Author's Note: I stole this idea from Blue…but who knew it would turn into this?

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairly Oddparents.

Conversations with Wanda

Glancing up from her millionth sketch of Timmy Turner, Tootie blinked, discovering a small, pink fairy hovering about her room and glancing at her decorations. As if from another life, a half buried memory tugged, begging to be brought to consciousness. Had she known this creature before? She thought she had, but she couldn't recall.

Red rims lined the fairy's large pink eyes and she looked as if she hadn't slept properly in days. In fact, her levitation fluctuated; sometimes, Tootie thought she'd simply crash onto her plush carpet floor. However, Tootie said naught a word, just in case she'd frighten the creature away. While she maintained the silence, however, Tootie's hands switched to the back of the sketchpad and she absently started outlining the fairy's body and general shape.

Floating over to a poster Tootie had drawn, the fairy examined it closely, nearly plummeting out of mid-air. Her wings fluttered and she struggled to stay aloft. Tootie's heart leapt in her throat and she immediately abandoned the sketchpad.

"Um, I beg your pardon, but are you all right, little fairy?" Tootie inquired gingerly, gently laying pencil and book aside to jump off the bed and to her side. The instant she did, the fairy drew back, the color draining from her face. This time, she really did fall out of mid-air, but she was too busy scurrying to the other side of the room and searching for her wand to notice.

"I wandered into a human's room," she murmured, swallowing hard and searching around the room for something. She pressed her hands against the carpet, craned her neck around the furniture and stood on her tiptoes.

"I've exposed myself…Jorgen's going to kill me…after he takes me away from Timmy…"

"Timmy?" She squealed his name. Once a fangirl, always a fangirl.

Glancing urgently at the open window, the fairy attempted to leave, but her wings quivered and she fell back down. Panting, she tried to jump, but Tootie sprang forth and shut the window. The door was already locked and the fairy had no means of escape. She moaned, staring around the room before setting her gaze on Tootie.

"What-what do you want?" she asked cautiously, glancing from the window and beyond and then back to Tootie. She trembled, large eyes widened in fear. Tootie didn't understand why such a small, yet obviously powerful creature would be afraid of a child.

"I just wanted to know if you're okay," Tootie answered, smiling down at her. There was only a difference of an inch or so in their heights, but the creature cowered.

Shaking her head, pale as a sheet, the fairy wrapped her arms around herself and gazed once again out the window. Tootie frowned, approaching only to have her retreat, literally backing herself into a corner. Walls on either side and no one around to help her, the creature could only curl into a ball, large pink eyes quavering with the rest of her. Tootie's heart instantly went out to her.

"If you climbed out the window, you could break your leg," Tootie chided gently, kneeling. Gingerly, Tootie touched her wings, shimmering and quivering worse than the rest. They were gorgeous, iridescent and all she desired was to touch it. However, when Tootie reached her hand out, the fairy pressed her face against her knees. Whatever the reason, she was completely terrified of her.

"I'm nothing like my sister," she said, by means of coercion.

Muffled, the creature responded, "I…I know."

"And you know Timmy, right?" A grin split her face, but the creature merely nodded weakly. How she managed that while her face was pressed against her knees was anyone's guess, but Tootie had the sinking suspicion she was more likely to squeeze water from a dry rock than make conversation. For one thing, the fairy hadn't stopped shaking yet.

"Yes."

"How do you know him?" Tootie kept her tone light, not pressuring her to speak. Kneeling, however, grew uncomfortable and she sat Indian style in front of the creature, slowly calming. Warily, she raised her head, crown glowing in the sunlight pouring from Tootie's window.

"I can't tell you that."

Sighing heavily, she added, "I really shouldn't be here. I'm tired and I drifted off…if Jorgen finds out I was here…"

"Who's he?" Tootie asked curiously and then mentally winced at the creature's rising panic. She looked torn between jumping up into the air and then diving at the window and remaining, frightened Tootie might leap on her as soon as she made her escape.

"No one!" The fairy snapped quickly, abruptly springing to her feet and opening the window.

Realizing she fought a losing battle, Tootie scooped the creature up, quite against her will because she struggled madly. However, Tootie hadn't survived years with Vicky without learning how to pin someone down. Wrapping her arms around her, Tootie nearly crushed her wings against her back. The fairy ceased struggling.

"Stop…you're really hurting me…" Tears sprang to her eyes and, stunned, Tootie released her.

"I'm sorry!" Tootie exclaimed, watching her bite back sobs. The creature's eyes shone with the same amount of terror (and unshed tears) Tootie often associated with Vicky. No…this was what she'd been trying to prevent.

"Please…just let me go…" she begged, rising unsteadily to her feet.

"I was about to when I hurt you," Tootie smiled apologetically, darting to unlock the door. Without another word, the fairy darted out and was halfway down the stairs before Tootie could think of anything else to say.

"Wait! What's your name, fairy?"

"Wanda…" she responded, speeding up again. By the time Tootie blurted out her proposition, Wanda had left the house all together.

"If you ever wanna talk, Wanda…"

A few weeks passed and Tootie had all but forgotten about the mysterious fairy named Wanda. Other, more pressing matters demanded her attention, namely her sister making her life miserable. Whenever she thought of Wanda, she only wished to be like her, to live the life of a fairy and be free to leave whenever she wanted. It must be great being a fairy because they had magic and whomever wielded it could show everyone who was boss. In fact, she couldn't think of a single problem a fairy had that it couldn't solve, in one way or another.

Unfortunately, while Tootie entertained daydreams of living as a fairy and banishing her sister through magic, they lasted only a moment before Vicky piled more chores on her. By the time she had finished her latest batch, the sun had sunk low and the only thought in her head was to relax on her bed.

Flinging her door open, Tootie prepared herself to collapse on her four poster, grab a picture of Timmy and sigh happily, but the problem was there was already someone there. As a matter of fact, said someone had already collapsed between the pillows and, judging from the tremendous sobs emanating, she was already almost as miserable if not more so than her. A tuft of pink hair below a floating golden crown told her immediately, joyfully, that Wanda had returned. However, her happiness was short-lived- how could she be happy around a creature that was so sad?

"Wanda?" Tootie called softly, tentative to rouse her. Technically, Wanda was in her room and trespassing, but Tootie wasn't one to hold it against her. Right now, she felt as though she were intruding.

Swallowing hard, Tootie shifted to examine her; the pink fairy's eyes were swollen with tears. This time, Wanda clutched a wand tightly, but if she'd come here of her own volition, then she couldn't possibly be as afraid as before. Tootie took slim comfort in that.

"I…I'm sorry, Tootie. I know I shouldn't have come here, but I couldn't stay in the castle with Cosmo or float in the fishbowl with Timmy playing video games. You understand, right?" Wanda smiled weakly, but the smile did not extend to her eyes, bleak and still swimming with tears.

Her simple statement sent a thousand questions soaring through Tootie's mind and they clamored to be asked. She really hadn't wanted to bother her, but now her curiosity overcame her.

"You live in a castle in a fishbowl? Aren't you a fairy? Why would you live like that? And who's Cosmo? You live with Timmy?" On the last word, she emitted another high pitched shriek, much like she had the last time Wanda spoke his name, and Wanda clapped her hands to her ears in self defense.

Realizing she'd become hyper again, she forced herself to calm. Sometimes, Tootie got ahead of herself and drove people away. While Wanda was technically not a 'people', she was the most interesting creature Tootie had had the fortune to encounter in a very long time.

"One question at a time, Tootie." Removing her hands from her ears, Wanda sighed heavily and glanced out the window. Tootie had the distinct impression she was looking for someone.

"How do you know my name?" Tootie murmured, aware she was adding to her list, but curiosity overwhelmed her. Were fairies omnipotent? What was it like to have one in your house? What powers did they possess? Were they immortal?

"I know a lot of things…" Wanda replied cryptically, appearing relieved when nothing materialized in front of her window.

"Who are you looking for?"

Rubbing her temples, Wanda indicated she stop standing, gawking at her, and sit beside her. Feeling oddly nervous, Tootie selected a spot next to Wanda and examined her closely. Upon her last inspection, she hadn't gained any more sleep and, if possible, she looked even more haggard.

"Please stop asking me so many questions, sweetie. I have a headache."

Hanging her head, Tootie murmured, "I'm sorry, Wanda."

Offering her a weak smile, Wanda replied. "It's all right, Deep Toot."

Tootie blushed, but refrained from asking her how she knew that.

"And I was looking for my husband, Cosmo." Tootie stared, wondering why Wanda had spoken his name with such a vengeance. A few dozen more questions popped into her head and she had to bite her lip to shut herself up.

"He's…been a little trying lately," Wanda explained. "Although that's really putting it mildly."

"Was he the one…" Tootie trailed off, preventing herself from voicing another question.

With difficulty, swallowing hard again, Wanda whispered, "Yes."

"But if he's your husband, why would he make you cry?" Tootie really wished she could stop, but her mouth was running ahead of her. Despite Wanda massaging her temple again, she refrained from chiding her again. Perhaps it was because Tootie had stopped shooting questions rapid fire. Or perhaps because she couldn't talk about this to anyone else.

Sighing for the second time, Wanda met her gaze. "Because he's been flirting with my sister in front of me. In fact, I'm starting to think he'll flirt with anything with female equipment that won't slap him, isn't underage or human.

"He's insulted me to my face, insinuated that he wished he were married to the Tooth Fairy instead of me or that he's tied down. He's acting like I kidnapped him, held a gun to his head, and then signed marriage papers. I can't even tell if he cares for me anymore or if he's staying because he can't think of any other way to spend his time. I'm some sort of television show that he hasn't got the remote to change.

"Everyone else, including Jorgen, the head of Fairy World, places the blame sorely on my shoulders. My husband may be an idiot, but I'm supposed to detect whenever he and my godson decide to wish for something dangerous and prevent it. I'm supposed to have this crystal ball and protect the world from whatever havoc they wreak. It doesn't matter if I can't, because I should have figured out a way to stop it. That's his logic- he doesn't have to care, he's not a godfather himself.

"Timmy's wishing for insanely stupid things, just because he can. I try to warn him that he's putting himself and anyone around in danger, but he snaps that I'm nagging too much. Whatever I say is about as important to him as it is to Cosmo- not very.

"I try and I end up shoved to the background. Nothing I do or say matters to them…"

Gazing at the bedspread morosely, Wanda hugged herself. One stray pink curl dangled over her right eye, but she made no motion to return it to the bun. Tootie's heart went out to her again, for enduring all that. She thought she had it hard with Vicky and Timmy not noticing her…

"I came here because I needed to be alone. I saw you doing Vicky's chores, so I figured you wouldn't be back for a while. I guess I misjudged your abilities."

Although Tootie recognized this as a compliment, she sensed there was still more lurking beneath the surface. To help Wanda along, Tootie tentatively hugged her, this time below her wings. Wanda smiled weakly, resting against Tootie's chest. Although she didn't hug her back, Tootie wasn't offended.

"I've been sneaking in here a lot for the past two weeks. Cosmo and Timmy don't think to look here, because why would I go somewhere where I might get caught? I'm sorry to be using your room like this, but…crying isn't exactly something I'm proud of…"

"He really hurt you…" Tootie whispered, not certain herself to whom she was referring. She idly stroked Wanda's curls.

"Please don't tell anyone I've been here..." Wanda murmured back, glancing at her wand and scowling. A few seconds later, she gently disentangled herself and stood, holding her wand tightly and gazing out the window again.

"You have to go." Rising to her feet, Tootie eyed the door, expecting Vicky to come bursting in now that Wanda was leaving.

"I'm afraid so, honey. Thank you…"

And with that, she vanished in a cloud of pink smoke.

Despite her comfort, Tootie didn't see Wanda for a good two months afterwards. Sometimes, when she arrived, Tootie pressed her fingers to her pillows, damp. Whatever the reasoning behind it, she started to worry. However, Tootie couldn't speak to anyone about Wanda, because the only other person who knew was Timmy and he was doing everything in his power to shove her away. What was she supposed to say, anyway? "I heard your fairy was very upset?"

After a while, though, she recognized the correlation between the pink and green animals trailing him. Pink was Wanda, often walking alongside him dully, like she'd lost heart, and green was Cosmo, ignoring the pink. Tootie had resisted the temptation to kick Cosmo many a time, not only because it'd reveal she knew Wanda, but because Timmy and Wanda might not like it. Even though Timmy resisted her, she desperately sought a way in.

Somehow, she imagined the same for Wanda. Occasionally, she trailed Timmy only to watch Wanda rub against Cosmo and then his either scratching her (if they were in cat form), throwing nuts at her (in squirrel form), or barking loudly at her. Tears formed in Wanda's eyes and she hung her head, only responding minimally when Timmy spoke to her. Months of rejection and avoidance had taken their toll on the pink fairy.

One day, Tootie was walking in the park when she stopped dead in her tracks. Wanda was a squirrel, looking like she'd love to disappear and forget her godson and husband. However, this was not what drew her. It was Timmy, pleading with her to speak to him.

"I just want to know what's going on with you and Cosmo!" Timmy snapped, frustrated. Tootie hung back behind a tree; for all intensive purposes, she was invisible. Unless Wanda said something extraordinary, she'd stay that way.

"There's nothing going on…" Wanda murmured faintly, barely audible.

"I wasn't born yesterday, Wanda. I know something's going on. You might think I'm selfish, but it doesn't take a genius to-" he fired, but Wanda interrupted.

"Timmy, please. I'm tired and I'm in no mood to discuss him."

"I wish you'd tell," he scowled, folding his arms across his chest. A surge of anger shot through Tootie's body- what right did Timmy have to order her around like that? Wanda was a fairy, not his servant. Didn't he have any respect at all?

"No." Judging by the awestruck expression on his face, Tootie sincerely doubted he'd expected Wanda to deny him. Tootie silently sided with Wanda, though- as much as she adored her pink hatted crush, he had a tendency to be brash and rude. If he couldn't see she didn't want to talk, why did he force her?

"You can't deny me a wish! That's against Da Rules!" he protested, pointing at her accusingly.

"Then tell Jorgen and have me taken away," Wanda responded softly, turning away. Both Tootie's and Timmy's mouths fell agape.

"Wanda, what's wrong?" Timmy exclaimed. Very gently, he reached out to touch her tail, but she jerked back as if burned. Tears shone in her eyes, but she dug her paws to drive them out.

"Why do you suddenly care? Are you afraid I'll stop granting you wishes? Are you afraid you'll stop having every single thing your heart desires?" Wanda spat, noticing Tootie. Tootie blinked; it looked like Wanda was having a mental breakdown. Whatever it was, Timmy's eyes flashed in anger.

"This isn't about wishes! This is about my caring about you!"

"Is it? Or is that you can't bear the thought of losing your magic totems? Do you really care about me?" Wanda said evenly, grasping her wand tightly. Tootie swallowed hard.

"Of course I care about you!" Timmy exploded. "You're my fairy godmother!"

"Then where were you months ago when I needed someone to talk to? Where were you when I was ignored and insulted? Where were you when I just wanted someone to stop caring about themselves for one damn second and think of someone else? Oh, that's right, you were with Cosmo, helping him. I don't need your false sympathy, Timmy."

With that, she poofed away, leaving Timmy slack jawed and Tootie sick to her stomach. She didn't like where this was heading…

When she walked into her room, she found Wanda sitting, staring blankly ahead. No tears flooded her eyes, but she figured she'd come too late to see them. Instead, she'd found the bleeding, trampled heart, still raw. Although she'd never known Cosmo personally, she hated him for doing this to her.

Cautiously, Tootie approached her. "Do you want to be alone?"

Wanda laughed hollowly. "I am alone. And I'm not kicking you out of your own room, sweetie."

"You look like you want your space," Tootie said, maintaining her distance.

"This is where I come to have my space." Wanda said simply, still not looking at her.

"What is going on with you and Cosmo?" Delicately, Tootie crossed the room to her bed and cradled her. The small fairy sighed sorrowfully, staring vacantly into space.

Slowly, her voice sounding like it came from a great distance and it didn't belong to her, Wanda responded, "Cosmo told me he doesn't love me anymore."

"What?" Vaguely, she recalled Wanda telling Timmy or the other way around that they'd been married 9, 895 years. How could you just drop someone like that, after all that time?

"He…said that he wishes he'd never married me and I'm just a waste of his time. He expressed a desire to pick up other women…and I…I…told him he had my blessings…"

Stunned, Tootie stared blankly ahead, much like the fairy on her lap. Wanda choked back tears.

"But what are you going to do now?" Tootie wondered.

"Wish I wasn't still in love with him…" she whispered and they fell into a heavy silence. Neither spoke for what felt like hours, but was in reality only ten minutes.

"I...I should go, Tootie…if I stay too long, Timmy might find a way to bring Vicky to a boil."

The pink fairy vanished, rendering Tootie's arms hopelessly empty.

The next time she visited her, two years had passed. Tootie had progressed beyond Timmy, finally figuring if he didn't notice her, he wasn't ever going to. Instead, she threw herself headlong into the arts and prayed they'd be her savior. Tootie was the maestro of drawing, writing, and loneliness. No one befriended her, too afraid of Vicky, and somehow, Tootie cared little. As long as she had her mind, she needed nothing else.

Wanda paled every time she saw her. Timmy, despite what she'd witnessed before, continued to express concern over her well-being, but she never answered him. She withdrew further and further, alive in the sense that she breathed and granted wishes, but nothing more.

Flinging herself on her bed like normal after two hours of after school activities and chores, Tootie nearly crushed her. While she apologized like mad, Wanda merely shook her head. She thought Wanda might have actually longed for an end, if only through death by suffocation. This thought disturbed Tootie.

"I found him with my anti fairy self," Wanda breathed, blinking furiously. "They were…well…you know…"

Tootie didn't have to ask what an anti fairy was to know it was horrible. She didn't even have to find out the rest of the sentence. There were no more words left in Tootie and no more tears left in Wanda. Wanda was empty, drained of everything that gave her joy.

"Did you tell Timmy?" Tootie said finally, listening to Wanda struggle against an outburst of some sort.

"I didn't have to. He was with me…"

"Oh."

Swallowing hard, Wanda said, "I'm getting a divorce."

Glancing at her watch, Wanda sighed. Without saying it, she simply nodded at Tootie and the pink fairy vanished again. Tootie's room was a place to crash, never to stay. At least Wanda trusted her enough to crash and burn in front of her.

Two years passed and then two more. Timmy walked around now with a green squirrel and a blue creature he apparently disliked, because he glowered at her a lot. Whenever she spoke to him, he'd give her a look to kill and then tell her in no uncertain terms that if she continued shooting off her mouth, he might be forced to take more drastic measures. He'd then mutter something about Wanda, but no one else reacted, other than Cosmo, who visibly flinched.

Wanda herself hadn't been seen since the day she last spoke with Tootie. Every so often, Tootie would look around, find nothing, and then quit searching. She honestly never expected to see the creature again- Timmy didn't either. Thanks to her absence, he was becoming sullen and moody. Tootie would empathize, but she discovered she cared little. He hadn't noticed her, despite the rest of the school trailing after her and not Trixie Tang and she doubted he ever would.

Opening her locker, a note fell out and fairy dust swirled around it. Curious, a now sixteen year old Tootie scooped it up off the floor and began to read.

Dear Tootie,

I know you haven't heard from me in four years and you won't again after this. I've decided to stop godparenting and live in exile. My divorce has left me bitter and disgusted. Don't look for me - I don't plan on returning.

However, I did want to thank you for being there for me, whether or not you were physically present. Giving me your room and letting me talk was the greatest gift anyone could have done and I appreciate it immensely. When no one cared, you were there to listen, even if you hardly knew me.

I thought I knew what love was, once upon a time. I thought I was in love with Cosmo and I guess I'll never get over him. But he got over me a long time ago and I have to deal with it.

Seeing him in bed with my counterpart shattered me, emotionally and psychologically. He left me for her…the stupider version of me. You can't even comprehend how much that hurt. And, for the most part, I'm glad you didn't try. I have enough on my plate without your sympathies.

Don't worry about me. While I can hardly say I'm happy now, I'm not there anymore. I don't have to take the abuse, insults, and everything else. I'm free…

Thank you again, Tootie.

All my love,

Wanda

Shutting her locker and gently storing the note for safekeeping, Tootie walked away.

Wanda stared up at the night sky and hugged her knees to her chest. Somewhere, down on Earth, her ex husband was looking at the same view. And, sometime in the past, they shared it together…