Let Me Be Your Reason-Ch 7

Chapter 7:

Eight year old Timmy stood solemnly in his father's study, looking out the large window pane. He heard his father typing continuously on his laptop, probably concluding another deal that would once again gain his family another millions of dollars. He paid no attention to his fathers ignorance, he knew that if he spoke he would only get more criticism. His father stopped typing for a second and asked him "Is that all you wanted to talk about, son?"

Timmy turned to look at him with a saddened expression and told him "Yes, father..."

His father then replied "Then go tell your mother goodnight and continue with your studies for a while."

Timmy nodded and slowly walked his way to the door leading to the hallway. He opened the door wide and stepped out but before he was able to close it, he heard his father say coldly "Your tutors say you're doing better in your studies than any student they've ever taught. Impressive..."

Timmy wanted to turn around but fought it and only replied "I see. I shall thank them for the compliments tomorrow."

"I did better than anyone else in my studies when I was your age as well" his father said, Timmy feeling his cold stare on the back of his head "Which means I will not be impressed with just that. One of these days you must prove yourself to me. I need to know if you will be ready to inherit this family's business and profit."

Timmy turned back at him, his eyes silently pleading at him to give him a chance but his father was already typing away at his computer, unwillingly to listen anymore to his son. His eyes softened but then they narrowed as he took his leave. "Of course, Father..."

Timmy's eyes shot open. He groaned when he realized it has just been another dream. For the past couple of weeks he had been having countless dreams of his past and it was starting to get annoying. He was about to get up and go take his shower when suddenly a familiar head of green hair was smiling down at him. His godfather yelled "Good morning, Timmy!" Loud enough to where he fell off his bed and landed very painfully on the floor.

He groaned a little, and rubbed his side where he had landed on, and sighed. "Would you please stop doing that!"

Cosmo apologized even though he was still smiling. "Sorry, Timmy."

They both heard Wanda poof into the room, she stood a couple feet away shaking her head at her husbands antics. "We've only been his godparents for a month and your already annoying the crap out of him."

Cosmo pouted while scratching a itch behind his ear. "I'm not annoying! I'm just...energetic."

Timmy laughed while getting up from the ground. He nudged Cosmo with his elbow, winking at him and saying "Unfortunately."

While Cosmo continued to pout, Wanda laughed along with Timmy. The laughter stopped however when they all heard a knock upon the bedroom door. A voice sounded "Time to get up, Timmy!"

Cosmo and Wanda instantly poofed back into the fishbowl just in time for Timmy's nurse to walk in and greet him. "Good morning, Timmy! I've got your schedule for the next week."

Timmy groaned loudly. "I don't wanna..."

The nurse frowned at that saying "But I thought you've started to like Dr. Shelley."

"I do like him. He's got some pretty good intentions and he does seem to agree with me on about everything except..."

The nurse sighed and turned around about to walk away. "Except he still thinks your crazy, right?"

"Exactly!" he exclaimed.

His godparents laughed silently in their fishbowl as his nurse placed a clipboard on top of Timmy's desk. She turned around to smile at him. "Well I guess you'll just have to keep trying to convince him, huh?"

"I guess..."

When the nurse walked out of the room, Timmy went over to see his schedule. Cosmo and Wanda both poofed back out and looked at their godson with curiosity at what his schedule would look like that week. But while they waited, they both waved their wands and their godson was then surrounded by pink and green smoke. When it disappeared, Timmy looked down and saw that his sleeping clothes had been transformed into a black shirt with pink streaks on the short sleeves and a pair of his black jeans with a small rip on the right knee.

"I see you already decided what I should wear today..."

"I'm sorry, Timmy" Wanda said, smiling big "We can't help it. Pink works for you!"

Timmy didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or not but he smiled back anyway. Wanda scooted over next to him and whispered in his ear "And Cosmo thinks you look cute in pink and black."

Timmy raised one of his eyebrows while grinning. "Is that so?"

Cosmo blushed darkly. "When did I say that?!"

Wanda winked at him saying "I was just playing, silly boy."

His blush went down a little and he laughed a little, playing along. "Right..."

Timmy turned around to face his godparents and told them "Well it seems they don't really have anything planned for me today. All I've got is a session with the doc at four."

Cosmo forgot why he was blushing and exclaimed "Great! We can go back to Rome today, to finish that tour we hadn't finished."

"That would be nice," Timmy replied "But I think Aaron's going into a withdrawal. I haven't really hung out with him for the past couple of weeks and he's seemed kinda depressed every time I tell him, I already had something planned."

Wanda nodded. "Well sweetie if you wanna hang out with Aaron today, that's fine. Cosmo and I don't mind. We love tagging along too."

"Yeah," Cosmo said with a knowing smile "We can go finish the tour anytime you want."

"Thanks, guys," Timmy said. He watched as they disappeared and reappear as arm bands on his wrist. He was about to walk out of the room when he saw himself in the mirror. He was surprised to find a small pink hat on top of his hair. He took it off and looked at it with a stunned expression.

"Where did you find this?" he asked.

"Cosmo and I found it while looking through your closet yesterday" Wanda replied "I thought it would fit nicely with your outfit."

"Wow, I used to wear this a long time ago. But when I came here I just stopped. I tried to find it a couple of times but I never was able to. Thanks alot!"

Cosmo and Wanda chuckled at Timmy's happy expression as he placed the hat back on his head. Timmy then found himself ready to go on with the day as he walked out of his bedroom and into the hallway.

--

Timmy walked on into the cafeteria. He saw the bustle for the new and improved breakfast's as many were waiting for their delicious meal. He smiled when he saw this and thought 'I'm glad I was able to help at least a little.'

He walked over to the usual table where he ate breakfast with Aaron. And as soon as he saw it, he saw also his red headed friend sitting in his usual seat, waiting for him. Aaron, who had been frowning, then grinned happily as he saw Timmy approaching. He jumped from his seat and pounced onto Timmy, hugging him tight. "Timmy! Good morning!"

He then looked up and saw the hat that his friend was wearing and picked it off. "Nice hat."

Timmy snatched it from him with a huff and placed it back on his head. Aaron laughed a little, telling him "You're so cute when you're angry."

Timmy then dragged Aaron over to the table so that they could eat their breakfast. They ate it pretty fast, while they talked about what they wanted to do on their 'day off'. Around the time when breakfast was over, Timmy noticed a girl over a few tables, crying her heart out.

Aaron noticed that his friends attention was momentarily concentrated on something else other than him, and looked over where he was. He saw the girl and knew what Timmy was about to ask.

"Yeah, that's Tootie over there. Her parents sent her here a few weeks ago. I think she's thirteen." he explained.

"But why is she crying?" Timmy asked, growing worried.

Aaron placed his chin in his hands with a grim expression. "I heard a rumour that when she came here, she came with a little dog that she named Chocolate. The dog was supposedly the only friend she's ever had and it's one of the main reasons why her parents sent her here. But she begged and pleaded for her dog to stay with her in here, and after hours of begging they finally allowed it."

Timmy blinked a few times before asking "Then where is her dog right now?"

"That's just it," Aaron stated "Even though Miss Graves and the other Director's allowed her to bring the dog, her parents have been ordering them to get rid of it. I hear some of the other directors finally gave in and this morning they took away her dog. She's been miserable all morning..."

"I see..." Timmy stood up from his seat abruptly. Aaron watched him get up and asked "Hey! Where are you going?!" But he soon got up as well and followed him as Timmy strolled over to the girl.

Tootie's eyes were covered by her hands as she tried to stop crying. Timmy felt really sorry for her. So he casually walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder asking "Are you going to be alright?"

Tootie looked up to see Timmy's smile and instantly started to blush, thinking that he was kinda cute. She tried to wipe some of her tears away. "I'll be fine, but I'm so afraid for my dog. They took him away from me and their gonna give him back to my parents," A few more tears fell down her cheeks "But I know my parents hate him. I just know they're not gonna take care of him..."

She wiped away some more of her tears before reaching into her pockets and taking out her dark purple glasses. She placed them back on, sniffling a little. Timmy smiled down at her while Aaron was busy getting jealous at Timmy paying more attention to the girl then he needed to.

They all heard behind them a dark voice "Such a shame..."

Mr. Lancer, the so called 'Medic Man' stood behind them. He stood taller than any of them, his glare could be seen even from behind his dark sunglasses. Timmy narrowed his eyes as he walked forward and placed a small container of pills on the table.

"Don't be such a fuss, Tootie," he said calmly "Just take your pills and everything will work out fine."

Timmy slammed his hand down onto the table, knocking off the pills and spilling them on the floor. "What right have you to take away something so precious to her?!"

Before Mr. Lancer could reply, they all heard a familiar voice tell him "Calm yourself, Timmy."

He looked over Lancer to see Miss Graves walking over to them with a serious expression on her face. She stopped next to Lancer saying "The Board of Directors voted on it last night. There's no changing what they decide."

"But you're the Head of the Directors! Whatever you say goes! Your vote counts more than all of them put together! You're-"

"Enough, Timmy!" Dr. Shelley interrupted as he strolled over to them "Miss Graves has a tough enough job trying to keep this asylum together, she does not need this right now."

"So you agree with them then?" Timmy asked, glaring at him, daring him to challenge him.

"I didn't say that..."

"Then what exactly are you saying?"

"I'm saying that the girl may have been accidentally altering her psychological sanity without her knowing. To quote Oleg P. Shchepin, 1988 'The main symptom of a psychiatric case is that the person is perfectly unaware that he or she is a psychiatric case.' "

Timmy glared even more fiercoulsy "To quote William James, 1910 'Whenever you're in conflict with your own subconscious, there is one factor that can make the difference between damaging it and repairing it."

"To quote from Carl Gustav 1892 'There is no coming to consciousness without pain.' "

"Quoting Albert Ellis 1913, 'The best years of your life are the ones in which you decide your problems on your own. You do not blame them on your mother, the ecology, or the president. You realize that you control your own destiny."

For about five minutes, Dr. Shelley and Timmy went at each with different lines of famous psychological quotes said by many of the more famous psychologists of their time. Everyone else just kinda stood in the background, Lancer was expressionless, Miss Graves was still wondering what the hell they were talking about, and poor Aaron and Tootie were as lost and confused as a school flunkie in a science fair.

...unfortunately so were Timmy's godparents. Wanda was still trying to figure out how the heated debate got started, and Cosmo's brain just finally had a meltdown and shut itself off.

After a few minutes of this, Miss Graves yelled "Will you stop it!!"

Timmy and Dr. Shelley, who had been up in each others faces, turned to look at the angry Head Director of the asylum. Timmy glared at her but the doctor suddenly grew very afraid.

Miss Graves cleared her throat a little before telling Timmy straight out "I'm sorry. But the Directors have made their choice and this afternoon so will I. Nothing you say or do will change my mind."

Saying that, she strolled away with her hands in her coat pockets. Dr. Shelley watched her go. He placed a hand on Timmy's shoulder but it was immediately shoved off. He wanted to say something to the boy but the glare he got from his patient was enough to shut him up. So he walked away as well hoping that Timmy would be better by the time their session came.

--

By the time one o'clock came around, Elena met up with the trio in the cafeteria as they tried to think of a way to save the dog from its imminent doom. Aaron, Tootie and Elena were sitting down at one table, being as quite as they could be. Timmy was busy scarfing down on grilled chicken and hot rolls on the table beside them. He was eating but at the same time, tapping his fingers on the table, trying to think back to the rule book that he had memorized the first day he arrived at the asylum. He was trying to see if he could remember anything that could even be barely a loophole.

Tootie watched Timmy tap his fingers and eat. She saw that his glass was empty of drink and she wanted to go pour him some more. He was being so nice to her. It made her blush. She stood up from the table and tried to walk over there but Elena stopped her saying "You don't wanna disturb him right now. He's thinking, hard. When he gets like this, he doesn't want anyone to interrupt his thought process. It's just his way of figuring out solutions to difficult problems."

She nodded and sat back down. She had heard that Timmy Turner was smarter than most of the doctors here but she was still amazed by the almost poetic debate he had had with his doctor.

Timmy was mad as hell. He knew that he had read something about this current situation inside the rules and regulations but his brain wouldn't let him remember. He chomped down on a piece of bread, barely savoring the warm buttery taste. Suddenly, his eyes widened when he remembered a particular rule that had been written as a precaution, but was still known as an actual rule. He stood up abruptly from his place, making all of his friends look at him, expecting him to say something.

"I need to go find something," he said before running off out of the cafeteria, leaving the others behind still wondering what the hell he was thinking.

--

Timmy dashed into a lone hallway and made sure that their was no one else around and no cameras. Searching to his heart content he finally looked down and asked "Cosmo, Wanda, can you help me?"

Instantly his godparents appeared before him standing in their somewhat human forms even though they still wore their wings and crowns. Wanda replied "We'll help anyway we can, Timmy."

"I need a copy of the Asylum's rules and regulations. I'm sure I read a loophole that can benefit this situation greatly but I need proof."

Cosmo told him with a smile "All you have to do is wish!"

Timmy nodded. "I wish I have a copy of Dimmsdale's Insane Asylum Rules and Regulations."

With that Cosmo and Wanda waved their wands and soon a heavy black book landed in their godsons hands. Timmy immediately opened it up and began flipping through the pages furiously. After long moments of searching, he finally found what he had been looking for. He closed the book and then quickly ran off to find Miss Graves, Cosmo and Wanda barely being able to transform back into his wristbands before he ran to far off.

--

Miss Graves yawned behind her desk. It was covered in papers, but the one on top was the one she was having difficulty with. It was the paper that the Board of Directors wanted her to sign to get rid of Tootie's dog, Chocolate. She wanted to throw away the piece of paper and have a free conscious. But she still felt the threat of being overthrown by those stupid Directors.

She was about to sign the paper when suddenly the door to her office slammed open and she saw Timmy run up to her desk and drop a huge black rule book in front of her. She was about to ask him what he was up to when he stated "Page two hundred thirty-seven."

She blinked a few times. "Huh?"

He flipped open the book stating "Page two hundred thirty-seven, section three, subsection two, sentence five. 'If there is ever any person, animal or device that indeed hinders a patients psychological insanity then it is required that the person, animal, or device stays with that specific patient."

She blinked a few times more, trying to understand what he had just said. But then it clicked in her mind and she looked down at the rule book to read what he had just stated. She read it over and over again to make sure.

"So you found a loophole..."

Timmy crossed his arms across his chest with a proud look on his face. "Yep!"

She flipped through a few more pages. "These books are only for the Asylum staff. Where did you get this one?"

Timmy eye's widened in surprise but then they narrowed as he slammed his hands down on her table. "That doesn't matter! What matters is that you have no right to take the dog away from Tootie."

Miss Graves stood up from her chair to where their faces were almost touching. She looked directly into his eyes. "This isn't about the dog is it? It's about the concept."

"The concept of you having the right to just take something that so precious to a poor girl," Timmy said, his voice growing dark "Pain and suffering is not the way to find a cure for insanity."

"Maybe not. But how do you intend to go through with this? All you've found out is that if the dog is perchance a way to save her sanity than she could keep it."

"Exactly!" he yelled "If you just show the Board of Directors the records from her psychologist, it'll be enough proof to give her dog back!"

"I'm not allowed to search through patients records, Timmy!"

"Then break the rules for once in your life!"

Instead of yelling back at him, she casually sat back down in her chair. She took a cigar from its container and lit it, inhaling some of its fumes. She looked up at him intensely. "This discussion is over."

Timmy glared down at her. He wanted to yell some more, to make her believe him, but he knew when she ever made a decision, she kept it. So he threw the rule book across the room, allowing it to crash into a bookcase, not caring about how much noise it made. He turned away from her and walked out of the office with his hands in his pockets.

Miss Graves sat in her chair contemplating what had happened. Finally she sighed and whispered to no one "Your son has certainly grown into a smart rebel..."

--

At around four o'clock that afternoon, Timmy, Aaron, Elena, and Tootie sat in chairs near the entrance to the hospital doors. Chocolate, a little brown Labrador, sat in its masters lap with his tail wagging. Tootie continued to pet his soft fur and looked over at her crush, Timmy. He was sitting on the last chair, his arms across his chest, a angry expression on his face, and one of his legs just kept bouncing up and down like he was waiting for something.

She had wanted to console him but both Aaron and Elena had told her "Two things you need to know about Timmy. You don't mess with him when he's thinking. And you don't mess with him when he's mad."

She sighed as she looked at the sign they had taped to the wall beside her. The Board of Directors had agreed that if they could find someone from the hospital to take the dog home, then they could if she didn't want her parents to. So they put up a sign saying "Free Dog to Good Home."

Aaron looked over at Timmy beside him, who was still pretty pissed off. He tried to help him by standing up and exclaiming "I don't see why we have to give up so easily! There must be something we can do!"

"Even you can't fight against the Board of Directors, Aaron," Elena replied, even though she felt the same way.

Aaron walked over to the sign and carefully took it off. "At least we can make the sign say something that would get people to not want to have the dog."

All three of them who were still sitting down, raised their eyebrows at him just waiting to see what he was going to do.

"Like put something up saying 'Good guard dog, but he'll bite you too' or 'If you have children and don't mind feeding them to this dog, then please adopt' or even go as far as putting something up saying 'Chronic Leg Humper, He Love You Long Time."

Elena growled a little before standing up, getting the sign from Aaron, rolling it, then hitting him over the head with it. "Bad idea! Besides even if we could stop people from wanting to adopt him. It's not their a expiration time we can count on to where, if he stays unadopted for so long, then she can keep him."

"Actually there is," Timmy replied, looking away from them. They all looked at him in surprise that he had talked but then they all got smiles on their faces by what he said.

"Well how long do we have?" Aaron asked, walking over to him with a grin.

"Two years," Timmy stated.

They all sighed and hung their heads. Tootie decided to speak up saying with a soft smile "It's alright. As long as we can get him a good home."

Timmy refused to look her way. "It's not right..."

Elena sighed. "No it's isn't right. But we can't fight everything, Timmy. Sometimes we just have to let things go."

Tootie and Aaron looked at each other but then they just hung their heads again. They sat their for a few more long minutes. Timmy wasn't even considering going to his session with Dr. Shelley. Over the past month he had begun to respect the doctor but what he did today proved extremely irritating in his book and he wasn't about to come crawling back to him.

They were all wrapped up in their depressing thoughts, that they didn't notice Miss Graves walk up to them with Dr. Shelley close behind her. She cleared her throat and they jumped a little in their seats when they saw her standing there. She saw Timmy glare at her and she brushed some of her dark purple bangs out of her face.

"I made my choice and gave it to together..." she said.

"Big deal," Timmy interrupted.

Dr. Shelley eyed him, trying to shut him up, but Timmy then just set his glare on him. Miss Graves continued saying "I have agreed to allow Chocolate to stay with his owner."

All of their eyes widened in surprise. Tootie stood up with her dog, and exclaimed "Oh thank you so much! I can't thank you enough!"

Aaron and Elena smiled at her reaction. Timmy stood up along with Tootie and walked over to her. "Why the change of heart?"

"I took a look at her records as you suggested and saw that she indeed seemed to get better as long as her dog was with her. So I made the only respectable choice I could have."

Suddenly the hallway was filled with light as lightning lit up the sky. They all looked outside to see the sky filled with dark gray clouds, heavy with rain about to fall. Dr. Shelley stated "It seems it became a little stormy during all of this drama. I suppose we should all just get to our rooms, and call it a night."

Elena nodded. "I'll take Tootie back to her room."

Those two left, and Miss Graves told them she had other stuff to do before the night was over so she left. When she walked away, she had looked back, and was glad to see Timmy give her a somewhat thankful look back. Aaron went off to get something else to eat, before he had to go on to bed so he ran off, leaving Timmy and Dr. Shelley standing in the hallway alone.

Their was a long silence before rain started tapping on the window panes and thunder roared somewhere far off. Dr. Shelley broke the silence saying "I know what you did was for sentimental reasons, but I do truly believe that she would've been better off without her dog."

"Do you believe that because you read it in some book?" Timmy asked.

"What do you mean?"

Timmy sighed. "It's about time you started figuring out problems on your own. You shouldn't let some book tell you whats right when it comes to the sanity of people's mind."

When the doctor didn't reply, he continued "So statistically speaking, has it been proven that just because this is an Insane Asylum then every patient in here is somewhat insane?"

"Well statiscally speaking..."

"Let me tell you something, doc," Timmy said, looking directly into the older mans eyes "In this asylum there are three kinds of patients. The first kind is the people who really are insane, like the kid who believes that he's the reincarnation of Jesus Christ himself. The second kind are teens whose parents where rich enough to send them here instead of sending them to jail, where they belong, like Zepher. The third kind is where the parents just become sick of their kid and send them here to finally get rid of them for a few years, like Tootie. Kids like Tootie don't deserve this, doc. It's like what I told somebody else, 'Pain and suffering is not the way to find a cure for insanity.' "

Timmy was about to walk away when Dr. Shelley asked him "Is that what happened to you?"

He stopped in his tracks, his head bowed. But then he continued to walk away, not saying a single word. Dr. Shelley watched him go, wondering about what his patient had told him.

--

Miss Graves sat in her office again, cigar in hand even though it wasn't lit. She was looking out at the cloudy sky, watching the rain pour down. Her mind kept going back to a distant memory. Her last conversation with a woman she had always considered a sister to her.

Flashback

"He's growing up very fast," Miss Graves said, sipping her tea. She looked over at the woman sitting across from her. She was a tall graceful woman, with long brunette hair gliding down he back and starling blue eyes.

The woman nodded. "Yes, he is. He's a magnicficent singer and artist."

Miss Graves giggled a little "He's six. Every mother thinks her son is amazing during this time."

She laughed a little too. "I suppose so, Sonya."

They laughed together, sipping their tea. Suddenly her friend said to her "Sonya, I have a request of you."

"Of course," she answered immediately "What is it?"

Her friend looked at her with a grim smile. "If ever there was anything to happen to me...will you promise to take care of my son. Will you look after my Timmy?"

Miss Graves looked at her questionably but then nodded saying "Yes. You don't need to worry. I'll take care of him, Diana..."

End Flashback

Miss Graves let her cigar fall to the floor as she let herself shed a single tear.

'Diana...what have I done...?'

--

Timmy had gone to bed early that night, ignoring his godparents almost completely. He was now asleep in his bed, as were Cosmo and Wanda in their fishbowl. But all wasn't well in Timmy's dreams.

Ten year old, Timmy sat on the couch with his mother beside him. They were laughing and having a great time. She pulled him close to her and told him how good of an artist he was. She told him how proud she was of him.

But then the laughter stopped when she told him "If something were ever to happen to me, my son. I don't want you to grieve, I want you to continue to live your life to its fullest potential."

"What are you talking about, mother?" he asked "Nothing is ever going to happen to you."

She smiled down at him, but then he noticed a small red line on his mothers throat. "Mother...?"

She looked down at the mark and wiped it away. He saw that it was blood leaking from his mothers throat. He was about to ask her what was happening when he saw a stranger behind her, carrying a long knife. He tried to scream to tell her to watch out but his voice didn't comply. He grabbed his mothers arms, trying to pull her away but wouldn't budge. He watched the knife rise and fall, and the spray of blood that covered his sight with a blinding red as he screamed.

"Mother!!"

Timmy bolted upright in his bed, tears and sweat gliding down his face. He looked at the clock and saw that it was barely midnight, but he threw his covers off and ran to the door of his bathroom, accidentally knocking into his bedside table in the process, waking his godfather up from his sleep.

When Timmy gripped the door handle to his bathroom, Cosmo opened his eyes to see what had made him wake up. When he looked at his godson, he instantly saw the state he was in. He immediately poofed out of the fishbowl and next to him asking "Timmy! Are you alright?"

He tried to put a comforting hand on his shoulder but it was slapped away angrily. He heard Timmy yell "Don't touch me!"

He looked up and saw more tears falling down his face. "Timmy, just tell me what's wrong!"

"Nothing!" Timmy exclaimed, opening the door to the bathroom "It was just a stupid nightmare!" And then he closed the door behind him, locking it and forgetting that Cosmo could come in anyway.

But Cosmo wasn't thinking at the moment and he knocked on the door. "It isn't just a stupid nightmare when you wake up crying your heart out."

He placed his ear on the door, and he was able to hear his godson's soft sobs. It was then he heard "It's fine! I'll deal with it like I always do!"

Cosmo's breath caught in his throat when for some reason he suddenly got an image in his head of a younger Timmy, mourning all by himself in his big mansion, with no one to comfort him. He placed his hand on the door thinking aloud "Does that mean you've always been alone?"

His eyes narrowed as he heard another soft sob, and in the next moment he poofed himself into the bathroom. He saw Timmy bent over the sink, his hands covering his face and his shoulders shaking as drops of tears landed in the water. His expression softened greatly as he placed a hand on his godsons shoulder and tunred him around to face him. He then placed both of his hands on Timmy's face, wiping away his tears.

He told him softly "You don't have to be alone, Timmy. Wanda cares so much for you. I care for you. We both love you very much. Please don't suffer like this, we can help you. I'll always be here to help."

"T-That's what she had always told me. Before she-" Timmy stuttered, more tears falling.

"Who?" Cosmo asked.

"My mother!" Timmy exclaimed "My biological mother who died four years ago. She had always told me that she would always be there for me. Then suddenly one day she was gone. She died and left me all alone."

"Was...was that what your nightmare was about?" his godfather asked, still trying to wipe away the tears.

Timmy slowly nodded. He was then surprised when Cosmo pulled him into the tightest hug he had ever given. He heard his godfather whisper into his ear "I'm sorry you had to go through that. But I'm here now. And I'm more than willing to be here for you."

Cosmo leaned back, smiling softly at Timmy, glad to see that the tears had stopped. Timmy swallowed a few times before nervously asking him "Cosmo...can you stay with me tonight?"

Cosmo nodded, still smiling and led them back into the bedroom. He let Timmy lay down on the bed before he laid down beside him. He grabbed the blanket and covered them with it. He smiled when he felt Timmy instantly snuggle up to him. They both placed their arms around each other, Cosmo placing his head just above Timmy's and Timmy laid his head just above his godfathers heart.

Timmy fell asleep fast, listening to the heartbeat of his godfather. Cosmo watched him fall asleep and right before he drifted off, he whispered "I love you, Timmy..."

And in his dreams, Timmy said to himself "Thank you, Cosmo. I love you too..."