A/N: Below is the 7th chapter, that may or may not be set in stone. I'm not entirely sure I like how I did this. So I will leave it up to you readers if I should redo it. Comment, or PM me letting me know if there is something in here that doesn't fit. I wrote this in a couple hours, in the middle of the night, so I'm not sure that it's right... So I'm asking you to tell me if it flows or not. I thank you, if it flows, I will start the next part in a few days, if not. I will be looking over and editing this one. Thank you for your time, and for taking the time to read my fictions, As before... I shouldn't have to say it again, but I don't own Fairly Odd Parents, that should be a given.

(Vicki's PoV)

She woke up alone which surprised her, because she hadn't went to bed that way. Not that anything had happened beyond a few more kisses. Timmy had actually been against the idea of him staying in the room with her, more so about sharing the bed again. But with everything that happened, she couldn't sleep alone... She knew that he wasn't rejecting her, but she couldn't help but feel his protests were just that.

More than any of that, she couldn't help but think that... there was still some angle. Boys didn't act like this around her. She could chalk being nice, and helpful and caring to her injuries, and Timmy just being his normal good self. That was easy enough to figure out, but kissing her... she knew boys didn't do that to her. None of them would even try to get close to her... though in their defense, she hadn't actually, you know, make it easy for them. Maybe after so many years, they finally decided to give up when she decided that she finally wanted something out of life, that wasn't about money. Now that she figured it out, where were the boys that had once liked her?

Gone. Just like everyone. When she didn't have something they wanted they were no where to be found, but when she had something they wanted. They'd be there, and she wouldn't take it too well. That brought her mind back to Timmy... she had thought before that Timmy had wanted something from her. She constantly argued with herself insider her own head, back and forth.

'Timmy is too kind to do that to you...' She would think, then another side would say, 'He just wants to use you.'

'Use me for what? He has more than I could ever hope to have.' she thought, trying to prove that Timmy wasn't just using her. 'He wants to use you! Isn't it obvious, mostly after that kiss... the way his hands wandered.'

She didn't want to believe it... but it made sense. Timmy had never showed interest in her before, until he grabbed her breast in the shower. Then when she made the mistake of crying in front of him... he tried to take advantage of her, while she was vulnerable... and it almost worked. That little pervert, that explained why he had left the room before she woke up... both times. He didn't want to hold her, and cuddle her. He just wanted to be close to her body for his own perverted fantasies.

She quickly changed out of her night clothes, as quickly as she could with a cast on anyways. And went to go set things straight with Timmy, a new found passion burning inside her. Something she hadn't felt in a while. However her temper got the best of her as she rammed into the door frame a couple times before she managed to get through it. Then on to find Timmy, he had to be somewhere in the house.

She found him in the kitchen sitting at the table eating breakfast, he noticed her when she first came in. At first he smiled, then it faded fast. She wasn't sure what was going through his mind, or what her face looked like, but there was fear now. Fear that she hadn't seen in him in a long while.

"I-I made breakfast..." he started, and stopped when she glared at him, and at the breakfast he had made. She sneered, even though she didn't completely want to... but she was sure he had used her.

"Why would I want anything you made." Vicki pushed past the table in order to find something else... the breakfast looked good, but she wasn't going to play into his hands.

"It never bothered you before," he said, his voice was timid, but firm.

"Look I said I don't want it, you got that twerp?" She had turned mid sentence to snap at him, and watched as he flinched at the old insult she flung at him. Inside, she laughed and sobbed at the same time. Part of her enjoyed the look of pain on his face, and the other half couldn't believe what she had said, after everything he'd done for her.

"Fine." his voice was low but firm, and she saw something else in his eyes that she'd never seen before. Broken trust? Betrayal? Broken heart? Hatred... It was hatred she saw as he stood up from the table and looked at her. His body almost shook with anger as he stared at her. Then he spoke again, his voice no longer low. "Fine, fix your own breakfast."

He picked up the plate he'd made for her, tossing the food, plate, and utensils in the trashcan. His unfinished breakfast, plate and utensils followed suit. She didn't even know if he was aware of what he was doing fully. Though she couldn't figure out if she was happy she got this reaction out of him, over just one word... and how much she could torment him with more. Or if she was afraid of what she could do with so little words. But that voice in her mind was back, 'They want to continue to see you as a monster... then be a monster and show them... show him.

"You think that bothers me? I told you I didn't want your crappy food anyways." another ping of excitement and guilt. Then fear as he snatched up the bottle of pain pills, then pulled the other pills from the cabinets. Any kind of pain reliever in the house went into his pockets before he just looked at her.

"I'm going to find other plans, with people that aren't fake." His voice quivered, the steel in his spin weakening as he just looked at her, then his voice took on an emotionless tone, "It was a good show pretending to be human for a couple weeks."

The front door slammed shut, and he was gone.

She sat there and just stared after him. Now that he was gone, the negative feelings she'd had against him were mostly gone, leaving her wondering what she had just done. The throbbing in her leg would be punishment until he returned with her pills. Somewhere inside she knew she deserved the pain she'd feel until he came back... and more. What she didn't know, is if when he returned, if he would even give her one of her pain pills. She decided to skip breakfast, go back to the room, laid back down and cried.

(Timmy's PoV)

Timmy sat in the usual spot in the food court in the mall... and had been there for a couple hours after having left the house. He was still trying to figure out what the hell happened. Had all that nice innocent... well Vicki was anything but innocent. But that sweet semi caring person, had it all been an act? Or had he done something to make her snap back, showing some of what she used to be like.

"Bitch." he muttered, then felt someone flick his nose. He looked over looking at Tootie, who had been glaring at him, obviously because of what he had said, then the glare stopped when she continued to look at him, obviously now wondering what had enraged the good natured, quiet boy. "Don't."

"What happened?" She asked she seemed almost afraid of what he might say.

"Vicki happened."

"What did she do?"

"Well," he started explaining about the past few weeks, and how they had become more friendly. He glossed over the sentimental moment, didn't mention the suicide attempt, then got to the part this morning when everything got turned upside down, and how he'd been sitting here for two hours, not really sure what else to do. "So there you have it. I thought she'd changed, and now... now I don't even know.

"Is that all that happened?" Tootie wasn't belittling what had happened, but he was sure she was thinking something more happened between him and her sister. Did she suspect that they kissed, that he might have been developing feelings for the red headed teen? If it was just Vicki, being her old self... it wouldn't have really bothered him, would it have?

He nodded, even though he knew it was a lie, and then went to explore the mall with Tootie. Admittedly it wasn't as much fun as it had been with Vicki. He wasn't sure why, up until Vicki had come to stay with him, he had started to like Tootie, in more than just a friend way. He hadn't said anything, because she had seemed to be over him. He should be happy to be here with her, but instead his mind kept going to Vicki. Trying to figure out what he had done to make her angry... but other than the kissing, which she indulged herself in as much as he had. And the groping to which she was the more eager in that department... he couldn't think of anything he'd done.

Somewhere along the middle of their trip A.J., and Chester arrived, and Tootie caught them up on Timmy's mood. She tried to be quiet about it, and he didn't think Tootie knew that he could hear her, but he pretended not to hear. He didn't want to start an argument, not when his temper was so close to the surface.

The day ended like so many other days before Vicki had come... long before Vicki had come actually. He hadn't hung out with them this long without some kind of argument breaking out between them. It was actually nice, they made it through lunch with conversations about what had been going on in the past couple weeks, movies they had seen, and then Timmy changed to topic, he didn't want to talk about movies. That only made him think about last night.

Then it ended when Chester and A.J., had to go, leaving him and Tootie to walk home together. Which was only natural, since they both didn't want to explore the mall anymore, and they lived just houses away from each other. At one point he would have killed for a moment like this, to be alone with Tootie. Away from their other friends, so that he could find out if she still had any feelings for him.

"Hey Toot..." he started but was interrupted by her kissing him. It was sudden, and answered his question about if she still had feelings... too bad he didn't want to know the answer anymore. He just stood there, he didn't pull back and he didn't return the kiss either... it was sudden and shocking, it should have been enjoyable, but it didn't compare to the one last night... When the kiss finally broke, she just looked at him. "What... why did you do that for?"

"Well..." her hands made their way to the bottom of her skirt, where she just played with the fabric some, as she looked down at the ground... then she looked back up, "I just thought, now that we were older... and you're obviously not into Trixie... maybe you'd be interested in maybe..."

"I don't know what I'm interested in, anymore." he said as he just looked past her, and it was true. One hand he had the chance to be with Tootie, a girl that would do anything to please him... what teenaged boy wouldn't want that scenario? Then on the other hand, he might still have feelings for the she-demon back at his house. Kind and sweet, or feisty and spicy... Something just had to be wrong with Vicki this morning was all. When he went home she'd still be moody, it might take a while before she calmed down... It could just be... female... issues. Though he couldn't come out and just ask... then she might really kill him.

"Timmy... were you listening." He knew better than to say yes, when he hadn't been

"Look I'm just going to head home... I'm sorry... Tootie, I really am... but I just can't think right now." Timmy continued on his way, Tootie didn't protest, though she did continue walking with him, because of course this was her way home... and when they reached her house first, she told him if he ever needed her, to call and she'd be there. He didn't doubt that...

He expected to be yelled at the moment he entered the house, but he wasn't. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a drink, he noticed that what Vicki had started taking out for her breakfast was still out, and hadn't been used. Only the milk was perishable, and he decided it would be safer to pour it out, then to taste it... it smelt funny so down the drain it went. It was odd that she never finished making something to eat. No sign that she had made lunch either. Sometimes females did have mood swings... he wondered if this was common, but he couldn't think of a single women to ask, without offending them.

He went to go and check up on Vicki... yes she had been... bitchy... but he was supposed to take care of her, he promised to. So he was going to even if it killed him. He was about to knock when he heard the crying... Would this be another rerun of last night all over again, prompting another bout of anger? But this couldn't be an act... who was she acting for? He opened the door quietly and slowly made his way into the room. He didn't know if she heard the door, heard his foot steps, or simply felt like someone was watching her, but she turned around.

This couldn't be an act... even if she knew he was home, her face and eyes wouldn't have been this puffy in the short time he'd been home. He moved closer to the bed, and she glared at him. He just continued, no matter what happened, he just couldn't see her cry... his weakness... he cared too much about too many people to just let it go... even if he got hurt.

"I don't want company." her voice cracked, even though she tried to sound angry.

"Too bad," he moved closer noticing that she was holding her leg... and it dawned on him, he hadn't given her a pain pill, and had taken anything that could have been used for an overdose... which all happened to be things that would help relieve the pain. Stupid, stupid!

He reached out to touch her leg, while the other reached into his pocket to fish out the bottles, so he could find the right one. As soon as his hand touched her leg, she winced in pain, and there was something else in her eyes that he couldn't place. Then he stopped trying to place it as her hand connected with the side of his face. His face stung, he had yanked his hand away from her thigh, and just looked at her.

She had just smacked him, never had she laid a hand on him. Oh she had threatened to when he was younger, be she never actually did any of it. He just stared at her, his hand frozen in his pocket the other now clutching his cheek. He was far beyond angry, or he was until he saw the look of shock in her eyes. Her action had shocked her as much as it did him... so he bit the bullet and fished the pills out, and he gave her two instead of the normal one. Through gritted teeth, told her to take them.

He didn't try touching her leg again, but he sat on the other side of the bed. Watching her, watch him. He waited for what felt like hours... or maybe it was the stinging in his face that made time move slower. But it finally happened, Vicki's shocked confused face relaxed, and her eyes glazed a bit as she laid back in bed. He knew it would hit her harder with double pills, and without eating. She wouldn't sleep, but she would be more relaxed... much more. He'd be able to get her to eat, but first he needed answers.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked... that wasn't how he planned to ask her, he had tried to figure out a plan while waiting for the medication to kick in, and he had one... but his mouth was doing what it wanted.

"I don't know." At first he thought it was because of the medication, until she just looked at him and repeated the words, more tears came as she looked at him. "I don't want to be taken advantage of. And I know..."

"What does that have to do with me? And smacking me?" Timmy asked a little louder than he intended.

"You know! Boy don't get close unless they want something." she just stared at him... he didn't know if she was trying to glare at him or not. If she was, it wasn't working

"You mean... last night?" She nodded, he'd kissed her because he wanted to... so yeah he wanted something, he wanted to kiss her. He wanted her to smile, and not cry anymore... but mostly because when she woke up, she was so cute and attractive. But when she smacked him, he found her attractive then too, he just couldn't put that emotion to use at the moment. "I did want something."

"I knew it..." tears started welling up in her eyes as she looked at him, any attempts at being angry with him was dashed.

"I did want something. I wanted to kiss you, you idiot." he snapped looking at her. It was his turn to be angry, even if for a moment. "And for some odd reason... even thought Tootie just kissed me before coming here... I should have been happy... I should have been excited. But no... because I still wanted what I wanted last night."

(Vicki's PoV)

It could have been the medication, now finally fully kicked in, but it took her a while to understand what had just been said. He wanted to kiss her was all her wanted... she'd think about that later. Tootie had kissed him... and her mind wondered what else that little raven haired brat had been doing with her Timmy... wait... no, not my Timmy. Then he said something about not being excited because he still wanted to kiss her... but jealousy won out as she looked at him.

"You kissed Tootie?" she looked at him, not understanding why her chest hurt.

"No, she kissed me... I didn't kiss back because I was shocked, and I didn't want to."

"Did she kiss better than me?" This HAD to be the medication talking, she thought in horror.

"I'm not out there kissing her am I? No I'm in here with you, the one that yelled at me and smacked me!" he snapped, then she actually looked at his face, really looked at it. Her hand print was red on his face, she had smacked him hard.

She moved her hand in a motion telling him to come closer... then closer. She only intended to get a closer inspection of his face. When he was close enough however, she smashed her lips against his without thinking about it... even though he basicly answered her with a no... she couldn't accept it... she had to prove she was better. When she wrapped her arms around him, and he started kissing back. She lost track of what happened.