AVAVA

( Author's Note )

VAVAV

Completely Tootie Centric, but its something.

As always, I don't own Fairly OddParents, nor do I obtain any money for doing it, whether by donation or paycheck. Meaning: I do this solely for fun.

AVAVA

( Tootie Summers )

VAVAV

Tootie leaned against the wall outside Timmy's room, tears streaming down her face. How could she have not been effected? The love of her life was on the other side of this door. Abandoned and feeling alone. Not knowing if he should accept that she would continue to be with him. Having to trust that Vicki would remain with them. Normally, it shouldn't have been a difficult decision.

Everyone knew about her devotion to the boy.

Knew that she would follow that boy to the ends of the Earth, if need be. That she would do anything just to be near him.

Knew that she had devoted most of her life to following the boy around. Chasing a boy who was not interested in girls yet. Befriending him when she had wanted so much more than to be his friend, but that she would settle for anything that she could get. Chester and A.J. had made it more difficult, with the jeers about how she would try to kidnap him, if he allowed her to be close. Of course, she liked to think that they had been joking, but she couldn't be entirely sure.

Even through all that, how could the boy trust her?

Then there was Vicki. At one point in time, thinking that she would be kind, caring, or would otherwise do anything that would make things better.

No one would have imagined that Victoria Summers would have wept at the boys attempts at his own life. Each time, she had wept, because she had felt guilt for what she had done to the boy in the past. Or at least that was what she said.

People would laugh at her if she told them, that Vicki had about broken down after watching the boy struggle up the stairs. Because it would sound to insane. Victoria Summers was known for making people cry, not crying herself.

How could he believe?

When his parents... his parents...

Tootie covered her mouth as she sobbed, as she thought about it. The two people in the world that was supposed to love him. Take care of him. To never leave him, and they just... left him.

No, they didn't leave.

They abandoned him.

They called him horrible things. Called him a freak.

What kind of parent would do that?

Tootie pushed herself up from sitting against the wall. It had been about thirty minutes since Timmy had given up throwing things, since she heard the loud thud in the room. The only thing that had kept her from running into the room, was the fact that she heard him right himself. Also, she had heard him talking to himself about what he should do. Since he wasn't hurt, at least physically. She decided to leave him to his thoughts, though she didn't move far from the boy's room. Not in case he needed her, called for her. In hope that he would call for her.

She knew he was sad. She knew that he needed comfort. Though, she was sure that he was afraid to ask for what he actually wanted, for fear it would be denied or taken from him. At least, that's what she thought. She didn't know, but after what his parents had done, it wouldn't be strange to think that others might do the same thing. She reached out for the knob, and hesitated a moment.

What if he yelled at her in anger? Even if he didn't mean it now, he would regret it later. That would make it worse for him.

What if he didn't want her in there?

Could she handle that for his sake?

She knew that he was hurting. Knew that he was sad and depressed. Knew he was in pain. Knew he needed comfort. She also needed comfort. Yes, it sounded selfish. However, she knew that if she could get him to allow her to comfort him, she would receive comfort as well.

She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, and turned the knob.

Tootie had been in Timmy's room innumerable times since before his accident. She had seen his room when it was a wreck after looking for something. Seen it when he was upset and had tossed things. This time, it just felt different. It looked the same as some of those incidents, though it just felt different. As if she could feel the rage.

"Timmy?" Her voice was soft,almost didn't make a sound. She was afraid that any thing louder than a whisper might upset him.

"Mmm?" He made a noncommittal noise. He looked down to the floor from sitting on the side of his bed. He didn't even bother looking up.

"Can I... you know... over there...?" Tootie asked not able to voice what she wanted. Voice that she wanted to hold him. That she wanted to show that she would be with him always, that he didn't need to fear her leaving.

"Can you?" He asked still looking at the floor.

She moved over to him swiftly stopping right next to him. She didn't bother speaking as she knelt down in front of him. She looked up at his tear streaked face, that matched her own. Her arms wrapped around his waist and she buried her face in his stomach. She didn't know what she could possibly say to him to try to tell him that it would be alright.

How do you tell someone that everything was going to be okay, if they were having issues believing that everything truly would be okay?

She stayed that way for what felt like hours, even though she knew it had just been a matter of minutes. Finally, she pulled her head away form his stomach, even if she felt content. Had felt content, since Timmy's fingers had started running through her hair. He loved her. She had always known that he had loved her. She had no problems believing that. Though, sometimes she worried that he didn't think that he deserved her love in return.

"Timmy. I love you. You know I do right?" She started and was having issues with stopping. She was afraid that if she stopped she'd lose her nerve. "I love you, no matter what happened. What will happen. Timothy, I love you. I have since we were little. And I need you to understand that... that... no matter what. I won't go anywhere. I don't want to go anywhere. Vicki wants to be here with you. Yes! Vicki. She was crying because of this. Because you're hurting."

"That's not..."

"Yes! Timmy. She cares. I know." Tootie threw her hands up in the air, "It's crazy, I was shocked too. But she really cares, and I care. Your parents are asses, Timmy. Not worth your time. They left. They spent your childhood leaving, disappointing you, Abandoning you!" She was crying now. "But now? Now? It's over. They can't leave you again! They can't hurt you again. They left, they signed the house over to Vicki and they can't come back only to leave you again. We will protect you. We promise."