I cleaned my glasses to see that in the corner, standing high and mighty, was an extremely buff man. He was dressed in army greens, his white hair shaved to a buzz cut, and holding a large silver staff with a glowing star at the end.

I couldn't help but let out a small squeak in terror.

He glowered down at me, the turned to Timmy.

"Do you realize what you have done?" He practically screeched.

Timmy stomped towards him defensively. "I didn't do anything! It wasn't my fault that Tootie decided to come snooping into my room!"

"Excuse me?"

"Why are you even here? How did you even get into my house? You snuck in, didn't you? Through the window, I suppose."

"Hold up, now!" I rose to my feet in a defensive manner, "Who are you to insult and accuse me like that?"

A few insults here, a few witty comebacks there, and we were into an all-out verbal war. He said that I was 'creepy' and I said I specifically heard him defend that I wasn't, and he interrogated how I could have possibly known that, and I said "You wouldn't kn-!"

"ENOUGH." The soldier-like man before us bellowed. I instinctively fell back in a panicked attempt to get away.

"Timmy Turner!" He continued, "You have revealed the existence of your Fairy Godparents! I hereby authorize them to be reassigned!"

"NO!" I heard Timmy cry. I looked up at him in surprise. "I..It was a mistake! I didn't do anything to deserve this! Don't take them!"

The buff man turned, whilst I realized that he was also a creature the same as those floating, and lifted up his staff. The roof of the room ripped from the walls, to reveal a dark portal in the sky. Through this portal, a large book fell. It looked old and faded, the purple velvet on the front and back plastered with dust, and large gold letters spelling "Da Rulez!" engraved on the front.

I screamed, and noticed Timmy roll his eyes at me, despite his tears.

I kicked him, and he flinched, holding his ankle.

Smirking, I said, "MY bad."

The man turned and raised his staff. The large book opened to reveal another portal, one that was gold and silver, and seemed to spiral into nothingness.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion.

I saw the three fairies slowly get dragged toward the book.

I saw Timmy bound over to save them.

I saw the baby attach himself to, who I supposed was, his father, who latched onto his, I assumed, wife.

I saw the pink-haired fairy lose her grip of the footboard on the bed.

I saw Timmy grab onto the bed post.

I saw him reach out in a sad attempt to grab her hand.

Lastly and heart-wrenchingly, I saw them not reach far enough, just to be pulled into the open book, screaming after the boy, who, in turn, bawled out their names.

I could quite literally feel my heart shatter.

The book closed with a heavy BOOM and got sucked into to swirling vortex of clouds above.

The clouds refused to cease, and lightning, as well as thunder, added themselves to the mixture of terrifying weather.

The large man turned toward the both of us, whipping out a small tube with a glowing purple ball at the end. "Say goodbye to your memories, Timmy Turner. FOREVER."

He reached back, and threw his arm forward, sending purple-pink beams our way.

Scared out of my mind, for the both of us, I tackled the boy on impulse. Falling on top of him, my hair finally fell from their usual pigtails, and covered both my face, and his.

I could feel the beams hit us at full force. Flinching, I noticed nothing felt different about me, and Timmy still had his shocked expression on his face, his eyes tightly shut.

The man, seeming satisfied with his work, slammed his staff on the ground (I could feel the vibrations) and disappear with a rumble of the room. With him, disappeared the storm, many of Timmy's more expensive possessions, and the roof reappeared, no damage seemed to be done.

All was quiet.

Slowly, I got up. Timmy just lay on the floor, curled up, eyes still shut.

I walked over to the window, just to notice the sun was shining, the grass was green, birds were chirping, and the sky a deep blue, a few clouds strewn here and there. I gasped at the unnatural beauty.

I heard whimpering, and looked over at Timmy.

"They're gone…I can't believe they're gone! Gone, gone…"

He incoherently mumbled the word 'gone' over and over again, quite obviously on the brink of tears.

I approached him slowly, "um…Timmy?"

He looked up from his hands, a look of confusion crossed his face, "What?"

All in one moment, he stood up and stalked over to me furiously, seeming to explode in anger, "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE. COSMO AND WANDA ARE GONE AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT."

I couldn't help but bite my lip to keep it from trembling when the tears sprang up, "But-!"

"NO. NO 'BUTS'. YOU CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY MEANT TO ME."

"Timmy-!"

"WHAT? WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY NEED TO SAY TO ME RIGHT NOW? HUH?"

Without a chance to answer, he promptly burst into tears as he hopelessly slid down against the wall, hiding his face in his hands as he did so.

I walked over and sat down next to him, wrapping my arms around him sympathetically. We swayed back and forth in my attempt to comfort him. After a few moments of silent sobbing, he finally spoke.

"Don't."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Don't?"

"Don't comfort me. I don't need it."

I rolled my eyes at his 'guys-don't-need-sympathy' theory, "What, so you're saying that no one's done this for you?"

"Well, Wanda did….whenever I was upset or scared…" He shut himself up, slinging his hand over his mouth, blushing furiously. I rolled my eyes once again and placed my hands on my hips, all too familiar with his other 'boys-are-tough-and-don't-get-scared' idea.

But, I pretended not to notice anyway.

"Well, I don't care that you don't want it," I stated, fully aware that he really did want someone there, even if it was me, "I'm going to sit here and talk to you and make you feel better, whether you like it or not." I smirked.

I've gotta say, he was terrible at hiding his blush and smile at that moment. But it made me smile inwardly nonetheless.

He pretended to give an indignant huff, "Well, fine then."

I decided to play along, and acted thoroughly surprised at his acceptance.

"YAY!" I shrieked, throwing my arms back around him.

I couldn't help but giggle when my falsely ecstatic embrace caused both of us to topple over, very much resembling some of my past tackle attacks. I noticed that Timmy also could not hold back his laughter, and was soon joined in hugging me back.