(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 just gotten out of the shower her red hair partially covered the face she stared at in the mirror... on pink eye visible through the sea of hair. She just stared with the one eye that could... she didn't bother to move the hair, she knew what was beneath it. She didn't think she was pretty or attractive... not compared to everyone else at her high school.

Stop thinking about high school, she thought. She had just finished school the week before, but she still thought about it. She didn't attend the parties, nor prom. She didn't want to go get wasted with some idiots, have guys groping on her... but mainly it was because no one wanted her around. True she wanted to go, when one of the boys had asked her to go with him... then later that day she heard him laughing with his friends about it. She over heard him telling them that she had bought it, and couldn't wait to see her face on prom night. That's what happens when you're the meanest person you can be, she thought as she wrapped a towel around her body, then left the bathroom.

The cool air in the hallway gave her goosebumps as it hit her moist body, she didn't care if she was dripping water in the hallway to her room. Didn't care about the wet feet prints, her parents would ignore her either way. Her sister wouldn't say anything to her about it... It wasn't even like she was mean to them anymore, she'd stopped that two years ago when she was sixteen. Maybe two years didn't erase all the damage that she had done, either that or no one really cared about her... Who could blame them?

She wasn't always so mean, not she used to actually be a sweet girl. Until she started taking an interest in boys, she was too young then to understand boys were not interested in girls, and wouldn't be for a few more years. Then when the boys started making fun of her, and playing mean tricks on her, she thought something was wrong with her... no. Nothing was wrong with her, they just didn't like her. Well if they wanted to be mean to her, and make her cry... she would make them cry,

Back in her room she used the towel to dry herself off, after closing the door. Once dry enough she fell back on her bed and laid there. What was the point in getting dressed? There was nothing for her to do, no where for her to go. So she just laid there, like she had done so many times before. Now she realized she didn't like being alone... and maybe it was a lesson that was too late to learn, but she learned it. She closed her eyes remembering the day that she realized it.

(Two years before)

She sat on the couch, in a house she was babysitting a kid at. Not just any kid... the kid she loved to torment the most, Timmy Turner. She always felt guilty for tormenting him, even while she was doing it... he never really deserved it. He pushed back, he would challenge her sometimes. Not like the others that just cowered in front of her, he would put up some kind of fight... but there were other times... that he stuck his neck out for her. That he stood up for her, and that was something no one had done.

This day she had decided to be nicer... so she didn't make demands of him, but he was skeptical, and locked himself in his room. She didn't blame him, if the roles were reversed she would have tried to figure out the angle too. After all since his parents were oblivious to anything but themselves, and their constant nights out, and vacationing... Timmy was the person she knew the best, even more than her own family. Which meant that he would know her best... and it would be the kind of trick she'd use to trick him... she wished she had been nicer before.

She had finally managed to get him out of the room, She had planned to tell him she was sorry for the stuff she'd done... and might still do in the future, because being nicer wasn't easy for someone like her. She was just getting to that point when his parents came home... telling her that her services wouldn't be needed as Timmy had gotten too old for a babysitter, and just like that she lost the only constant in her life.

(Back to present)

She laid there wondering if Timmy ever thought about her... other than her being mean. Did he wonder what she was going to say to him before his parents arrived home? Or was he too relieved that she was gone? She wanted to go and visit him to see how he was doing. Her sister Tootie had mentioned that he was acting very differently, that it started just after she stopped babysitting. Just a big change one day in his attitude and demeanor. Kinda like something had vanished from his life. She had hoped it was her... but he would have come to visit by now if she was the reason he changed. Maybe it was just him growing up... she changed when she younger... younger than him, but that's when she had gotten mean.

She sat up in her bed. Maybe she should drop in on him and see how he is... that's not uncommon right? Dropping in on a kid you used to babysit for, and see how life's been going? Well for her, people would think it's odd, but she'd get a chance to apologize once and for all.

"Now or never," she said to herself as she rummaged through her dresser pulling out clothes. She hadn't worn the green shirt, that showed off her mid drift in a while, nor the black skinny jeans, it reminded people too much of how she used to act. Once dressed she looked in the mirror above her dresser... her hair pulled back into a pony tail, and like many times before she sighed and went back to her bed. All plans of going to see Timmy sunk, maybe he would be just like everyone else. She'd try to be nice, and he'd just laugh at her. Then she muttered "I guess it's never."

She wasn't entirely sure why she wanted to talk to that little twerp. It had been two years since she'd seen him, even in passing. She was sure that he didn't even want to see her anyways, and why would her? She had made his life a living hell, hadn't she? Maybe she wanted to see him, because he was the only person that on occasion... rare though it was, he had taken up for her. She just laid there, with no intention to move. Why did she even want to see him for anyways? He wouldn't appreciate her apology.

She managed to lay there for hours... her sister had tried knocking on the door letting her know dinner was done... but she never answered. She hadn't eaten a meal with them since the boy's cruel joke, that was never played. Once she heard the familiar sounds of her parents going to bed, she only had to wait a few more for Tootie to go to bed, then she could go and eat.

Once she heard her sister's door close, Vicki got up and crept out the room, she looked left and right, no sign of anyone. She slipped out of her room quietly. Then she made it down the hallway to the top of the steps, and she sighed in relief as she took her first step. "Vicki?"

The voice startled her as she was mid step, and she turned her head to see who had called her, the sudden shift caused her to lose her balance and right before she fell, she saw Tootie. A hand covering her mouth, having obviously just realized what was about to happen. She heard her sister yell her name even before she hit the stairs the first time. Hear her parents as she started falling farther and farther. It seemed to happen so slowly as she felt a sharp pain in her leg, the pain however stopped when she did. Her head hit something hard, and everything went dark.

(Timmy's PoV) (Same day)

It was an average day for Timmy, as he sat in his room. Typing at his computer, his mind not really on what he was doing. He had passed up a trip to the mall with his A.J., Chester and Tootie, not that he had a problem with them. But lately whenever Tootie was around all she seemed to want to talk about was her sister. How she wasn't acting like herself, or how she seemed sad all the time.

Vicki had made his life a living nightmare for years, he shouldn't care about what was happening to her. This was karma coming back to bite her in the rear after all she had done to him, his friends and even her own sister. Why should he care? In the back of his mind though he did care, and he had been wondering what was wrong with her. He couldn't remember what it was, but when she left it felt like something important was ripped from his life... and his mind always wandered to the old fish bowl that he had thrown away years ago. Honestly he didn't even know where it came from, it was like he woke up one day, and was was just in his room empty.

Still though he didn't want to admit that he cared about her... even if it was remotely. He would never hear the end of it from his friends. He was was about to order a new game that had just been released when his cell phone started ringing. He knew it was coming, since he skipped out on his friends, he looked at the display. A.J., at least it wasn't Tootie... that's all he would have needed after thinking about Vicki himself.

"Yeah?" he answered after pushing the button on the screen.

"Why didn't you come to the mall today like planned?" A.J. sounded annoyed, then again since this was the friend that tried to plan everything to the second, it was no doubt why he was upset.

"I just didn't feel..." he was going to say he didn't feel like going... but that sounded a bit rude... so he went with the next best choice. "well."

"You should have called, we could have come over there." Which was the reason Timmy hadn't called, because they would have come over, and then he couldn't make up an excuse to leave, when he didn't want to talk anymore, since it would be his house, and he was supposed to be sick.

"I forgot... look I'm still not feeling all that well, I think I should lay down. I'll call you tomorrow." Timmy waited just long enough for his friend to agree, and before again saying he would call tomorrow and hung up.

Dropping the phone on his bed he decided now would be a good time for a shower. He gathered pulled out whatever he'd wear to bed and went to the bathroom. He really didn't need to bring his clothes, he could have just walked out the bathroom and into his room naked, because his parents were... well he didn't remember where they said they were going this time, only that they wouldn't be back for two months. Being able to walk around like that, and actually doing it though were two different things, which is why he brought his clothes.

He closed and locked the door, more from habit than worried someone would walk in, which no one would. And turned on the water waiting for it to get warm. Pulling off his shirt, he stared into the mirror. His hair was longer than he'd kept it in his youth, no longer any need for his pink hat... he didn't even know where that thing went. His front teeth were still larger than the rest, though not as noticeable now that he'd grown. Skinny though, he had imagined that he would grow from a scrawny boy into a muscular teen... that didn't happen. Well at least he wasn't scrawny... just skinny. He shrugged and stripped the rest of his clothes, tossing them into the hamper along with his shirt before stepping into the shower.

He let out a sigh as the warm water flowed over him. He used to take showers solely to get clean, now he took them for other reasons. It was relaxing, calming and quiet. His own personal time to not think about anything but the water. Most people took it for granite, not him he appreciated the few minutes out of each day to be able to not have to think. Washing was subconscious, you didn't have to think to do that, it was natural after a while. Though like most times, he was finished long before he wanted to be... even so he turned off the water, dried off, dressed and went back to his room.

He pulled a slice of pizza from a box on his dresser, that he had ordered for lunch. With it just being him here, why did he have to make anything else? Didn't make any sense to him, so he ate that instead while looking through random pictures, posts, and reviews of new movies and games.

He turned off his computer and was about to go to bed when he heard sirens outside, wasn't uncommon. He heard ambulances a lot in the area, a lot of elderly people lived on his block. Usually he didn't look to see where they went, but the siren stopped, and he could still see the flashing lights. Whatever happened it happened not far from his house.

He looked out the window, and noticed that the ambulance was in front of Tootie's house. Deciding that he didn't have a very good view from here, he went downstairs and out the front door. Curious about what was happening, he didn't stop at his steps... and he continued towards the flashing lights and scared voices. His eyes went from face to face... paramedic, Tootie's dad, paramedic, Tootie's mom, Tootie. Who was... then he saw a paramedic pulling out a stretcher, and a third paramedic pushing the other end. The wild red hair was a dead give away who was on that stretcher.

He never stopped walking, seeing who was on the stretcher for some reason he started walking faster. The only thing that stopped him was Tootie, when she noticed him coming. She ran towards him and grabbed him into a hug, she was crying and talking very fast, that and the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off the person being loaded into the back of the ambulance, he couldn't understand what she was saying. He was vaguely aware that even though he wasn't family, Tootie's parents had him get into the car with them. He was too shocked to say anything, and they obviously were worried about Vicki to notice the other person in the car.

They didn't realize their mistake until well after they had arrived at the hospital, and was curious as to why he was there. He explained why he was there... one of them offered to take him home. He was here now, no point in leaving, plus even though Tootie had gown out of her crush for him, him being here would help her. If he left it would only cause more stress.

Now that he thought about it, he couldn't recall if he closed the front door. He went to the nearest pay phone to call A.J., since he lived down the street from him and reached where his pocket should be and realized he was in his pajamas with no pockets. He found Tootie, who happened to have her's with her. Didn't take long for A.J. to agree to make sure his door was closed, after explaining what he was doing at the hospital anyways.

He talked a bit with Tootie a bit, she went over about what had happened, since he still hadn't gotten a straight answer before. Tootie was mortified. But really it wasn't her fault, accidents happened. After they had stopped talking, he found himself drifting off to sleep. He snapped awake a few times... but in the end he ended up just letting sleep take him, it wasn't worth the fight.

He awoke some time later, it was still dark, and Tootie had laid down on one of the couches in the waiting room, her parents had fallen asleep in chairs on either side of her. He sat up and was about to go and stretch his legs, when a nurse walked over, having noticed he was awake.

"Every one else has already went in to see her," she smiled sweetly, "you were sleeping and they thought it best not to wake you. She might still be awake, would you like to go in?"

"Yeah," he wanted to, and didn't at the same time. This was his enemy, the nightmare of his childhood... but he followed the nurse anyways.

Vicki had been moved to a private room on the first floor and out of the ER. During the walk, the nurse explained that Vicki's parents and sister had chosen to wait in that waiting room, and not the once closer to Vicki, not wanting to wake him. That he appreciated, he wouldn't have liked waking up thinking that he had been forgotten, much like being accidentally brought along. The nurse opened the door, and peeked in, then called him in.

Vicki looked like a mess, her hair was matted to her face, only one eye was visible through her wild hair, which stared at him. She looked shocked, but then again it could be from the pain she was in. The nurse left them to talk, after he went over to the chair. Once he heard the door click shut, he turned his attention back to the older teen in the bed.

"H-Hey, Vicki. How are..." that was a stupid question to ask... and his mind went over everything that would be a normal greeting, that at this moment seemed stupid. "I haven't seen you in a while, you look nice... you know if you don't count the cast."

Vicki laughed a little, and seemed to relax a bit as he sat down. "They didn't stay long enough to sit," They could only mean her family, but Timmy found that a bit hard to believe, her family seemed concerned. "I'm glad you came though."

"I was... accidentally brought... but I would have come anyways." he added when he saw her eye lower to the bed, he explained how he saw the lights, and went out to see what happened. And everything leading up to being stuffed into the car and brought here. "I've wondered how you were sometimes."

"Really?" her voice sounded hopeful... or was that mockery, Timmy couldn't tell. She reached up with one hand and brushed the hair from her face. Timmy had never really thought of Vicki was pretty before, maybe she looked better if she wasn't scowling or yelling. "I've wondered how you were too. I was actually..."

"Actually what?" he asked when Vicki didn't finish, or didn't want to.

"Well I was going to see you last night... well yesterday afternoon. Just to... see how you were, you know it's been a while. I was curious how things with you were." Her hands were twisting the blanket at her waist. It was odd to see Vicki acting nervous. Even more strange that she was concerned with how he was. So he sat there and talked about a lot of things, and listened to her talk about whats been going on. This Vicki was alright to be around, she seemed genuine.