Prologue

Hello guys, DG here.

This is my first attempt at a lemon with the pairing. I really hope you find it nice, hot, and steamy.

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"GAAAHHH!" a scream ruptured the serene silence of the living room. It was soon followed by the sounds of footsteps, smashing, breaking, and even a crack of thunder. All of these chaotic sounds harmonized with one another to play terrifying music, a symphony of violence and destruction. It choked on a melody of drama and darkness, fitting the situation perfectly down to the simplest note.

A boy suddenly ran across the room in a tense panic, just as if his life depended on it. And, as several pieces of broken furniture were being swung above his head, it became evident that it was. Luckily for him, he was ten years old and short enough to barely duck underneath the attack.

"C'mon, Twerp!" a voice, filled with malice and evil intent, called from not to far behind him. "I've always wanted to do some renovation with this old place."

He didn't reply, he knew better than to waste precious breath on anything other than running. So he tried to move faster and escape from the source of evil all together, which caused him to trip and fall over. That's it, he was done for!

Or so he thought before another pair of legs ran into him and caused the other person to trip just like he did. The two of them were sent spiralling across the floor, tumbling over eachother. They finally came to a stop when they slammed against the wall, hitting it with enough force that they bounced back. Finally rolling to a stop, the boy and his assailant hardly halted to take a short break on the floor. Pretty soon, the ten year old child was back on his feet and grudgingly making his escape. He turned to the flight of stairs in the living room and climbed them with haste. Once he was on the second floor, he scrambled into his bedroom and slammed the door.

He stopped to take a breath, replenishing the oxygen in his small body. Leaning with his back against the door, his bottom met the floor as he slowly slumped down to it. Sitting, with the only sound being his inhaling and exhaling, he sat in the sweet silence which allowed him to rest. But, just before he got enough energy to think, he heard rapid footsteps coming from the stairs. The first thing he remembered and realized was that he didn't lock the door. Turning around as quickly as he could, he reached up the door to turn the lock.

However, as soon as he touched the device just below the doorknob, the entire door exploded and sent him flying back onto his bed.

"That's it...I'm done for," his mind moved slowly as the child was only half conscious. He couldn't move, didn't want to. All he wanted was to wait for his inevitable end to comes forth and pass.

He heard the footsteps to his right, tapping against the wooden floor and echoing in his mind. Starring at the ceiling, he didn't bother to look over when a figure had appeared in the corner of his eye. His bed shifted, and, through it, he could feel something climbing in it with him. He blinked, his mind going a little blank when he realized he still had his eyes closed. When his eyes finally opened again, he saw someone looking down at him. A tall girl with a green shirt, red hair, pink eyes, and an evil smile. Looking down, he saw that she had also swung her right leg over his waist, and now had him pinned underneath her.

After one more inhale, he exhaled "Vicky."

"Thought you could get away from me, huh?" she brought the evil smile down to a grin as she smirked. "No one can escape from this cutie, twerp, you know that."

"Darn it, what do you want from me," he shot up towards her. Her smile disappeared as her face took on a look of shock.

"Why...Timmy," she said with tearful looking eyes "I hurt my hand back when we fell in the living room."

She raised her right hand and clenched it into a fist, her feign of innocence was nowhere to be found as the smirk returned to her lips.

"Be nice to your babysitter, and give it a kiss," she turned it towards him. "Pucker up."

The fist drove down towards him, a mere second away from giving him a 'kiss'. He looked and saw that as it approached, death's bony hand also appeared, parallel to the fist, as the master of the underworld offered it to the child. He was too subdued to move, and too tired to struggle. All he could do was wait for her to knock his teeth loose. So, it was a miracle that he was able to keep all of them when they were interrupted.

"Timmy, Vicky, we're home!" two voices called from the first floor. Vicky stopped her punch a few centimeters from Timmy's large pair of buckteeth. Her face registered a slight look of surprised and she turned her head towards the door.

"We're upstairs," she called out to the people below them. Turning back to Timmy, she smiled as she said "Lets hold off this dance for another time, eh?" She tapped a knuckle against his incisor before getting off of him and his bed. As she stepped to the doorway, she looked down and saw the debris she made. "And clean this mess."

When she left, a sparkly cloud of smoke poof into existence and engulfed the broken pieces of the door. It left a completely fixed one standing in the doorway as it disappeared.

Turning to his wardrobe, Timmy saw his two goldfish in their fishbowl. One fish had green eyes, while the other had pink, and they both were wearing tiny crowns on their heads and holding equally tiny wands in their fins. These were not normal goldfish, but his fairy godparents which granted him wishes. The two went poof and replaced by two little fairies that appeared in the air. The pink eyed one was a female with pink hair and a yellow shirt, while the green eyed one was a male with green hair, a white shirt, and black tie.

"Don't worry sport," the pink haired one said. "We cleaned living room as well."

"Which is a bit of a shame," the green haired one added. "Because I have to admit that Vicky is a bit of a rebel when it comes to renovations, and is, quite possibly, the next thing in architecture. Hey Wanda, can we hire her?"

"What?! No," Wanda scoffed at her simple minded husband. "Why would you want her anywhere more near our home than she already is, Cosmo?"

Cosmo frowned, and hysterically retorted "I just wanted to make you happy by showing you that I can have a sense in fashion and houses!"

"Oh...Cosmo," Wanda floated near him. "You don't have to impress me by doing things you don't want to. I like you just the way you are."

"ACK! Stop oppressing me woman," he raised his hands defensively to keep her at bay.

"Really? You're doing that again?"

"No, lately I've just been having flashbacks back to when I wasn't immune to cooties and it's awaken within me a post traumatic syndrome."

"That's just ridiculous."

"Why won't you let me in?!"

Wanda rolled her eyes and Timmy smiled as he watched them banter with one another, it was definitely a brighter side to his day to be with them. He was planning just to lay down, rest up a bit until dinner time. He might actually fall asleep, but he was sure he'd be awaken when called.

"Timmy!" two angry voices called in unison. As much as he wanted to stay right where he was and not move an inch, Timmy had already been prepared for a not so simple afternoon. Regretfully, he got out of bed and left the comforts of his room while slowly making his way downstairs. When he was finally on the last step, he could already see his parents waiting for him. Besides their faces of fury, he noticed that Vicky was still around. She was somewhat of an odd ball while standing right next to them, because, while his mom and dad looked incredibly outrage, she seemed sadden and bashful. Course, it wasn't so unnatural that all of this was natural. For she was an instigator, and, right now, she was playing her part.

"Mom...Dad?" he questioned them.

"Don't you Mom-Dad us, young man," his father pointed towards the wall. "Explain yourself?"

Timmy turned his head in the direction his father was pointing. Wanda and Cosmo should've cleaned the entire room of its former destruction, and it was rare for fairy magic to be off point even if it just takes certain things a little too literal sometimes. No family vase was broken, not a single marking of wear and tear was on the floor, even the wall, which he thought had been dented by their earlier collision, was in top shape. So what could they had possibly been mad about? When Timmy followed his father's finger, he saw that he wasn't pointing to a single thing that belong in the house.

Timmy blinked as he looked at Vicky, then he turned back to his parents.

"What?"

Their eyes widen in shock, and their jaws dropped with disbelief.

"How can you say that?!" they nearly screamed their heads off.

Timmy wondered what could possibly be the issue here and stated plainly "I don't see what's the problem."

Still in shock, Timmy's mother walked over to Vicky while saying "The problem here is that you haven't been playing very nicely." When she had crossed over to Vicky's left, she reached up and gently lifted the short sleeve so that it revealed the rest of the redhead's arm. Near the shoulder, Vicky's white skin and slowly turned slightly darker. It was then that he remembered just how fast they had most likely been going when they hit that wall.

"She bruised her shoulder?" he said in his mind.

"Why don't you just come clean already," his father sounded like the bad cop in interrogation.

"At the very least, do you have anything to say for yourself?" his mother added. "We're only gone for a few hours, and within that time you've managed to cause harm to your babysitter."

"But mom, it's not my fau-"

"Don't you dare try to place innocent bystander with us," his father interrupted. "You should just be honest and stop making more trouble for yourself."

Which, in his case, meant that he should just go along with the flow. Vicky was excellent at manipulating adults everywhere, his parents in particular. The moment she found something to use against him, and presented it to them, was the moment he had lost the fight. He might've had a chance if he could've got to them first, but, even then, it still would've been a tough call. Quite frankly, he was ready to confess and become swept up in the lie. It would end the argument, Vicky would be sent on her way, and he could make up with his parents later. It hurt to have them think less of him this way, but he had gotten used to being hurt when Vicky was involved.

"I'm-" he was about to say 'I'm sorry', when suddenly Vicky had leaped over to him. Pouncing on him, her arms became out stretched like the talon of an eagle ready to pierce the body of a bunny. He cringed, expecting her assault to end his life right then and there. But, instead of attacking him, she swept him up in her arms and hugged him tightly. He tried desperately to escape her clutches, but the gripe she had was a perfect hold.

"No! Please, don't be mad at him," she pleaded to them. Her words brought Timmy's struggle to a stop. "We were just playing and then things got little out of hand. It's not his fault, I'm the babysitter."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Of all of Vicky's methods of manipulation, this was the absolute worst. Quickly, he looked up to his parents with hopes that it hadn't taken its affect just yet. However, he saw that it was already working...and perfectly.

"Don't blame yourself Vicky," his mother said.

"Timmy should know better when playing with girls," his father was also buying it. "We should've raised him better."

"No, don't say that-" his mind was reeling as those words floated in his head.

"No, don't say that," the hissing of the viper mirrored his thoughts. Vicky turned around, still holding Timmy in her arms as she said "You did a fine job in raising Timmy, he's my absolute favorite. We just got a little rough in our playtime, honestly I should've been a bit more careful. He's a growing boy, to, you know?" She turned to him with the same innocent smile she gave them, but, when looking deep in her pink eyes, he saw another smile. A smile of triumphs and control. "But Timmy, you think you can go a little easy on me next time? Being a gentleman also means knowing how to handle a lady."

There, that was the last part to this final act. He didn't have to look at his parents to know that they were completely enthralled into what she was spewing. They looked at her and saw an absolute angel, while he was merely a bystander that she had graced with her presence. This was the worst of Vicky's methods, the worst thing she could possible do, the gut wrenching worst.

Isolation.

Population, him.

Location, the palm of her hands.

"Well...if you say so," his father rubbed the back of his head.

"And I do!" she merrily leaped to her feet and exited out the door. "Have a nice night Turners, I'll see you tomorrow."

And with that, she was gone. But the damage she left behind was deep and left his house in more shambles than when it was physically wreaked. His parents gave him one last stern talking, but let him go without any punishment. Which was fine, all he wanted right now anyways was to wallow in his defeat, while doing a poor job at licking his wounds, inside his room. He could have that much dignity for himself.

He ate dinner when he was called, sitting in silence as his parents ranted on about their day. And when it was over, he glided back to his room with that same silence. When it came to sleep, he turned off the light to his room, laid down in his bed, and closed his eyes. And that was the end of today.

Until he decided that it wasn't over.

"...Cosmo, Wanda," he called out to them in the darkness. They poofed out of their fishbowl, taking their true forms. Turning on the light, they watched as Timmy sat up and turned towards them. His eyes had become hard, his face was set in stone, and his aura told them that he had become serious.

"Uh-oh," Wanda could already guess the meaning to this. "You're going to make one of those kinds of wishes."

Timmy, like every other child with fairies, was given his fairies because of all the misery in his life. Their job was to grant his every wish, within the boundary of a list of rules, until he was too old to have fairies. But, at least in Timmy's case, most, if not all, of his wishes backfired in one way or another. Because of this, he sometimes had to make certain wishes wisely in case they were taken too literal or misunderstood entirely. Wanda was usually able to guess when such wishes were potentially more trouble than they were worth, due to her experience in granting Timmy's wishes.

"I don't care, because I can handle whatever happens," he poked his thumb into his chest, showing that he refused to do anything but man up at this point. "I am tired of Vicky pushing me around, ripping my parents from me, and ruining my life just for her enjoyment."

"I understand how you feel Timmy, but..." Wanda's voice trailed off.

"But when your babysitter's so evil that you co-write a hit song about how evil she is, even you have to acknowledge how dangerous it could be when trying to confront her," Cosmo answered in her stead.

"Guys...thank you for looking out for me," he said, his voice spoke with confidence. "It makes me really happy to know that I still have you guys on my side...but I have to do this."

Wanda watched her godchild look up at her with determination. She let out a sigh and said "What's the plan?"

"I wish I was sixteen," the boy said and the fairies raised their wands. "Wait?!"

They stopped in confusement.

"I just want to be sixteen," he said clearly. "No add ons."

"Huh?"

"I mean..." he rolled his hand around as he tried to find the right words. "...don't turn me into 'Gah'."

"Oh...OOOH!" they both said in unison.

"No Gah," Wanda replied.

"Nope."

"No Gah?" Cosmo want to be extra sure.

"Uh-uh," Timmy shook his head. "I just want to be my regular sixteen year old self, just how I will be in six years."

"Gotcha," said Wanda.

"Ingen Gah?" Cosmo wanted extra-extra clear, hence his sudden Norwegian.

"Just do it already."

The two raised their wands together and the stars at the very end began to glow and chime. Timmy went poof and was swallowed by the smoke screen that came from the wish. When it had dispersed, he noticed the first effects of the wish almost immediately.

"Whoa, I'm tall!" he said as his height had increased greatly. His was standing at the height where he was face to face with his godparents, at least as tall as his father.

"Yeah..." Wanda said slowly as a glint in her eyes appeared.

"Uh, Wanda," Timmy felt a little confused.

Cosmo poofed a mirror in between them and Timmy was able to see himself. He looked like Tommy back when he had wished for an older brother...sort of. He had the same pink letterman jacket, blue jeans, and pink sneakers. Needless to say, he had some of the same looks as his formerly older brother.

But, he was still able to retain certain traits that separated them from one another. Where Tommy's hair was slicked back, Timmy kept his facing forward as well as developing a small ponytail with the excess in the back. Tommy had also been muscular, but Timmy seemed to be directed in a more leaner path. Tommy had a bit of chin hair, Timmy's was more of a developing peach fuzz. Timmy also had a single golden earring and still maintained his large buckteeth over the years.

Taking in his new appearance, Timmy suddenly remembered why he had dawned on this costume. Checking himself one last time, he turned towards the door and left. His godparent watched him go, silently wishing him luck.

Down the stairs, into the living room, and out the front door, Timmy watched as the night welcomed him with open arms. Greeting him, accepting him, adding him to a list that he never been put on before. He breathed it in, inhaling the new position and the power that came with it. Taking a step forward, he joined the night and the rest of the predators it enshrouded.

"I'm coming for you..." he whispered the warning to his prey.

And the hunt began.

Whoo, done. And to think I had just posted a new fic days ago, man I'm just going at it.

Anyway, sorry that the chapter is short. I know some of you depend on me to making the obscenely large chapters for my fanfictions, but, this time, I'm quite possibly going to be taking a different I do hope you like what you see so far.

Next chapter will be containing some lemons, so don't get cranky because you didn't see any in here.

Please enjoy and review this chapter. I'll see you next time with the new chapter.