It had been a couple of hours before Sanderson appeared in front of Timmy. The young boy was nearly exhausted after running around gathering office supplies. He was ready for a much needed and well deserved break.

"Good news, HP says you're done for the day and that I am to take you home." Sanderson said.

Timmy sighed inwardly with relief. It was just what he needed. Although, he hated the idea of going back to his empty house. There was nothing to do there besides his homework. Man, life here really stunk. Right now, Timmy would give anything to go back to having a normal life, even if that meant he'd never see Cosmo or Wanda again. A normal life would be more than welcome compared to the one he was living now.

With a gray pixilated cloud they appeared in a new area of Pixy World. Timmy blinked for a second. These houses were much more sprawled out than the tightly compacted houses he had been near. They even had a somewhat homey vibe to them, despite being in various shades of gray or having no yards at all. Timmy gave Sanderson a look of confusion.

"HP and I had a lengthy discussion." Sanderson said as he floated towards the door, opening it, and gesturing for Timmy to go inside.

Timmy's eyes grew wide. There was color in this place. Actual color. A light blue couch sat in the living room with yellow throw pillows and a colorful throw blanket. A tan and blue rug lay in front of the couch while matching an drapes hung from the windows. Purple vases with yellow flowers sat on top of a fireplace. Timmy could spy the living room off to the side with colorful bouquet sitting on the dining room table. Looking closely, he noticed jade green place mats sitting atop the kitchen table. Before he could really take in any more color, what looked like a fairy with auburn hair and a light blue dress had pulled him into a tight hug.

"I'm so glad you're here." A beautiful voice rang out.

"Turner, meet my wife, Poppy."

It was strange, hearing Sanderson say that. Not only was it odd to discover that he had a wife, let alone that there were female pixies, but in how he said it. There wasn't a hint of monotone at all, in fact, he sounded normal.

"Let me get a good look at you." Poppy said.

Her bright blue eyes looked him over as a bright smile spread across her face. It was at this time Timmy had noticed that she had the square wings of a pixy. On her head floated a light blue cone that matched her dress. There was a pleasant smell that came from the dress too, like lilacs and something else that made it feel... what was the word that would best describe it... no it was more of a feeling, a comforting feeling. Just the smell was enough to make him feel like that this had been his home all along. Maybe that was the point.

Timmy had found himself lifted up as the air was nearly squeezed from his lungs. "Oh Stanley, he's just so precious."

Stanley? He had thought that Sanderson was the pixy's only name. It was so weird hearing him be called something else, let alone be fully immersed in color. This was looking to be a very strange day indeed.

Without a second's notice, Timmy found himself sitting on the couch, which was far more comfortable than the one in his own pixy house.

"Have you told him yet?" Poppy had asked.

Sanderson shook his head. A brief look of exasperation took hold of her face before the smile took over again. It was genuine and warm, something Timmy hadn't seen in a long while.

"Well, the men and I were talking today while you were helping running errands and we decided that it would be best for you if you were to stay with us, at least until you were old enough to be on your own."

What? What brought all this up? Was it the trip to the therapist? Had HP somehow gotten some kind of info on him and this was all a way to manipulate him? The less likely option was that this was truly best for him and by extension would make him a better office boy. Still, whatever the reason, Timmy knew to take this all with a big grain of salt.

"Really?" Timmy asked.

He was sure to lay on the cute extra thick. It probably wouldn't take much to make them believe that he was falling into their trap. Sure he wasn't the smartest, but he wasn't that stupid.

Poppy nodded, her smile growing wider as she pulled him into a tight hug. He let out a loud breath as the air was once again squeezed from his lungs.

"Keep squeezing him like that and he won't live that long." Sanderson joked.

It was eeriely strange hearing him joke. Timmy really had a hard time believing that it was possible. Maybe the monotone was just an act for the job.

"I said I can't help it Stanley." Poppy said lovingly. "Now, can you get the stuff out for dinner while I show Timmy to his room?"

Sanderson smiled. "Yes dear."

With a gray pixilated cloud he had pinged off to the kitchen. Poppy pulled him to his feet and began leading him through out the house.

"That right there is the kitchen obviously."

The room was almost as big as the kitchen in his old house. Old oak cabinets hung against a dark red wall. A gray and yellow stone back splash covered the wall behind a large sink. The large open stainless steel doors to the fridge obstructed Timmy's view of Sanderson as they passed a small breakfast nook.

"Half bath."

Timmy managed to grab a quick glance at the bathroom, spying more color as they passed.

"The office."

Through the doors was a room filled with books of all colors and sizes. A few large wooden desks sat among the shelves. Timmy could see a black and maroon carpet as well as a few sitting chairs and end tables.

"And here is your room."

A desk with a small yellow lamp sat near the corner by a large bookshelf. There was a tall dresser with a few knick knacks,. The bed was covered in a blue and yellow blanket. It wasn't the biggest room, but with the color, it was certainly homey. Through another door, he could spy his own bathroom. Why couldn't he have gone here his first night?

"Our room is right down the hall there. Now why don't you go get changed and come help us in the kitchen." With that, Poppy gave him a big hug.

Timmy wasn't sure how to feel about the whole situation. He wasn't sure if this was genuinely her personality or if she was trying to butter him up. He was going to have to make sure to keep his guard up for a while. There was no way he could take her at face value, at least for a little while.

Timmy closed the door behind him and began looking for new clothes. It seemed as though they were divided in half. One was the usual boring clothing he had been wearing the past few days, the other was actually normal. They were mostly shirts of various shades of blue, but there were some yellows, reds, and even a green shirt. His first thought was to grab a red one, it being as close to his former pink shirts, but, it seemed as though Poppy's favorite color was blue. If he wanted to convince her that he genuinely liked her already, maybe that was the color to go for.

He pulled on the shirt, enjoying its softness. It even smelled like Poppy's dress. The new pair of jeans felt worn in just right, and not at all like the brand new stiff of the shelf feel that his current jeans had. Man they were really going all out.

Once he had changed, Timmy made his way to the kitchen. He could hear the sounds of pots and pans being pulled out of shelves and sliding onto counter tops. As he turned into the kitchen, he was met with a sight he had not expected. Both Poppy and Sanderson had taken human forms. It was so strange seeing Sanderson like that, almost as much as it was when he saw HP like a human. Poppy must have taken note of his expression.

She strolled over to him, almost as if she was floating and placed her hands on his cheeks. She had a motherly look to her expression and could feel the slight concern coming from her.

"I hope this is alright. We figured it would be a better transition for you if we looked like this. Besides, we want you to have study sessions here with your school mates and to go to your school functions. We thought it would be best to practice at home first before we did it in front of others." Poppy said.

Huh, well it did make sense. Timmy remembered when Cosmo and Wanda had to pretend to be human when they met with Crocker. That had nearly been a disaster. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of that.

Timmy nodded. "Yeah, its fine, I just wasn't expecting it is all."

Poppy smiled and gave his cheeks a light squeeze. "Good to hear, now I need your help making dinner."

It was a lot different helping out in the kitchen. Timmy's mother always did all the cooking. He never knew so much went into making just a simple meal.

"Man, I can't believe my mom did this all herself." Timmy said to himself.

"Some women like to cook by themselves. It can be almost therapeutic to some. As for me, I enjoy the help." Poppy said.

"And I do whatever makes my wife happy." Sanderson added.

Poppy giggled to herself. "Happy wife-"

"Happy life." Sanderson finished.

Timmy scrunched his face together. "Ugh. It's so weird seeing you like this."

There was a small smile on Sanderson's lips. "Yes, at work I have to maintain the strict guise of corporate professionalism, in fact, most pixies do. At home, it's another matter."

"You could say, that at home, pixies and fairies are almost indistinguishable from one another, although the fairies are a big more outgoing and extroverted. You'll see, the longer you're with us." Poppy said.

While Timmy wasn't sure how true it was, he could easily admit that it was a nice change of pace. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all.