Tired Radio

.:Squirrel Tamer:.

:.-Chapter One-.:

That was it, the last straw. She didn't care about curfews, she didn't care about what the Overlord said, and she didn't even care about the threat of death. She just wanted out. Her household had finally become too much for her to take. She was just sitting there hugging an old doll to her body and soaking in the memories it brought when her sister (who had just walked in after being gone for three whole days) took one look at the doll in her thin arms and began to scream at her.

"You weak little child! Stop moping around all the time! You are so worthless and pathetic! He's not coming back! He's NEVER coming back!"

She ran.

And she was still running. Her sister was a mean, cruel and vindictive person and both of the siblings hated each other. Tootie had always put up with Vicky's torment, but it had finally become too much. She couldn't take it anymore. She was done trying to please her sister. She was done trying to obtain a love that didn't exist.

She choked back a sob as she nearly tripped over her own feet.

The world was so much darker now.

It had been three years ago when the Overlord took control. She had been sitting outside playing with a bunch of her dolls when her mother's timid voice called her inside. She entered the house and then wasn't allowed back outside for the rest of the day even when she complained about how she just wanted to get her dolls.

The next day Vicky had been summoned via a note tacked to the front door. Tootie was still unsure of what was happening, because all she kept hearing were small snippets of conversations and a lot of words used over and over again. Words like "Overlord", "teacher" and "weapon". She wasn't allowed to watch TV or go outside. So she ended up spending the whole day in her room writing love poems about her not-so secret crush, Timmy Turner.

Vicky came home late that night, but Tootie never got a chance to ask her about what had happened, because she was gone by the next morning.

She eventually learned that some wicked man had managed to create a terrible weapon that threatened the entire world. All countries had immediately given in to the threat and announced him supreme ruler. She never found out who he was exactly, but she knew that many people in her town had known him personally.

In any case their new ruler was harsh and unyielding. He had set up strict curfews and each person was forced to carry around an identification card with a certain number on it. Tootie became T-5542. She was no longer allowed to play dolls in the backyard and most writing was prohibited. Somewhere over the course of time all of the history books had been changed so that the only hero was the Overlord. She considered school to be pointless; she was now attending an all girls' school and none of the material they taught was real and it was all just fixed propaganda to support the Overlord. Life became unbearable and yet she somehow managed to keep on going.

Though she now knew what had happened in the overall world, she still did not know why her sister was summoned on the second day of the take over or why she was now gone for days or weeks at a time.

But Tootie no longer cared. She was sick of her sheltered life and sick of the lies and sick of hiding and of being scared. She just wanted to see something real again. She just wanted to escape the cruelty of a sister that didn't love her and the family that was too afraid to let her know what was going on. She just longed for something warm and tender that she hadn't seen in so long. She just wanted to see Timmy Turner, the boy who had stolen her heart so many years ago.

:.-Still Can't Turn Away-.:

Vicky ran without thought or feeling. She ran because she had to, because her sister was making a real dumbass out of herself and it was all Vicky's fault. She ran, because if Tootie reached her destination she would surely be killed. It was one of the most valued places in the world and the Overlord would not let a soul disturb the place. The guards were told to kill first, and ask questions later. Vicky herself was still not sure how to get inside, though she still had a few years to come up with a good plan.

'Tootie you numbskull...' Vicky berated her younger sibling in her head, 'If you die its going to be all my fault. I don't want your death on my hands, kid. Mortal enemies or not, you're still my sister.'

Of course she'd never say that to Tootie. She did, after all, have a reputation to maintain.

She smirked. Her reputation was more important now than ever before. It instilled the rebellion to act and it urged the opposition to back down. When skirmishes broke out she was near invincible. Neither side aimed at her. She was valuable property as far as the Overlord was concerned. He'd seen her in action many times before and knew that she made a better bad girl than a good girl.

It felt so weird being the hero, but she had never been completely evil. Besides, she didn't like sharing the spotlight. She wasn't willing to be known as the Overlord's right hand man. She wouldn't have accepted a position any lower than Overlord itself.

She skidded to a halt in front of an old run down looking house. She watched as a smaller figure headed towards the front steps. She gazed in fear as the raven-haired teen slowly approached her beloved Timmy Turner who lay calmly with his back against the wall of his house.

"Dammit Tootie." Vicky swore darkly under her breath as she ripped a walkie-talkie from her side. She took a deep breath in and began to speak. Lord knew that her words would not be welcomed with open arms. She could just imagine the verbal beating she was about to get. She grimaced.

"Hey PINKY? It's RED."

Swiftly, Vicky withdrew a small pistol from her pocket.

"I'm having a bit of a situation..."

:.-Never Thought You'd Lose-.:

"Timmy! NO!"

Her scream was loud and real and full of heart wrenching anguish and she knew somewhere inside of her that she was dying. She had to be dying, because she couldn't live in a world without him. She made a feeble attempt to throw her small fragile body across his to save him from the hail of bullets, but she couldn't. In the end she just wasn't strong enough.

But someone else was. Red hair, hard eyes and warrior paint. Her bones cracked with each movement and her jaw was firmly set. She was in front of the small boy and fighting with all of her might. But she wasn't trying to stop them from hurting him...No, instead she was trying to make her way towards...

"Get the hell up Tootie! We have to move out of here! What the hell were you thinking!" Vicky screamed near the smaller girl's head. She grabbed her younger sibling by the scruff of her neck and began pulling her towards the exit, bullets exploding all around them. Tootie was frozen for a moment before she began to struggle.

"NO! Timmy! He's - He's..." She sniffed. The boy lay propped against a wall, seemingly dead and only the slight rise and fall of his chest let her know otherwise. She glanced at him with her eyes full of emotion and loss. She took in his small form that she hadn't had the pleasure of gazing upon in much longer than she would have liked. It amazed her how much someone could change over a period of only three years.

"Idiot." Vicky snarled and began pulling Tootie again. She thanked a higher power that the soldiers' aim had become rather sloppy after years of seeing absolutely no action (for who, after all, was that interested in a small pink-hatted boy?). However, she still wasn't willing to slow down and risk being in the line of a lucky shot. "He isn't dead. He isn't going to die. He's sleeping. And he'll be both asleep and near indestructible for four more years."

"B-but..." Tootie finally finished struggling and even began to move along with her sister, though somewhat reluctantly. She just didn't understand. "How? Why?"

"I don't know the whole story." Vicky admitted as she pulled Tootie along behind her at a run. "All I know is that not too soon after he fell asleep the Overlord took control of Earth and then soon went on to dominate Fairy World. Which is why he now has so much magic under his command. He sent troops to destroy the Turner kid, but they couldn't. I don't know why, so don't ask. PINK once came close to telling me... She told me: 'A wish had yet to be fulfilled'... I still don't understand it... Anyway, you risked your life in coming here. No one's allowed in. All of those soldiers are waiting for the twerp to wake up."

"Timmy...You mean...When he wakes up they're gonna?..." She couldn't bring herself to finish that statement.

Tootie saw her older sister's glare soften a little and knew what it meant. Tootie whimpered and choked back a small sob. What did they want with him!

"Never mind that." Vicky's harsh tone returned yet again. "We have to get out of here and make it to somewhere safe."

"Home?" Tootie questioned slowly.

"No. It's time that you finally joined the rebellion."

And at that moment Tootie knew that she'd never go home again.

:.-Got Lost Or Thrown Away-.:

A/N: First of five parts.

This story's title and the words used in the page breaks are from the GooGoo Dolls song 'Name'.

I guess this story would kind of be AU, but I like to consider it a 'what if' story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fairly Odd Parents, or the song 'Name'. You'll have to take it up with Butch Hartman and the GooGoo Dolls.