As usual, I don't own any of these characters; they were created by Butch Hartman (unless otherwise noted). The music groups and songs, however, are mine.

Don't bother suing me; my army of loyal prostitutes will destroy you.

A couple continuity notes to make here: 1) No Poof. I have nothing against the little lovable ball, but the story won't work with him, so I took him out. 2) Vicky is slightly less cruel to Tootie. 3) They are in junior high now. 4) No Doidle. In this world, Vicky never had a dog; trust me, you will thank me for this later.

Now, enjoy. Read, review.

Chapter 1: Dream's Ending (Destiny's Beginning)

Timmy was confused about why he wasn't ecstatic. After all, here he was, with the girl of his dreams, the elusively popular and pretty Trixie Tang at the Homecoming Dance. Sure, the school team, the Dimmsdale Victims lost – again – and the dance ended at 9 pm because it was a Thursday night dance, but he just accepted it as part of the dance. The odd part was why, after all these years of pursuing the "love of his live", he just wished that the clock would strike nine now instead of waiting.

Not that he had much of a choice; his fairy godparents were taking the night off, celebrating their anniversary. Depending on which one was asked, it was either their 1,037th anniversary or time for pudding.

Trixie was even more attractive than usual, wearing an emerald green ball gown that hinting at the curves developing on her. He, in turn, was wearing a white tuxedo with pink pinstripes, wished up as a present. She agreed to go with him to the dance, partly to shake things up on the popularity charts – they had grown too insular for her tastes – and mostly out of curiosity; find out what the pink-hatted boy was like. And now she knew, as he knew about her. They were thinking the same thing at this moment; nice person, but no spark there.

He didn't want to say anything that might hurt her feelings, so he kept his nagging feelings to himself. She felt a little awkward, but she knew she would have to say address the elephant in the room.

"Timmy, "she began. "You're a nice guy, but it's clear we weren't meant for each other." She looked at him, hoping that she didn't hurt him too much. Even if he's hurt, I know what will make him feel better, even if he protests.

Timmy looked back at her and pleasantly surprised her by responding, "Um, yeah. I was thinking the same thing. You're a nice girl, and I didn't want to say anything, but I don't know why we don't click. I mean, I've been chasing you since we were in kindergarten, and now that we're here …" he stopped. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."

She smiled. Sweet boy. "Well, I started us talking. I want us to be friends though."

He looked at her, not sure how to respond. It was the classic "let's just be friends" speech, but that wasn't what bothered him. The confusing part was that they were still of different social classes. "How will the other popular kids deal with that?" he asked, harsher than he intended.

Slightly taken aback by the harshness, she continued. "Not my problem. They'll adjust. But there is something I want from you before this night is over."

Timmy was very confused. What did she want? A kiss? Strangely, that did not appeal to him as much as he felt it should have. Nervously, he asked, "What's that?"

She glanced behind him at the girl at the punch bowl, then continued. "A dance. I want you to have one dance, " she motioned with her head to the girl behind him, "with her."

Timmy turned around and realized she meant that "her" was Tootie. She was drinking the official Dimmsdale Jr. High School Punch Flavored Punch™ while wearing a black and grey strapless dress of her own; if he didn't know better, he would swear it was like her usual school outfit but somehow … sexier, damn it, stop thinking like that! That's Tootie! He had seen her a couple times that night, where she was always talking with people, but never dancing. Was Trixie trying to make him miserable?

As if knowing what he was thinking, Trixie continued. "She's been watching you all night. And trying to melt me with her heat-ray vision." She turned her shoulder to show the scorch marks on the dress straps. "And more importantly, you've been watching her."

He was embarrassed, and a little insulted; even he knows to not watch other girls on a date. "Sure, I saw her a couple times, but come on. She's my friend. I'm here with you."

She smiled. Sweet boy, but so incredibly DUMB. "You didn't realize you were, but I'm a girl. I notice these things. Besides, "she smiled wickedly. "I'm still your date, which means if I want you to dance, you have to dance. It just so happens you have to dance with her."

He looked back at Tootie, her back turned to them, drinking her punch. I suppose one dance couldn't hurt. What's the worst that could happen? I'll just walk up to her, wearing that dress, going down to her legs, wrapping around her hips, hugging that nice, tight, squeezable … focus Timmy. Just walk up and ass … ask her. There was just one problem.

"She'll think I'm just doing this because you dumped me or something. It'll look bad. How do I get her to come over here?"

Trixie smiled wickedly again. She held her throat and, in a perfect impersonation of his voice, yelled out, "Tootie. Come here." Tootie quickly turned around and Timmy nervously smiled as she walked over.

"Hi Timmy," she cheerfully said. She then looked at Trixie. The heat vision not working, she tried an icy glare. "Miss Tang."

Trixie felt a little insulted, but understood. "Timmy has something he wants to ask you."

Timmy nervously stammered. "Um, uh, Tootie, want um, to dance?" Tootie looked at him, then at Trixie. He's with "The Love of His Life". Why is he asking me to dance? And in front of her? She glanced at Trixie, who smiled and nodded slightly, giving the clear signal that however the date was going, he was all Tootie's now.

She calmly took his hand and pulled him off his chair and led him to the dance floor, as the last song started – the power ballad by 5 Days to Midnight, "The End of Forever".

They danced a slow dance to the lyrics, not talking, just holding each other.

I won't lie and promise only good days ahead

Some roses are blue, some violets are red

And I know there'll be days when my heart screams out "Never"

But I'll only love you until the end of forever

As the long song continued, he tuned out the lyrics, the scene, and even the fact that he started this night walking in the gym with Trixie. Only this dance mattered. I could get used to this, he smiled internally. As the music stopped, he felt a sense of contentment, followed by a sense of dread. Should I try to kiss her? Should I say something? Actually, I think I should duck! As he did, he barely missed the punch coming right for his face.

He looked at the arm the fist was attached to and saw Vicky with fire in her eyes, at an intensity he had never seen before. She pushed him away from Tootie and over the table. She then grabbed his throat and held him off the ground.

"YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN AND I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" she screamed, gripping his throat tighter. Timmy had seen Vicky angry before many times – it was a game to him – but never like this, especially in public. There was no doubt in his mind that she meant every word she said.

He choked out, "We were just dancing. That's all." He heard Tootie crying and running off.

Vicky dropped him suddenly, a strange look of remorse in her eyes. Almost as if she was just now realizing what was going on. She ran off after Tootie while Timmy lay on the ground, enjoying his chance to breathe freely again.

On the other side of the dance floor, Veronica came up to Trixie, smiling. "Well, good to see that loser got what was coming to him. Imagine the nerve of him, thinking he was as good as us."

Trixie was enraged at the comment. She got to know him. He wasn't popular, probably would never be, but he was worthy of respect; after all, he was brave enough to ask her to the dance after being rejected for years (to the point that he was on first name basis with her security staff), and then was too nice to accept that he was looking at a different girl during the date, and then was brave enough to dance with that girl.

"Drop it, Veronica," she coolly said.

Not all blondes are dumb. Not all blondes are clueless. Veronica, however, was. She continued voicing her indignation. "Drop what? The fact that that nobody even showed up? Homecoming is supposed to be for us popular kids, not wastes of space like him. Why didn't your security throw him out? And throw out the slut girl he was dancing with too."

"I said drop it. Now." Trixie was feeling her fury rise. Whatever that redhead was on, it seems to be catching.

Veronica looked at her, angry at her friend's disagreeableness. "Like, don't you agree with me? They're just dumb dogs that need to be spayed and neutered before they breed."

Trixie had had enough. She suddenly back-handed Veronica across the face hard enough to knock her down, leaving a big red mark on her cheek. Gearing up, she nailed Veronica in the chest with a push kick, slamming her on her back and wincing in pain. The crowd watched this show of violence, scaring Trixie. They just saw her attacking one of the other popular kids for insulting two unpopular ones. What was going to happen now?

To her pleasant surprise, the room cheered, chanting Trixie's name. This is true power, the power to stand up for what is right, she thought.

When Timmy got home and laid down for bed, Cosmo and Wanda were there, floating over the fishbowl that was their home. They smiled at their godson.

"So Timmy, how was the dance?" Cosmo asked, holding a bowl of pudding.

"Weird," he responded. "I went with Trixie, and thought it'd be great. But the only thing I really liked was my dance with Tootie." He paused and gulped. "Until Vicky went psycho and threatened to kill me."

Wanda and Cosmo looked at each other, thinking the same thing. Uh oh. Cosmo responded first. "She always does that. That's why she had you dig your own grave. Three times. I even have pictures." He pulled out the pictures of the three grave sites, with him posing in each of them. Two of them were goofy grins, and the third was him laying down, holding a sign that read, "Vicky did this! And she shot Kennedy."

Timmy looked at the pictures and smiled, but then got serious. "Not like this. I mean, I never saw her like that. I really think she was going to do it. It was like something snapped in her, and I don't even know why. We were just dancing."

Wanda was even more concerned. This is bad. Real bad. She tried to be calming. "Well, how was dancing with Tootie?"

Timmy smiled, thinking of the dance, of holding her. "It was good. I mean, I thought I was going to be with Trixie, but we didn't click. She had me dance with Tootie, and it felt … I don't know, it felt 'right' somehow. Almost like …" he paused, thinking of what he was about to say. Afraid that if he said it out loud, it was real.

Cosmo smiled. "Like what, Timmy?"

Timmy looked back. "Almost like maybe I've been chasing the wrong girl all along."

Wanda smiled at that. Knowing all she knew, she was glad to see Timmy at least thinking about Tootie. "Maybe you have, sport. But you're still young. You have time to sort it all out."

Timmy laid on his bed, drifting off to sleep. "Yeah, I suppose. But even as confused as I am, I know it'll get better." He fell fast asleep.

Wanda looked at him sadly, thankful he did not hear her response. "I'm sorry, sport, but it gets worse. It gets a lot worse."