Book of One Shots

Thirty Years of Waiting, FOP

Jorgen Von Strangle was never a patient fairy. He never was and he thought that would never change. It did change whenever he first met Nacey Cortex. She was a beautiful magical being that had a heart of gold. She cared about everyone around her, especially her daughter, and it just gave Jorgen goosebumps whenever she was near. For her, he would be patient. For anyone else, he would still be his pushy self. So when he did the one thing Nacey warned him not to do, of course he got what he asked for. He had lost his best friend. He didn't realize it until he returned to Fairy World.

It had been thirty years after erasing Timmy Turner's memories of his fairy family. Although he was following the order of the Fairy Council, he felt like he was betraying Nacey. She had, repeatedly, warned him not to do so. But he felt like he had no choice. He had to follow orders. So when he did erase Timmy and his adopted sister, Chloe, had of the fairies - he didn't waste another second. He felt like scum. He couldn't face Nacey ever again. So he quit right then and there, knowing that the job would land in Nacey's lap. Jorgen had decided to go on a long soul search. He usually never would ignore her prophecies, he knew what would happen if he did. He would never hear the end of it.

So he went from multiverse to multiverse, timeline to timeline, and even galaxy to galaxy to stop his feelings of guilt. They didn't stop. They didn't grow either. So he became stronger, wiser, and more agile. He knew once he returned to Fairy World, he would be in a world of pain. When he first arrived in Fairy World, he noticed all of the differences. He had come completely disguised, a torn black coat surrounding his identity. Many of the fairies assumed that he was a magical wanderer. Jorgen walked towards his old office, seeing that Turbo Thunder was walking out of it.

Turbo hadn't changed all that much in the thirty years he had gone. In fact, the only thing new about him was that he was wearing a gold wedding ring. Jorgen felt a little jealous as Turbo turned back into the office, peeking in.

"Are you sure that you guys don't need anything while I'm gone?" He asked someone inside.

"Nah, you enjoy your vacation." A familiar male voice answered.

That voice... While it wasn't Nacey's, it was familiar to the former fairy commander. Turbo headed out of the office, using his powers to fly off. Jorgen gulped down any nerves he had and entered his office. While it wasn't completely changed, whom was behind the desk gave him a shock. It was his cousin, Marion Von Strangle. Marion was a bit younger than Jorgen, having a sky blue Mohawk in his dark blue hair, several body piercings, blue eyes, wearing a black loose fitting short sleeved shirt with a silver skull design on it, black pants, black tall boots, a silver crown, a new jetpack for wings, and a medium sized wand. Jorgen was surprised and a bit worried.

Where was Nacey?

"Excuse me sir, this is a private office." Marion lectured him, a bit rudely. Jorgen took off the black coat, revealing himself. Jorgen had changed from snow white to gray, he still works out, he has tired blue eyes, wearing a black tight short sleeved shirt with a blue wand on it, torn black jeans, brown tall boots, a copper crown, a rusted jetpack for wings, and his rather large wand. Marion gasped sharply, "Jorgen?"

"Where is she?" Jorgen asked, sounding impatient.

Marion started to say, "Well, Nina might come in shortly..."

Jorgen grabbed his shirt, pulling Marion close to his face. Jorgen, not only did he look utterly pissed, looked worried as well. He decided to be clear.

"Where is Nacey?" He asked, being really short and to the point.

Marion was about to answer when a white magical light surrounded Jorgen, releasing Marion from his grip. Jorgen turned, seeing Nina standing there. Her brown hair was now shoulder length, brown eyes, pale yellow skin, bionic metal hands, wearing a purple long sleeved blouse with a lace trim, black beaded jeans, and black sneakers. Oh Grambi's ghost, she looked so much like her mother. Jorgen relaxed a bit as Nina gasped.