Let Me Be Your Reason:
"You're Zephyr's father…" Timmy whispered barely able to say anything else as his hands gripped the table. The man in front of him looked exactly like an older Zephyr. His long black hair with barely any hints of gray fell onto his shoulders. Even though the scar was intimidating, his eyes showed the hint of a gentleman.
"You're Vincent Hartman."
Vincent smiled politely and nodded his head, "No one has called me by my first name in ages. Most of the people around here just call me 'Boss'."
"But, I saw you in my father's files. You were pronounced dead years ago," Timmy said watching the elder man with awe as he sipped at his beer.
"Yes, but I'm sure you've learned long ago not to trust everything you find in your father's office. Haven't you, Mr. Turner?" Vincent replied with a smirk tossing his empty beer bottle into the nearest trash can.
Timmy winced slightly and shook his head, "Please don't call me that."
Vincent smirked a little at the boy motioning for Francis to get him another drink. When he returned, Timmy asked quickly, "How did you do it? How did you escape my father? How does the world think you're dead?"
"Before I answer any of those questions, would you do me a favor?" Vincent asked as well before motioning towards the collar on the boy's shirt.
Timmy narrowed his eyes a little confused about what the man was hoping for. Vincent took it upon himself and leaned across the table pulling on the collar of the boy's shirt till the scar on his neck was shown. He grabbed Timmy's hand before the boy could push him away and started running his fingers along the scar. Timmy's heart began to skip beats as his body froze. The strong smell of alcohol and cigars made his eyes water, but he did his best not to show any weakness till the man finally sat back down.
"Who made that mark on you?" Vincent asked leaning back in his chair frowning slightly.
Timmy didn't answer at first wondering to himself whether or not he was the one to tell the man about his son's misadventures. He looked down pulling his collar back up and whispered, "Zephyr was the one. He nearly sliced my throat opened."
"My son…" Vincent whispered gazing away from Timmy and tapping his fingers on the glass bottle lightly. "He went after you because you're Damion's son, right?"
"Unfortunately," Timmy replied nodding his head. "Ever since I entered the asylum, he's been there waiting and watching my moves just because he thinks my death will affect my father."
"After revenge is he?" Vincent asked smiling slightly. "I'm guessing he's not the only one, Mr. Turner?"
"Don't call me that!" Timmy suddenly exclaimed standing up from his seat glaring down. Francis quickly moved in behind the boy drawing a knife, but Vincent waved his hand in the air and pointed towards the door.
Francis looked back and forth between the two before growling and exiting through the door. Vincent motioned for the boy to sit back down saying, "Sit down, Timmy. I meant you no harm. How was I supposed to know you had such resentment for being called by your last name?"
Timmy slowly sat down with an embarrassed expression replying softly, "I'm sorry. I just can't stand being called that. It makes it sound like I'm…"
"Damion?" Vincent finished for him lighting a cigar and taking a long puff before blowing out putrid smelling black smoke.
"Exactly," Timmy replied trying not to cough and rubbing his eyes when they began to burn.
"So, what happened to make the son of the infamous Damion Turner hate his own father so much that he wants to blackmail his family name?"
"With all due respect, that's none of your concern," Timmy said shaking his head. "My father has a long list of people he's wronged, and each one of those people can make their own list of what he's done to them. It doesn't matter what he did to me. All that matters is that he needs to be dealt with."
"What to do you intend to gain by coming here? You can at least tell me that," Vincent replied.
Timmy clenched his fists and stated, "There are a lot of things I wish my father to experience. However, there is one in particular I want to show him."
He narrowed his eyes and whispered coldly, "I want him to experience failure. I want to take everything he has right out from under his nose. If I can accomplish it…I even want his life."
"Aren't you a little young for murder?" Vincent asked in a calm voice.
"Does it really matter?" Timmy asked back looking away and laying his hands in his lap.
The elder man was silent at first looking at the boy in front of him. No matter how tough Timmy tried to act, Vincent could tell there was a kind soul behind those hurt and determined eyes. He leaned back in his chair while saying softly, "You want my help getting revenge on your father?"
Timmy looked up and nodded, "Yes. I need dirt against my father. Weaknesses that will help me take him down."
"I'd hate to tell you this, Timmy...but, you're father has no weaknesses," Vincent admitted crushing his cigar in a small ash tray.
"What? That can't be," Timmy said shaking his head. "Every single person has at least one weakness. He's not a god!"
"I know that. But, Damion realized that as well."
"What are you talking about?"
"Damion realized a long time ago that he had one weakness in this world that could end up destroying him and his dream," Vincent explained. "It wasn't until a couple years that he had the strength to finally get rid of that weakness before she ruined him."
Timmy's eyes softened and whispered, "You mean...my mother?"
"Yes, falling in love was the only flaw in his plan. He never intended to find a woman and settle down. Somehow, Diana sneaked her way into his cold heart. I'm sure Damion did everything he could to keep her out of his life, and in the end he had to get rid of her all together."
"You know about my mother's murder?"
"Your mother was a strong woman, Timmy. I could never believe she would kill herself."
"There must be something..." Timmy whispered after a while putting his head in his hands. "There has to be something I can do..."
"There is," Vincent said standing up from his chair and walking over to the boy. Before Timmy could react, he placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "You can live your life."
"What are you talking about?" Timmy asked looking up at him glaring slightly.
"You're so young, Timmy. Revenge is not something a boy your age should be worrying about. Let me and my men worry about dealing with your father."
"You don't understand," Timmy yelled standing quickly and knocking over his chair. "I need to do this."
"Why?" Vincent asked not moving a single inch. "Even if you kill Damion, it won't bring your mother back to life."
"I know that! I just-"
"You just what?" Vincent looked Timmy dead in the eyes. "Don't spend your entire life on revenge. It isn't worth it. Just look at my son..."
Timmy looked into the sudden painful expression of the elder man and said, "I wouldn't know what to do with my life..."
"Go back to the asylum, Timmy. You need to prove you're sane and forget your father. Live a life that your mother would be proud of."
"I don't know...I'd have to think about it," Timmy said brushing Vincent's hand off his shoulder and walking towards the door.
Vincent sighed and sat back down at the table when he heard the door open. He poured himself another drink while he heard Timmy whisper, "You know...you can probably save Zephyr. If he knew his father was alive..."
"I have my reasons," Vincent answered softly. "I did things I'm not proud of. Sometimes it's better to just let the world think I'm dead."
"So, what's the plan now?" Aaron asked as his friends followed him back to the city. "We still got an hour left till my dad picks us up."
"Well, I have a little bit of extra cash," Elena replied digging through her pockets. "We could always get a burger or something."
"Ooh, can I pick the place?" Aaron asked literally jumping for joy.
"I guess," Elena replied and sighed when the red head ran off along the street. She looked back at Timmy who had been silent ever since they left the gang hideout. Aaron had agreed with her that they wouldn't bombard him with questions till they got back home. Instead, she grabbed his hand and smiled when he looked up. Timmy took a second, but he finally smiled back. They quickly caught up with their friend who was standing in front of a popular burger joint. The three of them walked inside and stood in the long line to the counter ignoring the impatient sounds Aaron was making.
"Will you be quiet? You'll get your food soon enough," Elena said exasperated.
"But, I'm hungry now," Aaron said pouting a little.
"It'll be alright," Timmy said chuckling. "It shouldn't take too long. You can wait five minutes."
Aaron was about to answer when they all heard, "Timmy? Timmy Turner? Is that you?"
The gang turned around to see two teenage boys standing behind them with bewildered looking faces. One was a dark skinned boy that was completely bald, but wore an expensive looking suit. He was carrying a large laptop bag and the most up-to-date technology on his person. The other was almost a complete opposite. He was skinny and pale with bright blonde hair. All the clothes he was wearing were the latest fashion styles, but he still had those braces from elementary school.
"Chester? A.J.?" Timmy asked almost shocked to see his old school friends in front of him.
"Dude, it's been so long since we've seen you," Chester said smiling big and giving Timmy a hug.
"It's good to see you, Timmy," A.J. said as well patting his old friend on the back.
Elena quickly grabbed Aaron's arm when he started growling and looked like he was about to attack the two touching Timmy. She gave him a stern look and said, "Play nice."
"I-It's good to see you too," Timmy replied scratching the back of his head as his old friends backed off. He looked at Aaron and Elena saying, "This is Chester and A.J. They were my friends back in school."
Timmy then told his old schoolmates, "This is Aaron and Elena. They're friends I met at the Asylum."
Chester frowned a little, "Oh, the rumor was true. You did finally crack."
A.J chuckled, "Well, it's not a complete surprise. By the time you left, all you did was sit around and mope. I guess an Asylum is where you belong."
Elena raised an eyebrow at the statement and whispered, "Right..."
"But, it's been like two years. When are you coming back?" Chester asked. "You should see some of the girls we got in our class now. They'll do anything to become popular, and I mean anything..."
"Okay," Timmy said interrupting his friend quickly. "Look, we're about to get something to eat..."
"Wait a minute...you're Elena Roberts, aren't you?" A.J asked pointing towards her.
"Yeah, so?" she replied crossing her arms.
"I'm a fan of your mother's business. Do you know any facts about how much it would take for her to sell?"
"Excuse me?" Elena asked narrowing her eyes and letting go of Aaron so that they could both get a punch or two.
"Of course, you could benefit in this too," Chester said snidely wrapping one arm around her waist. He smirked and whispered in her ear, "How much would it cost to get you into my bed?"
Suddenly, Chester was ripped off of Elena and thrown to the ground. They all looked at Timmy as he grabbed a glass of water and threw it at him. Chester yelled when the glass hit his back and the cold water soaked him. He and the rest of the people inside the place looked at Timmy shocked. He clenched his fists and said, "Get out now."
"But, Timmy, we weren't meaning any harm," A.J quickly said helping Chester up.
"You two haven't changed at all," Timmy said glaring at them. "You still believe that money can buy you everything and that you have full rights to anything you want. My friends are not for sale."
"Fine, we'll go," Chester huffed angrily wringing out his shirt. "Just remember this, you're going to leave the Asylum sooner or later. And, when you do, you might have more enemies than friends."
"I'm so scared," Timmy said sarcastically watching them walk away.
He turned around to try and talk to Elena when he heard Chester say one last thing, "Oh, by the way...Trixie's been asking around about you."
Timmy turned back quickly just to see him gone even though he swore he could hear faint laughter. He shook his head and walked over to Elena asking her, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Elena replied running her fingers through her hair. "Man, you told us stories about those guys, but I didn't know they were that bad."
"Yeah...they're just a couple of spoiled brats with parents who can buy them anything they want."
Elena looked over at Aaron who seemed to be thinking deeply, "What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing. I was just wondering whether or not that Chester guy was bi," Aaron said chuckling a little.
Timmy face-palmed and Elena growled, "You're an idiot! You're not that poor!"
"Tell that to my stomach," Aaron said just as his stomach growled in hunger.
"This is why we don't do nice things," Timmy said sighing as he and the rest of the customers watched Elena chase Aaron with a tray.
After Mr. Colfer had picked them up and took them home, Timmy was able to explain what had happened. All three of them agreed that the next step needed to be thought out before they do anything else. Everyone went to bed early that night, but Timmy stayed up in his bedroom not able to sleep. He thought about his mother and his father wondering what other people would do in his situation. It wasn't until midnight that Wanda went on to bed and left Cosmo with him.
"Can I ask you a question?" Cosmo asked looking over at Timmy who was laying down on his bed.
"Sure," Timmy replied sitting up when his godfather sat beside him.
"I heard that last thing Chester said," Cosmo said softly while poofing up some hot chocolate. "Who was Trixie?"
Timmy didn't say anything for a few seconds, but then he grabbed a cup from Cosmo and sipped on it before explaining, "Trixie was a girl at my school. She was a year older than me and one of the most popular girls there."
"Another rich and gorgeous type, huh?" Cosmo asked smiling.
"Yeah, you could say that," Timmy replied chuckling. "She was everything a girl wanted to be."
Suddenly, Timmy's smile saddened and he continued, "But, there was one night...I was walking through the school trying to find my English teacher. It was almost dark, but I knew some teachers stayed after hours to help students who were having trouble. I searched for almost an hour, but I couldn't find anyone. When I was about to give up, I heard rustling in a nearby classroom. Curious, I opened the door and saw..."
"What?" Cosmo asked placing a hand on Timmy's shoulder.
Timmy closed his eyes and frowned, "I saw Trixie and an older man...together."
Cosmo gasped slightly and covered his mouth with his hand before saying, "Timmy...I-"
"I thought he was hurting her, so I pushed him off her. He ran away as fast as he could and I gave Trixie my jacket to cover herself. She seemed so grateful that I had saved her. For the next couple of weeks, she hung around me whenever she could. My classmates started rumors that we were dating."
"Did you have feeling for her?" Cosmo asked even though he was scared about the answer.
"No," Timmy replied shaking his head. "I couldn't...not after what happened next. She told me to meet her in the school after hours in the same classroom I had found her that one night. I was confused, but naive. As soon as I got there, she tried to take off my clothes and hers. I pushed her away, though. I asked her why she was doing it. I still foolishly thought I had saved her. In the end, she explained to me that her father sold her body to men to stay on top. Trixie had gotten so used to it that the only way she knew how to give thanks was to...give me her body as well. I ran away from her and never spoke to her again."
Cosmo's gaze softened, and he hugged Timmy tight, "You did the right thing."
"I know. It's just even today I wonder whether or not I made a difference in her life," Timmy said wrapping his arms around his godfather.
"I'm sure you did," Cosmo said kissing Timmy's forehead lightly. "You two were both too young for something like that. You're still too young."
Timmy eye's widened a little bit while his godfather was chuckling softly to himself. Cosmo soon went to go take a shower leaving Timmy alone with his thoughts, 'Am I too young? I know I never wanted it with Trixie, but Cosmo's different...'
When Cosmo came back, he saw his godchild laying out on the bed again and smiled. He crawled in bed beside Timmy and stroked his back, "Are you ready for bed?"
The poor green haired fairy was shocked when he felt Timmy push him down onto the bed and straddle his hips. He looked up just as Timmy took off his shirt and kiss his godfather deeply. The kiss itself was enough to make Cosmo melt as he tried not to moan, but it became increasingly difficult when Timmy's hips began to rock. Finally, he was able to stop Timmy and ask, "What are you doing?"
Their gazes locked and Timmy blushed before whispering, "I'm sorry. I just thought..."
"Timmy...you're too young for something like this," Cosmo whispered back leaning up and stroking his hair.
"No I'm not," Timmy shook his head. "I've read about the mechanics and I know what to do-"
"That's not it," Cosmo interrupted him pulling him down into a hug. "Don't you remember why you felt so sorry for Trixie? It's because she gave away her body without thinking."
Timmy raised his head to look into the green eyes below as he whispered, "But, she did it with men she barely knew. I know I love you."
Cosmo kissed his godchild softly before whispering against his lips, "I love you too. And, one day we will...you know. But, for now, we're perfect the way we are."
Timmy blushed even deeper and laid his head on Cosmo's shoulder, "I'm so sorry. I must look like a fool."
Cosmo smiled laying his head on top of Timmy's replying, "No, you're just curious. When the time comes, we'll be able to do whatever you want to do."
"I hope so," Timmy whispered smiling too before getting off the bed. "Might as well go take my shower now that I've embarrassed myself."
"Take your time and try to relax," Cosmo said sitting up and watching the boy grab some towels.
Timmy walked towards the bathroom, but turned around at the door saying, "I may be young, but sometimes I do wonder whether or not you think of me as sexy..."
Before Cosmo could answer Timmy dropped his pants and underwear on the ground leaving his godfather speechless as he closed the bathroom door. A dark red blush formed on Cosmo's face as he tried to shake out the memory of Timmy nude in his head.
"Unfortunately, yes..." Cosmo whimpered out burying his head in a pillow.
AN: I'm sorry that the ending was a little cheesy, but I thought you guys would like it :) Now, before anyone thinks this, I don't hate Trixie. She's a little annoying at times, but she's not a bad character. I gave her a little bit of a bad role to play just to show a little bit more of Timmy's naivety towards the world around him. The appearance of Chester and A.J...how did I do? Haha, it's actually entertaining to turn sweet lovable characters into annoying pricks. Well, I hope you all liked this chapter. More to come soon hopefully. Trying not to embarrass myself, but I did recently create a tumblr account beside my deviantart account. Being a blog site, I will be posting updates to the story and ideas about new stories as well. I'm hoping to find more CosmoxTimmy fans and explore some great story ideas. If you want, my tumblr name is sadisticdemongal . There's also a link on my profile. Well, bye bye for now. Review if you can and tell me what you think of the story line so far! Love you all 3