Author's Note: This is an accompanying piece to MisterBlue's Raven Angel's story. I have five other snippets complementing it and this collection of one-shots will do two things. One, it should help publicize his story better, and two, it'll settle whether you guys think I'd be better suited to write the other half of Blue's story, or if he should. XD You're not biased at all, right?

On another note, A Boy and His Poof will be done soon, so I'll have less stories. But school is also starting soon, so I'll have less time. Heh.

Innocence

One meeting. One night. Cosmo and Wanda had been gone for five hours, six tops, and returned with headaches the size of Texas. They hadn't even said good night to their godson, who was strangely in bed and staring at the ceiling at midnight. They had chalked it up to teenage strangeness and besides, their headaches meant business. The traditional faerie remedy required them to be in bed right after taking it. Besides, Timmy had spent the night with Vicky. He'd tell them his traumatized experiences later. They were sure it couldn't have been that bad. They'd left him with Cupid.

Wanda yawned and stretched in her four-poster bed. Whatever had troubled Timmy could wait until tomorrow.

Jorgen Von Strangle was not having a good night. The temporary faeries were flaking left and right on him and he had thousands of reports to follow up on, with faeries that had snuck away to the party and abandoned their charges. Thankfully, though the children had been thoroughly miserable during their time alone, no harm had come to them. At least, none had been harmed in the reports Jorgen had followed so far. There remained a stack as thick as his forearm and as tall as his formidable chest when he'd left his office.

What made matters worse, in his opinion, was that none of these reports could wait. If the slightest danger had happened to a single child supposedly under a faerie's guidance, there could be trouble. Jorgen had a headache too, had drunk too much, and perhaps imbibed a few non-legal substances. His vision doubled upon reading Timmy Turner's report and he thought maybe he could skip the meddlesome boy. Surely nothing bad had happened in Cosmo and Wanda's absence. He'd just check in on Cupid and ensure the Love Faerie had done his job.

He popped into the lounge, where the substitute faeries should have automatically appeared after their shift was over. Cupid was nowhere to be found; Juandissimo was nursing a beer and muttering to a small, black haired faerie with a mischievous smile and black wings. Jorgen didn't remember seeing him before and shrugged, unconcerned with a random faerie he didn't know. Fairy World was populated with thousands of faeries. It could be one he hadn't met before.

"How was I supposed to know she was a 'he'?" Juandissimo protested.

"The crotch?" the male black haired faerie suggested, snickering.

Jorgen transported himself away from that scene pretty fast. The colors blurred around him and he reappeared in a nightclub. The faeries who had been off duty had congregated here, in addition to Jorgen's personal haunts. Jorgen went through several floors; he didn't care about the other faeries that shouldn't be here. His gut told him Cupid was somewhere in the vicinity and he had to discover where.

He traveled up another floor, to the private rooms, and here, the faeries were too zonked out to give him the proper berth. The stronger his conviction grew, the more his fingers twitched for his wand. He went down a narrow corridor, with the typical painted on doors, and stopped at the end. The sign on the door said the occupants had purchased a "four hour ride"; it looked like a miniature clock…or, rather, it had for the few seconds Jorgen saw it before blasting it aside. He snarled, destroying the wall, the bed beyond it, and what was left of the bed sheets not already tossed onto the floor.

Blonda, Cupid, and another, vacuous blonde with a gaping expression looked up at Jorgen. The two female faeries had something in common- they had more boobs than brains. Cupid gawked too, his expression dazed and his clothes long gone. None of the faeries wore a stitch of clothing and Jorgen growled, yanking Cupid up by a certain part of his anatomy that no guy wants to be dangled by.

"If I find anything has happened to Timmy Turner, you will not be needing these anymore," Jorgen growled. Cupid squeaked and Jorgen flung him back onto the tattered remains of the bed. The bedspread was charred black and flakes of it fell onto the floor.

The single dim bulbs inside red lampshades barely illuminated the room and Jorgen sneered in disgust. He smelled pot, mingled with incense, in the vicinity, and none of the gazes linked onto this were particularly coherent. He should have expected this today, but it didn't do much to improve his mood.

Timmy Turner was not having a good New Year's. He'd expected to spend it at home, with his family. Then his family, in their typical fashion, had flaked on him. Okay, no big deal, he'd spend it with Cosmo and Wanda, like he had a couple years ago. Except they'd been invited to a super exclusive faerie party and couldn't stay with him; so he was left alone with Vicky. Normally, this would be horrible enough on its own, but tonight…

His flesh crawled and he whimpered, hoping Cosmo and Wanda would return and ask him what was wrong. He'd curled up into a fetal position and his teeth chattered. He was fifteen; he shouldn't be feeling like he was five. Yet here he was, beside himself and unable to stop trembling and crying. He felt so used, so violated, and so tawdry, a sex object that has outlived its usefulness.

"Guys?" he called out into the darkness. They didn't respond. They hadn't even said goodnight to him before disappearing into the fish bowl. He bit down on his tongue and tasted blood in his mouth. Blood, Vicky had liked the blood…and oh god, bad thoughts bad thoughts bad thoughts. He trembled in earnest and started sobbing.

In the corner of the room, there was a subtle flash of light and then it returned to full darkness. Timmy blinked, sitting up, arms locked around his knees and unable to fully sit up because his body had stiffened. His eyes darted here and there, searching the room for signs of intruders. Nerves overwrought him; what if Vicky had returned and found a way to do it magically? True, she'd shown no signs of magic before, but, who knew now? He wouldn't put anything past her.

A very large cat with a floating crown hopped onto his bed and stared at him. Timmy exhaled shakily in relief. It was only Jorgen, who made a bobcat-sized housecat. Jorgen placed his paws on Timmy's cheek and Timmy flinched, not expecting the abrasive footpads. His vision flickered and he was suddenly jolted back a few hours into the past.

Vicky wore an alluring red dress; Timmy thought she thought it was alluring, but it really only made him gag. It dove down to her cleavage, another yawner for Timmy, who wasn't really attracted to her and wanted to keep his dinner down. He didn't know why she was so dressed up anyway. What was the point in dressing up to babysit? Unless he had another hot date that had stood her up again- he snorted at the thought. Anyone who wanted to date Vicky had a few screws loose.

He hadn't heard from Tootie, speaking of 'a few screws loose'. Supposedly, she was in town and hanging out with her best friend instead of staying home with him and Vicky. Timmy didn't know which was worse- being stuck alone with Vicky, or wishing he was stuck alone with Tootie instead. What choices, seriously. Maybe he should just shoot himself in the head and be done with it.

"Here, Timmy- I mean, twerp, I want you to try something special I made," Vicky said.

She was standing in the kitchen wearing that stupid dress and smirking. Her hands laid beneath a potholder and a steaming pile of cookies were on a platter. On the table were mixed drinks with little umbrellas floating in them. Timmy looked for Cupid, but he wasn't anywhere to be seen. Vicky offering him sweets and drinks? There had to be a catch.

"Here, I'll eat one myself, and you'll see what I mean," she said. Distantly, he thought he remembered Jimmy warning him when Cindy used his first name, it meant she wanted something. Vicky had used Timmy's first name. This was suspicious. Unless, of course, Jimmy was way off and it didn't mean anything. Timmy shrugged. The cookies were still suspicious.

She placed the cookies down on the table beside the drinks and took one. They were chocolate chip and he watched her down two of them before starting forward. They did smell quite good. His stomach rumbled and he realized he hadn't had dinner. Oh well.

Chocolate chip cookies would make a good enough dinner. He launched himself at the plate and downed five of them, then some of whatever strange concoction Vicky had made. It didn't taste strange, though he noticed a few minutes later she hadn't drank any of hers. Oh well.

But still…he should be suspicious, shouldn't he? It wasn't like Vicky to just hand out treats and…

His vision flickered and he couldn't see straight. The world tilted and Vicky cackled.

Wow, after this long, he really should have known better, shouldn't he? And where was his faerie when he needed him? Timmy's world upended and his vision faded. Vicky caught him before he landed on the floor and cradled him in her arms. Her words made no sense, so he ignored them.

The way she held him reminded him of a man carrying a woman over the threshold after their wedding. His head lolled in her arms and she stroked his hair. Her breath ghosted over his face and smelled like chocolate chips. Chocolate had never sent a bone chilling shock down his spine.

At the head of the stairs, she turned and headed for his room. His vision returned and he struggled like a fish out of water. By reflex, he looked at the fish bowl, which was, of course, empty. Vicky kissed him on the lips and he tasted bile; he coughed weakly and she patted him on the back. The whole world had suddenly turned into a rocky boat at sea and his bed shook in the waves. His body trembled and he wanted Cosmo and Wanda something fierce.

"Did you really think I hated you that much?" Vicky whispered. Her fingers skated along his neck and rubbed against his Adam's apple. She lowered her lips to his ear and nipped it. He flinched, but it was a softer jerk than usual. He didn't have it in him to fight. What had she put in that damn drink?

She hooked her fingers beneath the collar of his shirt and he hoped she'd stop there. She didn't. Instead, she brought her hand dancing along his collarbone and kissed the hollow of his throat. He stared at her with blank, vacant eyes, losing his fear in the wash of uncertainty. The fear was most certainly still there, but it was overpowered by confusion and disorientation. Just why was Vicky doing this, anyway?

She kissed the side of his neck and lowered her hands to his stomach. Running her hands beneath his shirt, she caressed his stomach and rolled his shirt up. A triumphant smile lit her face and her eyes gleamed. Timmy recoiled and she kissed him on the lips.

"It's all right," she whispered. "Everything will be all right, Timmy."

She kept using his real name. It was a little…weird? Unsettling? Something? He could never think as clearly as someone like A.J., anyway, and now he was having problems getting any real thoughts out. He couldn't speak well, either…

"I want Cosmo and Wanda…" he slurred.

Vicky rolled her eyes and trailed kisses down his stomach. She grabbed his waistband and slid a hand between his underwear and pants. Timmy squirmed, whispering his faeries' names frantically. She clapped her other hand over his mouth and groped him. He gasped, sat up, and she pushed him back down. It wasn't like he was really capable of fighting her…his whole body felt like it weighed a ton.

Jorgen tugged on a link belonging to Cosmo and Wanda. All humans and faeries had invisible emotional ties, only visible to those who concentrated and focused their magic. The thicker the tie, the stronger the connection appeared. Cosmo and Wanda had no real blame for this encounter, he knew, but he was curious as to whether they'd received any warning beacon. Obviously, they hadn't acted on it, but Jorgen wanted all sides of this, though he was already contemplating destroying Cupid. True, the faerie served a purpose, but…

The human would never have had such a ripe opening had he actually been watching his charge. His libido had been more important than Timmy; it seemed tonight, quite a few creatures had decided their libidos trumped Timmy. The psychological damage the human child had undergone made Jorgen feel guilty for being pleased, in the very least, it hadn't been enacted by a faerie. At least this wasn't entirely his fault.

Timmy shuddered and backed into the wall in the present. To spare the poor boy, he briefly switched to his godparents.

"Cosmo!" Wanda said. She was a little buzzed and had ignored her instincts for a while now. Okay, more than a little buzzed. She was halfway to tanked and not really in the mood to deal with other people's problems. Some people were happy drunks. Some people were quiet drunks. Wanda was the type of drunk whose sense of responsibility faded after too many.

However, she couldn't really ignore this problem anymore. She had the driving sense something bad was happening to Timmy.

"Cosmo, we have to go," she said.

"At midnight, I know, I know!" he shouted back to her. He was partying with the Tooth Fairy while a black haired faerie with an impish grin kept adding things to the punch bowl. Wanda didn't care enough about him to comment.

"No, now," she hissed. "Timmy needs us!"

"He doesn't need us that bad," Cosmo said and floated back to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "It's a party, baby, loosen up."

"I am loose," she protested. "Timmy needs-"

He handed her another drink and tipped it into her mouth. She swallowed by reflex and felt her concerns start to drift away. This was bad. She wanted to be angry with her husband, but couldn't feel it.

"Timmy will survive without us for a night," Cosmo said. "It's a party!"

"I don't think…" she protested half-heartedly.

"Besides, Cupid's watching him," Cosmo said and spun her around. He grinned at her from ear to ear. "I can think of way better things to do than worry about Timmy."

A weak voice, suppressed by the alcohol, nonetheless protested. But, Timmy…

Tootie should have had a faerie. That she didn't was a glaring oversight and something Jorgen tried not to think about very often, because it led to copious amounts of finger pointing and name calling. The fact remained someone so miserable, worse than Timmy, really should have had a guardian. Jorgen had heard there were reasons behind this, but hadn't as much time as he would have liked to devote to the matter. Running an entire world was rather time consuming, after all.

It wouldn't hurt to check in on Tootie, though, and give Timmy a few more minutes of respite. Sweat had broken out on the boy's forehead and his teeth chattering. Jorgen was seldom moved to sympathetic gestures, but he couldn't curtail his desire to comfort the child. Tentative, he offered his head for Timmy to rub and when Timmy didn't, he brought it against Timmy's palm.

He hated dealing with child abuse like this. It sickened him. Children were meant to be protected and cared for, not used as objects. Their whole world was devoted to making children happy, not hurting them. That anyone could think that someone serving in the capacity of a guardian, be it a temporary one as a babysitter, or a less temporary one as a fairy godparent, would take advantage of a child, made him nauseous.

And yet…he'd let it happen. Tootie hadn't endured what Timmy had, and yet, there was no denying the abuse in her household. Perhaps the blatant abuse in her household had frightened the placing faeries off giving her one…

No. There was no time to wax lamentation over past regrets; he located the lesser link connecting Timmy and Tootie and followed it to its source.

Tootie bolted upright in bed and shivered, unable to rid herself of the odious fear gripping her insides. Veronica stared at her in surprise. They'd been lying in bed and getting facials; cucumber slices were still on their eyes while an insipid countdown show played in the background.

"What's wrong?" Veronica asked.

"I just had this weird feeling…like Vicky's up to no good," Tootie said and shuddered.

Though Tootie couldn't see her friend shrug, she sensed the motion. "Isn't she usually?"

"Yes, but…" Tootie couldn't put her finger on it. The indefinable evil turned her stomach. She couldn't even pinpoint who was getting the brunt of it, either. She'd left the house long before Vicky had vacated for the night, if she had, and had no idea what unlucky brat was dealing with her at the moment. It could be Timmy. It could be anyone.

She couldn't let Vicky run her life. She'd already tried to ruin her and hell if Tootie was going to let that happen again.

"Well?" Veronica said, miffed. "Are you going to let this go or are you going to go all kung fu on her ass for no reason?"

"I guess I'll let it go…" Tootie said. There was no reason to track down her sister over a vague feeling. It'd be preposterous. Yet…Tootie's flesh crawled. What fresh hell had Vicky unleashed tonight?

He smelled lilacs and felt something warm and wet slide inside him. He whimpered and identified Vicky, lotion on her fingers, fingering him. His flesh crawled. His balls had shrunk back and his hair stood on end everywhere. To make matters worse, she kept kissing him and touching him everywhere.

Once she'd finished fingering him, she lowered her head to his crotch and Timmy began to wish, in earnest, to black out. Losing his memories would be infinitely preferable to…the alternative.

She'd left him an hour before midnight and claimed she'd had things to do. He'd heard a camera click and stumbled to the bathroom to vomit. Vicky's hands still felt like they were everywhere, even though she was gone. He felt wasted, violated, and useless. She'd done everything with him save actually arousing him, because that'd been impossible. It seemed she'd been planning this night for a while…and he threw, missing the toilet and hitting the floor. His strength gave out and he collapsed on the floor beside his vomit.

Shudders wracked his body and he began to cry. He'd have to crawl back into that bed and sleep later. He threw up again and wished, one last time, for Cosmo and Wanda.

Jorgen departed from Timmy's room in a rush. He couldn't spend any more time with the child, because he wanted to murder someone. Hurting Cupid simply wouldn't satisfy him, because he couldn't revive him, kill him, and revive him again. He'd have to wait for his temper to subside before making his move.

He removed himself and transported himself to a negative world, where nothing existed. Faeries had the ability to bring themselves to many alternate universes, and this equivalent of a white walled room was his favorite. It was as wide as he wanted and he created and destroyed as many non-living replicas of his most loathed faeries as he desired.

Tonight, each and every replica had Cupid's face.

Wanda awoke to the room freezing cold. She popped out of the fish bowl in her nightie and stared at her godson, who was standing in front of the window, wearing only a ragged undershirt and underpants. He didn't appear to be cold. Then again, he didn't appear to be much of anything. His color had leeched away and he had no real reaction to the weather aside from his arms and legs covered in goosebumps.

"Timmy, what are you doing?" Wanda said and waved her wand to close the window. Timmy turned to stare at her and she flinched. His eyes looked right through her.

"Jorgen left you a message and said you and Cosmo needed to talk to him," he said in a rather disturbing monotone. Wanda frowned.

"Timmy, what's going on? You're…" She faltered. "You're worrying me."

Her godson didn't reply. "Where's Cosmo?"

"Still asleep," she answered. "What happened last night?"

"I needed you," he said. "And you weren't there. And neither was Cupid."

Wanda's stomach did a violent somersault and she dashed into the bowl to awaken Cosmo. He mumbled something about a nickel and she smacked him over the head. Cosmo stared at her without really seeing her for a few seconds and she hissed, dragging him out of the fish bowl. He'd wake up later.

"What do you mean, Cupid wasn't there?" Wanda demanded. A dull red flushed Timmy's cheeks.

"You weren't there, Cupid wasn't there," Timmy said and looked away. "Vicky was. And she gave me something so I couldn't fight her."

"What do you mean…" Wanda said, though she was getting a pretty good idea what he meant. She just didn't really want to hear it; anything else would be preferable. And though Cosmo was an idiot, he was picking up the vibes too.

"She beat you in a video game?" Cosmo said with a fake joviality that cut Wanda to hear.

"Ha. Is that all?"

Timmy's words cut them further. He didn't look at them when he spoke. Rather, his eyes slid to the bed and then to the bathroom. He shivered then and gnawed his lip.

"No. She took advantage of me."

Cosmo and Wanda exchanged a stricken look. Cosmo opened his mouth and Wanda clapped a hand over his mouth. They'd never dealt with a child in this situation before, despite hearing about it and being trained for it. Cosmo's eyes were huge in his face and she knew the same expression was mirrored on hers. The knowledge that he trusted them enough to tell them this right after the fact wasn't very comforting.

"Cosmo! Wanda!" Jorgen snarled, his disembodied voice echoing in Timmy's room.

"Fairy World! Now!"

"We'll talk later, sport, okay?" Wanda said.

"Okay," Timmy said in the same expressionless voice. Wanda shuddered and departed with her husband. Somehow, she didn't think Jorgen wanted to wish them a Happy New Year.

"We know," Wanda said before Jorgen spoke. "Timmy told us."

Speaking before him seemed to have stolen his thunder. Jorgen looked tired, with bags beneath his eyes and he stumbled to his podium. Instead of calling them before a grand hall, he'd transported them to his personal office. It hadn't changed since they'd last been here; it never did. For the moment, the familiarity soothed her nerves.

"Maybe we should go back in time and redo it so it doesn't happen," Cosmo ventured.

"We can't do that unless he wishes it," Jorgen said. "The way it happened…" He held out his hands and sighed, dejected. "She was only waiting for an opportunity. It could happen again. Rewriting the day won't remove the problem."

"We could…" Cosmo trailed off and looked at Wanda for suggestions. She was too stunned to be much help, and she knew Jorgen shared the sentiment. The three faeries fell silent and again, Cosmo was the only one who dared to speak.

"What do we do now?" Cosmo asked.

"Keep an eye on him," Jorgen commanded. "Never let him out of your sight. And just in case, maybe you ought to keep an eye on Vicky's sister as well."

"Tootie?" Wanda said, frowning. "I don't think she has it in her."

"Better safe than sorry," Jorgen advised. "Especially given what's already happened."

They lapsed into silence again, longer than before, and looked at each other awkwardly. Wanda nodded and grabbed Cosmo's hand. Cosmo trembled and looked into her eyes. Wordless communication passed between them. They reached for each other and held each other. It didn't erase the problem either, but it reminded them they would always be there for each other. As long as there was a Cosmo, there would be a Wanda.

Tootie came home and her sister was humming. Chills ran down her spine and her hair stood on end. She didn't stay home for long. Vicky had done something and she didn't want to know what, not yet. Tootie's instinct told her it was Timmy and right now, she didn't want to think about what Vicky could do to Timmy. The possibilities were endless.

She passed by Timmy's house and saw Timmy, with pink and green cats, standing and murmuring to them. They were murmuring back and Timmy knelt to cradle the pink cat to his chest. She nuzzled his cheek and though he looked right at Tootie, he didn't see her at all. She shivered- Vicky. But she wasn't ready to take her on again, not yet.

Sighing, she went on her way. She really didn't need another incentive to beat the crap out of her sister.

(And pink and green cats? Who was Timmy fooling? Everyone knew he collected pink and green things, but only she and Crocker seemed to know they were something more.)

She'd just have to add Vicky's latest atrocity to her list of things to answer for.

Fin