Just an idea I came up with last night. Chapter 2 is the main story, it's just bothered me for so long that they never did bring him back! Enjoy x

Saving Timothy

Chapter 1

It was midnight in the sleepless city, a small old woman with short marble hair was limping through the streets.

It had been over a year.

Over a year since her grandchild disappeared, her last remaining family.

She had promised his father she would take care of him until the day she died but she had failed. Her boy was gone, and she didn't know where or why.

Yes, the boy was careless, foolish and liked to sneak out at night, but he was a good kid. He always stayed out of trouble throughout school, he put everything into his passions, and he was just… the kindest and silliest boy she had ever seen.

Her Timmy was a sweetheart and she couldn't believe someone would want to hurt him. He was like sunshine; he was warm and lit up every room with his smile.

But now his face was on missing posters all around the city, she herself worked tirelessly to put them up. She didn't care about purple dragon and whatever other mischief makers that may be lurking in the dark. She wanted her boy back and no one was going to get in her way.

She groaned when she arrived back at the block of flats, she would get 4 hours sleep then she'd be back out until 9 AM then she would go to work until 5.30 PM. She'd come home, have dinner and be straight back out. It was the same routine every day.

Her neighbours were concerned for her, they tried to get her to sleep for more hours or to at least eat the full three meals a day instead skipping breakfast and having barely any dinner.

She didn't have time for such things. Yes, her body ached in a way she never thought it could, she was exhausted, and her clothes had started hanging off her frame now, but she didn't care.

She was a strong woman, and no one gets to try and stop her from completing her searches. If she stopped for even a moment, she may miss her one chance to find him.

Her 4 hours were always restless anyway. All she could dream about what when she had to explain to an 8-year-old Timothy that his father would never be coming home. The boy at first had been understandably upset, he had thrown the poster he was making for his father out the window but after a while it seemed to have lit a spark inside of him. He understood his father's job had been dangerous, he had learnt all he could about the military. He knew his father had died a hero.

Timothy had decided at age 8 that he wanted to be a hero too, just like his father. He made capes and superhero outfits; he came up with his own name and everything.

Then one night he rushed up to her all excited. Far more excited than a man in his teens should be. He told her that he had witnessed four real life superheroes right outside his window taking down a big robot guy who turned out to be a skinny nerd. He had laughed, leapt up and down as he told her about the turtles. She just laughed at his antics, these boys wearing turtle costumes sounded ridiculous, but she played along anyway.

He wanted to be a hero like them, like his father but as far as she was concerned, her boy was already a hero.

She gingerly lay in her bed, staring at the dark ceiling as her bones and muscles screamed at her to just give them a break. She ignored them.

She wouldn't stop until her Timmy was safe in her arms once again.

Like I say, next chapter is the main story. x