Disclaimer: I don't own the Fairly Oddparents or its characters. I only own Lexi and the other OCs.

Chapter 5

Timmy had it all planned out.

He would wish himself to New York City and would track down Lexi – somehow. After all, how many apartments could there really be in New York City? Then he would apologize about a million times for whatever he had done to upset her, she would forgive him, and would decide that she preferred it in Dimmsdale, with her mother and her best friend, and she would move back.

It was so simple that nothing could possibly go wrong.

Until, of course, Wanda found something.

"How do you expect to go to New York for however long this will take without your parents noticing?" she pointed out as he was packing his backpack full of things he would need – two handheld video game consoles, comic books, and a few old wishes that could be helpful. "I mean, I know they're not the most observant people, but I think even they would notice if their only son went missing for three days."

Timmy stood up, zipping his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. "First of all, it's not gonna take three days. We'll be there a few hours, at most. But yeah, I guess I better think of something. Mom and Dad might not notice if I'm gone, but tonight's their bingo night, and Vicky definitely would."

Cosmo appeared next to them in a swirl of fairy dust, holding a pretzel stick in each hand. "Hey, look!" he exclaimed, shoving the ends in his mouth so the pretzels stuck out awkwardly. "I'm you, Timmy!"

Timmy stared at his godfather, an idea forming. "Cosmo, that's it! You're a genius!"

"I am?"

"Yeah! You'll disguise yourself as me, and stay here while I'm in New York. My parents and Vicky won't suspect a thing!"

Wanda looked uncertain. "I don't know, sport. Cosmo?"

"Come on, it's a great plan! What can go wrong?"

"That's the spirit, Timmy!" Cosmo waved his wand and appeared on the ground, practically a clone of Timmy except for the bright green eyes. "See, I'm Timmy! I'm lazy, selfish, and greedy!"

Timmy and Wanda stared at him, then at each other. Then he nodded confidently and said, "Yep, he's good. I wish we were in New York City!"

Wanda sighed and held up her wand. "Good luck, Cosmo," she said wearily, waving it. "And don't do anything stupid!"

…

Lexi walked into her bedroom to find a shopping bag on her bed. "Dad," she called, giving Diamond a quizzical look. "What's this?"

William appeared in the doorway, grinning broadly. "Open it up," he urged. "I thought you could wear it to dinner tonight."

Her father bought her a piece of clothing? Hoping desperately for some sort of sports jersey, Lexi pushed away the wrapping paper and pulled out, of all possible things, a trendy looking, cinched, sleeveless pink dress.

It wasn't frilly or horrible-looking. But it was nothing that Lexi would ever dream of wearing.

"Uh…" She wrinkled her nose at the dress and glanced at her father. Lexi was the type of person to tell someone exactly what she thought of something. But the thrilled, hopeful look on his face made her hold her tongue. "Thanks…Dad."

"You like it?" he asked, his smile wavering a bit.

Not wanting to hurt her father's feelings, even after he had just dropped a huge bomb on her life, Lexi forced a smile. "No, it's fine. It's just…not what I would have expected you to pick." You know I'm a tomboy, Dad. You know I've always hated pink.

"Alright, you caught me." William threw his hands up in her air, laughing. "It was Elise who really picked it out. She insisted on going shopping to find something for you when I told her you were moving back, and she thought this was perfect."

For once, Lexi could not find words, and settled for, "Oh."

"I hope it fits. You'll wear it tonight, won't you?"

She wanted to tell him that there was no way she was wearing a pink dress anywhere. She wanted to tell him that she was not happy at all about his engagement plans.

She wanted to tell him that he obviously didn't know her at all anymore.

But what Lexi actually said was, "Yeah, Dad. I'll wear it."

The look on her father's face almost made up for everything. "Great, sweetheart. Okay. Elise will be here in half an hour, so I'm gonna go start dinner. We're having pot roast, your favorite."

Lexi's favorite was pizza, but she just nodded and tried to keep a pleasant expression on her face until he was out of the room. She hopped up after him and shut the door, then called out quietly, "Diamond!"

The light blue hamster in the cage reappeared in her fairy form. Diamond took one look at the dress and winced. "Yikes. Not really your style, is it, kiddo?"

"It's horrible," Lexi groaned, tossing the dress onto her bed. "And the worst part is that my dad actually thought I'd like it. I've only been gone for six months…it's like he doesn't know me at all anymore."

"I don't think that's it, Lexi," Diamond said comfortingly, wrapping an arm around her goddaughter's shoulders. "I think he's just a little preoccupied with everything that's going on in his life right now. He wants to impress Elise."

"I can't believe he's actually marrying her." Lexi pressed a hand to her stomach, resisting the sudden urge to punch a wall. "She like Barbie and the Wicked Witch all tied together in one."

Diamond couldn't help but laugh. "Come on. I'm sure she's not that bad." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "But she will be here soon. You'd better get that dress on."

Lexi groaned dramatically and slid out of her dark purple t-shirt and black jeans, replacing them with the dreaded pink dress. Her black and blue sneakers looked ridiculous paired with it, so she slipped them off, staring at herself in the mirror in only the dress and socks.

She had to admit, she didn't look completely horrible. The dress fit perfectly and actually brought out her bright blue eyes more than her usual dark attire did.

But she felt like a totally different person, and she hated it.

Diamond smiled, floating behind her. "You look beautiful, Lexi. Why don't you just give it a chance? You don't have to wear it every day."

"Not until Elise moves in," Lexi grumbled, rolling her eyes. "I look like a Barbie doll." But she gave up and flopped down on her bed, pulling a pillow over her eyes. She stayed like that until the doorbell rang twenty minutes later.

…

What most fairies knew was that every time a trouble-making wish was made that required intervention, an alarm in Jorgen's office went off. But what most fairies did not know was that every time Timmy Turner or Lexi Sanders made a wish of any kind, Jorgen was notified immediately. Just in case.

He was sitting at his too-small desk, rearranging his Flipsie figures and still reveling over the genius of his plan to keep Turner and Sanders apart, when a typed piece of paper appeared in front of him.

5:23 p.m. Dimmsdale, California.

Timothy T. Turner wishes to be transported from Dimmsdale, California to New York City, New York: "I wish we were in New York City."

Jorgen stared at the paper, his anger bubbling until he couldn't control himself anymore. He grabbed his huge wand, pointed it at the notice, and it burst into flames, dissolving into a little pile of ashes.

He had been so close. So close to separating the two most trouble-making godchildren in all of Fairy World's history. And if he found her again, it would ruin everything.

Jorgen's first reaction was to stop Turner as soon as possible – maybe send him back to that Wishing Well camp for another lesson in responsible wishing. But he stopped himself just in time. The Fairy Council was already angry at him for messing with Sanders' fairy in the first place. If they found out he was meddling even more, he didn't even want to think about what they could do. Besides Jorgen himself, they were the most powerful fairies in the universe – they could even make him…puny.

Resolved, Jorgen sat back down and set aside his wand. Anyway, what were the chances that Turner could actually find Sanders in the gigantic city of New York? And even if he did manage to see her again, how could he possibly return her memories of him? She would have no idea who he was.

Unless, of course, Turner used his fairies to help him speed along the process.

So maybe Jorgen couldn't directly intervene. But he could make a few new rules to prevent Turner from doing anything stupid.

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Author's Note: I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to update! First I was busy with schoolwork, then I got sick, then Christmas and family took over, and now I'm sick again! I had a fever and a headache as I wrote most of his chapter, so if it doesn't make the most sense, that's my excuse! Anyway, please review and let me know what you think!