CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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Being left out on the road in the heat provides ample opportunity to examine your life and the choices you made. Being told by a murderous psychopath that you were just one step away from being a lunatic yourself is another way to force you to examine your priorities, and this is what Francis Walker, the grey skinned bully, the terror of Dimmsdale Elementary, school was doing,

"I am NOTHING like Remy Buxaplenty," said Francis to himself, "I am NOT a killer. I just bully people." He paused with pride. "And I'm not just any bully; I follow a carefully executed plan of bullying. I even have a schedule for doing this."

"Just like Buxaplenty himself had a plan and schedule for murdering Turner", said a voice inside him.

This went on and on; Arguing with himself and wrestling with this conscious that had recently developed inside him. Finally, the concious won, and Francis knew what he had to do.

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The paramedics had arrived and they were getting Timmy out of the cellar. Everyone was there now, Mr. Clark, A.J., Chester, and Mom and Dad Turner. Mrs. Turner ran up to Timmy on the stretcher with tears in her eyes.

"Honey," said Mrs. Turner, "are you okay?"

"Yeah," said Timmy rather weakly. He smiled but they could tell it was forced. Then Mom noticed something.

"Timmy, sweetheart, you've been crying," said his mother very upset , "you must be really hurt."

Before Timmy could answer A.J. spoke up,

"Yes ma'am, he is. Remy Buxaplenty tried to kill him. He broke Timmy's arm and leg and hit him in the ribs and just locked him in that cellar."

Mrs. Turner put her hand over her mouth, and Mr. Turner came up beside her and put his hand around his wife. He looked down at his son. He had a look of worry on his face himself.

"Son," said Dad,"I'm sorry we left you alone." He paused. "We had no idea that this would happen."

"I know, Dad," said Timmy who was clutching his pink hat in his hand. One of the paramedics tried to take it from his hand which caused Timmy to pull it closer to him.

"Sir," said Mr. Turner, "could he hold on to that hat. I realize he can't wear it because you want to check his head, but he loves that thing."

The paramedic just rolled his eyes. "I've seen everything now. A boy with a girly hat."

"Hey," said A.J., sharply, "your job is to help my friend, not make editorial comments on his sense of fashion."

Everybody looked at the brilliant kid, stunned. Usually he was not so blunt, but it did silence the paramedic.

Mr. and Mrs. Turner came up to A.J. Timmy's mom hugged him with tears in her eyes.

"Thank you A.J., for saving my little boy's life."

"Thanks A.J.," said Mr. Turner, as well, and choking back some tears, "I don't know what we'd do if....,"

A.J. nodded, "You're welcome. I'm glad Timmy is okay."

Both Chester and A.J. approached the stretcher that held Timmy.

"Dude," said Chester, "you going to be okay"

Timmy noticed that a green watch with pink hour hand and a blue minute hand appeared on his wrist. Timmy smiled. A.J. smiled and winked.

"I'm fine, now," said Timmy.

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At the hospital, they checked Timmy over. Two of his ribs were cracked in addition to the broken arm and leg. He, also, had a mild concussion so they wanted keep him in the hospital for a few days. There were, also, a bunch of visitors coming in and out. Everyone was concerned about Timmy, even the popular kids and everyone was shocked that Remy Buxaplenty tried to murder him. Remy still hadn't been found, but Francis had turned himself in and verified Timmy's story.

After the visitors left and when Timmy was alone, Jorgen, Cosmo, Wanda, Poof, and Juandissimo poofed into the room. Timmy's godfamily came up to him and hugged him.

"Honey," said Wanda, "I'm glad you're okay. We were so worried."

"Yes, we were," said Jorgen, "I'm sorry this happened to you Timmy. But don't worry, Turner" Jorgen glared at Juandissimo. "I'll take care of all of the ones responsible."

Juandissimo hung his head, and said, "I am so sorry, Timmy."

"You should have thought of that" said Jorgen very angrily, "before you revealed yourself to that lunatic." A pause. "Perhaps Abracatraz prison is appropriate for you."

"Wait a minute, Jorgen," said Timmy, "don't get mad at Juandissimo. He had no idea this would happen."

"But," said Wanda, "Timmy he IS still responsible." Wanda glared at the latin fairy she used to date at one time. "It's partially his fault."

Timmy took a breath, and said, "The only thing Juandissimo is guilty of is the same thing I was guilty of. He felt bad for Remy." Timmy paused. "He, also, was just being a godfather who cared about his godkid." Timmy paused. "Cosmo, Wanda, you know that feeling better than anyone."

Cosmo and Wanda nodded. Even Jorgen seemed seemed to consider.

"Okay, Turner," said Jorgen, "I'll consider this. I'm glad you're alive, even if you ARE a pain in my butt."

Timmy laughed a bit. Then turned serious.

"You know, Juandissimo," said Timmy, "I'll bet you were surprised when you saw Remy."

Juandissimo looked puzzled. "What do you mean, Timmy?"

"Well, you know, his growth spurt, he's gotten really big."

The latin fairy looked even more mystified, and said,

"Timmy, are you so small that you consider 2 inches to your height a growth spurt."

It was now Timmy's turn to be surprised.

"But," said the brown haired boy, "he's gotten really big and muscular. He's gotten almost as big as Francis."

"Not the last time I saw him," said Juandissimo.

"He must have had a really big growth spurt since then."

"In three days?"

All of them looked at each other very worried.

"Then," said Timmy, "how did get so big?"

"There is only one explanation," said Jorgen, "magic, but who on Earth would do that?

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Across from the hospital, a shadowy figure joined another shadowy finger. The second shadowy figure snapped his fingers, and the first figure became somewhat smaller.

"Hey," the now smaller first figure.

"You knew the terms of the deal, Buxaplenty," said the shadowy figure, "you had to help me get revenge on Turner." He paused. "And when I said revenge, you lunatic, I didn't mean killing him, I meant taking his idiot fairies away from him. I wanted revenge on that moron Chester too, but you messed that up with your insanity."

Remy paused. "So what do we do?"

"Here's what we do, I take the lead. I should have know better than to trust some idiot human. Will I never learn."

"But," said Remy, "I thought you wanted to keep a low profile, and not let Jorgen notice you?"

"I did,' said Norm as he stepped out of the shadows, "but a genie's got to do what a genie's got to do."

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A.J. visited Timmy in the hospital. Timmy was glad to see him.

"Is it safe to talk," said A.J..

Timmy nodded, "Yeah, Cosmo, Wanda and Poof went shopping for diapers" He smiled. "For Cosmo."

A.J. smiled. "You have a very interesting godfamily, Timmy."

"I know," said Timmy. He paused. "How about Francis turning himself in?"

"Yeah," said A.J., "Because he did that they're going to go easy on him in Juvie." He paused. "There's even talk from the school coach about him playing football if he behaves himself."

"That's one way he can deal with his aggression," said Timmy, "and it means maybe he won't pound me as much."

Both boys laughed.

Then Timmy turned serious, "Thanks, buddy for saving my life. You say I'm brave, but it took a lot of guts for you to try to find me."

"Thanks," said A.J., "coming from you, that means a lot." A pause. "Well, I've got to go back home, I've got a test tomorrow, and oh, don't worry, I'll get your homework to you. They release you tomorrow don't they?"

"Yeah"

"See you tomorrow, then."

"See you," said Timmy. After A.J. left, he relaxed in his bed, happy that there would be a tomorrow.

THE END for now.