A/N: I edited Chapter 12 a bit, for anyone who didn't read it again, Francis is dead thanks to his inadvertently summoning Ricky back from the almost dead, and obviously Ricky is back. Huh. That sounds redundant, oh well.

Timmy and Vicky were still on their way to Vicky's house when Timmy suddenly spoke:

"What ever happened to Ricky anyway?"

"This again? I told you, you don't want to know."

"Why? Was it gruesome?"

"Well... no, not really..."

"Then tell me, I want to know." he was worried about how she had done it, Ricky was made through Cosmo and Wanda's magic, he very likely wasn't human, so it was very likely that things that killed humans wouldn't have the same effect on him.

"...If I tell you then you have to promise me something."

"What?"

"I don't want you to ever bring it up again. I mean ever. I want no one to remember his name, I want his very existence to be forgotten. Understand?"

"Alright fine, I promise, I wont ever bring it up again... if you tell me."

"Okay... so you know about how he stole from me and then went to be with Crocker's mother because she was rich. I heard he was tricked into it, but when I had someone check in on them a week later, he certainly wasn't complaining about all the money he had. With me so far?"

"Yeah..."

"Well I don't know if you know this about me, but I've been known to hold a grudge when someone has wronged me, and he most definitely wronged me."

"Yeah, I know all this."

"Right, well I wanted him gone, but for some reason while I wanted him gone I couldn't do it myself, I didn't know then, and I still don't now, but I knew or well know someone who is very good at taking care of problems shall we say. I told him about Ricky and he agreed to deal with it, at a discounted rate even!"

"So he dealt with him. How?"

"I'm getting to that. He contacted Ricky apparently and told him he and his lovely new bride had won some sweepstakes and had won a cruise across all the lovely little islands of the pacific. He also told him that Mrs. Crocker was waiting for him on the boat. It wasn't a huge boat, just large enough for a few vacationing families, but Mrs. Crocker was never on the boat, just Ricky and my guy that I contacted, posing as the captain, of course. When Ricky went below deck, I'm told that my guy knocked him out, tied him in all the heaviest chains he could, locked him in a closet, and blew a hole in the ship's hull, sinking it in shark infested waters, for good measure. That's what happened to people who truly wronged me back then. Or maybe not that specifically, but generally really bad things."

Timmy's face had gone pale from the thought, how many times had he slighted Vicky? He lost count, he could still very well end up dead if she ever found out.

"What? What's the look for Twerp? You think- Oh I see, no you don't have to worry, anything you did to me is in the past, and I'm much more mellow now. I can't very well go around killing everyone who wronged me in revenge, what do you think I am? Some kind of sociopath?"

"You might not feel that way if you knew of all the things I did to you using magic in revenge for what you did to me..." Timmy thought to himself.

"So that's the story, he's gone, there is no way he could have survived that. Now please let's never speak of this or him ever again."

"Fair enough." Timmy hoped that was the end, he wasn't so sure it was, but Ricky's fate did sound pretty final, but at the same time, he had other nemeses who he thought were gone for good as well and it usually wasn't as final as he hoped.

"I'll ask Cosmo and Wanda when we get back..." what Timmy failed to realize was that the whole reason he couldn't wish Ricky away was because of true love originally, that was no longer an issue now.

"What're we getting at your house again?"

"We're not getting anything, I just need to check something on my computer, and to see if my parents and Tootie have left yet."

Again, there was silence, and again, it was broken by Timmy.

"Vicky, you ever think that maybe we can't escape our fate?"

"Where did that come from?"

"I dunno, just popped into my head."

"Well... I mean, I suppose so, but it all depends on outside factors, I think. I know how bad it was for you growing up with someone like me to babysit you, and I know that if you did hate me and didn't forgive me for what I did, you would be justified in feeling that way."

"But I don't hate you and I do forgive you."

"... I know, there's no way I can express how much it means to me to hear you say that. So I guess, it is possible to change a person's fate, but they can't do it alone." her voice cracked a bit as she said this, her eyes watering just the slightest before she wiped the tears away.

"So this thing between us... these feelings and emotions that changed your fate... is this... y'know, love?" the silence that followed the last word turned his cheeks crimson.

"I don't know to tell you the truth, Timmy. It could be... I've heard that love is one of the most powerful things in existence, it can raise and destroy empires, it can end wars, it can start wars... and if what you're suggesting is true, and what we have between us is love, then it can even change fate."

"That was a nice speech and all, but you didn't really answer my question..."

"Yeah. Let's go with yeah, it's love."

"Alright then."

After several more minutes of confused silence they arrived at Vicky's house.

"You wanna come in?"

"Sure, I guess."

Timmy had only been to Vicky's house a handful of times, and during those times the visits had never lasted very long, it was where Vicky and Tootie lived after all. It was usually best to spend as little time as possible around one girl who enjoyed torturing him, and another who was constantly trying to seduce him and/or kidnap him.

"Well looks like my parents aren't here, and Tootie would have come down by now... Probably for the best, I only really care about Tootie and she's quite safe in their hands."

Vicky took out her phone now and called Tootie.

"Vicky! What's up? You haven't called in a few days. Everything all right?"

"Yeah Toots, everything's fine. Just calling to check in. You guys on the plane yet?"

"No, we're at the airport now."

"Why haven't you called? It would've been nice to know you guys were leaving..."

"I'm sorry! My phone died and I forgot to charge it. I only just recently plugged it in and got it charged. And mom and dad... well you know."

"Yeah, I know... well anyway have fun in Tibecuador."

"Wait! Do you wanna talk to mom and dad?"

"Not really... Ugh fine put them on."

Vicky heard Tootie say it was her on the phone.

"Vincent! How the hell are ya?"

"It's Vicky dad."

"Yeah, yeah, always such a kidder, so how's the whole job thing going? What was it you do again? Build missiles right?"

"I'm a babysitter. Which reminds me, I gotta go, you know what a handful kids are."

"Oh you bet I do! Alright Vinnie, you take care now!"

"Yeah... mind putting Tootie back on?"

"Oh sure! Here ya go!"

"Vicky?"

"Just wanted to say bye Tootie, and stay safe." Timmy noticed a softness in her voice that wasn't there when she talked to most everyone else.

"Don't worry Vicky, I'll be fine! Try not to be too hard on Timmy, alright?" Vicky smirked at this comment.

"Okay I'll try not to ride him too hard... no promises though."

"Thanks Vicky."

"Yeah, yeah, bye Tootie."

"Bye Vicky."

Vicky hung up and stifled a giggle at what she said.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing -heehee- inside joke that's all."

"Right. How are your parents and Tootie?"

"My parents are the same as always, that is they think I'm someone named Vincent Valentine or something... and Tootie's fine, they're at the airport now, about to head off to Tibecuador."

"So what's so funny?"

"Oh I guess I can tell you... Tootie told me not to ride you too hard, you know, don't be too mean, lighten up on the chores."

"So why were you laughing- Oh... Oh! You're bad." his cheeks pinkened slightly.

"Aren't I though? C'mon I need to check something on my computer."

"Lead the way."

They made their way through Vicky's house and upstairs to her room, Vicky entered and flicked the light-switch, causing the far wall to flip and reveal an impressive array of weapons.

"So... tools of the trade?"

"Yeah, they don't get much use lately though, you're my last customer remaining and I have no reason to use them on you, since we're... you know."

"Well how unfortunate." Timmy deadpanned.

"Hey, it's not like that, I just didn't expect them to fall out of use so quickly."

"Vicky, I'm fucking with you."

"Oh... right." Vicky walked over to her computer and turned it on. She then produced a folder and stuck it in her desk drawer.

"What's that?"

"Just some evidence that incriminates the CEO of Wall 2 Wall mart."

"So that's what you were getting?"

"Well there were other things I wanted to grab, but when I saw Francis I figured it would be better for us to leave."

"Okay..."

"What? I need to make sure I have the means to take care of any problem I might have. I just need to send an email and... done! Now we can go."

"What was the email?"

"Just some... insurance."

Vicky and Timmy made their way back out of Vicky's room, Vicky flicking the switch and hiding the weapons before she left. They made their way downstairs and out of Vicky's house.

Email...

I know it's short notice, but I need a favor. There might be trouble in the next few days, I'm not certain, but I have a feeling and I'm usually right when it comes to things like this. I'll make sure you're paid well, I think you know what this is about. -V

"I'm tired, let's head back."

"It's only seven!"

"Where does the time go?"

"Ah, fine... I was hoping to go to the mall..."

"For what?"

"Uh not to get you a present?"

"Why would you get me something?" she was ignoring the fact that she had gone to Wall 2 Wall mart for that very reason.

"Isn't that what people in a relationship do sometimes? Get each other gifts?"

"Well yeah sometimes, but you don't have to get me anything..."

"Well I want to."

"Well that's nice of you, but I'm tired, let's go home tonight and we can head out again tomorrow. Not to mention we were in Wall 2 Wall mart for hours, did you not notice?"

It turns out they had been, they left the house in the morning, and when they left the store it was already pretty late.

"What're we going to do then? I'm not tired."

"I'm sure you'll think of something, Timmy. I just want to take a shower and go to bed..."

They drove on in silence until arriving back at the Turner household.

"Vicky is something wrong?"

"No why do you ask?"

"You've been acting kinda strange lately, well mostly just today, you shouldn't be afraid of Francis and the email, an insurance policy? What's going on?"

"I... don't know right now, it's just a feeling I have, kinda like the feeling you get before a storm hits... something just feels off..."

"Well whatever it is, you have me, I'm here for you, so if there's a problem just... tell me okay?"

"Yeah... thanks Timmy."

Vicky went into the house and made her way back up to their shared room, Timmy following close behind. Vicky began grabbing her clothes, a similar sleepwear outfit to one she wore the night before.

"'Kay I'm going to take my shower, last night's offer still stands...?"

"What offer- Oh... that offer, heh, now that's the Vicky I prefer." he said this thinking she was joking again.

Vicky simply stood there, a sly smile on her face. Timmy's face again turned red.

"You uh, you go ahead Vicky, maybe I'll take you up on it once you've healed from your fall..." "And once I get brave enough to accept..." Contrary to what most people might think for a fourteen year-old, Timmy wasn't too keen on the idea of rushing into sex, they hadn't been together for even a week, it could be bad to rush into something so serious so soon, and he obviously wasn't very experienced with the subject, he wasn't oblivious to her flirting or the suggestions she made though.

"Okay Twerp, standing offer, just saying..." in truth she was somewhat relieved he had turned her down, she wasn't particularly knowledgeable about sex either, she had never done it, and though she had not told this fact to Timmy, she did kind of suggest it when they talked about her past relationships, but they had never expressly talked about it. She was glad that he didn't mind her flirting, it was all in good fun, but she was afraid he might one day call her bluff.

"At least I can take solace in the fact that neither one of us will know what the hell we're doing..."

Timmy sat on the couch in his room and grabbed the controller for one of his many consoles, turning it on in the process. Vicky left the room and headed for the bathroom. Timmy waited until he heard the shower turned on until he called for Cosmo and Wanda.

"Cosmo, Wanda, you can come out!"

The two fairies appeared in front of their god child.

"So how are you two lovebirds doing?"

"Alright fine Wanda, you were right, we're together."

"Of course, it makes sense now, why the wishes failed I mean."

"Well now I need some information you guys..."

"What's up, sport?"

"I wish I knew what was really bothering Vicky, not the excuse she gave me."

His fairies raised their wands and thankfully they emitted that familiar glow and sound. Memories and thoughts that weren't his flooded his head, thoughts of Ricky and the pain he had caused Vicky, her anger at what he had done, the person she hired to deal with him, all of it. And now her thoughts that Timmy had caused, what if he did somehow survive? What if he came back somehow? She was afraid that he would hurt her, hurt Timmy, she was more afraid of Ricky than Francis even.

"Alright, that's enough for now..." he felt like he had invaded her privacy by doing this, but she likely wouldn't tell him no matter what, her way of protecting him. "Do you guys know if Ricky is still... alive? I mean, you guys made him with your magic, so...?"

"I'm afraid he is Timmy, we don't know where but he is, I heard what Vicky did to him but apparently the normal ways of snuffing out a life don't apply to him, though I suppose more gruesome and direct ways probably could..."

"So he could be nearby, or he could still be at the bottom of the ocean? And there's no way to know?"

"Afraid not sport..."

"Well that's a comforting thought..."

"Sorry sport... but how are things here, between you and Vicky? Are you... behaving?"

"Wanda, I know what you're suggesting, and besides wouldn't you know if something like that had happened?"

"We're not spying on you at all times Timmy, we know you and your girlfriend like your privacy..."

"No nothing has happened. Except Vicky getting hurt-"

"*gasp* You're an abusive boyfriend?!" she said this in a mocking tone.

"-when she fell off the bed." Timmy deadpanned.

"I know, I know, I'm just messing with you Timmy."

"Yeah a lot of people like to do that apparently..."

"Why don't you just wish her to be healed?" Cosmo chimed in.

"I wasn't... aware that I could wish physical wounds... better? I can though? You guys never told me that!"

"To be fair, you never asked sport."

"So all those times I got hurt or sick... I could've just wished myself better?"

"Yep."

"Awesome... Well then, I wish Vicky's hip was all healed!"

As his godparents raised their wands to grant the wish and there was that familiar glow emanating from them, Timmy's bedroom door suddenly opened and Vicky entered, not bothering to knock, she wore the black shorts again, and this time a midriff bearing green tank-top, he could see the rapidly healing bruise, she was toweling her hair dry and the towel had covered her eyes. Timmy hoped that he could tell his godparents to make themselves scarce before she finished, but unfortunately, luck would not smile on him tonight. She pulled the towel away and looked first at Timmy with a smile, then to the two creatures in the room with a look of he couldn't quite place, disbelief? Fear? Just surprise? Timmy looked to Vicky, then to his fairies, then back to Vicky, a look of fear and shock on his face, turning it white, he wondered for a few fleeting seconds if his hair had turned white as well, and made him look like a ghost.

As unbelievable as it was, Timmy found he could speak, though with some difficulty.

"Well... this is... uh-heh awkward... really, really awkward."

A/N#2: Lucky number thirteen! Well my lucky number, not Timmy's.