Beloved

Hello. ^^ I'm not very good at staying away...gomen nasai. :) Though I need to pull a vanishing act soon.

Anyhoo, hope you like this update! It'll be short-hope you like it anyways.

Wanda plays a small music box tune...you may like to listen to it. ^^ Just get rid of the pauses.

http:// www. youtube. com/watch?v=C_l7ptwIBK0

Oh-and Happy Columbus Day.

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Quote:

There are certain dreams I cherish

which I'd like to see some true,

There are things I would accomplish

when my time of life is through,

But the task my heart is on

is to guide someone a little mild

And to make myself successful

and remind myself that little fellow's my child.

There are many reasons to celebrate in this world.

When Timmy's birthday dawned-seeing as his parents once again forgot the occasion, breaking the whole, "We'd never forget your birthday,

Tommy!" promise....(Well, it was kind of inevitable, seeing as they couldn't even remember the kid's name) Fairy World threw an enormous bash

for their favorite Chosen One that lasted for six hours.

Well....nine, actually, seeing as everyone was too hyped up on sugar to really begin the simple processes of cleaning up.

Elmer would celebrate-and gladly, too-if the boil on his face ceased plotting murderous stages to dominate all mortal life.

However, that might be a tad too much to hope for-so we shall move on.

Doctor Bender celebrated with Chester-on the eighth anniversary of his normal visits to an office where scum has begun courtship meetings with

the mutating fungi next to the "No Screaming" sign.

The little things-your learning how to ride a bike, the big things-passing that college exam with flying colors-are as profound as they sometimes

seem scant.

And Timmy was discovering such, seeing as the day had finally dawned-his bandages were to finally come off….as soon as the sleeping goldfish in

the nearby bowl awoke.

The room was dark-the nearby digital clock reading 5:00 a.m. The ten year old was staring expectantly at the wall, heart hammering with

excitement.

But he couldn't bring himself to wake them-much as his instinct to limp out of bed and start clanging a wooden spoon against some conveniently

located next to some aluminum pans.

Although his fairies had prepared a celebration-a massive street fair, complete with musical entertainment, free food, and…..and….

Timmy thought the helicopter rides were a bit much, but he was going to enjoy them, regardless.

But, ashamed as he was to admit this to anyone-including himself-he would indeed miss the past thirteen and a half days of quiet solitude with

his fairies.

Timmy had no idea he could even come close to remotely liking: Sitting still, getting rest-doing the above for an extended period of time….

As boring had it had been-the trio had done their best to keep Timmy entertained. Although Wanda's soup tasted like something had died in

it-and Cosmo remarked he thought he might've recognized that old sweat sock of his (Wanda had socked him for that one) he had appreciated

her efforts on making homemade soup for him.

Poof had beat him soundlessly in many board games-though, he would've wondered, if cheating in a competition was not against Da

Rules…..if Poof was deliberately doing something to the die.

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Cosmo, well….kept sticking the Monopoly pieces up his nose. And some of the interventions that had gone on were rather strange….

Timmy: A-HA! You've landed on my property!

Cosmo: Wha?! Can't I just pay the rent later?! You know I'm good at repaying debts!

Timmy: I'd LIKE to believe you, Cosmo….but you've been in Jail three times.

Cosmo: Noooooo! THEY TOLD ME IT WOULD BE LIKE THIS ON THE OUTSIDE!

And then there was other round…..

Timmy: Cosmo-you're not allowed to rob the bank!

Cosmo: Too bad! I've been in Jail too many times-YOU'RE NOT PUTTING ME BACK IN THE SLAMMER, COPPER!

There had been the occasional videogame….which was quite fun as it was, unless you added a mechanical bull riding disco party.

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But if any of his friends found out what he enjoyed the most….well….

That was the truly embarrassing part. Although he was looking forwards to beginning a sequence of new extreme wishes-which included being

shot from a cannon from Saturn to the Pacific Ocean…where Cosmo would be waiting as a whale to projectile Timmy to Afghanistan…

Often, the medication wore off at night-and he was advised to never take too much of it. Whenever Timmy awoke at night….well….

He could never exactly remember when his Mom had last held him-and therefore, at first, he was a little shy whenever Wanda wanted to rock

him.

But the feeling of being hugged by someone he considered a parent-a little more so, occasionally…..well, Wanda would also play a small music

box she had received as a little girl-and one the possessions she owned from her childhood that she had not thrown at Blonda during one of her

samurai sword fights to the death.

Yet.

But as girly as the tune was, it had more then often lulled Timmy to sleep, leaving him with a sense of security that he only vaguely felt familiar.

Cosmo was stirring. Timmy braced himself, a small, bittersweet smile on his face.

Five….

Four…

And the room exploded into streamers.

Timmy shrugged, a goofy grin on his face as a wordless wave of the wand caused the room to be overwhelmed with-!

&($!^&%(&%!!!!

Three-Two-One-!

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Timmy collapsed under his sheets, euphorically grinning as he stared at his smooth, unmarked skin, occasionally poking at it with trembling

fingers.

It had been a long day of festivity-and he suspected that the day's eating habits would put a hummingbird in a diabetic coma-but it had been

well worth it.

Still...

Even tucked in, exhausted-he couldn't really bring himself to close his eyes.

Something felt rather wrong.

It was two a.m when he heard her.

Timmy curiously peeked at Wanda-who had poofed out of the fishbowl, still in her bathrobe. She was pouring herself a cup of coffee, looking

weary.

"Wanda?"

The pink haired fairy started, nearly dropped her mug as she was about to take a sip, and wrenched around in surprise.

"T-T-Timmy! I thought you'd-well, uh..."

She looked regretful.

"Sorry, sport. Didn't mean to wake you."

Timmy just shook his head.

"Nah. I've been awake for awhile. Couldn't sleep either?"

Wanda plunked herself on the bed with a sigh.

"...no. So, sport-excited about school tomorrow?"

Timmy made a face. Wanda laughed.

"How come you're drinking coffee? That won't help."

Wanda's own smile fell slightly.

"Well.....I dunno. Just....well...."

She cast an anxious look at Timmy.

"Sweetheart....are you SURE you're alright? If not, we can always write another...."

Tempting. But Timmy shook his head, a small smile on his face regardless.

"Nah. I can't miss too many days-or I'll flunk the term."

Wanda nodded, eyes downcast. Then, without warning, she pulled Timmy into a rather awkward hug.

"Sweetie?"

Timmy's chin was now resting on Wanda's shoulder.

"Mmmm?"

Wanda opened her mouth, closed it, and clasped him closer.

"...nothing. It's just....a little sad."

Timmy cast the fairy a bewildered look as he withdrew slightly.

"Sad? How?"

The fairy wrung her hands, biting her lipsticked mouth.

"W-well, y-you see, I-"

She wasn't able to finish; Timmy hugged her.

It was a silent hug, but silence can often say a thousand words.

And Wanda understood them, because she returned the hug wholeheartedly as she dabbed at her eyes.

"T-Timmy?"

"Yeah?"

Now Wanda was the one to withdraw slightly.

"Pull another stunt like that, and I'll kill you," she said lightly, giving him a small bop to the head.

Timmy managed a twisted smile.

"Darn it. You ruined my plans for tomorrow."

Wanda simply chuckled.

"Well, hon, we best be getting back to-"

Timmy flushed.

"Uh.....Wanda? Please...uh....if you don't mind, will you....?"

Cosmo withdrew in the shadows, a small, triumphant smile on his face as he clutched an upside down camera.

Revenge was sweet.

He turned to glance at the two dozing figures on the rocking chair, music box tune fading to a dying tinkle in the background. The ballerina

ceased her hapless spin-and more then likely, was probably glad to end her eternal waltz. He'd be nauseous right now if he were her.

Just like when he had gotten the role of the bunny rabbit in his own ballerina career as a third year.....and later, in Swan Lake, Cosmo played the

roll of a rock.

He turned before heading back to the fishbowl-and managed a grin as his eyebrows creased.

Awww.

Revenge was sweet-but this was sweeter.

Until he sent it to paper view, that was.