(Author's Note)

Hit 70 reviews, you this has quickly become my most reviewed story. I tried something a bit different in this fiction, and I think I'll adapt it to most of my other fictions from now on. Again I want to thank you for reading. I'd like this to become the most reviewed story on 's Timmy/Vicky teen section, but honestly that's too much to ask for. And you've all already have done enough. And as always, I don't own Fairly Odd Parents. One day I might be rich enough to buy them, but... today is still not that day lol.

(Timmy's PoV Short)

Timmy had taken a shower, and then laid on his bed, he stared at the ceiling of his room, he'd been awake for a while but hadn't wanted to leave his room. One because he didn't feel like doing anything really. He couldn't get his parents off his mind... Sure, they were hardly ever here to begin with... and they never really cared about what he did often, unless he was causing trouble. Be he loved his parents... and deep down, he knew they loved him too.

That and the fact that Vicki wasn't alone out there. 'She' had been coming over the last couple of days, ever since she found out what happened. It was like Tootie and Vicki... just changed personalities. Vicki becoming the one in love with him, and Tootie wanting to torture him. He didn't know why she bothered to even come over. She had to be here, because of something she wanted. Maybe to remind him how mean he was to her in their youth... then passed her over yet again... and for her sister no less. She didn't need to degrade him about it. He was doing a good enough job of it on his own.

He'd thought about it a lot over the last couple of days. And not just Tootie, everything he'd done wrong to people in his past... a past that was almost too hazy to remember, but he remembered enough of it. Vicki had done her fair share of torturing of him... but he vaguely remembered, he'd retaliated... sometimes he'd started it. About how he always took advantage of his friends, he wasn't a very good friend. So what was the point to anything? Life was just a complete waste of time, he thought as he looked at the pill bottle he picked up. Then the thought, nothing was really left for him

(Vicki's PoV)

Vicki watched as Tootie helped put away the dishes that she had washed. It was nice having her here, if only she could figure out why she was here. Tootie had been... acting really strange lately. Then boom, she was back to being helpful... but for how long, Vicki wasn't sure, nor did she expect it to last much longer. That and she thought that Tootie was coming over for Timmy, and she was sure, Timmy wasn't coming out because she was here...

"You know... you don't have to help out." Vicki's voice wasn't mean or hateful, she didn't even feel those things. She just didn't want Tootie, to become upset later that she had to help.

"I know... It's just that I feel kinda bad." Tootie put the last plate away, and turned to Vicki. "I was mad because, I thought you took... was trying to take Timmy away from me, because you were being selfish or mean... or just plain didn't want me to have him. The other night, when you said you were his guardian... I realized, you didn't have to do that... you could have just... I don't know... you could have just said it wasn't your problem, and left it at that."

"I could have... and I'll admit, at first... I didn't want to do it." Vicki wasn't very proud of the thoughts, she'd never voiced it to anyone. But before the officer had suggested it, she didn't want to deal with it... then she had thought about not seeing Timmy, so maybe she was doing it for a selfish reason... one that wouldn't just make her happy though. "But I couldn't let Timmy end up in some foster care..."

"Also, I've thought about it these last few days... Honestly I was over Timmy. I think I just wanted him, because someone else had his attention, and well... that wasn't fair of me. I was acting a bit selfish." Tootie sat down across from where she sat. "And if Timmy is happy... I shouldn't try to mess it up."

Vicki couldn't actually believe what Tootie had said, she was alright with it as long as Timmy was happy with it. With everything that had been going on, maybe Timmy would appreciate some good news. It wasn't the best news in the world, but it would be something that might cheer him up, she looked over to Tootie who was busy fixing lunch... it had been a while since she'd seen Timmy today.

"Hey Tootie," Tootie looked up from what she was doing, "Mind going upstairs and telling Timmy lunch is about ready. He really needs to eat."

"Sure thing." Tootie replied and went up the stairs...

She didn't know how long Tootie would stay like this, but she was grateful for however long she'd be helpful. Vicki went into the kitchen and put the plates on the table, and drinks, waiting for Timmy and Tootie to come down.

"Vicki! Vicki... I can't wake up Timmy... and there are pills on the floor." Tootie yelled, Vicki dropped one of the glasses she was holding, it shattered on the table. She wasn't worried about it, as she made her way to the phone. She dialed 911 hoping that everything would be alright.

(Tootie's PoV Short)

Tootie waited in the over crowded waiting room of the hospital. It's a good thing they brought Vicki's wheelchair, there was only one available seat in the waiting room, which Tootie took. It was lucky that the empty seat was on the end so Vicki could sit next to her. She couldn't help but think that it was a good thing she was there, and that Vicki asked her to go get Timmy. Vicki might have fallen down the stairs to get to the phone... and no one would have known.

Vicki was in shambles, and this was the first time she'd seen her sister crying because of something that happened to someone else. She never really saw her own sister as sensitive. Never thought that she'd actually love someone, be in a sexual relationship, yes but not actually be in love with someone. When she had told Timmy that Vicki had changed, she didn't actually think that she'd changed this much. It was unreal, she thought as she patted her sister's hands.

"He's going to be alright Vicki," she said holding her sister's hands. Tootie was still mad at herself for yelling at Timmy and blowing up at Vicki. Would Timmy have done this if she'd been more supportive? Is she hadn't acted like a spoiled brat?

"Y-You don't know... h-how long was he... how long was it that he..." Vicki broke down crying again. Where was the nurse that was supposed to let them know what was going on... they'd been here for two hours now.

"It couldn't have been too long..." Now that she thought about her, she'd heard him taking a shower not long before she started making lunch, so couldn't have been more than an hour. "We heard him in the shower... so it couldn't have been too long Vicki."

"Y-Yeah..." Vicki still didn't look like she was completely alright, but she did look a bit more relieved.

"Turner?" A voice called out in the waiting room. Tootie stood up, and Vicki straightened up. Tootie pushed the wheelchair, over to where the nurse stood. "You are here for Timothy Turner? You're family?"

"I'm his friend, and my sister is his Guardian." Tootie said, and Vicki nodded. The nurse lead them though the door being lead to Timmy she hoped.

"He's going to be fine... He should be waking up soon. He's lucky you found him in time. Do you know why he might have done this?" Tootie didn't want to tell what happened, so Vicki told the story. Pausing now and again to catch her breath. "So this guardianship is new."

(Vicki's PoV)

"Yeah, I fished the paperwork a few days ago," Vicki was having a hard time breathing, between the scare, and now with the relief that he'd be alright, she couldn't quite get her breath under control.

"He's right this way." The nurse lead them into a room, once situated, the nurse left them alone closing the door behind her. Vicki stared at Timmy laying in bed. He was still sleeping, she wasn't sure if he had woken up just yet. She moved the wheelchair close to the bed, while Tootie took the chair. It wasn't that long ago, the roles were reversed. She had been in a bed... in fact she'd been in this bed, this room. A lot had changed in those few months.

"Timmy?" Vicki shook his arm a little bit. He stirred a little.

"Just leave me..." he leaned over the bed, and vomited on the floor. It was disgusting and black... she quickly pushed the button on the bed, something had to be wrong... they said he'd be alright.

When the nurse returned, she told her that it was the charcoal that Timmy had to swallow to absorb the medication in his stomach. That him throwing it up was natural, since it upset the stomach. Vicki leaned back in her wheelchair... this day had been way too much for her. And it was barely over.

It was past dinner when they returned back home. They'd stopped and eaten dinner at a restaurant, which they had to keep prodding Timmy to make sure he ate. He wasn't too happy that he was alive... or that they'd be paying close attention to him from now on. At least he was eating, yes they had to prod him, but the medication was still in his system and he was sleepy.

Tootie helped clean up the broken glass on the table, and put away what wasn't used. While she put Timmy in her room. Even if he had already been sleeping in her bed, she wasn't going to let him out of her sight for a while. Tootie gave her a hug on the way out, and Vicki went into her room, and got into bed.

"Hey Timmy?" he turned slightly, so he was still awake.

"Yeah?" his voice was so small, maybe he thought she might yell at him... while the thought was tempting, she didn't want him to become more upset.

"I know you are sad about you parents. And Tootie being like she had been... but she's okay with it... Timmy..." She didn't think she'd told him yet, and she wasn't sure he'd said it either. But she needed to say it now. "But you know... Timmy I love you."

"You... uh... what?" he turned over to look at her.

"I love you Timmy, and I thought I lost you," her voice cracked and broke here and there, from emotions and fear of what he might say.

"You... love me?" he sounded so surprised... actually she was surprised she was saying this. She had been wondering if she had been in love with him... but after today, how she felt about losing him... fearing she'd lose him... there was nothing else it could be.

"Yes... I do Timmy, I... do..."

"I love you too Vicki... I'm sorry, so sorry." she kissed him, and kept kissing him. When they finally broke apart, he wrapped his arms around her, and she sighed happily. He fell asleep before she did, but she wasn't far behind him. It wasn't over yet, but things might be a lot better after this.