Disclaimer: I do not own the Fairly Odd Parents! This is a fan base story!

Everything is white, the walls, the floor, the ceiling (if there is one) everything is white. "Is this it? The only part of me that will hold some memory of something? It feels like something is missing… some part of me is gone. Lost to the sands of time… but what? Is it I can't remember? Was there something in this void before or is it just that I feel that way? I feel light? Where am I? What happened?".

Sound began to fill his ears, his numb hands were clutching something, his vision blurred, the scent of gas filled his nostrils. "Where… oh Timmy try to remember! What were you doing? Ok. Ok, first what is in your hand? The texture… steering wheel. Ok. Good you are in your car, then what happened? The scent gas… station? No. Sights… cracked… sound settling… sirens. Oh man… I messed up bad," Timmy thought then felt himself being pulled from where he was seated. The wreck was horrible, his car was totaled paramedics were not sure how but he some how survived. Not long after they pulled him from the mangled and distorted hunk of metal once known as a car caught fire the blaze quickly raged and incinerated whatever was left. He was nearly gone… his eyes were opened but only a small tunnel of his surroundings came through. The rest was blackness, his body is numb and he had no control over it. He was quickly loaded into the Ambulance and the drive to the hospital had begun, through the tunnel vision he could see the paramedics scrambling to work on him. A name tagged jiggled in his sight… it felt familiar… the name on it. Studwell. R. Timmy tried to focus on it but it was useless and the blackness caved in on him. When he awoke he found himself in a white room with peach curtains, he shifted and felt the paper rub over his skin, and the odd scent of clean filled his nose. "A hospital…" He said sitting up and rubbing his head. His soft brown hair was matted down by sweat, an ivy drip is connected to him and he was hooked up to another machine. He began to panic but quickly clamed and was taken aback when he turned to find Tootie fast asleep in a chair on his right side, she had tear stains and her make up ran and smudged, but she was calm now under a soft peach blanket. "Dr. Studwell to emergency. Dr. Studwell to emergency." A voice called on a speaker. "There is that name again. Studwell…. That name tag. Did I see that when I was rushed in? I feel as though I know that name… from somewhere," Timmy thought but his eyes widened and he turned to see Tootie shifting and rubbing her eyes.

"What happened?" She asked leaning toward the bed and placed her soft, pale, yet very warm hand on his. "I'd like to know the exact same thing. I don't remember anything… only that I was waking up in my car that I somehow totaled." Timmy said and looked at her she squeezed his hand reassuringly but tears welled in her eyes. "Oh Timmy… I was so worried!" She said and wrapped him in a hug. He'd always known how Tootie felt about him, in fact years ago he claimed to be her boyfriend to keep the world from knowing about Wanda and Cosmo when Tootie almost told them all. But somewhere deep inside he knew that somehow he had feelings only for Trixie no matter what he did, so he just doesn't or tries not to think about it anymore. "How is our patient doing?" A deep voice that pretty girls would melt over in soap operas asked as the man it emanated from pulled back the curtain. Timmy's eyes darted to the name tag on the man's uniform and read it again wondering where he heard that name before. "Hello Timmy I am Dr. Studwell, You weren't very responsive when we first met but I am glad to see that you came to. How are you feeling son?" He asked and began checking his vitals. "My head is a little fuzzy and it hurts to think," Timmy said and placed his hand on his forehead as the headache he had sucker punched him. "Dr. I am worried, he says he can't remember what happened." Tootie said sipping from the paper cup. "Well that is to be expected… with such a nasty bump on his head. I wouldn't worry to much about it because you are alive and that is the important thing. What you need right now is plenty of rest," Dr. Studwell said and turned to a blonde nurse whispering to her and she scurried off. "I have told the nurse to get you some pain pills and dinner call will be coming soon. And after that I am afraid visiting hours will be over Ms. Tootie," The Dr. Said before leaving. Tootie looked at Timmy and leaned over to him, kissing his cheek soft and briefly then to had left the confused, lost, and sad boy alone. Timmy stared at his hands for awhile till the nurse called lights out and he just sat there and continued to stare off, but he had lay back and drifted to sleep at some point in the evening though he was wide awake. The last thing he'd recalled seeing was sparkling, shiny, gold dust before he was swept away by the beckoning of dreams and the promise of a beautiful dawn and new day.

Timmy had been released this morning and Tootie had come to pick him up, he was very grateful to her kindness but he wasn't sure he wanted company. After she drove to the front of his house he sighed and she placed her hand on his shoulder, "I had called the insurance for you and since the fire chief said that it seemed to be a technical failure or problem they are going to send you a check to get yourself a new car. If you need a ride to the dealership, I'll be happy to drive you." Tootie said and her eyes widened when Timmy cupped her face with his hands and kissed her softly. She slowly began to kiss back and neither of them was sure as to what had come over him but they also didn't care and seemed to very much enjoy it. Timmy thanked Tootie for the ride and said goodbye and entered his house, which was still empty and then he knelt there in the hallway clutching his head.

Timmy stood there for a few moments, his eyes were dilated from the large flash but he wasn't sure as to what happened. Something nagged at him that there was a large figure standing there in the room but there wasn't anything there. Sadness rushed over him and a sickness churned in his stomach, he stumbled to the restroom and gave hail to the porcelain god. Falling back and holding the tub for support as he flushed the toilet, he sat there tears flowing from his eyes and snot occupying his upper lip. "Why am I crying?" He asked. The thought of why never was answered, sad and enraged he cleaned himself up and grabbed his car keys. Backing out of the driveway he dove off and found himself seeing things that weren't there. A child was laughing happily with a soda and a green cat beside them smiling with a small crown on its head. He shook his head but it seemed where ever he turned he was seeing odd royal animals or even inanimate objects smiling with children. And then it happened he was going down hill no matter how hard he tried the break was gone, he swerved and then the crash itself seemed in slow mo.

"Stop it! I wish the car would stop!" Timmy yelled falling onto his side, clutching his head and tears squeezed out of his tightly shut eyes. He laid there and trembled as tears continued to escape his tightly shut eyes and the memory echoed of how he wished the car stopped. "Why would I yell I wish the car would stop? What would wishing have done?" Timmy thought as he laid there alone in his quiet empty house.

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