Author's Note: Blue requested a snippet and since I had no direction tonight, I took him up on it. Here's a rather light hearted Timmy and Tootie Raven Angel snippet. I'm sorry it isn't longer, but anyone who knows me I can't keep fluff for long.
Catch as Catch Can
Today, his warden was occupied with other things. He didn't know what, nor did he care. Wanda was being secretive, but as long as she stopped acting like his second shadow for a few minutes, he didn't give a fuck. Let her play with someone else for a change. He was seventeen, not seven, and while he appreciated and loved her, she was stifling him. With Wanda gone, Cosmo and Poof had gone out after Timmy's repeated assurances he would be fine, and this left Timmy, for the first time in many months, alone. He had a fairy pendant in case he needed to call his godparents or his godbrother and he had shoved it into his pocket. He didn't anticipate needing it.
Being alone after being tailed for so long felt strange, both worrying and liberating. Soon, the warm Californian sun on his skin, the fact it was Saturday and school was two days away, and the hope Vicky had had a violent meeting with a tractor trailer chased away most of his fears. He could totally handle being by himself. He was cool. He was Timmy Turner, saver of worlds and general badass. Hell, right about now, he could save the world with his hands tied behind his back and blindfolded. He was just that good.
"No pink, green, or purple animals today," a soft feminine voice said behind him and Timmy jumped, crashing into the nearest tree. Tootie, hands on her hips, stared at him. Today, she was wearing a black jean skirt a couple inches above her knees and zippers along her thighs and crotch; on top she wore a black jean vest with nipple zippers (he had to wrench his gaze away from that before she smacked him) and underneath the vest was purple tank top exposing her midriff. Her leather boots with three inch heels reached her knees and, at the moment, he was about level with her crotch. Scoffing, she yanked him up to his feet and he brushed himself off.
"I meant to do that," he said, referring to the tree.
"Of course you did," she said. "You're out on good behavior?"
"I guess…" he said. "What are you doing here?"
"I live here," she said blankly.
"In the park?" he said.
"What, did you absorb their ability to take everything literally?" she muttered. Louder, she said, "I'm taking a walk. I thought I'd scope out any potential wrongdoers."
"In broad daylight?" he said.
"We've lived here how long and never batted an eye at the strange things that happen here," she said. "Hell, a meteor could fall right in front of us and it'd be just a normal day in Dimmsdale, CA."
Timmy didn't like the way this conversation was headed. Her comments made him uneasy and protective over his secret. She eyed him and then smiled, her smile free of malice and seemingly just pleasure at seeing him. It was so unlike Vicky's predatory gaze that he relaxed again.
"Since when do you wander Dimmsdale?" he said.
"Since when is that any of your business?" she shot back.
"Uh, since I asked," he said. She snorted.
"Well, I could tell you, but I don't think I will," she said. Her eyes twinkled and he gritted his teeth.
"I bet whatever it is, I'd be better at it than you," he said. She whirled like a dervish and, in a move his brain barely processed, she kicked his feet out from under him. She followed it up by stringing him up on a tree branch and using his sleeves to bind his arms together. He gawked.
"Care to try that again, Timmy?" she said sweetly.
"I think I'll pass," he said. She freed him and he dropped onto the ground on his feet. A couple people playing chess a few feet away stared strangely at them and Tootie stared back at them until they looked away. Then she blew them a raspberry.
"Did you have any plans for today or were you going to wander aimlessly until you found something to drool over?" she said.
Answering honestly would probably get him smacked and besides, thinking heavily about that particular subject made his stomach turn. He wanted to be normal, he did, but every time he considered it, he thought about the night with Vicky and his skin crawled.
"Either or," he said. "And what about you? What were you going to do? Stand around all day?"
"I thought I'd go fairy hunting," she teased. "It's very in this season."
The color drained from Timmy's face and his hands trembled. Tootie snorted and nudged him. Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Wow, way to take a joke," she said and tossed her hair, which was braided down her back today. "I was joking, Timmy. Calm down. I know fairies don't exist."
He relaxed, although he eyed her warily, and she snorted.
"Your first day free and you're going to spend it staring at me?" she said. "Let's go to the arcade."
"You do that?" he said. "You're a girl."
"Just because I have boobs-" she pointed to them and the color rose in his cheeks, "doesn't mean I can't handle a joystick. As the old Sega ad said, 'It gets harder the longer you play with it'."
This time, Timmy turned beet red, but Tootie didn't give him a respite. Instead, she sauntered along the park's path toward the street intersection and hit the pedestrian light to allow them to cross. Lurching a little, his pants uncomfortably tight now, he followed her. It was hard not to follow that cute little rear with his eyes and she elbowed him. Grinning from ear to ear, she indicated the red light meaning they could cross.
"I do declare, Timmy Turner, you are taking liberties with me!" she said.
"I…what?" he said. She laughed insanely and dragged him across the street.
"We're going to walk to the mall?" he said.
"I thought we could whip up a magic carpet," she started and stopped at his face.
"Touchy, aren't we?" she said. "Next thing you'll be telling me elves, genies, sprites, pixies, and fairies are all real. Oh, and you can get anything you want by wishing for it. As if."
The blood drained from his face, among other areas, and he croaked. Shaking her head, she touched his cheek and smirked.
"Never play leapfrog with a unicorn, Timmy," she said. He didn't answer and she snickered.
"Haven't you ever heard of Robot Unicorn Attack?" she said. "The fairies give you three lives, but you will fail!"
The name sounded familiar. It was a video game online. He relaxed again. She had to be referring to online roleplaying or fantasy novels. There was no way she meant anything by her comments. Afraid to tempt the fates by asking again, he walked alongside her and kept a good foot distance. For a few seconds, she looked crestfallen, but she covered it up with another smirk.
She stopped in front of a window display with the latest video game system and an impressive price tacked onto it. Timmy's mouth dropped and he began to drool. He had wanted this thing ever since he had heard about it, but Wanda wouldn't let him get it because the only video games out for it were too violent for Poof. He sneered.
"Almost makes you wish you had a fairy godmother, doesn't it?" she whispered in his ear and he yelped.
She snickered at his face and tugged him away. "Isolation makes you jumpy as hell."
For a while, they walked relative silence, only making inane comments. He had to wonder, again, if her previous comments were as pointed as he thought they were. Whatever the reason, she was having a great deal of fun at his expense.
"When's the last time you spoke to your parents?" she said out of the blue, when they were passing City Hall.
"A while ago," he said. "Why?"
"Just curious," she said. "Not everything is an attack."
"I know that," he said. But just what was up with her?
"What are you going to do after you graduate?" she said, changing the subject again.
"I dunno," he said. "Play video games and watch TV. Cedric said I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."
She rolled her eyes. "So you're going to be a twenty year old loser living in his parents' basement and screaming over Ventrilo about the idiot noobs who stole your gear?"
"What's wrong with that?" he said.
"Oh, nothing, Paladin," she snorted. "Have fun collecting meaningless things and spending hours on a stupid MMO no one cares about."
"And what are you going to do?" he countered.
"Go to college," she said. She looked him over. "Yeah, you're not college material."
"I could go to go college," he snapped.
"Are you even going to graduate high school at this rate?" she said.
"Wendy's been helping me," he said, pouting. She rolled her eyes and touched his cheek again. He flinched and withdrew and the hurt look returned.
"Whatever she did to you, I'm sorry," she said. "She's going to get what's coming to her. I promise."
"I don't want to talk about it," he said stoutly.
"Okay," she said. The conversation ended for a while. He shivered again and she balled her fists.
"We could play your favorite game at the arcade," she offered after a few minutes' silence. "Or you could play and I could watch."
"Maybe," he said and she grimaced.
"I know it doesn't mean much to you, but I'm not the little girl you had to protect all those years ago. I can defend myself now and I will defend you. We're equal now," she said.
He sized her up and saw the muscles in her arms and legs. He also saw the affection in her gaze and turned away, unwilling to face it.
"Whatever you want to do," she said, "now or in the future, I'll be here for you. I only want to make you happy."
"At least you're not stalking me anymore," he muttered.
She smiled brightly at him and for a few seconds, seemed to give off a glow he had glimpsed once or twice around his fairies. Almost against his will, he began to feel better, as if maybe things weren't as bad as he thought.
"I don't have to," she said. "You have your own cadre of stalkers."
He grimaced. "Tell me about it. She won't let me go anywhere without adult supervision. What am I, five?"
She poked him in the stomach right above the crotch. "You don't look five to me, Tim-Tim."
"Exactly," he groaned. "I'm not going to detonate if she's not around me twenty-four seven."
"Or are you?" she quipped. He rolled his eyes.
"I always thought Crocker was a bomb," she said. "He'd just explode and smack himself over the head. Whatever happened to him?"
"They locked him in a mental hospital," he said and smirked. "He rambled about fairies to the wrong person."
"You know, there's a group of people online who think fairies and things like them are real," she said and rolled her eyes. "I blame the media."
"Ridiculous," he said weakly and she nudged him.
"You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, right?" she said.
"Aside from squeezing me until I can't breathe," he replied.
"You'd like that now, wouldn't you?" she replied.
He eyed her up and down and licked his lips, a subconscious reaction. She laughed and skipped down the street to enhance the view. He raced after her and she turned, grinning, halting in the middle of the sidewalk.
"I've been chasing you all these years and now you have to chase me," she said. "How apropos."
"Don't be a smart ass," he replied.
"Anything with you would make me a smartass," she quipped. "Mr. I have enough Fs to sink a ship."
"That was just Crocker!" he said, hastening to catch up with her.
"Uh huh," she said. "I don't believe you."
"It was!" he said. "And how would you know? You weren't here."
For a second, sadness gleamed in her eyes and then mirth replaced it. "I can guess."
"Guess again," he replied.
She picked up dirt and sprinkled it in his hair. "Fairy dust. I wish I knew Timmy Turner's grades."
Gasping, she pretended to cradle her head in horror and whined, affecting a stricken face. "Oh, no, the atrocities! No, no more! I can't take it!"
"Hey!" he said and she laughed.
"Catch me if you can, Timmy Turner," she replied. "Wind to thy wings."
Then she lurched forward, forcing him to trail her again. His heart lifted and, for a few precious minutes, he felt light again, airy and happy. No girl in recent history had ever made him feel like this. He grinned from ear to ear. He was enjoying this entirely too much.