DGG: Ah. Here I am with another story. My first true FOP story. Technically it's my second, I suppose, but that's beside the point. Here's the beginning. I have the entire story written and it's just going under revisions, so hopefully I'll be able to get everything posted. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fairly Odd Parents in any way, shape, or form. I'm simply writing for fun.

It was a night like any other night outside. The moon and the stars were the only things illuminating the sidewalks of Dimmsdale at the late hour of one in the morning. A light wind was rustling the leaves outside a certain ten-year-old boy's home. The boy, like most of the other residents in town, was fast asleep. His chocolate brown hair was tussled from his occasional tossing and turning in his twin-sized bed, but he was very peaceful and content in his slumber. Next to him was a goldfish bowl with a tiny castle inside where his three fish had retreated for the night; however, the boy's pet fish were anything but actual pets. On the contrary, his three goldfish were actually his two magical fairy godparents and his baby god brother.

The three magical beings were all asleep inside the tiny castle, which due to magic, was as massive as a real castle on the inside. There were hundreds of doorways and hallways inside the fairies' home; from one particular room came the sounds of snoring from a green-haired fairy. He was nestled snugly underneath the covers of his bed next to his pink-haired wife; however, her sleep was not as calm and peaceful as her husband's. Wanda tossed and turned in her sleep as though she was having a bad dream. Actually it was not a bad dream: it was a nightmare. Small whimpers and distressed groans escaped her lips, as she broke out in a cold sweat. After a few more minutes of tossing and turning, the female fairy awakened with an alarmed scream, which awakened the fairy next to her.

"Wanda?" he asked groggily while rubbing his eyes. "What's the matter?"

The female threw the covers off her body and rushed clumsily to the crib on the other end of the room; she sighed in relief when she saw her son sleeping soundly within it.

"Wanda, this is the fourth night in a row," the male complained.

"Oh I know, Cosmo," she spoke, not taking her eyes off her son, "but I just can't help it. I keep having that horrible nightmare."

The green-haired male floated lazily over to his wife, "but Poof is okay. What could happen to him while he's in the room with us?"

"Nothing, I guess," she sighed, her eyes finally averting to her long yellow nightgown.

"Exactly, so let's go back to sleep," Cosmo flew back to his side of the bed.

"Um…you go ahead. I think I'm going to have a little snack before I get back to sleep."

"Suit yourself," Cosmo yawned while pulling the blankets over himself. "G'night, Wanda."

"Good night, Cosmo," she smiled weakly.

The female godparent gave one last worried look at her baby boy before floating down the long halls of her home to the kitchen. She made her way over to the cupboard, pulled out a glass, turned the shiny handle of the kitchen sink, and filled her cup nearly to the rim with cold water. Next she floated over to the round, green kitchen table, sat down and stared up at the stone ceiling.

What's the matter with me? Wanda wondered. Nothing's wrong with Poof. It's just a silly little dream…a silly little recurring dream. I must be overreacting. I have to be. I need to calm down. Nothing's going to happen to Poof.

The female placed her head in her hands. She just could not shake that foreboding feeling. Sure Poof was the only fairy baby in the entire universe…well, other than his anti-fairy Foop. Nonetheless, Poof was considered a celebrity in Fairy World. She worried about her little miracle every now and again. She was always a little paranoid that someone out there would want to hurt him, and a few times her fears even came true. When he was first born, both the Anti-Fairies and the Pixies teamed up to use Poof's undeveloped magic to destroy the world. Then Foop tried to destroy him not so long ago. What could possibly happen next? She knew that she and Cosmo had wanted a baby, but had they really thought it through?

She wasn't saying that she regretted having Poof. Poof was the best thing to happen to her and Cosmo in a long time, but it was just the constant fear of him getting hurt that always nagged at the back of her mind. Poof's well-being was always the first thing on her mind, and this dream she'd been having lately was really beginning to get to her.

"It's only a dream," she said aloud to herself. "Dreams aren't real. Nothing is going to happen. Dreams aren't real."

Wanda repeated this several times in hopes that it would make her feel better, unfortunately it wasn't working. And even though it was now 1:15 in the morning, she just didn't feel tired. Her nightmare had really bothered her tonight. It hadn't been different from the past few nights, but for some reason or another it was really resonating with her at the moment. Wanda sighed and hunched over on the table. It was going to be a long night.