(Disclaimer: I don't own Fairly Odd Parents, or the characters, (As if that needed to be said to begin with.) The idea and story is the only thing I own.)

(Vicki's PoV)

Vicki had been surprised when the nurse had told her that another person was in the waiting room after her parents and sister had left. She also wondered why none of them had bothered to tell her that someone else was there. Maybe they thought the person wouldn't visit her, maybe it was a friend of Tootie's, or her parents that had come for support. When she asked what the person looked like, she was even more shocked at the description. It sounded like the Twerp, but it couldn't be... what were the odds that he'd be here, the same night she planned to go and see him? It couldn't be. Then an hour later when the nurse returned, she was shocked to see him turn the corner.

She was nervous, and she could tell he was just as nervous... the only difference was that her hair hid most of her face so it hid a lot of her emotions. But here he was, and was talking to her as if all the mean things she had done to him never existed. She should have known that would happen. Timmy had always been the kind to forgive and forget easily... that was one of the reasons that she liked him.

"Hey Timmy?" Vicki looked down to her blankets, then used one hand to brush the hair back over her face, leaving just the one eye visible as she had grown accustom to.

"Hmm?"

"I uh... do you remember the night you parents came home early and said you didn't need a babysitter anymore?" she started wringing the blanket again, and wouldn't look at him. "I was going to..." but she lost her nerve before she could finish.

"That night..." he seemed to think for a bit before looking at her again, "You were going to tell me something after I came out of my room... what was it?"

"Well..." No way out now... you shouldn't have said anything in the first place... she knew Timmy, and he was the kind that would continue to pester her until she talked. Then again, it would give him a reason to visit more if he wanted to know something that only she had an answer to. She decided that if he was going to visit, she wanted him to choose it on his own, she didn't want him to come because she was withholding something from him. "I wanted to apologize for... you know. Everything I had done and said to you. And I had always planned on telling you... then yesterday I was going to and lost my nerve."

"Oh..." he looked at his lap, and her eyes followed for a moment... then noticed what he was wearing and chuckled, Timmy looked up, and looked like he was wondering if she had been serious. "What?"

"You're in your pajamas." she chuckled again, this was easier than she thought... or maybe it was the pain medication that calmed her enough to be honest and not try to run... well if she could have run anyways.

"Oh... yeah." he seemed to become more focused on what he was talking about, then looked up at her again. "I thought about what you did to me a lot. Well, the only thing I assumed was that something cause you to always be upset, and that even though you didn't want to be upset, you didn't know any other way."

"That's... about right..." When had this he become so smart, she asked herself. She spent a couple minutes thinking, and was able to figure out there might have been a reason she was like that. Though he didn't out and out say... it was because she was an outcast, no boys liked her, and she became mean after being picked on... the main reason she picked on others.

"So... you don't have to worry... I'm not really mad about it anymore." She felt like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders, having him forgive her was something she needed, and she didn't even really know why. After a while the conversation had ran down, and she suggested they watch TV, since there was one hanging on the wall. She flipped though the channel and decided that TV at two am sucked, but she found something that might interest them, when she looked over, Timmy's head was turned towards her his eyes closed. He must have been exhausted, she decided to just turn the TV off and try to sleep herself.

Her Timmy and her family left the next morning, but that afternoon only Timmy returned. He said he had taken the bus over, and had brought a deck of cards. He didn't seem to know why he came back, but she didn't care at least he came. The next day was the same, he arrived early that morning again, and stayed until the nurse told him he had to leave, for the third time. The third day he arrived, and hid under the bed when the nurse came looking, she looked confused to find Vicki in the room alone, but didn't think much of it. Night shift at the hospital here was boring, and she wasn't one of the patients that needed to be checked on often.

Timmy had expressed that he was shocked her family hadn't come by in the past three days, she on the other hand wasn't too surprised. They tolerated her, but didn't like her. They cared if she was alright... but since they knew she would be alright... they didn't have a need to come. Maybe Tootie wanted to, she did seem concerned and sorry about what happened... she never did find out what Tootie wanted that night. Maybe Tootie thought it was too trivial to bring up again. But her parents, she had burned that bridge long ago, and she guessed that it was stay that way.

"You can come out now, she'd gone." Vicki waited until she saw him crawl out from under the bed. "So, you planing on sleeping in that chair tonight?" He'd have to, or in the waiting room... because she was sure the buses wouldn't be running anymore tonight... actually if she remembered right, the last bus would be leaving in about twenty minutes or so.

"Yeah I guess." he dusted himself off, then moved the chair closer to the bed, before getting into it. "You're going home tomorrow right? Won't it be hard to get up and down the stairs?"

"I guess." It would be hard, there wasn't a bedroom on the first floor of the house, so she'd have to go up and down the stairs on her own... she hadn't thought about that before... and now that she thought about it, she was dreading going home. "It's going to suck."

"Maybe..." Timmy looked like he was debating hard about something in his mind... she wasn't sure what. But in the past three days, she'd learned that it was either something really insane, or something fairly bright... she never knew which until he said it though. He might have changed, and she saw it. He wasn't as happy, or upbeat like he used to be. Looked like something had been drained from him, though she didn't know what. "Well there is a bedroom on the first floor for guests at my house..."

She didn't know who was more shocked, him or her. He looked very shocked the words came out of his mouth, and she was shocked that he'd even mention it... but again his was the compassionate one... or he was before she had left. Tootie had said that most of his compassion for others vanished after she left. Which raised another question... Tootie always said that Timmy her, and his friends hung out all the time... why was he here, and not with them. Not that she was complaining she was glad for the company. She looked over at Timmy, who was just staring back at her... Why was he... oh yeah, she was supposed to answer. "Well..."

"It's only a suggestion, plus I'd help you out." There was something about the way he said 'I'd', but she couldn't figure it out, because she was supposed to be giving an answer. It wasn't like she had to ask anyone, she was eighteen now. And she was sure her parents would find it appealing to not have to help her all the time.

"Yeah... we could try that out for a bit..." Only thing going through her mind was this was going to be a weird experience. He looked relieved.

"So, we'll get your mom and dad to bring you over to my house, and you can make a list of things you need from your place, and I can run over after it. Plus instead of the crutches they'll give you, I think there is still the wheelchair, my mom used in the garage when she broke her leg." As fair as he was concerned, it was done and done.

After he had fallen asleep, she pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and started making a list. Her bathroom items, luckily she didn't have to mention anything personal, since she put everything in a little basket that closed, she could just tell him to get that. Her music player and laptop. It seemed trivial but she wanted her pillow and blanket. She wrote down item after item until she couldn't think of anything else. Except her stuffed bear... no that's embarrassing, she was eighteen she didn't need her stuffed bear. When the list was done, she tucked it into a book she had been reading. She laid her head back and closed her eyes, falling asleep wondering what the next few weeks would bring.

(Timmy's PoV)

Vicki's parents hadn't argued much when he suggested she stay at his house... the part that really made them agree was that he had a guest room on the first floor which would make it easier for Vicki to do things on her own without having to strain herself, and risk falling down stairs again.

Once at his house, he ran to the garage and found the wheelchair. He used a cloth to get all the dust off it, and pushed it back out. He didn't point out that he was the only one that helped Vicki into the wheelchair, and Vicki didn't seem to care on way or another. Though he really wanted to say something... maybe he would after he had gotten her things. If he said something now, he might not be allowed entrance to their house to get what was needed, and wanted.

He situated her inside, and told her he would be back as soon as he got what was on her list... that if there was anything he couldn't identify, he'd ask Tootie. He had assumed some personal feminine items would be on the list, but luckily there wasn't. He did however ask Tootie to get Vicki's clothing for him... mainly he didn't want to go through her underwear drawer... Vicki seemed like she was nicer... much nicer... in fact almost like she was a completely different person, but he didn't want her teasing him or calling him a pervert.

"You sure about this Timmy?" Tootie asked while she was busy putting clothes that Vicki could wear while in a leg cast... something Timmy would have forgotten about. He would have grabbed pants since that was normally what the redheaded teen wore. But he didn't think about not being able to wear them because of the cast on her leg, so he would have looked over the shorts, and dresses and skirts... dresses and skirts? He didn't take Vicki for the type to wear those... she had changed in the last two years.

"Yeah... I mean, you were right she does seem to be different than before... and it would be easier on her." he shrugged not really wanting to say what he thought about how they treated her, no matter what she had been like. Vicki was their family.

"Well... see ya." Tootie said before darting off to her own room.

He looked over the list for a third time satisfied he had gotten everything, he took a last look at his room, wondering if he'd spot anything that she had missed, or forgotten. He noticed something, it was worn out as if it had been used a lot, he grabbed it anyways and carried it and everything else with him. Half way to his house, he was glad that their houses were not very far from each other. And he didn't like being weighted down in this heat, but he continued on until he went into the cool house, closing the door with his foot.

He went to work putting the things in her room, the clothing where she could reach it, and put them away, without him having to look through himself. Changed the blankets and the pillows so she could have hers. Put everything else in easy reach for her if she needed it, then put the last item he grabbed on the bed.

(Vicki's PoV)

Vicki was surprised when Timmy called his parents to let them know about her staying that they were alright with the idea... then again like her own parents, accessibility seemed to be the easiest thing to sell... and the fact that she wasn't a stranger and had been in the house many times before. This was just one of the things that she had come to know from the boy she had tormented and called Twerp. Once again sticking his neck out for her... when in reality she didn't deserve it. That didn't seem to matter to the boy, not one bit. She was shown the bathroom downstairs, he had been in it before, though in the last two years it had been remodeled, and luckily so the bathtub was now a large garden tub, she'd be able to bathe without getting her cast wet.

Timmy had spent and hour moving things in the refrigerator to make it easier for her to get things she would use without trouble. And even took out plates, bowls cups from the higher cabinets if she needed them and he wasn't downstairs. She thought that it might be a bit much... but then she remembered that he might have had to do all that for his mother once, so he was doing it just in case. Still it was sweet.

When Timmy started cooking dinner that night, she helped the best she could... though she'd never really cooked anything before, so it was more handing him what he needed. Sometimes handing him something he didn't need, he didn't laugh at her like her sister had done once before. But she did pay attention, and while she doubted she could recreate it on her own, she at least learned something. He brought the food to the table, and they both started eating.

"You know..." Timmy looked over at her, still looked like he was torn between two thoughts, no doubt they were about her. "I haven't eaten at the table... well since you stopped babysitting. Mom and dad are always gone who knows where, and with just me I don't normally cook anything."

"I didn't know." At least when she babysat and was cruel to him, she had at least spent time with him. She had assumed after she left his life would have gotten better... but it seemed that him being lonely might have been worse than her picking on him... did Tootie and their friends realize that? "Well... I haven't really eaten with anyone since I babysat. I... well I just don't eat with my family."

"Oh," Seems that they had a lot more in common than either of them thought. Well at least while she was here, she'd try to do this family stuff... she could put forth a effort if she knew the other person would appreciate it. Since he was the one that invited her here, he had taken the first step at a friendship, it's only fair she take the next step. "Well, maybe we can do this more often... you know since I'm here."

He smiled and said he liked the idea, and oddly enough she liked it as well. It was odd, he was four years younger than her, but she felt that he understood her better any anyone her own age... better than her family. More guilt was dropped upon her shoulders for what she had done in the past. She bottled up the emotion and stuffed it away. It didn't need to ruin any of this. She wasn't that kinda of person anymore.

After Timmy had cleared the table and cleaned up, it was agreed that both of them were still too tired to do anything else for that night. Timmy had decided that he'd stay downstairs for the first couple of nights, in case she needed anything. She had told him to go to his room, and he just shrugged saying it wouldn't be the first time he had slept on the couch... that he did it often enough. She decided she'd argue with him tomorrow, since she was too tired to do it now.

She wheeled into her room, and changed into her sleep clothing... rather, she took off the shorts she was wearing... slowly, then her shirt and bra... she picked through her suitcase until she found the long t-shirt that she liked for bed, and pulled it over her head. She moved over to the bed, she looked up to grab the comforter and pull it down, when she saw what sat right at her pillows. The list was on the desk and she looked over it twice... it wasn't there... she said she wasn't going to put it on the list. But there it was, the stuffed bear she slept with each night, since she was nine, even if her younger self would deny it. It took a couple attempts, and almost having to ask Timmy for help but she managed to get into be and under the comforter without help. She grabbed her bear and turned on her side, silently thanking Timmy and drifted off to sleep.