This story was inspired by an episode from the British Television Series RED DWARF. Usual disclaimer: I don't own either FOP or RD, but I sure wish I had Fairy Godparents when I was a kid...

Chapter One

Timmy Turner was not exactly in the best of moods today. Vicky Flannigan (yes, 'Icky with a V') had been baby-sitting him, or more accurately, continuing her reign of terror on him. Vicky had taken all of Timmy's comic books and put them in a wood chipper that she had brought over from her house. And as Cosmo and Wanda (Timmy's Fairy Godparents) were currently in Fairy World at the direction of Jorgen Von Strangle, Timmy couldn't pull the 'fish head' wish on her like he did the last time Vicky mulched up his posessions.

"Well, Twerp", Vicky said gleefully after mulching every one of Timmy's comics, "now you have nothing distracting you from doing your chores!".

With that, Vicky placed a dog-collar around Timmy's neck, and with a leash attached to the collar, proceeded to drag Timmy out of his room, down the stairs, and into the kitchen.

Timmy at first wasn't too concerned as he had washed up the dishes in the kitchen earlier in the day, but when he entered the kitchen, he saw what Vicky had done.

"All of your dishes looked a little too clean, Twerp", Vicky gloated, "so I remedied that!".

Timmy saw that Vicky had dumped a whole sack of manure all over the stack of clean dishes, and on the kitchen floor. It was filthy, and it stank. Vicky threw a shovel at him.

"Now get cleaning, Twerp!" she ordered, "I'm going to be in the living room watching TV, and if it is not done to my satisfaction, then I'm going to use the wood chipper on other things!

With that, she left the kitchen whistling cheerfully, leaving Timmy holding a shovel in the midst of the manure pile. Trying hard not to breathe through the nose, Timmy started cleaning up the filth that Vicky made.

"That shrew really loves making life miserable", Timmy muttered as he cleaned. That really was an understatement. With no morals and no loyalties except to her twin 'gods' of money and power, Vicky put new heights on the definitions of 'sadistic' and 'evil'.

It took nearly two hours for Timmy to finally get the kitchen re-cleaned. The manure was taken out through the back door and deposited on the back yard flower bed, so at least something would benefit from it. He had just finished putting the last of the dishes away when Vicky came back in.

"So, having fun, Twerp?" Vicky asked with an evil cackle.

"What do you think, Vicky?" Timmy replied tartly. Vicky grabbed Timmy by the shirt and yanked him up to her face.

"You don't ask questions around here, Twerp!", she shouted, "you're here to do as I tell you, and if you don't..." she finished off by slapping him across the face, then dropping him to the floor.

"If there was any justice in this world, you'd suffer for what you did", Timmy stated while rubbing his cheek.

"But I'm not!", Vicky replied as he pulled Timmy to his feet by his hair, "as long as I don't leave a mark, your idiot parents will believe me, not you!". She punctuated this sentence by punching Timmy in the stomach. Timmy folded up, winded by the blow.

Timmy was dimly aware of Vicky walking over him and over to the sink.

"Now, what can I mess up here?" she asked rhetorically. Just then, there was the sound of a car horn in the driveway.

"It's your idiot parents!" Vicky said as she hauled Timmy to his feet. After yanking him into the living room, she quickly checked Timy to make sure that there were no tell-tale marks of her abuse, then she hugged him - tight!

"Remember, Twerp", Vicky said into his ear, "if you don't want your intestines ripped out with a fork, we had fun and we both did the chores!".

"Hi, Timmy. Hi, Vicky", Mr. and Mrs. Turner said as they walked into the house. They looked at Vicky, who was still hugging Timmy.

"Oh, Timmy!", Vicky said with sachrine sweetness, "we had so much fun. Now that your parents are here, its time for me to go". Letting Timmy go (just before he could pass out from being bear-hugged), Vicky walked up to Mr. Turner, holding out her hand.

As Mr. Turner gave Vicky a wad of bills, Mrs. Turner went into the kitchen, then came back out a few seconds later.

"The kitchen is beautiful, Vicky, and I see that you've also spread manure onto the plants in the back", she said.

"I don't mind doing the work", Vicky lied, "it keeps me busy".

"That must explain the wood chipper here in the house", Mr. Turner noted.

"Well in that case, here's a little extra money for your trouble", Mrs. Turner replied, handing over some more cash.

With a "See you tomorrow", Vicky left the house, pulling the wood chipper with her. Timmy didn't even speak. He knew from long and bitter experience that his parents wouldn't listen.

"These late days of ours does mean that we won't be home often", Mr. Turner said to Timmy apologetically, "but at least with a conscientous baby-sitter like Vicky, you won't be alone".

Timmy just nodded and went upstairs. Over the last week, both of his parents have had to work overtime to pay off back taxes from a recent IRS audit. It meant that they both would not get back usually before seven PM, which meant putting up with Evil Vicky for four hours each day for most of the week.

In his room, he just went to his bed and laid down. He was so fed up with Vicky's vindictive streak, but he also knew that he was not alone with that sentiment. Every other child she baby-sat suffered as well, and at her house, Vicky ruled over her parents and her younger sister Tootie with an iron fist.

He didn't know just how long he lay there brooding, but with a POOF, Cosmo and Wanda poofed into existance over him. Both looked exhausted.

"Oh, my aching wings", Cosmo moaned as he fell to the floor. Wanda plopped down beside him moaning as well.

"Jorgen gave you a hard time?" Timmy asked, concerned at seeing his fairy godparents looking so drained.

"Yeah, he was extra mean today", Cosmo replied, "You realy have no idea".

"I think I do", Timmy replied. He proceeded to tell them about what Vicky had pulled. Cosmo and Wanda - despite their tiredness - sympathized with Timmy.

"Vicky is so evil, she could give the Anti-Fairies lessons in meanness", Wanda said as she raised her wand and poof-ed Timmy's comics back into their pre-mulched condition.

"Why can't parents see just how evil and money-grubbing she really is?" Timmy asked.

"Because she's careful enough to know what to get away with. That, plus making sure that her parents keep quiet, means she can get away with almost anything, providing that she's not caught in the act", Wanda answered.

"Maybe Jorgen should have had her instead of us", Cosmo opined as he flew back up off the floor.

"Don't bet on it", Timmy replied, "Vicky is so cruel and heartless, its a fair bet that she would be making Jorgen suffer instead!"

Despite their tiredness, Cosmo and Wanda chuckled some at that. It was funny, but just funny enough to be true, given that the Tooth Fairy can really make life hell on Jorgen if she got angry enough.

"Well, there's got to be something that can give Vicky a taste of her own medicine", Timmy ventured.

"You have to be careful though, Sweetie", Wanda acknowledged, "because remember the times that you tried? When you wished to be her baby sitter, she ended up getting us for a while, and when you wished her to be nice, she let loose that evil bug that wreaked havoc".

"So do you have any suggestions?" Timmy asked. It was a unfortunate part of his wishing that a lot of it backfired.

"Well, lets take a look at 'Da Rules' and see what can be allowed, given that we can't maim or kill her", Cosmo said, poofing up the big book that was the 'guide book' for fairies.

Cosmo and Wanda looked up the relevent section of 'Da Rules' that pertained to permissable ways of dealing with bullies. Timmy sat on his bed, watching them both read the book. After a couple of minutes, Wanda looked up with a smile.

Using her wand to float Timmy over to the book, she indicated with her finger a subsection titled 'Justice Field'. Timmy quickly scanned through the subsection, then looked up at Wanda.

"This would be perfect to make Vicky suffer the appropriate consequences", he said, "and it looks like there aren't any potential problems with using it".

"Not that we can see", Wanda agreed.

"So make the wish!" Cosmo urged.

"Very well, when Vicky returns tomorrow night, I wish that the Justice Field was in place around this house". POOF.