A/N: This might be an entire Vicki chapter, I don't know yet. I just felt like doing Vicki, either that or a long chapter with a main Vicki Point of View. Another thing, to the person that said it's spelled Vicky. Use the filters here, in FoP fan-fiction. The drop down menu says Vicki. While the show might saw her name is spelled with a y, and I spell it with an I. I'm doing it how I want to, don't like it, simply don't read it.

(Vicki's PoV)

Several days had passed since the first night her and Timmy had talked, and each night that followed was about the same. Neither of them being able to sleep, and talking with each other until well after midnight. Timmy's parents had returned a couple days ago, and left soon after. With his dad's promotion he was sent all over, something to do with being a regional manager or something. It required him to travel for work. Of course his parents had always been the kind to take full advantage of things like vacations. So it was no wonder that they didn't stay long. And she honestly wondered how often she would actually see them during her stay.

Timmy on the other hand didn't seem to care one way or the other. Maybe he was just used to being alone. She hadn't really looked over here that much, but now that she thought about it. She couldn't even recall seeing his parents car there in the longest time. Timmy might have had another reason for asking her to stay... of course she didn't doubt that he asked so she could get around easier. That and he had helped her many times without complaint, but maybe he was lonely. Which knowing that only made her feel more guilty, she had watched him when his parents ignored him, and she had basicly treated him like dirt. The worst part was, even though he had forgiven her... she couldn't forgive herself.

Maybe everyone would be better off if I wasn't even around, she thought to herself, not for the first time. She actually didn't even want to exist. Her family barely tolerated her. Only Tootie had visited, and that was just twice and Vicki was sure that the main reason was to come and see Timmy and not her. She didn't have a boyfriend, nor did she have friends. And at the moment, she was being a burden on the one person that actually saw her as a person... despite how she had treated him.

She just wanted to be loved, someone to love her, maybe that was just too much to ask for. Her family didn't care, no one really did. Timmy was just being nice, because that was what Timmy did, who he was. Over the past few days she had started seeing Timmy in a different light. He was caring, and treated her like a human and oddly she started thinking that in a way... he was kind of cute but he could never return those feelings, why would he? She wasn't the nicest of people even now, no she didn't yell or degrade him but she hardly talked. She kept herself closed off from everyone, including him.

She glanced over at her bottle of pain pills. It wasn't the first time that she had contemplated downing the entire bottle and just going to sleep, never to wake up again. She had thought about it even before the accident, even before school had ended. It would be better right? No one cared about her, and the one person that she might start having feelings for would never return them, could never return them. To make matters worse, what kind of person falls in live with the kid they babysat? That's kind of freakish. Something was wrong with her, maybe she didn't deserve to continue living.

She picked up the bottle and stared at them, she didn't know when she had started crying, only that her cheeks were soaked. She hadn't even noticed she was sobbing until now. She opened the bottle and looked at the pills that would grant her peace, slumber, and ending. It's amazing such tiny pills could do all that. Things that, together, wasn't even the size of her palm could end it all.

What would Timmy say when he came home? What would he think when he came in to see if she needed something and she was gone? Maybe he wouldn't care, and would be better off without her around, all she really had done was torment him, and now he felt obligated to help her... it would be better.

She stared at the bottle again, planning was one thing, now trying to get up the nerve was another. She looked around the house until she found what she was looking for, in the den. She knew that Timmy's parents had parties on occasion, so it had only been a matter of looking for the right cabinet. Inside held several different bottles, some of which she had heard about, only two that she had actually tried before. That night she felt like she could do anything, and might would have, if the party she had attended hadn't turned for the worse. Showing up uninvited to a high school party, usually resulted in being thrown out but no one was really brave enough to toss out Vicki, so they just talked behind her back, made fun of her not knowing that should could hear them. Great, more memories she had tried to forget about.

She took the bottle and returned to her room. She opened the bottle, the smell she remembered clearly. It wasn't a pleasant smell by a long shot. Before she had drank it despite it's smell, to fit in. Now she wasn't doing it for anyone but herself. To gather nerves to be able to just go to sleep once and for all. The first time she took a drink from the bottle, she about gagged, as the foul warm liquid burned down her throat, another memory of rejection followed. Each drink after held the same result, nausea and sadness. At least it would be over soon, she thought as she tried moving from the wheelchair to the bed, which only resulted in her landing on her bottom next to the bed. Didn't matter anymore, bed floor... a couple hours form now she wouldn't know the difference.

With the bottle almost empty, so was she. She couldn't think of any other bad memory, bad feeling, bad experience. Even though she couldn't find anymore the ones that she had remembered... they continued to eat at her. Why couldn't she just go back to being the mean person that no one really liked? The one that didn't care what you thought about her, at least then she wouldn't care about being ignored, being hated and left out. She wouldn't care if anyone cared about her or not.

Again she looked at the bottle of pills, and didn't really care what would happen now. Actually she couldn't even think, when she tried her mind just wandered in a different direction, but she did know one thing. She still didn't want to live, she was tired of being alone. She opened the bottle of pills and lifted it to her mouth. The bottle flew out of her hand her gaze followed it as it hit the wall on the other side of the room. She just watched the bottle roll across the floor a little in confusion as it stopped just sitting on the floor. The only thing that brought her eyes away from the bottle was the face that her hand stung. She turned her attention to the hand that was still in the air, now empty.

Just beyond her hand she could make out someone looking at her, if she could just get her eyes to focus... It looked like Timmy, but why was he so angry? He was saying something, she could tell that, actually he was yelling, but she couldn't focus on the words long enough for them to hold any meaning, and just stared at him. Then she finally realized what had happened, he knocked the pill bottle out of her hand, and that her hand still stung.

"...Ow... the hell is your problem..." Her voice was more than slurred, and she really couldn't focus on him too well. He responded, but she couldn't make it out. She wasn't sure if she couldn't focus on his words, or if he had just spoken too low for her to hear him. She smacked his hand away when he reached down to help her up. "I don't need your help."

"Fine! Sleep there then!" She heard him this time, and watched him move over and pick up every pill that had spilled on the floor, put them back into their bottle and head towards the door, he turned back to her. For some reason the anger for him knocking the pills out of her hand had vanished, and she started feeling bad about what she said to him. Him glaring at her before he walked out of the room only made the feeling worse. Even though she felt bad, she was still angry.

"Fine!" She shouted back, struggling to pull her shoe off intending to throw it. The results... falling over on her side and just laying there. The sudden movement made her stomach flip, which made her afraid to move again, so she just laid there.

(Timmy's PoV)

Timmy set the bottle on the kitchen counter much harder than he wanted. He actually couldn't really register what had about happened. Was it just an accident and he over reacted... or had she really bee trying to kill herself? He tried calling his parents to see if they had any advice, when no one answered, he figured that given what he knew about his parents it wasn't like they'd really know what to do in the situation. He thought about calling Tootie... then thought against it because who knows what would happen. Well it isn't like they can come and make her go to some hospital... Vicki was eighteen. There was always Chester and A.J... but then again what would they know about this. He'd know them most of his life, so he knew they didn't have any experience with this kind of situation.

He knew Vicki had been drinking he could smell it, though he wasn't sure where she had gotten it from, but was almost fairly sure it came from a stash of his parents. He held his head for a moment cursing his parents. But he couldn't blame them, they knew he wouldn't touch it, so why should they lock it up... it isn't like they planned on someone staying there long term... No he couldn't blame them. He didn't know why he had to blame anyone... didn't know why he was angry. Well he knew why he was angry... but he didn't understand why he was. It seemed so complicated. He had to do something.

He took one pill out from the bottle and started back to Vicki's room. Once there he found Vicki just laying on the floor. She looked up at him, there wasn't much fight left in her at the moment. He set the pill on the dresser and went to help her up. She started protesting weakly, which he ignored and wished he hadn't. No sooner had he sat her up, she threw up. She looked up at him almost apologetic look.

"That's just perfect," he muttered as he sat her up against the bed, and went to get something to clean her and the floor up with. Once back with a towel and a couple wet wash cloths, he started wiping her face and mouth. Then cleaned up the floor, he left long enough to throw the soiled towel and cloths in the washer. Then returned, "How are you feeling?"

"Much better," her voice was slurred, and her eyes were unfocused still. Obviously still drunk, but feeling better after throwing up.

"Can you change your shirt on your own?" he sighed as she struggled to pull the shirt off with no success. This was just perfect, he couldn't call Tootie because even if she couldn't 'do' anything about the alcohol, or the pills. He didn't know how she would react to the situation. The last thing he wanted to do was cause more tension between the two. "Are you at least wearing anything under your shirt?"

He sighed when she just shrugged, a look of confusion on her face. See this was why he never wanted to drink, it made you stupid enough that you couldn't even remember what you put on, or what you didn't. Once he found another long shirt, he pulled the other one up and over her head. Lucky for him, she had remember underwear. Then he put the clean one on her.

He helped her up so she sat on the edge. She wobbled a bit, but she was mostly steady for now. He grabbed her other shirt and tossed it in the washer and started it. He went back to Vicki's room where she now laid on her side on the bed. Sitting up must have been making her feel nauseated again. When he walked around to the other side of the bed her eyes were still opened, but more focused.

"You... um... hungry?" She shook her head slightly, and he got the same response when he asked if she was nauseous. He sat on the bed sideways and looked down at her, her eyes moved toward him, but her hair was covering her face again, so like the other times he could only see one eye. "Vicki, whats... I mean... why?"

She just shrugged, he sat there for a while. He had hoped that she would say something, but when her eyes closed he figured that whatever was wrong he wasn't going to get her to talk about it tonight. He sat there for a a while watching her, the finally gave up waiting. He moved around and situated her in bed better before pulling the blanket up around her, then finally brushed her hair out of her face, because for some reason, it bothered him, then left. He made him something easy for diner, he showered then went back to check on Vicki before going to the couch for the night.

Still in about the same position he had left her in, he decided to go to sleep. He started out the door, when he heard him call his name. It was faint and low, but he had managed to hear it. He walked over to her, she turned her head to either look at him, or to see if he had come back.

"Want a pain pill?" She shook her head, maybe the alcohol was dulling the pain for her right now. He wasn't sure. "Something to eat?" Same response. "Something to drink."

"No... well, yeah actually." Timmy left again and returned with a glass of tea. He didn't blame her, he'd want something to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth if it were him. Once she finished part of it he put her glass on the nightstand.

"Want to talk about what happened?" Timmy sat on the edge of the bed.

"Not really." She looked several places, then her eyes finally rested on him. For some reason he was happy that her hair wasn't covering her face this time. "What... ah... what do you think about me, Timmy?"

"Well..." He wasn't entirely sure how he should answer that... mainly because he wasn't sure what she was asking. The question on the surface seemed simple enough... but there were so many meanings under the question, so he just answered it best he could. "Well I think that... you have gotten a lot nicer. We have more in common than I once thought... and I think you're sad."

"Oh..." Most of it wasn't hard to figure out, he had caught her trying to commit suicide... or at least that's what he thought was going to happen, so her being sad was really just a guess. "Is that all?"

"Oh... um." Is it all? What else could he say? That she was beautiful, and as much as he liked her hair, he didn't like it in her face. Where did that come from, he asked himself. He couldn't say that... not within arms reach of Vicki that is. "You... uh... well, you don't really talk much, so I'm still... you know, trying to get the know this new you."

"I guess." she nodded, though she didn't look all to happy with his answer.

"I'm going to go to the couch now... If you need me, just call..." she interrupted him.

"Could you stay him here," her face turned almost as red as her hair, before she quickly added, "until I fall asleep."

"Oh... sure." It wasn't that big of a request. Whatever had made her upset, obviously she didn't want to be alone. So he agreed, plus for some odd reason, he really didn't want to leave. She laid down, though she kept watching him. It was kinda unnerving. The old Vicki, when she watched you, you'd have to be on guard. This one... no this one was different. He couldn't tell what she was thinking and that was scary.

She seemed to be fighting sleep, as an hour went by. Each time her eyes would close for a second, they'd open back wide for a few seconds before they would start to flutter again. He laid back on the bed next to her, though still with enough distance between them. Soon he stopped watching to see if Vicki was awake or not. He pulled the blanket up around him and closed his eyes. The couch was comfortable, but he'd almost forgotten how nice it was to lay in a bed. He turned over looking at Vicki, who was now sound asleep. He thought about getting up and going to the couch, but the bed was just too soft and comfortable to move. Plus it had just gotten warm enough to make him sleepy. She closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The next morning Timmy woke up feeling very refreshed, he went to stretch his arms over his head, and found that one of them was trapped. When he opened his eyes, he found himself and Vicki, wrapped around each other. His heart started beating faster, and wasn't sure why... well no that wasn't quite right. He knew why... he was confused about why. He enjoyed the way her body and his fit together. Enjoyed the feel of her body rising and falling under his arm as she breathed. He felt safe... but he also thought, if Vicki woke up and found them like this, she'd kill him... if he was lucky she'd kill him anyways.

Slowly, very slowly he managed to get his left arm from under her neck without waking her. She shifted a bit when he 'unhooked' her uncasted leg from around his, but didn't wake. Once he 'freed' himself, he slowly and quietly made his way out. Once out, he closed the door and breathed out a sigh of relief as he made his way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

(Vicki's PoV)

Vicki had awoken before Timmy had, and had felt about the same way. She felt ashamed for thinking about Timmy like she had. About how warm he was, how nice it felt to actually hold and be held by someone, and not just hug a pillow. He even smelt good, but instead of getting out of the situation, she moved closer and went back to sleep.

Now she was awake again, she woke up soon after hearing the bedroom door close. She managed to get into the wheelchair, and gather clothes and bathe before Timmy finished cooking breakfast. Which was no small feat, he was pretty quick in the kitchen. She wondered while drying herself off, if he had recently learned how to cook, or if he had known before and she never bothered to pay attention. She grudgingly put on the skirt that she had taken out. She had been refusing to let Timmy wash her clothes, insisting that should could do it herself. Though she hadn't actually done it yet, leaving her with this or nothing. She'd wash them after breakfast, normally Timmy would go out after breakfast.

"Uh... Morning." Vicki said as she wheeled into the kitchen.

"Oh... uh... g-good morning Vicki." his eyes would quite meet hers. But he brought the plates to the table. Breakfast went by slowly and mostly quietly. She decided she was going to change that, "So you meeting your friends again today?"

"Well yesterday I had planned on, well seeing if you wanted to get out of the house. You haven't... you know... went outside since you got here." He said, it was actually the most that she had heard from him in a few days at one time.

"I go outside... in the back yard sometimes." she said finishing her breakfast. But it would be nice to get out of the house, and go and do something. Even before the accident, she hadn't gone many places, she just stayed in her room. "But... I would like to go somewhere... but with the wheelchair..."

"Well... I was thinking about taking my dad's car... see I have my learners permit... and you have a licence, so I'd be able to drive with you in the car." Well that would be much better than trying to take the bus with a wheelchair.

"Well I guess that would work." she said as she helped take the plates to the sink. She couldn't reach the sink to wash them, she kinda felt bad about it, "Say... after last night, I didn't want to bring it up... but could I have one of my pills now?"

"I'll get it." he had stiffened up when she mentioned the pills, she expected him to hesitate. Once he handed it to her, she took it noticing that he didn't give her the bottle, she wasn't really expecting him too. Instead he put the bottle in his pocket. "So... do you need... do you even have a purse?"

"No, I don't." She never needed a purse, but she did have a long wallet that she used to hold her licence, and other things. She hardly ever brought it with her anywhere unless she had money. Since the babysitting had dried up, she didn't have much of that anymore. "But I'll get my wallet."

Once he helped her into his dads car. She was expecting the sports car that he used to have, this one was a newer looking sedan. Still it looked nice, she wished she had one like it. Then again her car was at her parents house... and it was anything but new. Actually she was glad to be riding in this one, because she really didn't know how much longer hers would keep going. He folded the wheelchair in the back seat and got in. He must still be a little new at this, she noted as he checked all the mirrors, twice before starting the engine.

It didn't take long to get to the mall, and she was actually surprised at how well Timmy drove. Then again, except for these past few days, she still remembered him being thirteen almost fourteen, so it was no wonder that she didn't think of him as a driver. Once he had gotten the chair, and helped her into it. There was a mild argument about him pushing her, in the end she lost and let him push the wheelchair. Though he brought up a good point. She was used to moving around the house, going through the mall would be a lot more strenuous.

Though after a while it became fun with him pushing. She'd point a direction, and he'd turn. It was kinda like driving, only every now and again she'd say she wanted to go into somewhere and point, and he would purposely, turn in the wrong direction. Once he returned and went where he was supposed to go, they would laugh about it. Honestly it was the most fun she'd had in... well since she could remember. She'd never gone to the mall and hung out with someone, well she'd gone with Tootie, but that was just so she'd have a ride...

In a few stores they went different ways. A couple of times she'd found something she wanted, and knew she didn't have any money to buy it with so she'd put it back down. Then go to find Timmy, even if she couldn't buy anything this was still the most fun she'd ever had, so that was at least something right? However Timmy was the one that usually found her. All in all, today was going to be a pretty good one... and she almost missed it.