Chapter 6 - Rogue Wrap-Up

It's the dream of many a young man: girls banging your door down, wanting to get a piece of you. Unfortunately for Timmy, it's just one girl knocking at his bedroom door, and judging from her half-crazed laughter, it's possible that Trixie may really want a piece of him.

"Timmy, I just want to talk to you!" All the boy can do is bar himself against the door.

"Oh, man. I liked it better when she ignored me." The young man's legs start to buckle against the rattling barrier.

"Trixie. I'd appreciate it if you didn't break my son's door." Ah, good ol' mom.

Footsteps grow further and quieter. Timmy slowly falls to the floor. He starts to laugh nervously.

Wanda floats to him. "Are you all right, Timmy?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." He pants a little. For the first time since Trixie's onslaught, he notices that the finder is beeping faster. He gets up and walks toward the window. The beeps are slower. He paces back to the door and the beeps speed up once more.

"The signal seems to be stronger on this side. The rogue must be close by."

"Great. But how are you going to get past your fan club?" Cosmo jerks a thumb toward the door.

"I...don't know."

A 'ping' sound interrupts Timmy's train of thought. It does not go unnoticed by the boy. He crouches down and looks outside his door. One of the door hinge pins is on the floor. Timmy's eyes widen.

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Trixie knew a thing or two about getting into locked rooms...or, at least, the person she was now becoming did. She holds a hammer in one hand and a nail in the other. The girl kneels and sticks the nail into the hinge. She taps it a few times with the hammer. With one big tap, she knocks the pin out. Mrs. Turner didn't want the door broken, but, apparently, taking it off its hinges is fair game.

Another creepy laugh escapes her lips.

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"Ready or not, here I come!"

Timmy rushes away from the door. He backs toward the window, the finder tightly in his grasp.

"Cosmo, Wanda, I wish I was out of here." He requests this in a whisper, so as to preserve his secret.

With a dual wave of wands, the three of them disappear. The door is taken from the entry way. Trixie rushes in, filled with elation. She looks around for any signs of life.

"Aw! Where could he be!"

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Timmy heads down the street, several blocks from his house. He holds the finder in front of him, the fast beeps continuing. Cosmo and Wanda trail behind him, incognito as a pair of pigeons.

"I think we've got him, guys." He smiles at his companions.

Wanda looks a little tired. "I hope...so. We've been flying...pretty fast."

"Come on. We could all use a little exercise."

The boy turns a corner, followed by the birds. Timmy stops and takes a whiff of his surroundings. "Whoa. That's rank."

"Well, don't look at me." Cosmo stops flying and puts his wings up defensively.

"No, it's..." Timmy looks to his left. Across the street is a junkyard. On the property are several wrecked automobiles, old refrigerators (as well as some of their boxes), bicycles missing wheels and handlebars and, apparently, some garbage.

"Man, I'd hate for..." The beeps from the finder are twice as fast as they ever were. "Perfect."

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Timmy walks cautiously on the property of the junkyard. One can never tell if it's being guarded by vicious attack dogs who subsist solely on meat...regardless of how it's prepared.

Cosmo and Wanda, still in birdly form, follow closely behind. The boy hears a light rattling noise behind him. He darts his head around. A tin can falls to the ground. He breathes a sigh of relief.

"Cosmo, Wanda...", he whispers. "How can I catch a fairy?"

"Well, sweetie, the most effective method for catching a fairy has always been...a butterfly net."

Timmy starts to snicker. "Are you serious?"

"Hey, don't laugh. Those things are like our kryptonite." Cosmo falls toward the ground for effect. "We're as weak as Superman is around his weakness. Luckily, he'll always be there to save the day."

Timmy looks down at him. "Superman's made up, you know?"

"Sure, just like fairy godparents." The green pigeon flies to the level of the boy's face.

"Anyway, I wish I had a butterfly net."

The birds produce their wands. They are waved...and promptly go dead.

"Oh, what's wrong?"

A copy of 'Da Rules' poofs in front of the disguised fairies. Wanda flips through it. "Apparently, we can't conjure anything that would harm a fairy. It's a special set of rules that comes into play in rare occasions."

"What?"

"Yes. There are three of them. One: a fairy may not grant a wish that would do harm to their godchild or, through inaction, allow harm to come to their godchild. Two: a fairy must grant a wish unless it conflicts with the first rule. Three: a fairy must protect itself unless such an act conflicts with the first two rules."

Timmy pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "When were they established?"

"Um...a couple of years ago. You and a few other children were what the fairy court called 'special cases', bringing these rules into effect."

"Congratulations, Timmy. You're famous!"

"Great. How are we gonna stop that fairy?" Unbeknownst to Timmy, the finder starts beeping frantically.

Wanda points to it. "Uh, Timmy?"

"He's just gonna keep on granting these wishes until someone wishes for the end of the world and we're all doomed."

Cosmo grows nervous. "Timmy..."

"Wouldn't that be just like someone to destroy the world. That's where I keep all of my stuff!"

"Timmy!" The now-fairies shout in unison.

"What?"

They point behind him. He turns around and his ire melts away, replaced by great surprise. Floating there is a fairy with dark green hair, a white shirt, jeans and a scowl on his face.

"So, you're the rogue fairy?"

"Yeah. What's it to you?" Given his slight Noo Yawk inflection, he sounds as hard-bitten and cynical as he looks.

"How long have you been floating there?"

"Since the three laws. I can't begin to tell you how much I hate that rulebook. Do this, don't do that. It's like living at home."

Timmy steps forward. "Granted, some of the rules are...ridiculous, but fairies need rules...uh..."

"Colin."

"Colin, everyone needs rules."

The rogue puts a hand up. "Please, kid. You follow the rules, you end up with a bunch of whiny humans who don't know what they want. In the end, it bites them on the butt."

Timmy recoils a bit. There was a time when he didn't know what he wanted. Thankfully, he's become more careful with his wishes.

"I give humans what they want, no second guessing, no questions asked. Take this one girl."

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The rogue floats outside a bedroom window one night.

"It's like the only way to win Timmy's heart is if I could be like Trixie Tang." He watches as Tootie settles into bed.

"Now there was a girl who knew what she wanted. Not a lot of people are that set on an idea."

He waves his wand, and the sparks from it envelop the young girl. As she stirs a little, he flies away. "I had to know who she was."

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"I snuck back to Fairy World..." The offices of Fairy World look to be on lockdown, given the security rushing around. Colin poofs himself into an office with file cabinets. "...but you can imagine it wasn't easy getting around." He crouches down, so as not to be detected by the lights flashing through the windows.

He opens a drawer and flips through several files. None are on her. His gaze drifts toward a folder stuck under one of the cabinets. The name on the tab reads 'Tootie Flanagan'. He pulls it free and flips through it. Colin laughs a little as he reads the information.

"This girl is really sweet on you, yet you won't give her the time of day."

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"It's no wonder she wanted to change."

Timmy looks away a little, shame filling his face. "Even so, you need to fix this."

"I'm sorry, I have to what?" He puts a hand to his ear.

"Fix everything!" Wanda bellows at Colin.

"Yeah. Do you have wax in your ears?" Cosmo joins the fray.

"No more than the usual amount. Anyway, it's not gonna happen."

Timmy looks toward the rogue. "Would you excuse us a minute?"

"Whatever."

The boy turns to his fairies and forms a huddle, which they join.

"Guys, I think I may have a plan."

Wanda sounds a little worried. "It's not a dangerous one, is it, sweetie?"

Timmy shrugs. "Depends on what you mean by 'dangerous'."

"Reckless, harmful, the opposite of safe." Cosmo counts the synonyms on his fingers.

Timmy and Wanda each shoot a glare at the green-haired fairy.

"It'll be all right. Trust me." The huddle breaks and the good fairies assume defensive positions. The boy rushes off.

Wanda smirks at Colin. "So, why did you come here? Wealth, fame...women?"

"Try boredom, baby doll."

Cosmo flies in front of his wife. "Listen up. Nobody calls her 'baby doll' but me!"

Colin raises his wand. "And what are you gonna do about it, bubblehead?" He fires it at Cosmo, whose head floats off of his body. His hands reach around empty space.

Wanda waves her wand, restoring her husband to his regular form.

"Are you all right, honey?"

"Just a little light-headed." Wanda laughs and turns to the rogue.

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Timmy stands in line at a hobby store, a giant butterfly net in hand. He remembered passing a store on his way to the junkyard, but wasn't exactly sure what it sold. He figured that he'd stop in and ask for directions. It is his hope that he has enough cash for this not-so-little transaction.

Ahead of him are three people, each holding a butterfly collection under glass. What are the odds that they'd all be in this line, at this moment? The boy sighs deeply.

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"I hope Cosmo and Wanda are doing better than I am."

"Come on, sweet thing, dump the dead weight and get with a real fairy." As if to drive his point home, Colin aims at Wanda, turning her into a lollipop. Cosmo tries to fly to her, but his leg is shackled to a cartoon-like trapezoidal weight.

"I'm coming, Wanda." Cosmo turns his wand on the shackles, but there is no effect. He pulls on the chain to get closer.

Colin grabs the lolly by the handle and smiles deviously. "Looks like I get first lick." The sucker seems to growl.

Cosmo looks up at his candied wife and her attacker. He snarls and uses his wand handle to pick the lock. With fire in his eyes, he breaks free and zooms into the air. He knocks the lollipop from Colin's hand and, in one fluid motion, Cosmo grabs 'Wanda' and blasts Colin with his wand.

"Are you okay, Wanda?"

"Mmmmh."

"That's okay. You don't have to say a thing." Cosmo plants a wet, sloppy kiss on the lollipop. He tries to pull away, but his lips are stuck.

A charred Colin quietly growls at the loving couple. Cosmo's gaze shifts toward the rogue. "Now, I'm gonna make you wish I never escaped." The tip of his wand glows white-hot. He rears his arm back. It looks like this is going to be big. Cosmo closes his eyes and holds his lollipop tight.

Colin's world goes dark. Muffled protests can be heard from the inside of a butterfly net. Timmy looks up at the net. "So, did I miss anything?"

Cosmo tries to explain, but his speech is garbled by his attachment to the sucker. Timmy pulls it down and looks inside. "Are you going to fix everything?"

"Suck hose water, kid. I'm not fixing nothing."

"Fine. I'll just leave you in there."

"No! It's dark in here."

"Then get fixing." Timmy's tone is low and threatening.

Colin's wand sticks out. He waves it, and a bright stream of light flows forth.

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In a gym, a blonde woman runs on a treadmill, drawing the eyes of all the men around her. She gets wrapped in a stream of light. The woman's hair darkens, her curves disappear and her grunts get lower.

The beautiful model is once again the lowly slacker. He looks around at the gym patrons, which causes him to lose his footing and fly off the machine.

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A woman mewls as she crawls along the branches of a tree. She blinks and shakes her head. The cat's eyes are now her regular blue ones.

She looks down and falls a little. She grabs onto the branch with both hands and moves toward the trunk. She jumps down and hits the ground. It's a good thing she was only a few feet up. The woman glances around and walks off, as if nothing is wrong.

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A group of children play at a playground. Some on the swings, some on the monkey bars and others on the slide. The kids become more wrinkled, their movements slowing down.

The kids on the monkey bars make the mistake of jumping to the ground, which aggravates their joints. The oldsters form a collective groan as they finish on their respective devices.

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The wand retreats into the net. "There. Happy? Now get me out of here!"

"But you've got a sentence to serve. It wouldn't be right to let you go after what you've done."

"Aw, come on!"

Floating in the air, Cosmo looks at Wanda, who is back to normal. "I'm me, again."

"You sure are." He hugs her. "I love you, sweetheart."

"Cosmo?"

"Yes, Wanda?"

"Don't call me sweetheart." She makes this request in a very swee-- kind tone.

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Trixie stands in Timmy's room, shaking her head. Her outfit and demeanor are very much in keeping with her attitude. "What in the world am I doing here?" She walks out past the off-its-hinges door, a snooty expression on her face.

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Timmy walks down the street, still holding the butterfly net.

Wanda floats next to him. "Are you sure you don't need us here, sweetie?"

"No. I'm sure I can handle this on my own."

The boy stops in front of Tootie's house. He walks up the path to the door and knocks on it. On the other side is the girl's father.

"May I help you?"

"Yes. I'm here to see Tootie."

"All right. Wait here."

The door closes. Timmy stands a little nervous as he waits. He is still unsure of what he will say to the girl. In a matter of days, she had gone from invisible to the only thing that matters to him.

The door opens again. This time, Tootie is on the other end.

"Oh. Hi, Timmy."

"Hi, Tootie. I...I know that I've been kind of a jerk to you, and I'm sorry for that. If you ever want to, you know, hang out or anything like that, you can."

The shy brunette is caught between a blush and a giggle. He gives a little shrug and leans over. He kisses her on the cheek. This catches her completely by surprise.

"See you tomorrow." He walks away.

"Yeah, see you." Tootie rubs the spot where she was kissed and closes the door.

Her father walks past his dazed daughter. "Toots, are you all right?"

"I'm terrific." She calmly muses before heading up the stairs. So distracted is she, the girl doesn't notice Vicky rush down the stairs.

"Going out for a while. Don't wait up." It actually sounds like happiness in her voice.

"Where are you going?", her mother calls out.

The red-haired girl turns around. Her regular green t-shirt looks a little stretched out. Puberty has been known to make late-bloomers of a few young people, but Vicky's average seems to have gone from A...to 36D.

With a smile, she opens the door. "To make grown men cry."

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A/N: The germ of an idea came from a picture at deviant art named..."Tricksy". I took the premise (Timmy ends up with a girl who is Trixie...and yet, not) and formed this story. I really appreciate the response it's been getting and I thank everyone who reviewed. It makes me think I'm doing this for people other than myself.

Thanks for reading and have a nice day.