Note: I apologize that writing this might take a while, I'm writing it out of chronological order (unintentionally) which is exactly as confusing as it sounds; in other words, I've finished the conclusion but have yet to finish the body.

Chapter Four: The Tale of Azrael

The family stood around Tootie's bedroom and gazed upon their newly returned family members. Everybody stood staring at one another and appeared to be waiting for another to speak first. Cosmo even, after smacking Timmy once more, dropped his baseball bat. Cosmo then backed up and took his place next to Wanda, who was holding the three girls who were gripped with a queer mixture of curiosity and fear. "Wanda," Cosmo whispered into her ear, "Pinch me. I see Timmy and Poof in Tootie's room!"

Wanda, not taking her eyes off the boys, pinched Cosmo. "OW!" Cosmo snapped, pinching her back. "Why'd you do that?!" Wanda snapped.

"In case you were dreaming!" Cosmo said.

Before their bickering could resume, Poof interjected, "You're not dreaming, it is us."

Cosmo, Wanda, Poof, Timmy, and Tootie all hugged one another and began crying in joy. Azura, Azrael, and Ashley all exchanged glances and were still unsure of how to respond. Vicky, who stood in the back, was the most dumbfounded and scarcely recognized Timmy, let alone Poof. Wanda swallowed and attempted to speak, which at first did not come, but finally did come, "Girls, this is Timothy, whom we call Timmy, and Tesla, whom we call Poof."

Azrael snickered at the nickname Poof, but Wanda elbowed her to shut up. Timmy shook their hands and all the memories of that special night sixteen years ago came flooding back. As the memories, and the realizations contained therein flooded his mind, Timmy's met with Wanda's and she smiled sweetly, equally remembering the night in question, having made peace with those events.

Azrael was particularly acute in picking up the feeling in the air, it was part of why she was such a tomboy because she could always feel the emotion in the air, and she wanted to escape it. Her pink eyes focused on Timmy and she took in every detail of this newcomer. Brown hair, blue eyes, distinctive teeth, bowl cut, five o'clock shadow, pink colored shirt and leather jacket.

She then turned her attention to Poof: purple/black fauxhawk, purple eyes that were otherwise indifferent from Cosmo's, denim jacket, and a bit of a tan. But her eyes were drawn back to Timmy's who himself could not escape Wanda's gaze, and Azrael wondered what it meant. "Alright," Wanda said, "I think that's enough excitement for one night, we can discuss this in the morning."

Cosmo gestured to take the girls back to their bedrooms, while Wanda and Tootie escorted Timmy and Poof to the guest bedroom. Vicky, the forgotten character in this, still said nothing, going back to sleep on the couch. Nothing more happened that night and everyone, cautiously, fell back asleep. Everyone that is except Azrael…

She could never sleep at night due to two peculiar pains that always radiated within her shoulders. The doctors never found a cause and her parents never seemed to care. When her eyes landed on Timmy and Poof, it somehow reminded her of this pain. Furthermore, she was so fastidious of keeping clean that she could not sleep without having first brushed her teeth.

With everyone else safely in bed, Azrael quietly counted to 900 or fifteen minutes, to make sure the coast was clear. Her red eyes accustomed to the dark led her safely to the bedroom without making a single sound. She looked into the mirror and wet her toothbrush. As she lifted the brush to her mouth, she paused and studied her teeth closely.

Was her mind playing tricks on her or did her teeth look like Timmy's? She brushed her brown hair out of her eyes for a closer look. No, she had to just be seeing things she thought to herself. But there she saw the patterns again! Azrael washed some water into her eyes and then stormed, silently, out of the bathroom. She needed some time to process what was going on and there was one person she could trust to help her out.

Azrael slipped out her bedroom window, onto the roof and down the gutters before reaching her bike. She clicked the bike into gear and headed down the road. Dimmesdale was silent this early in the morning and luckily for her, it would stay that way at least another three hours, more than enough time to go where she was going and back.

A few minutes later, she reached her destination and parked her bike. It was a decrepit house, some place no-one in their right mind would ever live, yet it was this place that Azrael had found her sanctuary. She reached underneath the doormat and grabbed a key, she then lifted up the keypad next to the front door and typed in the six number sequence (6-1-18-9-5-17) for entry. She unlocked the door with the key and stepped inside, careful to return the key to where she had found it.

Creeping upstairs, she took care to say hi to Girlfriend the hairless cat and Dwayne the crow, though neither were awake. Azrael entered the bedroom and carefully sat next to the sleeping man. She shook him, "Not now mother," he mumbled, sucking his thumbs.

Azrael shook him more vigorously prompting him to turn over. She grumbled and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Wha, what?!" The man woke up accidentally head-butting Azrael.

"Oh!" the man said, putting his glasses on, "It's you Azrael, I thought it was FAIRY-GOD-PARENTS!"

Crocker convulsed as he said this but his eyes settled on Azrael, "Here for another one of your late-night, 'study sessions," he asked, "You know I haven't been your teacher for nearly eight years."

"When has that stopped you from 'teaching' me?" she flirted.

"Anyway, what can I do for you it's only…" Crocker said, pausing to check his clock, "Two in the morning?! This can only be the work of FAIRY-GOD-PARENTS!"

Azrael glared at Crocker and Crocker grumbled and got out of bed. He was wearing only spotted boxers and a tank top. His baldness had become more apparent lately, as had his hump. He lit a cigarette and went downstairs, "Want one?" he asked Azrael.

She nodded and happily took one as Crocker lit her. Downstairs in the kitchen, Crocker made some coffee. "Did you know that ever since mother died, I've been sleeping the whole night through?" He asked, gleefully, "That is until you showed up. Not that I protest!"

Crocker sat down at the dingy kitchen table and passed a cup of coffee to Azrael. "So what's going on?" He asked.

"It happened, just like you said," she said, "A man named Timmy showed up randomly in the middle of the night."

"Turner?!" Crocker gaped, "Really? I mean, yes, um finally!"

"I seriously thought you were just making up all those stories about him and my parents," Azrael said, "Yet there he was with 'Poof,' last night."

"And the pain in your shoulders?" Crocker asked, "How is that doing?"

"Still there," Azrael trembled, gripping her left shoulder, "How does that fit into this?"

"Everything my dear!" Crocker exclaimed, "I am going to need to get some biopsies off of your hump. Ehehheh!"

Crocker handed Azrael a scalpel, "I am going to need a sample scraped off of them every day for a week!" he said, jittering in excitement.

"Will you tell me what this about?" Azrael stammered.

"Yes, but listen closely!" Crocker said, gesturing for her to come in closer.

The morning rolled passed as Crocker entered into a lengthy discourse until time came and Azrael, having no time to ask questions, had to sneak back home. She just barely made it home in time for Wanda to come knocking on her door to wake her up. Azrael, feigning sleepiness, wandered downstairs to join her family for breakfast.

At the table sat silently Timmy and Poof. Across from them, Ashley was putting on make-up and Azura was reading a bug, pausing occasionally to get food out from her braces. Tootie stood in the kitchen leaning against the wall drinking her coffee, not saying anything but simply studying everyone that was in the room. Wanda was cooking flapjacks for everyone and she was humming to herself.

Azrael took care make herself seem more tired than she was. Although as she sat down, she perceived that she was acting to suspicious and needed to do something either to justify it, or ally any suspicion. She resorted to her usual prank of the morning, "Hey Azura," Azrael smiled.

"What?" Azura asked, looking up from her book.

"You've got something on you," Azrael sneered.

Azura, as usual, wanted to believe her sister, so she looked down. "MILK!" Azrael said, knocking Azura's glass of milk onto her lap. Azura flailed and squirmed, splashing some of the milk onto Ashley. "OMG!" Ashley said, standing up, "All. Over. My new dress!"

"Mom!" Azura whined, "Make Azrael stop!"

"Twerp," Azrael chuckled to herself, stealing part of Azura's breakfast, "It's your fault for not learning by now."

"Azrael! Stop picking on your sister!" Wanda scolded, "One of these days, it's all going to catch up with you!"

Azrael chose not to acknowledge what her mother was saying, for she really didn't care. Wanda taunted her daughter with not providing breakfast, but she found she could not abide by that for it went against her motherly instincts. Timmy and Poof sat across the table speechless unsure as to whether or not to intervene for they both had a healthy respect and fear of Wanda's wrath.

As Ashley stormed out to change her clothes, Cosmo walked in dressed in a suit. "Good morning ladies!" He proclaimed, kissing Azura and Azrael on the head and then Wanda on the cheek. He prepared to kiss Timmy and Poof but recoiled back, "Aaaah! Stranger danger!" He proclaimed and began to hit Timmy over the head with a baseball bat.

Wanda held back Cosmo back, "Cosmo! Its Timmy and Poof!" she said.

"Timmy? Poof?" Cosmo said, "Wanda, pinch me. I see Timmy and Poof in the kitchen."

Wanda pinched her husband, "It is Timmy and Poof you ninny!"

"That explains why they look like Timmy and Poof," Cosmo noted.

Wanda sat Cosmo down and gave him a plate of flapjacks, "So what are you doing today sweetie?"

"Well today, we decided to live out Philip's dream…we're opening a laundromat!" he said, "OOH FLAPJACKS OM NOM NOM NOM!"

The scene briefly shifted to Philip the Nickel sitting by a cash register at a laundromat. A man walked in with his suit and looked around the room confused before leaving. Then the scene focused back to Azrael's red eyes.

'You'd swear he was a goldfish,' Azrael thought to herself, noting her father's stupidity.

"Oh dear!" Wanda said, "Look at the time! You girls need to go catch the bus!"

Suddenly the door burst open and Vicky showed up. "Looks like the girls' bus got cancelled again," Vicky said, she looked down and saw the spike-strip was still in her hand, she tossed it to the side.

Wanda sighed, "Vicky, can you take the girls to school please?"

"Yes of course!" Vicky said, her face lighting up.

A few short minutes later, Azura, Azrael, and Ashley (with their backpacks) walked to Vicky's Prius and got inside. Ashley sat in the front and was always moving the rearview mirror to she could perfect her make-up, Vicky always promptly moved the mirror back to its original place. In the backseat, Azrael was always moving her leg over to Azura's side. "Aunt Vicky! Make Azrael stop!" Azura cried.

Vicky chuckled, thinking little of their bickering. Azrael continued these sorts of actions, as they helped distract her from the pain she was constantly in. "So Azzraeeelll?" Vicky said, "Word is you have a boyfriend! When do we get to meet him?!"

Azrael suddenly felt a bit frightened inside, for she was in a relationship but she hadn't told really anyone but maybe somebody saw her. Who?! Who?! Azrael panicked, her thoughts racing. She thought she had been super careful, "OOOOOHHHH!" Azura and Ashley chimed, staring at their sister.

"I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND!" Azrael shouted and slumped backward.

"I was kidding sheesh," Vicky said.

They soon reached the school and Vicky dropped them off at the front entryway. Vicky then parked her car. As it happened, Vicky was the secretary at Chompy High School where the girls attended. It was a coincidence (as Vicky put it) that annoyed the girls, particularly Azrael, to no end.

As Vicky was parking, Azrael went to her locker. The pain in her shoulders was excruciating. All of the other teens in the school stared at her, for they were all very much afraid of her. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL STARING AT?!" Azrael shouted, slamming a ninth grader into a locker.

The ninth grader, who was actually one of the few not looking at her, was mortified and he may have even soaked his pants. "Azrael?!" one of the hall monitors who heard the commotion could be heard in the distance.

Azrael let down the ninth grader and kicked another locker before leaving the school. She soon found herself in the nearby Dimmesdale wood, where nobody could find her. She sat on her favorite bench and lit a cigarette. At least the nicotine could help dull her pain.

At length, Azrael went over what Denzel had discussed with her: how Timmy Turner once had fairies but a night after he drugged him, he disappeared. Denzel was convinced that her parents were the fairies he had for so many years sought, but that Timmy's return would confirm it. He used this to justify the pain in Azrael's shoulders. It sounded delusional, yet it all made sense. Denzel just did not know why the fairies remained on Earth when they could return home, he concluded that they were waiting for Timmy.

Azrael still could not accept all of this as fact even though she had a profound…something for Denzel Crocker… With the last butt of cigarette in her mouth, Azrael was finally able to zone out for a minute or two.

In her daydream, Azrael flew throughout the hallways of her school casting all manner of curses and evil magic upon those who tormented her. Azrael had always been the outcast and it's why she developed such a tomboy personality. Her violent fantasy coming to a close, Azrael reverted to her human mind and remained in denial of what she might be and of Crocker.

When Azrael returned to the school, which she still did not know why she did, she found herself met by the principal and the school police. "What do you guys want?" she sneered.

"Azrael, everyone said you threw James Johnson into his locker," the principal said, "and we have the camera evidence of it too."

Azrael was placed into handcuffs, she resisted because she was humiliated and maddened by the reality she was living in. She kicked the one of the police officer's shins. She started yelling incoherently in anger as the lights around her began to flicker before finally the light fixtures burst. In the darkness, Azrael returned to her fantasy and something in her mind clicked along with the handcuffs as she was led to the Principal's office.

She received two weeks' worth of in-school suspension as well as a bi-weekly meeting with the school psychologist. Outside of school, Azrael had more private 'tutoring' with Mr. Crocker. Her grades began to improve, as did her demeanor towards her sisters. But between Crocker and her psychologist, a strange new reality took plant in her mind, one in which reality was her play thing.

Ultimately, she became so trusting of her psychologist that she came to terms with Crocker and comfortably admitted that the two of them were in a relationship. Unfortunately, this was not a legal relationship and her psychologist prepared to call the police on Mr. Crocker while she thought Azrael was in the bathroom.

Azrael stood calmly behind the Psychologist's chair as the phone dialed. "Yes, this is Miss San-ccheeezz!" the psychologist croaked as Azrael wrapped the phone cord around her neck. Azrael tightened the cord as Miss Sanchez and she passed out.

Azrael slammed Miss Sanchez' limp head onto her desk and stormed out. All around her papers were billowing and lightbulbs were bursting. Nobody would DARE threaten the one person on Earth Azrael cared about, they would obey her and Crocker all the days of their lives!

She continued her march down the hallway, a vending machine collapsing on top of a kid while lockers imploded. The hallway tiles ripped themselves from the ground and fell apart as Azrael marched toward the locker of James Johnson, blaming him for trying to end her relationship.

"Now then twerp! Let's see if you can fly!" Azrael jeered.

Behind her the police officers came up and shouted, "Freeze!"

Azrael turned around and smiled, she raised her hands (taking care to keep holding James Johnson by the ear). "Put the boy down!" one of the officer's shouted, aiming his gun at her.

"No," Azrael mouthed.

The Police Officer fired and the bullet went through Azrael's liver. So high was Azrael, on adrenaline, that she did not feel a thing, and it only served to fuel her belief that she was a fairy. Azrael turned around and was shot three more times, once in the kidney, and twice in the spine. She walked out of a window, stilly carrying James Johnson by the ear.

"You were the one who wanted me gone!" Azrael said, "Now you're going to see me fly!"

Azrael, so sure of her belief, walked off the edge of the school (four stories off the ground) and fell to the ground. In the air, she flipped over and her body conveniently cushioned James Johnson's fall, he was unharmed. But Azrael suffered with brain damage and was paralyzed from the waste down.

Miss Sanchez recovered from her injuries and detailed the accounts of how Azrael engaged in self-mutilation of her shoulders, was smoking, dating an older man (who was soon also arrested), and under the delusion of being a fairy. In the courts, Cosmo and Wanda persuaded the court to go easy upon their daughter, for she was just a girl.

Azrael was sentenced to live in a mental asylum where her condition worsened be for finally culminating in her death.

On December 1st, 2031, Azrael was laid to rest in the Earth by her family. They would never be the same with out her…