Vicky laid in bed with Timmy, she was scrolling absently through her list of contacts, she had been since she discovered that Ricky was back on the list, she didn't know when it had returned, but she hadn't deleted it, she was going to keep it for when she would call him, tell him where they would meet, and have an ending to things.

Timmy had wished himself to be healed, and thought about how great it would have been if Cosmo and Wanda had told him their magic could heal people years ago. Vicky was the one who suggested it, his wheezing was starting to worry her. They hadn't bothered to find out if anything was broken, though it certainly felt like that was the case. His head now laid on her chest, his arms wrapped around her waist.

"So his numbers back in your phone, huh?"

"Yeah, looks like fate wants me to take care of our mutual problem."

"We'll take care of it. I'm going to help, anyway I can. At least it's just him, not any of the enemies I've made over the years, they're all gone, Dark Laser, The Nega Chin, the Pixies... I could go on, but I think you get the point."

"Well that's one advantage, I guess..."

Vicky finally put her phone on the end table and just stared at the bottom of the upper bunk.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, I mean literally nothing. This week has just been... crazy."

"Well it hasn't been all bad, right?"

"No, of course not... it's just... crazy."

"Yeah, that's for sure... Have you decided what you are gonna do? I mean, how it will all go down?"

"No, not yet. Hopefully somewhere without too many people, what's isolated?"

"There are plenty of isolated places in Tibecuador... I've heard of a place called the ghost zone... never been there though, and it's not very secure, from what I've heard."

"You're not really helping..."

"I'm trying to... Maybe... Oh! I know! Jorgen can help!"

"Who?"

"Jorgen von Strangle. Most people and well... things in general are afraid of him."

"Aren't you two not on the best of terms?"

"Well no, but I'm sure he'll help... probably. I helped him with getting married to the tooth fairy, he owes me."

Vicky just looked at Timmy, her face showing disbelief.

"Yes, there really is a tooth fairy, Easter bunny, Santa, all that."

"Y'know what? Just make the wish, my head's gonna explode from all these revelations..."

Timmy got out of bed, he didn't really want Jorgen, or anyone for that matter, seeing him being affectionate with Vicky, PDAs just weren't his thing. Vicky now laid on her stomach, her legs bent at the knees in the air.

"I wish Jorgen was here." Cosmo and Wanda hesitantly raised their wands and granted the wish. There was a large cloud of smoke, which was quickly dispelled by a massive wand.

"Why would you ever wish for me to appear Turner?!"

Jorgen hadn't changed much, same green tank-top, same camo-pants, same steel toed army boots, same lack of wings, same angry demeanor.

"Well, I need your help, why else would I wish you here?"

Jorgen looked around the room and saw Vicky, who looked at him and waved nervously.

"Why did you wish me in front of her?! Now she knows of the existence of fairies!" he pointed his massive WMD of a wand at Vicky.

"Wait!" Timmy jumped in front of Jorgen's wand.

"Move child! You're only delaying the inevitable!"

"Vicky already knows! She and I are sharing Cosmo and Wanda!"

"What?" Jorgen lowered his wand and stared at Timmy. "On whose authority?"

"Well I figured it was your authority, being the most powerful fairy in Fairy World..."

"Err... Yes! Of course! My authority! I... was just testing you! That's it!" Jorgen hadn't authorized anything of that nature, it was more likely someone even higher up than him.

"They never tell me anything anymore..."

"Also..."

"Yes, what is it Turner? There is much that needs to be done, and not nearly enough eternity to do it in."

"Vicky and I are... together..."

"I can see that you're both in the same room together, what of it?"

"No I mean... like, romantically..."

Jorgen looked between the two humans in front of him before bursting into a fit of laughter which continued for several minutes before dying down.

"Oh, Turner, that was good! I haven't laughed like that in a long time! Everyone in existence knows you two are mortal enemies!"

"Well not anymore."

"I'm gonna need some proof..."

"Vicky, tell him."

Vicky finally found her voice. "It's um- It's true."

Jorgen looked at her now, a look on his face suggesting he still wasn't convinced.

"Look pal." Vicky's voice had an edge to it now. "If you're looking for a free show, I suggest you look elsewhere, I don't do public displays of affection."

"Turner, is there actually a reason you called me here or what?" Vicky's denial of proof had caused him to lose interest in that conversation.

"Yes, actually. I need your help, well, we need your help."

"And why would I help you?"

"I've helped you... a few times... well at least once for sure."

"Hmph, I suppose so... What do you need?"

"Do you remember when I made the wish for Vicky to have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, I was actually told about that wish..."

"What?"

Jorgen had revealed too much. "Nothing! But yes, I remember."

"Well apparently he is going to try to kill us."

"Why?"

Timmy recounted the story to Jorgen about Ricky, what he had done to Vicky, and what she had done to him.

"This sounds like karmic justice, Turner..."

"No it isn't! I'm the victim here! So is Vicky! I wished you here so you could help us!"

"Fine. Against my better judgment, I'll help you, but once I do, we're square, understand?"

"Yeah, sure. It's not like I enjoy our interactions, you're kind of a dick."

"You'd better just tell me what you need, when you ask someone for help, you generally don't insult them as well. Now, what do you need me to do?"

"I... uh, don't actually know. What can you do? Wanda said that Vicky needed to stop Ricky herself..."

"Wait! You called him here and you don't even know what to ask him?!" Vicky spoke up.

"Your girlfriend makes a good point, Turner..."

"You're the most powerful fairy in existence! Surely you can do something?!"

"She already knows multiple combat disciplines, she has access to a broad spectrum of weapons, and she's obviously going to hold on to her life with everything she has, she'd be quite a catch for some lucky man." Jorgen rubbed his chin in contemplation.

"Hey, back off. She's mine."

"I'm still here you know..."

"My point is Turner... she really doesn't need my help, she needs someone to support her, believe in her."

"That's why I'm here!" he turned to Vicky. "I do believe in you. But if we fear him, he wins..." Timmy stared at Vicky and she stared back, an unsure expression on her face. "That's why I called on you, the support of someone like you could certainly help... You can't take care of the problem? I just don't want Vicky to get hurt..."

"Then you shouldn't have made the wish, Turner... You can't un-wish this wish. I could end him, certainly, but you need to learn about the consequences of your actions, both of you. That's why I won't do it. However... I'll... make some calls, Turner, when he is weakened enough, call on me again, I know how to make sure he doesn't come back."

"That's the best we're gonna get?"

"It is. And it's more than you deserve for being such a pain in my ass." Jorgen had a grin on his face now.

"Thanks, Jorgen... you're still a dick though."

"Hmph." with that, Jorgen poofed himself away.

"Well... that could have gone... worse."

At the Dimmsdale Police Station...

Officer Arlen Wolfe sat at his desk in the station, looking over files brought to him by one of his fellow officers. There was certainly significant evidence to suggest that Denzel Crocker was up to something, but what?

"How did we not notice this?" he stood up and left the station, not bothering to clear things with the chief of police, the chief wasn't corrupt, not like several of Arlen's fellow officers, but Arlen wasn't patient enough to wait for the go ahead.

He got into his cruiser and headed in the direction of the Turner residence, Crocker was likely to be nearby. After several minutes of driving, he came upon the distinctive white van, a few houses down from the Turner's.

"This guy never gives up..."

He stepped out of the patrol car and strode over to the van's driver side window, knocking on it with his flashlight, and causing it to collapse into the van.

"Right, Vicky broke it..."

"What do you-" Crocker stopped cold when he saw it was a police officer at his window. "Er... hello officer, lovely night isn't it?" He was unsure why the officer was here, he had paid off several officers in the station to look the other way so he could shadow Timmy in peace.

"It's nice enough, Crocker. Step out of the car."

"Officer, is this really necessary?"

"Step. Out. Of. The. Car. I won't ask again."

Crocker got out of the van. "What's the problem, sir?"

"The problem is that you have a mountain of evidence against you suggesting your involvement in several disappearances."

"I've done nothing! Officer, this is a mistake!"

"There's no mistake, I checked everything, and I don't make mistakes."

"Damn it! This was the work of the fairies I tell you! I'm innocent!"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, this guy really was nuts. "And I suppose chasing after the Turner kid and stalking him was to find fairies too?"

"Of course! Yes you understand! It was all to find the fairies! Maybe you can help me? We'd make a pretty good team."

"Oh sure! We could team up! Except... no. And now I have a confession. Put your hands behind your back, you're under arrest."

"I refuse! You tricked me! This isn't fair!"

"Have it your way..." Arlen produced a taser gun from his belt and fired it into Corcker's chest, causing him to drop to the ground in a spasm. He then released the trigger. "You wanna come quietly now?" "Please say no..."

"No! You haven't the right to-"

Arlen pulled the trigger again, sending electric shocks through Crocker's body.

"How about now?"

"N-never..."

"'Kay." again he pulled the trigger, Crocker's eyebrows were beginning to smolder. "Now then?"

"Why do you keep shocking me?! I haven't even attacked you?!"

"You're resisting arrest. Simple as that." he pulled the trigger once more, Crocker's eyebrows were completely burnt off now. "Also... sometimes being bad feels pretty damn good." He pulled the trigger again, only this time, nothing happened.

"Ha... Hahah... Out of battery power?" Crocker still had the audacity to laugh at him.

In response Arlen removed the battery and replaced it with a fresh one from his belt. This time when he pulled the trigger there was a massive jolt that briefly caused Crocker to turn into a glowing skeleton.

Have a change of heart yet?"

"After weighing my options, I think it would be prudent to allow you to escort me to the police station..."

"A wise decision." he electrocuted Crocker one last time, producing a muffled thunderclap, before cuffing him and throwing him into the back of the car. "Oh! You know what? I forgot to tell you what I'm taking you in for! Silly me! Let's see... Conspiracy to commit kidnapping, stalking, harassment, conspiracy to commit murder and... oh yeah, murder."

"What?! I haven't killed anyone!"

"You're father in law has never been found, that scumbag, Ricky? You're the prime suspect in his disappearance, so I'm going to assume you killed him."

"I was just talking to him a few minutes ago! He went out to use the bathroom!"

"You're hallucinating now too? Christ, you really are a basket case..." Arlen Wolfe continued driving back toward the Dimmsdale police station.

"There you go girl, you better stay safe." he hoped that Crocker would be the last of Vicky's problems and she could finally be happy, he didn't notice the twenty year old hidden in the bushes near the van.

"Heh... Well that sucks, see ya later son! Don't go droppin' the soap now!" Ricky cared little for what happened to Crocker, he was just a means to an end. His being arrested was just a small wrinkle in the plan.

"I don't need him, nope, I can do this all myself..." Ricky rubbed his jaw again, it was sore, he reached into his mouth, feeling around where the lost tooth had been, and felt another loose tooth, which then broke off when he touched it. He pulled it out of his mouth and looked at it, it too was bloody, and Ricky felt that fear again.

"Another one?! What the hell?!"

Back at the Turner house...

"So your mind is made up? That's where you want to do this?" Timmy wasn't sure he liked the idea, Vicky had looked on the computer for somewhere close and isolated to deal with Ricky, she had chosen the Dimmsdale cave system, a vast underground length of tunnels under Dimmsdale, the main tourist attraction of which was a massive cavern below downtown Dimmsdale, the ceiling was so high it couldn't be seen.

"Yeah, it's nice and away from people, and no one goes down there since it was closed down after those disappearances."

"Maybe you could just send him down there and whatever got the tourists could get him?"

"No, I have to do it. Besides I want to be sure."

"So you aren't scared?"

"I am still scared, very much so... but Jorgen was right, I'm more afraid of dying, and even more than that of losing you, than I am of him, he won't give up on coming after us, so we have to deal with him, as long as we're together, we can do this."

"You want to call him then?"

"What? Today?"

"Well... yeah, the sooner we finish this, the better."

"I guess you're right..." Vicky took out her phone and looked at the time, it was near to midnight, still her birthday for about another hour. She went to her contacts and scrolled down to Ricky's name, she hesitated for nearly a minute before pressing the call button. The phone didn't even ring, he just answered.

"Hey babe! What's up? Listen, my son in law just got arrested, can you make this quick?"

"It's time, I think."

"Oh? So soon? I figured you would want more time to prepare? Got a deathwish babe?"

"Stop calling me that, and yes I'm ready, the way I see it, one of two things will happen and it's simple, either I die, or you do."

"Whatever bitch, where are we doing this?"

"The Dimmsdale Caverns."

"And where are those? I can't meet you if I don't know the place."

Vicky covered the phone with her hand. "I wish Ricky was in the Dimmsdale Caverns." Cosmo and Wanda raised their wands, which emitted weak sparks, and granted the wish. "There know where they are now?"

"Yeah, I do. This place will make a nice tomb for you." there was a large amount of static from the other end, but Vicky could make out what he said.

"We'll see." she was about to hang up when Ricky spoke up again.

"Don't keep me waiting long babe." and then he hung up.

"... You ready for this Timmy?"

"I don't think either of us has a choice about whether or not we're ready now..."

"Heh... yeah..." Vicky looked down at the floor now, the expression on her face showing the real her, the one she hid behind the facade of anger and hate.

"Maybe you should get dressed first..."

Vicky looked down and realized she still wore her pajamas. "Uh... right." Her face was now red, he hadn't seen her blush in quite a while.

She got dressed with Timmy still in the room, he looked at his computer to give her some privacy. When finished she told him it was safe to look. He turned around, half expecting it to be a trap to embarrass him from looking at her half clothed, but what he saw was Vicky fully clothed, more so than usual in fact, she wore her black jeans, and now a black hoodie, at her hip was the katana he saw in her suitcase, a second one strapped across her back. Her face held a melancholic expression.

"So a sword fight then?"

"Yep. I'm a sucker for these epic final battle situations, and you know I love to be up close and personal."

"Hmm... I have an idea. Why don't you wear armor under that? He won't expect it."

"Doesn't that seem... dishonest?"

Timmy simply deadpanned at Vicky.

"Right, sounds kinda funny coming from me... Fine do it."

"I wish Vicky had armor."

"What kind of armor?" Wanda spoke.

"Like armor for if you fought with a sword? That fits under her clothes."

Wanda granted the wish, and Vicky checked under her sleeve.

"Chainmail?"

"Well it's old school, but it's magic armor, it'll keep you safer than any set of chainmail from the real world."

"Thanks Wanda..."

"You're my godchild now too, I want to do my best to keep you safe."

"Shall we then?"

"Let's go..."

"I wish Vicky and I were in the Dimmsdale Caverns!"

They both blinked and when they opened their eyes, everything was dark.

"Vicky?"

"I'm here." Vicky spoke from his immediate left.

"I'm here too!" this was unmistakeably Ricky, coming from several yards in front of them.

"Great. I sure wish there was some light down here!"

A large orb of light appeared high above them, illuminating the cavern, even then, Timmy couldn't see the ceiling. What he could see were stalactites hanging down from the abyss, some were made of rock, others seemed to be made of pure crystal, the same could be said of the stalagmites rising from the floor. The walls of the cavern weren't visible either, they almost seemed to be on another planet, it was hard to believe all this was just below their feet.

"Wow Vicky, you sure know how to pick 'em."

"I don't know Twerp, all she did was pick a pretty, and creepy, place to die."

"Ricky, no matter how this fight turns out, you aren't leaving this cave." he didn't know where that bold statement had come from, but he felt that he might have to ensure it was true, if Ricky did manage to... kill Vicky, then he would do what was necessary, whatever that might be.

Vicky stayed silent during this exchange, the look of melancholy never leaving her face. She noticed Ricky also had a katana at his hip, just the one though, not an extra like she had on her back. He also wore the same clothing he had when they met earlier, the same clothing he likely wore for the past few years.

"So you brought a sword too?" Vicky finally spoke.

"Yeah babe, I did. Guess great minds think alike."

"Do you know how to use it?" she was mocking him now.

"Let's see... I just hit you with the sharp and pointy ends, right?" he experimentally swung the sword a few times. "Yeah, I think I got this." He didn't actually have any training with weapons, just what he thought he did from movies and TV, Vicky didn't need to know that though.

Vicky on the other hand, did have training, at least to some extent, with several weapons, just as Jorgen had said. She felt slightly better, knowing that Ricky likely wasn't going to be able to keep up.

Now they stood, in a cavern beneath the world, looking each other over, Vicky knew not to make the first move, she had her armor, after all.

"Let him go first, make the first move..."

"Should I say something? You want me to act as the referee? I could yell out 'Fight!' or something..."

The only response that came was dripping from far off in the caverns.

"Well? C'mon babe, let's do this!" he was trying to goad her into making a rash decision, but she didn't budge. He tried again, raising his arms at his sides to leave himself open. "Come on! You scared or something?"

Vicky drew her sword but didn't move, simply shifting it so it was held by both her hands.

"Grr... Fine! I'll come to you!" his voice echoed through the cavern as he walked towards Vicky, tossing the sword confidently between his hands.