He rung his hands nervously, flitting back and forth across the small pink front porch. He paused and placed his shaking hands on the purple railing for support, smiling to calm himself. His parents can't just start hating him, especially in his time of need. Looking at the what used to be lavender, but now a faint periwinkle from years of fading, railing, he remembered as his parents had carefully explained at his young age of eight that the color would forever keep him in their hearts. His parents were always ones for the small things mattering the most.
At the ripe adult age of nineteen, only one year into fairy university, being only eight years old felt so long ago.
But seeing his big brother for the last time felt like only yesterday.
Biting back tears, the fairy paced again, not bothering to flutter his wings this time. The curly-haired fairy let out a deep breath. This was not the time for crying; not the time for reminiscing on withering memories that every godparent (or in this case, godbrother) should have gotten over by now.
Sure, his parents were working over their depression on the matter a lot faster than he probably ever would. It was their job, after all. Also, after thousands of years of losing precious godchildren to the hands of fate to growing up, they had easily grown accustomed to the eternal ritual of letting it go.
Running his fingers through his thick, curly, purple hair, mind going back to the few days after his small family's loss.
As his eight-year-old self, he glanced nervously around the office of the godparenting community. His legs dangled from couch he sat on by the door. In front of him, he watched as his parents, one in each chair, sobbed as a rather sympathetic fairy handed them a clipboard covered in papers.
They each wiped their tears before hurriedly scribbling a signature on each line. The fairy behind the desk scoot the tissue box closer to them, glancing up at their tear-stained faces.
"I'm really sorry about this," The fairy shook her head, really feeling sorry for her childhood friends, unlike her usual gab to the godparents she honestly didn't know.
Wanda sniffled and took the hand of her long-lost best friend from high school, "I know. I'll miss him so much. But, like Jorgen said, he's been given so many exceptions throughout the entirety of having us. This is just one we couldn't give him, Tricia."
Tricia glanced between the couple, but caught eyes with the small boy in the back of the room. The three fairies turned to face the small fairy, causing him to blush, before they turned towards each other again.
"Have you told him yet?" Tricia whispered to her old friends, worry crossing her features.
"No…" Cosmo looked down sadly, "But we'll explain it soon. He's going to wonder why we aren't going back."
"And I'm afraid it's really going to hurt him," Wanda let a few tears escape, but tried blinking the rest away.
"I really do feel for you two. You've wanted to be godparents since high school. And now, look at you! The godparents of the ultimate hero of fairy world! Not only that, but you have changed his life that no one in his life could! And now you left him, knowing that he can live the rest of his life, happy with the residue of memories. You shouldn't be upset about the loss, but happy for the good changes."
The room fell silent as her words sink in. Cosmo and Wanda glanced at each other, and smiled.
Wanda glanced down, her tears drying, "Thanks, Tricia."
Cosmo felt his own smile fight his way through, "Yeah, thanks, Trish."
Tricia whipped off her reading glasses and leaned menacingly towards the green-haired fairy.
"What have I told you about giving me that nickname?"
Cosmo sunk down in his chair, biting back his giggles as he teased his old school friend. Tricia rolled her eyes and pulled her dark, sparkly purple hair to one shoulder and looked at their files.
"Well, you have been with him for 8 years, 5 weeks, and 6 days. Rounded out, I'd usually give you 9 months. But since you are good friends, I'll give you 9 months and an extra week of vacation time. Be back here after that time for your next assignment. Until then, have nice recovery time."
Tricia smiled warmly at her friends motioning for the doorway. The two shakily got up and moved towards the exit. Wanda picked up her son, caressing her tired son in her arms.
She glanced back at her friend, who could only mouth Good luck.
At first, the small fairy was only slightly confused when his parents helped him into a taxi cab with many bags of luggage. This taxi cab was different from the others, however. As this was one that delivered fairies to their fairy world home after they…
After they lost a godchild.
The gruff driver in the front instantly put out his cigar, even if he only smoked it outside of the window. Besides, a little kid was getting in.
He looked into the rearview mirror, and nearly choked on his own cough.
"Well, um, I did tell you guys that I would get you into this fairy cab one day, huh?" He smiled gruffly, trying to break the awkward silence, as he knew how this usually happened. Cosmo and Wanda's heads shot up to take a look at their driver, but both ended up smiling grimly. They recognized the driver who usually tried to take them away on more than a few occasions.
But Poof was completely ignorant to the entire exchange, as he leaned against Wanda's side on one side, and Cosmo comfortingly rubbed his arm on the other.
And much to Cosmo and Wanda's dismay and expectancy, he sat up with a start as he finally took a good look around where they were driving. And as much as his young, underdeveloped mind could comprehend, he realized they were in a place he did not recognize.
Panicking slightly, he looked up at his mother, "Mommy? I want to go home."
Wanda and Cosmo exchanged looks, and Wanda answered, "Sweetheart, we are going home."
"No! I mean with Timmy!"
"Poof, honey, we can't!" Wanda snapped at her young son, instantly regretting it as fear flickered through his eyes.
"Poof, listen, mommy's just upset." Cosmo pulled his son into his lap, totally ignoring the rules of the road.
"Look, Poof," Wanda sniffled again, "Look we aren't going to see Timmy again. We aren't allowed to."
Poof's eyes widened in shock, and he instantly looked to his father, eyes pleading that it was all a joke. The slowly, and carefully, explained how the job worked, fearing the worse for their son.
The car ride, much to the parents' surprise, was silent as Poof slowly processed what he was told.
Yet, it would only be nearly a year later that Poof would finally stop waking up every single night in a cold sweat, and months after that when he would stop having nightmares all together.
The nightmares weren't different ever. Every single night, he'd wake up at the same time, screaming for his brother to come back. In his dreams, he would find himself sitting on Timmy's lap, both of them crying as he felt his parents wrap their arms around them in a family hug. Just as he was about to tell his older brother just how much he loved him, an unseen force would constrict his body to near numbness, yanking him farther away from his brother. He parents still hugged him, crying themselves. But no matter how loudly he screamed out Timmy's name, his brother seemed to willingly let him go.
The part that scared him the most was that Timmy accepted the fact he would lose Cosmo, Wanda, and Poof once he turned eighteen. And the family themselves, no matter how hard they tried, couldn't for a good while.
During the time of the nightmares, both parents had originally came to him in the night. After the first night, Cosmo himself had to run out in tears. Wanda couldn't help feel bad for him. Yes, she had lost a child. Someone she considered her own son! But Cosmo had lost so much more than a son.
He had lost his best friend.
A friend that, other than Wanda and, later, Poof, who truly accepted him for who he was, and totally and utterly loved him for that.
Wanda couldn't help but feel worse for her boys than she did for herself about the loss.
Glancing down at her son after yet another nightmare, he looked at her with pleading eyes, "So, I'll never see Timmy again?"
She let a tear fall as she brushed his lavender locks out of his eyes, "I'm sorry, Sweetheart…"
And now, here he stood, at the second biggest milestone of his life. One that he regretted in more ways than one.
Puffing air out of his cheeks, Poof ran his hands down his face.
He was scared shitless, much to what would be his mother's dismay at such word choice. But he was terrified.
Glancing at his watch, he sighed again. There were two things he lived by, and those were sayings from his parents.
From his father, his fun-loving, goofball of a dad, taught him one thing.
You only ever need twenty seconds of courage.
When he first heard this, he had been thoroughly confused. But once his dad, who reminded him of… oh, who was that character from Disney? Goofy?
He smiled, and remembered how his dad told him that his whole "twenty seconds of courage" method helped him ask out his mother in the first place.
Even if it consisted of his father babbling "I-uh, ee, um, uh- yeah, wh- huh… h-hey, Wanda."
If Poof wasn't their child, as all children easily got disgusted by their parents' love story, he would have totally agreed that it was definitely kind of… cute.
Following up on that was his mother's kind advice:
Life. Goes. On.
It always amazed him that his parents were able to compliment and work together, even if it was unintentional.
But his mother's advice added more to his father's.
Though his father's advice usually worked, there were many a time that things did not go the way he wanted them to.
Taking one last deep breath, he faced the purple door. He glanced down at his watch, counting down from twenty.
He pounded on the door repeatedly and waited.
He glanced down at his watch again. Ten seconds to go.
He waited, and realized that even if his parents were angered by what he was about to tell him, even if his own brother wouldn't be there to help him through this, even if what he had just gotten himself into only a few months ago, and he was about to tell his parents exactly what happened…
Poof caught his breath as the doorknob started turning slowly.
He knew that after what he's gone through, and definitely about to go through:
His life is absolutely about to go on.
I was trying to get inspired to finish my OTHER fanfics, and what do I get?
A WHOLE OTHER FANFICTION.
Yeah, I'm totally not surprised xD
This story WILL be continued. Trust me. :D
This chapter is more explaining how the fairy family got to where they are today. It will start making sense.