Author's Note: (See note at the end of the chapter…oh, and a premature celebration of a 100 reviews for this story. Thank you all).

Disclaimer: For the last time for this story, I do not own Fairly Oddparents.

Chapter Eighteen: Sealed in Stone

He told her he had something else to say to her and so she came. Now she waited, her heart in her hands, as he composed himself. Without asking, she felt she had a fairly good inkling.

Back and forth he paced the room. Every once in a while, he'd stop abruptly, and then restart. Whatever he had to say, she certainly hoped he'd say it before her heart stopped along with his treading. Didn't he know what he was doing to him?

Finally, with a peculiar look fixed upon his face, he turned to her. It unsettled her, causing her to retreat into a nearby couch. This was his house, his turf, and she had nothing. He held all the cards…including ones she didn't know about.

"Tootie," He began, speaking her name as though it choked him. Her heart skipped a beat.

"What is it?" She asked warily, gazing down at his fists, clenched. He hated her, didn't he? After all, if he hadn't before, he was bound to now. Was there any point in defending herself? Of stating she hadn't known Vicky would take things so far?

Of course she hadn't known he'd be dealt so many blows to the head. Maybe that impacted his decision…hopefully in her favor. However, she wasn't holding her breath. Simply put, something smelled fishy.

"I thought I'd let you know…" He continued, touching her shoulder. Giddiness seized her and she quickly scorned herself for believing Timmy might rebuke her. Touching indicated affection, right?

Very slowly, she moved towards him, placing her hand atop his. He neither pushed her away nor beckoned her.

"Timmy?" She whispered, squeezing his hand. Now, he pulled it off her shoulder as if stung and glowered at her. What on earth was going on here?

Backing up again, she whimpered, "Timmy, you're scaring me."

He was indeed. His eyes burned coldly, showing only contempt for her. Through his stance, she could discern lurking malevolence, cruelty beyond expression.

Grabbing her hand, he squeezed it, but this time, unlike her touch, quite painfully. She could feel the bones rub together in her hand and, even when she cried out, he didn't halt. Instead, he applied more pressure and she screamed. Satisfied, he stopped.

Tears filled her eyes and she, holding her right hand in her left, fell to her knees. Gazing up at him, she pleaded him for forgiveness.

However, his eyes were cold and unyielding. They were inhumane, like Vicky's and she knew, immediately, what he was about to say, what was inevitable. Her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach and she wished, for all it was worth, that he could not bring himself to utter those words.

"Are you going to cry?" He spat, eyes narrowed to slits. She continued to retreat, for the first time fearing him possibly more than her older sister. At least with her it was a known evil, as opposed to this odd and possibly dangerous entity that deigned itself Timmy Turner.

Barely suppressing her sobs, she turned from him, preferring, for once, that he didn't see her cry.

Very gently, almost tenderly, he enveloped her and she relaxed. He certainly had a way of confusing her…as though magic dictated his actions and not logic. Well, whatever it was, if he suddenly reverted back to normal and told her he'd chosen her, she wasn't going to complain. In fact, if he didn't let go of her, she'd never have anything to complain about ever again.

His fingers traced the trail of her tears and he tenderly thumbed them away. She held her breath, gazing up at him.

Kiss me…

Huskily, as though she really had woven a spell over him, he whispered, "I hate you."

With that, he shoved her away, sending her uncomfortably into the couch. For once, she was too frightened to cry and she merely stared back at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Terror seized her and, for a second, she couldn't breathe.

"You repulse me," He spat, and, after giving her an extremely nasty look, he stomped up the stairs.

Another chill seized her and she whimpered, pressing her face into the pillow. Tears cascaded down her face and, for not the last time in her future…she shed bitter tears over what she'd caused.

Timmy shook again, but not from suppressed anger. This time, it was from the horror of what he'd done. How could he have been so callous to her? How could he give her so many mixed signals?

And, moreover, how could he now hate her? What on earth had happened? When he spoke to her, instead of himself, it was like there was another being there, controlling his actions. He'd read his lines, rehearsed, and stole him, hook, line and sinker.

"Guys, I don't understand!" Timmy cried, fearful of what he may have caused. Pleadingly, he sought his godparents. Surely, he could amend this great wrong.

"When I made that wish, I didn't realize it'd make me-" He began, but Wanda cut him off. Her eyes, instead of angry, were deeply sorrowful. She'd seen what he'd done…

"You destroyed the future, and, by doing so, a part of yourself. You were destined to marry Tootie in the far future…when you made that wish, you destroyed the timeline. Timmy, I don't know how to tell you this, but what you've done may be irrevocable," Wanda murmured sadly, hanging her head.

Smirking, Vicky took in her pitiful little sister and, deigning the best course of action, left to try to beat some more sense into Timmy. Namely, to never touch her sister again. Ten yards was too close.

She climbed the stairs stealthily, in case he was doing something unsavory and she could catch him in the act. Getting him in trouble would be the icing on the cake.

Very carefully, she crept to his bedroom door and, before flinging it open, halted. There were voices coming from within…

"I wish I'd never wished what I just wished!" Timmy cried, on the verge of sobbing like Tootie was below.

"Wanna add another 'wish' to that sentence?" Wanda muttered, but she held up her wand. This time, nothing happened. Absolutely nothing.

Desperate, he repeated himself and again, nothing happened. The wish simply wouldn't work…the future he'd destroyed could not be salvaged.

"Maybe the future I created won't be that terrible…" He whispered, shivering.

Outside, by his door, leaning in and seeing his fairy godparents through the crack, Vicky cackled mentally. She made a mental note to store her memory of Cosmo and Wanda until she could use it…

"Don't count on happiness, twerp."

Author's Note: This is continued in Shrouded Silhouettes, chapter four. There will be no more chapters of this story nor of Reflections in a Shallow Pool. They have run their course and are both finished.

If you wish to know Timmy Turner's and the rest's futures, you must read that chapter. Otherwise, I cannot help you.

http: and in reply to Darth Ni- haven't you ever been paralyzed with indecision?

That is all.

soulfulsin

Once Upon a Fractured Fairy Tale- 8/25/04- 2/07/05

Reflections in a Shallow Pool- 9/19/04- 2/05/05