Let Me Be Your Reason-Ch 10

Chapter 10:

Cosmo sensed the coming of dawn, though inside the room was dark and shuttered. It called him from sleep. He slowly blinked his eyes to the surrounding darkness as his awareness crept in. The night with Timmy in his arms lingered in his memory, his shoulder beneath the child's cheek and his outstretched palm on the boys back beneath the blankets. He still feared for his godson, but perhaps if he kept him always this close, he could keep him safe even from his own father.

A more troublesome thought wormed into his awareness. He tried to fight it down, hoping to let the peaceful moment stay. But he knew he could no longer deny it. He could no longer deny that his beloved godson had stirred feelings deep inside him that no one had been able to do before. He could now imagine himself kissing those soft lips of his. His dreams circled around holding his dear Timmy close to him like someone would with a long lost lover.

Exactly three months had passed since Timmy had been chosen to be his new godchild. He was much different than any other human child he had encountered. So much different than any being he had ever laid eyes on. This particular person was able to bring such strong emotions back into his empty life. For the first time in a long while, he felt a overwhelming happiness and joy just to be by his side. As well as other emotions. He had never felt such a strong level of anguish and grief when Timmy had been injured.

He carefully placed the hand he held against the boys cheek on top of his forehead. He brushed away some of the soft brown bangs and leaned forward his own head. He barely grazed his lips across Timmy's cheek, and then after he placed a longer one atop the child's forehead. When he pulled back, he whispered softly, "You've been hurting so much. You said you needed a reason. I wonder if I could could ever be that reason..."

"Well isn't this sweet?" asked a voice that sounded alot like Wanda.

Cosmo's eyes widened considerably at the sound of his wife's voice. He turned his head around so fast he felt his neck crack a few times. Seeing his wife standing there, instead of letting Timmy go, his grip actually tightened on the boy.

"W-Wanda...um. What are you doing here? T-This isn't wasn't it looks like..." he stammered out with a guilty smile on his face.

Wanda just shook her head at her husbands antics, "Not what it looks like, huh? My ten thousand year old husband lying in the same bed as our fourteen year old godson and also kissing him on the forehead as he continues to sleep," she crossed her arms, "You must think of me as an idiot."

"Not at all!" Cosmo exclaimed trying to soothe her rage, but when he saw her serious expression he said, "Look, Timmy has been having trouble sleeping and so I've been staying with him for the past couple of weeks to make sure that he's able to sleep well. And the kiss was nothing special! It was just a short butterfly kiss from godfather to godson. Just like a goodnight kiss!"

"It's six o'clock in the morning."

"Uh, yes. Well..."

But before he could say anything else, Wanda grabbed him by his collar and poofed them both back into their bedroom, leaving Timmy still sleeping in the other room. Cosmo flinched when she let go of him. He told her desperately, "Okay, I know you're mad but if you'll listen to me for just five more seconds I can..."

His rant was cut off when he heard Wanda began to chuckle. He looked up to see her actually smiling.

"What's so funny?" he asked, almost feeling insulted.

"You," she stated, "You always act so pathetic when you're in love."

"Huh?!" he exclaimed, "What did you mean?"

"I mean the little thing that's forming between you and Timmy," she said to him, still wearing her mischievous smile.

Cosmo instantly started blushing at the sound of Timmy's name. He stood up straight from his crouched position though he couldn't dare look her in the eyes, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Suddenly Wanda burst out laughing. Cosmo stared at her stunned at what he was seeing. So stunned he couldn't make a comeback. He opened and closed his mouth several times trying but failing to find the write words.

After a few minutes of her laughter, Wanda wiped her eyes saying, "No idea?"

When her husband didn't say anything she told him, "Well, here's a thought. Ever since Timmy has been assigned to us you've changed dramatically. You're now happy most of time instead being grumpy like with our other godchildren. You get so worried over him when he not even in danger. And...whenever Aaron tries to snuggle up to him you get immediately jealous like a love struck boyfriend in high school."

"What?! I do not!" he exclaimed, the light blush on his cheeks going darker and darker.

"Oh, please," Wanda said, waving a hand at him, "The last time Aaron tried to kiss him you sulked in your room for five hours twiddling your thumbs and whining like a lost puppy."

His blush got to a new height as it went even darker making his face look almost like a strawberry. "I-I..." he stammered out trying to make up some excuse for his recent behavior.

Suddenly he replied, "I plead the Fifth!"

Wanda just stared at him, "That's for humans, dummy. Not fairies."

"I plead it anyway!" he yelled, pointing at her furiously.

"Oh, shut up," she told him, smiling, "Admit it. You like him..."

At the end of her statement, Cosmo fell down on the floor in a graceful face-plant. When he looked back up at her, he tried to do his best puppy dog face.

He begged her, "Please Wanda! Stop! I can't take much more!"

"Then admit you like him and I'll gladly stop," she replied smiling down at him.

He sighed before he looked away from her with a small frown, "Fine...I-I kinda..."

Wanda leaned down towards him and placed one of her hands behind her ear, "What? I can't hear you..."

Cosmo stood up placing his hands on top of his head but then shouted, "I fell in love with our godchild! Alright?!"

He slowly looked over at her to see her reaction to his outburst. Surprisingly, she just merely stood there with the same smile that she had before. She did giggle a little before saying, "I thought so."

Cosmo put his hands down. He stared at her happy expression wondering how in the world she was taking all of it in so well, almost even encouraging him to have feelings for Timmy. He crossed his arms and gave her a look saying, "You're sure taking this pretty well. Aren't you gonna get mad at me?"

"Why would I?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

Cosmo started pacing as he replied to her saying, "Um, let's see. I'm a ten thousand year old fairy godfather in love with my fourteen year old godson. Can you not see why I think you would freak out?"

"Well do you really love him? With all your heart?"

Cosmo stopped pacing for a second allowing the questions to sink in. When he thought about it for a few long moments, he smiled softly, "I do. I love him," he looked back at her, "And I know he needs me. Yes, he has Aaron, Elena, Dr. Shelley, and Miss Graves, but he's told me himself that he's never truly had a shoulder to cry on. I want to be that shoulder. You heard what he said to Miss Graves. I want to be his reason to live."

"Wow..." Wanda breathed out. When Cosmo looked at her questioningly, she replied, "I think that might be the most heartfelt thing you've ever said."

Cosmo's smile grew. They stood there, smiling at each other for a second before Wanda told him, "He does love you, you know."

He sighed though he was still smiling, "Yeah, just not in the way I love him."

"Well there is one person we can ask to make sure...," Wanda replied, scratching her chin with her soft smile suddenly going a little evil.

"Who?" Cosmo asked. But then a thought entered his mind, "Oh no. Y-You don't mean..."

Wanda ignored him, cleared her throat and waved her wand yelling, "Oh, Cupid!"

Cosmo's eyed widened while he waved his hands frantically in desperation, "No! No! No!"

A puff of pink smoke filled the room as he yelled to Wanda, "Why would you bring him here?!"

A voice sounded from amid the smoke, a particular high male voice, "Because no one knows more about love then I do!"

Cosmo groaned as he turned around slowly to face one of the few people he truly disliked. Cupid, the god of love, stood across the room smiling brightly in his usual attire. His frilly pink shirt perfectly matched his light pink hair and eyes, along with a slender pair of black pants he looked better than he usually did. He also noticed that the so called god of love was sipping from his regular white coffee cup with the big red heart on the front.

He crossed his arms on his chest when Cupid flew over to Wanda and gave her a hug without spilling what was left of his coffee. Cupid exclaimed, "Wanda, darling! It's so good to see you!"

Wanda hugged him back, giggling a little in return, "It's good to see you too."

When Cupid let go of her, he turned around to see Cosmo almost glaring at him, "I see you're not wearing your trademark diaper today. How surprising."

Cupid shrugged his shoulders, "Well I have gotten a few complaints over the past couple of centuries over how I dressed and I decided to shake things up a little bit."

Cosmo rolled his eyes at the reply, "Only a few? What a shame..."

It was now Wanda's turn to glare at him, and Cupid pouted at him saying, "Oh you're so hurtful, Cosmo. Why must you hate me so?"

Cosmo turned away from them and tried to resist from rolling his eyes once again. Truthfully, he didn't hate Cupid. He just really disliked him. Back when he and Wanda were dating, he had gone to Cupid to make sure that Wanda was the one for him. Cupid had, of course, told him that they were meant for each other and even helped them plan their wedding. But when a few hundred years had past, he and Wanda's relationship had slowly gone downhill. They had planned for a divorce but learned that they couldn't retain their godparent job if they were divorced. So they stayed married. Cupid had been at the meeting when they decided it. He had made the one comment Cosmo detested him over so much, "I knew you two weren't meant for each other."

Cosmo turned back around, frowning even more, "Make a guess. I'll give you a hint. It happened a little over eight thousand years ago and you completely ruined my love life in the process."

Cupid sighed desperately, "I told you a long time ago! Your mother had paid me to get you two together! Back then I was selfish! I loved money more than anything! Getting you two together was just a way to get some quick cash. And I've apologized millions of times!"

Cosmo gave into himself and rolled his eyes again, "Whatever you say..."

Cupid smiled softly even though he knew that the green haired fairy was still mad at him, "Well no matter how much you're mad at me, I must tell you congratulations!"

Cosmo gave him a confused look, "Huh?"

The god of love just smiled at him and replied, "You've finally found you're true love! Even without any help of my magic love arrows!"

"You mean..."

Cupid nodded enthusiastically, "I must say that you and that Turner kid make quite a cute couple!"

Cosmo tried to retaliate, "Wait a minute...!"

Cupid poofed from his original spot to the one right next to Cosmo. He swung his arm around the godfathers shoulder before saying, "Don't worry. No one has paid me anything. I'm telling you the truth. And truthfully you and Turner are pretty much made for each other."

Wanda walked over to them, "That's what we needed to talk to you about."

"I don't want to talk about it!" yelled Cosmo.

Cupid shook his head at Cosmo's rant, "You're in denial. That must be it. It's obvious you're in love with Timmy. I'd love him too!"

At that Cosmo glared at him furiously, but Cupid frowned saying, "Darling, it's my job. I love everyone."

When he just continued to glare at him, Cupid stepped away, "I guess I'm still not welcome. Oh well..."

Wanda tried to stop him but one look from her husband made her quiet. But just when Cupid was going to leave, he said, "But you know..."

Cosmo had begun to walk away but when he heard the other speak, he stopped.

Cupid turned his head to look at Cosmo's back and finished saying, "Timmy loves you a lot more than you'd ever think..."

With that said, he quickly poofed himself away leaving the husband and wife standing alone in the bedroom. Wanda tried to say something but Cosmo quickly walked out of the room, not daring to look back.

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Aaron and Elena sat outside of a hospital room, waiting patiently for any news to come about Timmy. Aaron was sitting cross legged on the wooden chair while tapping his fingers on his jean covered knees. Elena was sitting perfectly still though her black army style boots scraped the clean floor whenever she moved them. She was reading a small black velvet book with no title on the front that she kept close to her face as she tried to keep her patience with her pyromaniac friend.

People walking by couldn't help but think that they looked together. Aaron, with his severely torn and faded blue jeans and his bright red t-shirt that contrasted his almost blood red hair, looked like a tragedy waiting to happen. While Elena had sported her usual attire, a pair of long black jeans and hoodie with numerous pale white skulls on it, sleeves completely torn off leaving her arms bare except for the numerous scars aligning her arms. With her long straight black hair and numerous chains hanging close to the ground, she easily looked like a girl that could kill anyone she wanted to.

When the hundreth doctor had passed by them, Aaron threw up his hands in frustration, "We've been waiting for hours! How much longer are they gonna be?!"

Elena lowered the book a little to look at him with a annoyed expression, "It's only been fifteen minutes..."

"Yeah, well it feels like a few hours to me. I don't understand why they've kept him locked up for so long," Aaron said with a huff.

Elena raised her book back up though she still replied, "Well, Timmy's injury isn't exactly the kind of wound that everyone can live through. Remember on the first night? Everyone was saying that he wouldn't last a day but now its been a week. And a wound like that can easily reopen. It's like what the doctor said a moment ago, 'Expect the unexpected.'"

Aaron cringed, "I hate that saying..."

"Expect the unexpected?"

"Yeah!" he exclaimed, "It doesn't make sense! It's like saying 'Expect the world famous Chip Skylark to come to the Asylum because he got a mysterious letter telling him that his childhood friend, Timmy, got injured by a jail-break psychopath!"

Suddenly after his rant, a shadow stood over them. Aaron was about to yell at the guy until he saw who it was.

Chip Skylark, in all his glory, stood in front of them with a bouquet of roses in his hands. Aaron noticed that he looked exactly like he did in the movies with his jet black hair and baby blue eyes. All around, the nurses were screaming silently at how handsome he looked with his baggy blue jeans and red jacket and hat

Chip smiled at them while both Aaron and Elena sat there staring at him, not believing what their eyes were seeing. The famous pop sensation broke the silence by saying, "Uh, hi. I'm looking for Timmy Turner's hospital room. Do you know where that might be?"

When they didn't answer, he continued saying, "I'm a childhood friend of his. I got this weird letter a couple days ago saying that he got injured by some sort of jail-break psychopath."

At the same time, Aaron and Elena slowly raised their left hands and pointed to the door a couple yards away. Chip thanked them before walking away and heading towards the door.

Silence came for another five seconds till Aaron crossed his arms and stated loudly, "That was pure coincidence."

Elena's response was only, "Whatever you say."

When Chip had almost gotten to the door, it opened up to reveal Timmy dusting off his black jeans with his hands. He looked up and saw him standing there. He exclaimed, "Chip?!"

Chip's face lit up as he replied, "Timmy! It's so good to see you!"

But before the two friends could greet each other properly Aaron yelled, "Timmy!" and tackled the poor boy onto the floor. Timmy let out a yelp when his back suddenly hit the cold hospital floor.

Chip was about to ask what was going on when the door opened up again letting Miss Graves and Dr Shelley step out. They both blinked in confusion at the sight of the teen pop sensation before they looked down and saw Aaron on top of a helpless Timmy. Elena ran over to them just about the time Timmy yelled, "Aaron! Get off me! My breathing is already constricted enough!"

Miss Graves narrowed her eyes before grabbing the collar of Aaron shirt and throwing him off the boy. Elena caught him at first but then allowed him to fall to the ground painfully. She smiled while waving towards them. Chip turned back his attention back to Timmy for a second saying, "Who are all these people?"

Timmy scratched the back of his head smiling nervously. "There just some friends I've made here in the Asylum."

Dr. Shelley cleared his throat to try and break the tight atmosphere, "Might I ask why you are Mr. Skylark?"

Chip smiled brightly and looked down at Timmy, "I'm just here to see a great friend of mine."

Timmy stared up at him with a confused expression before his eyes softened and he offered him a hand to shake. Chip gladly took his hand and shook it with eagerness in his eyes. Timmy looked over at Elena trying to get Aaron back on his feet and said, "Let me introduce you to my new friends."

He pointed towards them saying, "Those two over there are Elena and Aaron. They have been my friends for pretty much my entire stay here," he then pointed towards the two behind him, "And the lovely woman behind me is Miss Graves, my new guardian, and Dr. Hubert Shelley, my own personal doctor."

Chip smiled at all of them, "It's nice to meet all of you. I'm glad Timmy was able to find some good friends here."

Aaron stepped forward and patted his shoulder lightly saying, "Well the bond between me and Timmy is quite stronger than just normal could even say that we're..."

Before he could say anything else, Miss Graves walked over to him and hit him over the head with an empty bedpan she had found in the hospital room. Chip jumped when Aaron slumped back down to the ground with a yell. He nervously looked back over to Timmy to see his friend laughing at the sight. He had forgotten how wonderful his laugh sounded.

He took both of Timmy's hands into his own while winking at him, "So, Timmy. What do you say? You. Me. Cafeteria. 6 o'clock. Dinner?"

"Woah! Woah! Woah!" yelled Aaron from the floor. He jumped up and separated them with his angriest expression, glaring straight at the famous singer, "Buddy, let's get something straight. No touching Timmy. You. Me. Outside of the Asylum. Noon. I'll kick your ass!"

Chip was about to retaliate when Timmy muttered, "Down boy," and pinched the pyromaniac on his neck making him slip into subconsciousness. Then replied, "I'd love to have lunch with you."

"Great!" he exclaimed, "I have to go right now but I'll see you at six tonight!"

With that he ran off waving goodbye to them all. Timmy waved back with a smile. When he turned around he saw that Elena, Miss Graves, and Dr. Shelley were all looking at him with suspicious grins.

"What?"

Dr. Shelley and Miss Graves shook their heads while Elena asked plainly, "Do you enjoy being oblivious?"

Timmy replied, "You mean as oblivious as the kiss mark on the doc's cheek?"

Elena looked over at him squinting her eyes to see that the doctor was suddenly blushing like crazy. It grew even more suspicious when Timmy said, "And that it's the same color purple as the lipstick that Miss Graves is wearing?"

Suddenly Miss Graves started blushing as well. They both started laughing nervously before walking away with their hands in their pockets. Elena watched them as they walked away and told him, "I think I'm going to take a walk as well. Bye, Timmy!"

"Bye! Try not to do anything too evil," he yelled after her. He smiled before walking away in the opposite direction, casually stepping over his red headed friend, and headed towards his room.

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By the time two o'clock cam around. The sky was already dark with storm clouds. Everyone knew that a huge storm was headed their way, perhaps one of the biggest that the Asylum had ever seen. But Timmy was too busy inside of his godparents castle to worry about an upcoming storm. He was sitting inside Wanda bedroom as she brushed his hair while she complimented on how amazing his hair looked. He would laugh at her, telling her that he never did anything special with it. She finished with his hair and told him that she would be right back.

While he waited for her, Cosmo poofed into the room telling Timmy about the storm clouds.

"There's a huge storm coming our way...."

Timmy smiled at him, saying "I'm sure it will be fine. This Asylum's been through worse."

Cosmo walked over to him and placed his hands on his shoulder. He leaned forward to set his head on top of his godchild's. His eyes softened at the sight of Timmy's reflection looking back at him.

"You look quite handsome today..."

For reasons unknown, Timmy started blushing a little. But to cover it up, he chuckled and thanked him. Cosmo's arms wrapped themselves around his torso bringing them close together. Timmy's eyes slowly closed as the warmth that radiated from his godfather slowly envelop him. Memories of when they had danced together in the fields of India filled his mind. His head slowly leaned back to where he was looking straight up at his godfather's green eyes. He saw his eyes widened and wondered why but didn't think anything else of it.

Cosmo, on the other hand, had somehow found himself in quite an interesting conflict. The love of his life was now staring up at him with his beautiful sapphire eyes. A deep red blush came over his cheeks as he noticed that their lips were merely inches apart. And Timmy even looked liked he wanted him to kiss him...

Suddenly he closed his eyes and pulled away from his godchild. Timmy blinked a few times, wondering where the warmth had gone. Cosmo smiled back over him, picked up the brush that Wanda has used and began brushing his hair like she had done. Timmy almost purred when he felt his godfather playing with his hair. It had always been his weakness.

"Wanda should be back soon. I might as well go," Cosmo said to him with his smile slowly fading.

Timmy asked him while standing up, "Do you have to go?"

With a second of hesitation, Cosmo pulled Timmy into a strong embrace, "Don't you remember? I'll always be here for you. I love you..."

"I love you too..." Timmy muttered back.

They let go of each other before Cosmo poofed back to where ever he had come from. Timmy sat back down trying to contemplate what had just happened when Wanda came back into the room. She sat back down next to him and noticed that he was rather quiet.

When she asked him what was wrong, he asked her, "How did you and Cosmo fall in love?"

When he looked up at the mirror, he saw that Wanda's smile had quickly turned to a frown. She sat silent for a few moments before she replied, "Truthfully, Cosmo and I have never been in love."

"What?!" he exclaimed, "But you're husband and wife! You've been married for the past eight thousand years. How could you not love each other?"

She smiled again and calmly stated, "We do love each other. We're just not in love with each other."

"How...?"

She began playing with his hair again while saying, "I'll tell you a story that I've never told any of our other godchildren," she sighed and started, "Eight thousand years ago, when Cosmo and I had just started dating. He went to someone you might know as Cupid..."

"The god of love?"

She chuckled, "Yeah, him. You see, Cupid would always give advice to singles and also tell couple if they were truly made for each other. When Cosmo spoke with him, Cupid had told him that we were definitely made for each other."

"Then, what went wrong?"

"Back then, Cupid had been corrupted by influence of money and personal items. Cosmo's mother and my father had wanted us to get married so they had paid Cupid to tell Cosmo what he wanted to hear. So a couple years later, we got married and things started out great. People say that we lost our love after a few thousand years when really it was lost before the first couple hundred. He and I both soon realized that Cupid had been wrong. We even settled for a divorce but..."

"But what...?"

Wanda smiled softly though her eyes gleamed of hidden sadness, "The Fairy Council Leaders had told us that we could no longer keep our godparent job if we were to divorce. We both loved being godparents and didn't want to quit just because we didn't love each other a certain way. So we kept our marriage but we agreed to let the other date anyone we wanted. I easily started dating again but Cosmo...never really found anyone else."

"I-I see..." stuttered Timmy. He gripped his pants leg in concentration. He thought to himself, 'He always seems so happy. Could it be that he's really hurting inside?'

Wanda patted his head softly, smiling. "Cosmo's really only had one true friend in his life."

"Who?"

She smiled brightly before replying, "You."

She stood up before he could say anything to her. She walked a few steps away, but before she left she told him, "You say you need a reason to live. I think Cosmo is also in need for one as well...," she looked back over at him, "Maybe one day you both can find your reasons."

With that she poofed out of the room. Timmy sat there for many minutes trying to think about what she had said. He thought back to when he had looked into his godfathers eyes just a half hour ago. He thought aloud to himself, "I wonder how he truly feels for me..."

Memories poured in of the numerous nights when he and Cosmo slept in the same bed. His godfather had always protected him from all the nightmares of his mothers death. Cosmo had always held him so passionately with his arms. He had always let him cry. Always made him laugh. He was always there whenever he needed him. He was always willing to protect him and hold him close. He was always so willing to love him...

A blush slowly formed as his eyes widened when he thought of how close their lips had been so many times. He remembered how warm his godfather always seemed whenever he was even remotely close. He placed a hand over his mouth when he whispered something he thought he never say, "I'm in love with Cosmo....?"

His eyes widened even larger when he said that and quickly shut himself up. He closed his eyes tight and thought to himself angrily, 'Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Of course I'm not in love with him! How could I be?!"

When he opened his eyes, he saw the Da Rules book that was laying on top of the table. He walked back over to it and quickly opened it up. He scanned through the pages looking for the right section. He quickly found what he was looking for. A paragraph labeled 'Forbidden Love.'

'Any relationship out of your own species is completely forbidden. A strict taboo is placed for any fairy having relationships with any other magical creature. Punishment will be harsh and sever for any who break this rule. There are a very few exceptions where fairy's have fallen in love with humans. Any relationship between a fairy and a human is strictly forbidden unless the Fairy Council approves. Laws as this needs to be treated as such...'

Two words seemed to jump out of the page and hit him squarely on the head. 'Strictly forbidden.'

He tried to calm himself down by thinking, 'Well, it's not like I'm in love with him anyway, right?'

He didn't answer himself, though he was kinda glad he didn't.

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A couple hours later, Timmy found himself walking towards Dr. Shelley's office. He intended to ask the doctor a few questions about himself and see if he could find out anymore of the confusing topic of true love. Cosmo and Wanda had both transformed into their usual arm bands though he was kinda glad that they weren't talking to him. He truthfully had enough on his mind. Before he got there, he looked outside to see the rain really pounding against the windows. Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Some people would think it was a sign for something bad to happen but he ignored the feeling in the pit of his stomach and walked on. He finally got to the door and opened up to find the doctor sitting down at his desk looking through some papers. He knocked on the door to get his attention and smiled when the doctor finally looked up.

But his reaction wasn't quite what he had been expecting, "Timmy! This isn't a good time!"

"Why not?"

"I'm having a visitor right now and I don't think-"

Suddenly Timmy felt a dark presence behind him. He was about to ask who it was when a deep voice from behind greeted him, "Hello, son."

His eyes widened as the one person he truly hated walked past him. His father stood in front of him for a second, smiling at him almost in a evil way. Chills ran down his spine as his father's eyes gleamed towards him and lowered till they saw the bandages covering his neck. Mr. Turner calmly said to himself, "So what they said was true..."

Timmy grasped his neck as if someone was choking him. His father just stood there, smiling.

"The good doctor and I have been talking. It seems you have been getting better these past few months."

"What does that mean?"

Lightning struck outside, casting a dark shadow against his father when he spoke, "You may be able to come home soon..."

Timmy narrowed his eyes towards him. His father chuckled, "Do you not want to come home, son?"

"I do..." he glared at his father angrily, "Just not the home where you are."

His father's smile only widened before he asked Dr. Shelley, "May we be left alone for a few minutes, doctor? I need to have a private talk with my son."

He cracked a few of his knuckles while speaking, which left Dr. Shelley nervous in leaving them alone. The doctor got up from his chair to nervously say, "Personally I'd rather not. I'm saying I believe in the rumors about you hurting Timmy but there is definite tension between you two..."

Mr. Turner laughed loudly at his statement, "You believe I abuse my son?"

When Dr. Shelley said nothing in return, Mr. Turner told him, "I assure you doctor. Except for the wound Zepher placed on his neck, all the scars on his body had been made by one person. Himself."

Timmy clenched his fists tightly when he heard not only Dr. Shelley gasp but also Cosmo and Wanda. His shoulders began to shake with rage. He lowered his head when he heard his father step closer to him. He saw his fathers face draw close to his own. He heard him utter, "Have you told the good doctor of your true sin?"

His eyes opened wide as fear clawed his heart in a matter of seconds, "Y-You know of-"

"I've placed that painting of yours in the main hall where everyone can see. I enjoy looking at it. It's truly your masterpiece. So many different colors of red..."

Before his father could say anything else, his rage exploded inside of him, he quickly took his chance and struck the man in front of him with all his might. Dr. Shelley watched as Mr. Turner flew backward holding the side of his face. He looked a little surprised at first but then smiled again muttering, "So my son has grown a backbone..."

He gazed over at the doctor asking, "Is it true that a parent is allowed to strike his or her child when they themselves become violent?"

Dr. Shelley waved his hands frantically at them, "W-Well I don't think we need to resort to violence-"

But Mr. Turner had already made his decision and flew back towards his son, who couldn't even blink before he was roughly pushed back into the door. The door had still been slightly open though, so when he had hit, it flew open letting him fly outside and land painfully upon the cold hard floor. He tried to get up but he stopped when he saw his father standing in front of him with a cruel frown.

"You have grown a backbone, but you still have not gotten the right stuff to beat your father at his own game."

His father turned away from him and begin to walk away down the hallway. But after a few steps he turned back around and saw that Dr. Shelley was trying to help Timmy get up. His eyes narrowed at his son when he yelled, "I hate you!"

"Before you can hate me, you must come to terms with what you did to your own mother. That will be a great story to tell the doctor. Tell him, my son. Tell him of how you made your mother commit suicide."

Timmy's eyes widened as tears slowly formed but he wouldn't dare let them fall.

"You were her only reason. Yet you allowed her to disappear. I may have to rethink giving you my company when you die. Maybe your brother would do better..."

At that he walked away from them, lightning flashed as Timmy caught one last glimpse of his father's back before it disappeared. With his father gone, the tears he had fought came tumbling down silently. He closed his eyes while grabbing the sides of his head trying not to scream. He fought back sobs that threatened to shake his entire body. He felt Dr. Shelley place a single hand on his shoulder and say, "I'm sorry that happened. I should have never invited him here. Timmy please forgive-"

"It wasn't my fault!"

Dr. Shelley looked on as Timmy began to yell, "I'm sorry! It wasn't my fault! Mother!"

He shook the boys shoulder as he continued to yell, "Timmy what's wrong? What happened with your Mother that makes you so miserable?!"

Suddenly the yelling stopped. Timmy dropped his hands on his lap with his eyes still closed since he couldn't even dare to look at his godparents. He whispered, "My father had loved my mother so much. But before she died, he grew so cold to her that she used to tell me that I had been her reason to go on. She called me her reason to live. In return I told her she was mine. But then suddenly one night, I heard a gunshot from my bedroom and was told that my mother had committed suicide."

"Timmy..."

"She left me!" he cried out, "I told her hundreds of times how I needed her and then she leaves me! She left me without a reason! I just want my reason back!"

He stood up before Dr. Shelley could say anything and clung to himself desperately yelling, "I don't want this pain anymore! I don't wanna live anymore if it just means more pain!"

"Timmy!!!" Dr. Shelley yelled but the boy had already run off to where ever he was going. He took out his cellphone and quickly called Miss Graves, "I think we have a problem..."

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Timmy ran through many hallways ignoring anyone who tried to call out to him. He ran through a certain hallway to find that it was completely empty. He placed a hand on a wall before more tears spilled from his eyes. He let out a loud sob, loud enough to where it was enough for Cosmo and Wanda. They poofed into their original selves not caring if anyone saw. They tried to hold him but he jerked away from them yelling, "Leave me alone!"

Cosmo tried to embrace him but he shoved him away with a teary glare, "I wish you two would leave me alone!"

He ran away from them trying to find somewhere he could go. Cosmo and Wanda could only watch as he continued to run. A single tear ran down Cosmo's cheek as his heart continued to break at the thought that Timmy was thinking of ending his life. He stepped forward but remembered what he had wished. He couldn't go after him...

"Go after him, Cosmo..."

He looked over at his wife in surprise to find her also in tears. She nudged hims toward the direction Timmy had ran off and said, "He needs you right now. He needs his reason."

He was about to argue when she smiled, saying, "If you bring him back alive, I won't tell the Council that you broke a rule."

He smiled softly towards her and mouthed 'Thank you...' before poofing away, leaving her alone, watching the lightning and rain outside.

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Cosmo searched for several minutes, getting more and more desperate. His mind raced through all of his memories of Timmy to find any hints of where he might be. Finally he came to one memory when he and Timmy had stood on top of one of high stone walls that surrounded the Asylum. He remembered Timmy saying, "This is one of my favorite places. There's no guards or anything out here at night or during storms. Its a perfect place to just sit down and think."

With a wave of his wand he poofed himself outside into the storm on top of the wall that he and Timmy watched the sunset one time. Rain instantly soaked him down to the core, and the wind nearly blew him off the wall. He looked down at the hundred foot drop and his heart filled with fear. He looked around for any signs of Timmy. At first he couldn't see anything but when a flash of lightning struck near, he saw a person standing a few yards away looking down towards the far ground. Without even thinking of using his magic to help him, he slowly walked over there, finding that it was indeed Timmy standing there gazing downward at possibly his own death.

Cosmo yelled for him to come down, but from far away he knew Timmy wouldn't be able to hear him. So he ran as fast as he could. Surprisingly Timmy turned towards him just in time for him to come up behind him. Even with the rain and the wind, Cosmo heard Timmy loud and clear as he yelled, "I thought I told you to leave me alone!"

"I won't leave you!" he yelled back, "I promised you!"

"Don't you understand?!" Timmy exclaimed, wiping away not only the rain but the tears as well, "I don't want to live anymore! I don't want to feel pain anymore!"

"This isn't the way to deal with it! Please Timmy! I love you too much to let you die like this!!!"

Instead of yelling, Timmy turned away from him and whispered to himself, "I can't..."

Cosmo clearly heard him even though he knew Timmy thought he couldn't. He heard him whisper, "I can't go on without a reason..."

Cosmo's eyes narrowed as even more tears fell from his own eyes. That's all Timmy cared about? Having a reason to live? Is that all he wanted? Is that all he needed?

Timmy stuck out a single foot before he heard his godfather yell out something he had wanted to hear for so long...

"Why can't I be your reason?!"

His eyes widened. He brought back his foot. He turned around. And saw his godfather standing there with his arms outstretched to embrace him like a long lost lover. He saw the tears run down his face as his godfather stood there. Through the wind, the rain, and tears, he heard his godfather beg him with all of his heart...

"Please...Let me be your reason..."