Timmy tossed and turned all night. Eventually sleep had overtaken the ten year old and he had drifted off into a sleep filled with nightmares of getting lost in the identical place that was Pixey World. His alarm had snapped him awake at eight in the morning.
As he hopped out of bed, Timmy half expected HP or Sanderson to ping in on him. That was not the case as Timmy stretched his sore back. The young boy walked over to his closet and found sets of identical outfits that he had been wearing the day before. With some reluctance, Timmy got dressed.
He trudged out into the kitchen in search for breakfast. Man, without having parents around, having a house to himself really stunk. Sure his parents used to get on his case a lot, or leave him frequently with Vicki, but there was always breakfast waiting for him along with his parents. Timmy looked over at the empty table, missing seeing his dad sitting in a chair reading over the morning paper.
Timmy sighed as he opened the cabinet that contained the cereal. He pulled out the boring box that contained the blanned cereal and set it on the counter and went to work looking for the bowls. After opening several cabinets, he finally found them. Unfortunately, they were at the top of the cabinet and just beyond his reach. Sure pixies could fly, but he was a human, and out of luck. So, Timmy hoisted himself onto the counter and reached for the cereal.
The sound of pinging made Timmy jump out of his skin. Timmy slipped and started to fall backwards. He saw the cabinet fall away from him and found himself in Sanderson's arms. Timmy flashed him a sheepish smile as the pixey glared at him.
"Uh, morning." Timmy said.
"What were you doing?" Sanderson asked as he placed the boy back down on the ground.
"Trying to grab a bowl for cereal. I can't float like you guys." Timmy answered.
Sanderson sighed and pinged a small gray step stool into the kitchen. "There. That will keep you off of the cabinets and nearly cracking your head open."
Timmy crossed his arms and tried to defend himself. "I was doing just fine until you pinged in. You just surprised me as all and I jumped back."
"Regardless of that fact, you might have slipped sooner or later without anyone around, and then where would you be?" Sanderson asked.
Timmy opened his mouth in reply, but Sanderson had beaten him to the punch. "On the floor, with your head split open."
Timmy rolled his eyes. It wasn't like Sanderson was saying this because he actually cared about his well being. No, this was all politics. He'd probably get demoted for being neglectful in his duties. HP and the other pixies would probably get chewed out by the Fairy Counsel for allowing one of their godchildren for getting hurt so badly when they had taken over full responsibility over him. It was all for reputation, not real concern.
"Alright. I get it." Timmy huffed as he climbed on top of the stool.
"So what are you here for? I can make myself cereal. It's one of the few things that I know how to make." Timmy asked as he grabbed the cereal.
"To make sure that you didn't sleep in and miss your appointment. We wouldn't want that, would we?" Sanderson slyly asked.
"No, we wouldn't." Timmy growled as he reached into the fridge for a carton of milk.
Sanderson smiled in victory. "That's right. Now that that is taken care of, I need to go back to the office."
"But it's Saturday. It's the weekend. That means you should have the day off." Timmy pointed out.
Sanderson smiled again in a way that made Timmy feel uneasy. "Oh we never have any days off Turner. Now time for work."
The pixey pinged away in a cloud of gray pixilated blocks. Timmy slumped his shoulders in defeat and sat down at the table with his cereal. Oh how he hated the taste of the cereal, but since he didn't know how to make eggs or well anything else, cereal it was for him.
No sooner had Timmy finished his cereal when HP had pinged into the room. There was a sly smile across HP's face as he looked down at Timmy. He was already begining to loathe thst smile.
"Well Timmy let's go see about sucking all that hyperactivity right out of you." HP said as he raised his phone.
Timmy and HP had appeared in an office with HP once again taking on his human form. Timmy recognized this place. This was his therapist's office. Why would they be here to get him tested?
The door from the lobby opened up and Timmy saw his therapist, Dr. Fancyfree. She smiled at him and waved him back. Once they had passed through the hallway Timmy had zoomed into her room, or at least the one he had always gone into.
There were so many amazing toys in here. It was impossible to choose. He could never stick with one for long. Timmy picked up a guitar, but upon hearing it was out of tune, quickly set it aside for one of the puzzle balls where you have to get a small metallic ball to go through a maze like obstical course in a clear plastic orb. Timmy hardly had any patience after several seconds and grabbed a handful of playgos. He snapped the bricks together to form a small building. Upon running out of available bricks to build with, Timmy decided to go for the control for a race car. He had it zooming around the room by the time that Dr. Fancyfree and HP had entered the room.
"Four toys already, I think that's a new record for you." Dr. Fancyfree said with a smile.
Timmy shrugged as he drove the car in and under the desk and around obsticals set up by the last kid to be in here. He knew the routine. Dr. Fancyfree would talk with his parents, in this case HP, and Timmy would occupy himself with all of the toys he could play with. Once the adults were done talking, Dr. Fancyfree would normally ask him to do some sort of activity while asking him questions. Sometimes the tasks were fun, like coloring with the big box of crayons with the built in pencil sharperner or they would play video games. But most if the time he was tasked with a word search or had to put a complicated puzzle together.
As he played with the racecar, he momentarily stopped. Maybe this was a ruse for HP to find out some of his secrets. But seeing is how he and his therapist only ever had talked about Gary, or issues with school and home, he doubted HP would find out anything of use.
Growing bored of the racecar, Timmy dug through the toy chest to find something else to occupy his time. Ah, bingo. He found a handheld video game with a Crash Nebula cartridge inside. He flipped it on and went to work blasting asteroids and evil aliens.
HP certainly didn't expect Turner to run back to the office, however Dr. Fancyfree seemed to as she chuckled to herself.
"Always in such a big hurry. He's always been so active ever since he was little." The Doctor chuckled.
"So you've known him for a while then?" HP asked, trying to initiate small talk and find our more on Turner.
Dr. Fancyfree nodded. "Yes, since he was five. He was one of my first child patients."
"And if you don't mind me asking, what was he brought in for?" HP asked.
Dr. Fancyfree slightly shrugged. "His parents were just worried about him. When he was younger he had a hard time making friends in preschool so he made an imaginary friend, Gary I believe his name was. It's perfectly normal for young kids, particularly only children to have imaginary friends, but when he got into kindergarten, his parents were concerned that he still had an imaginary friend. Eventually though, with time and him growing close to his friends Chester and AJ, Timmy had put Gary aside."
HP nodded thoughtfully. It wasn't the kind of information that would be particularly useful, but with a little more prodding the therapist, HP was sure that he could find something to use as leverage or something to manipulate Turner.
"Four toys already, I think that's a new record for you." Dr. Fancyfree said with a smile.
HP saw the small clutter of toys laid out by Timmy. He was currently racing a remote control car around the office, only giving a small shrug and smile in response. HP wondered how much that Timmy was going to concentrate on his and the doctor's conversation. If he knew Turner, if he was busy playing, he wasn't listening.
"This transition is going to be hard on Timmy. It's going to be such a big shift for him." HP said, hoping to get any information on Timmy's psyche.
Dr. Fancyfree nodded as she sat down and looked at the boy who was still racing the car around with a smile on his face. "Yes, and I'm sorry to hear what happened. It's such a shame. And I agree with you, I think that this is going to be a lot harder on him than he is going to lead on. He tends to keep his emotions to himself. It took me ages to be able to break through to him, although most of it might have to do with his parents."
HP raised an eyebrow; this certainly sounded promising. "Oh…"
"Yes, his parents… while they do love Timmy, they can be…" Dr. Fancefree struggled to find the right words. "… neglectful of Timmy's emotions. They tended to shut him out. One of the biggest cases was when he was eight. His parents tricked him into thinking that they had abandoned him in order to get him to call for a baby sitter because his parents were too cowardly to do it themselves.
It crushed him and I think that that kind of sense of abandonment at such an early age really affected him. I think that's what caused some of his selfish behavior and his periods of acting out. He was so desperate to gain approval for his parents that he would do anything for their attention. But they just seemed to give him less and less. Then his grades dropped… I think it was because he tried so desperately to gain their approval that eventually seeing no progress that he just… gave up."
The therapist looked over at Timmy with a look at sadness. He was engrossed in a hand held video game. They could faintly hear the music and sound effects from the other side of the room.
Hmm, approval issues. This was something that he could work with. It wouldn't take much for HP to have Timmy begging for approval. That would certainly keep Timmy in line and out of trouble, and certainly a lot more complacent.
"And as far as your concerns with him having ADHD, I think you are correct in that assumption." Dr. Fancyfree said.
"I've witnessed so many symptoms of ADHD during our sessions. He has self-focused behavior. It's harder for him to recognize the needs of others right away, although it might stem from his parents not necessarily giving him the care he needed. His emotions are hard for him to keep in check. He is prone to have outbursts of anger, again it might be because of how his parents cared for him. But he is very fidgety and prefers to be up and running unless he finds something that catches his attention.
And there is the obvious with how he has a hard time finishing tasks, especially when something else that is interesting catches his attention. It might also explain his sudden crash in his grades. His parents never had time to help him with homework after he was eight and trying to focus on it for long enough was just hard for him to do.
Timmy has never been the most focused child, again easily giving it over to something new and exciting. He is a young boy who makes mistakes like any other child, but give him a task with lots of instructions or a long planning period, and he can't focus long enough. He'll make mistakes to rush through it which contributes to his bad grades." Dr. Fancyfree explained. "I think if you are there to help him on tasks and he takes the proper amount of medication, we are going to see a positive change in Timmy."
HP nodded. Just what he wanted to hear. Timmy would be under his thumb in a matter of time. This therapy session, while only just starting had proved to be quite worth the time already and he hoped to learn more that would help him control the unruly child and mold him into a tool to rule Fairy World. Maybe this should be his new thirty seven year plan.