Hello! Thanks so much for reading my little story! This is the first of what I hope's going to be a nice little series of Disney/Doctor Who crossovers. I'm calling it Once Upon a Timey-Wimey, even though that's so clever it's probably already taken. I plan to publish a bit every week so STAY TUNED.

It'll put me at ease if I throw some disclaimers out there before I leave you to it, so here goes:

THIS PUBLICATION IS THE RESULT OF AN OVERFLOW OF FANGIRLINESS. THE FOLLOWING MATERIAL MAY CONTAIN: NONSENSE FROM THE AUTHOR'S BRAIN, FLUFF, EDITING ERRORS, NODS TO HER OTHER FANDOMS, AND NUTS. THE AUTHOR IS NOT A PROFESSIONAL FANFICTION WRITER AND WOULD LIKE TO LET YOU KNOW THAT SHE WILL TRY TO IMPROVE AS SHE GOES. DOCTOR WHO AND THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AS WELL AS THEIR CHARACTERS ARE NOT OWNED BY THE FANFICTION AUTHOR. SHE OWNS NOTHING. THE AUTHOR IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR HOW SHORT EACH CHAPTER SHE PUBLISHES EVERY WEEK IS. SHE'S VERY BUSY. DON'T YELL IT HER. SHE IS TINY AND FRAGILE. PLEASE EXCUSE HER NEWNESS TO THIS FANFICTION WEBSITE AS WELL. SHE'LL GET THE HANG OF IT EVENTUALLY.

Okay I'm done. I hope you like it! ^_^

PS: please note that while the BatB part of this story is inspired by the animated film from 1991, it is not exactly set in it (in that a live action Doctor is not visiting an animated world or something like that) so instead imagine it in some alternate world or, if you please, imagine Emma Watson as Belle. Whatever works for you! ^_^

Once Upon a Timey Wimey - Adventure in the Great Wide Somewhere

~ 1 ~

A provincial town, even if sweet and friendly, can be a very unpleasant thing for a young person with a head full of dreams and a longing for adventure. Belle was such a young person.

She loved the town in which she lived with her father, Maurice. It was pleasant. No one ever made much of a fuss aside from the usual casual gossip, which was pretty harmless. But no one quite understood her in this town. Everybody around her was quite satisfied with the simple life they lived. They seemed content to live the same way and do all the same things until they died.

Everything was the same every day there. Even the baker never changed his recipes and treated even the thought of such a thing as a sin. Belle was sure there had to be something more to life than that.

The only place Belle could go to satisfy her hunger for adventure was the Bookstore. The little shop itself showed how little change the town experienced. It was the same old bunch of books that only Belle kept from getting dusty.

She didn't mind reading the same books so much, especially since they took her mind so far away. It was her absolute favorite thing to do, reading. So many adventures there were to be had in books! She read of things she feared she'd never experience herself; of travel and romance and mystery. But she didn't let herself worry too much. She promised herself she would have her very own adventures one day. Right now, adventures of the literary variety were all she could manage and that was just fine, for adventures in your imagination are some of the best adventures.

"Bonjour, monsieur!" she said as she opened the door to the bookshop. The bell above the door jingled and the bookseller seemed to wake from a daze. But he smiled when he saw Belle. She had a sneaking suspicion since the day she came that he didn't have many customers.

"Oh, bonjour Belle!" he said. "You'll be happy to know we have a whole new series of books in!"

"You're kidding!" said Belle.

"I wouldn't dare tease my favorite customer!" he said. "It's just over here."

"Harry Potter?" said Belle, looking over the worn stack of books with intrigue. "They look so strange. Where did you get them?"

"A man donated them this morning." he said. "He was… odd."

"Odd?" Belle smiled. "Odd like me?"

"Oh, you're not odd Belle! Just clever, is all."

"Thank you." chuckled Belle. "I wish that was all. Maybe I'd be able to make some friends then."

"Well, we're friends, aren't we?"

"Of course we are." said Belle. "You are about the only one in town who likes me."

"Well, that's not what I heard." he said with a sly smile.

"Oh, don't you start with this Gaston nonsense too. He is an oaf of a man and I'm tired of hearing about him."

"Well I agree." he said, laughing. "How about these books then?"

"I'll borrow the first in the series, thank you." said Belle. "The illustrations on the cover are brilliant. I wonder what they could be about."

"I have no clue. I looked over them and couldn't decipher what they were talking about. But I'll bet you'll be able to figure them out."

"I'll try." said Belle. "And thank the odd man if you see him again, whoever he is."

"Au revoir, Belle!"

"Au revoir, et merci! Merci beaucoup!"

"Papa! I'm home!" called Belle.

"Belle! Come quick, give me that doo-hickey by the door!"

Belle grabbed an odd device of her father's own invention and handed it to him. He tightened a few bolts on a project he had been working on and it stopped spewing out clouds of steam and settled down. He wiped his forehead off with a rag and turned the device off.

"That almost exploded in my face." he chuckled casually.

"Well good thing I got here when I did." she said, kissing him on his head.

"I don't know what I'd do without you, Belle." he said. "You'll be happy to know my invention is complete. And this time it's positively fool-proof. We'll be rich in no time!"

"That's great, Papa." Belle laughed. She'd heard that before.

"And how was your afternoon in town?" he said, polishing his invention with the rag he used to wipe away his sweat.

"I got a new book!"

"Did you?"

"Yes! And it's the first of an entire series." said Belle. "The shop owner says a stranger dropped them off this morning."

"A stranger?" asked Maurice, pausing his polishing and rubbing his chin. "What did this man look like?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask," She said. "Why?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Said Maurice, and he continued to rub at the metal on his device until it shined. "Only, a strange man visited while you were away. Had the silliest hat on… He asked about the property, about the town, and about my invention." (he said the last one very proudly) "He was an inventor himself, he said. He showed me a tool he carries around. Nifty little thing. Makes a funny noise. 'Course, not very useful to me. Can't say it'd be useful for much. He gave me some advice on my machine. Good-meaning fellow. I don't imagine he knows too much about sophisticated steam-powered devices like this though."

"Do you think it could be the same man?" asked Belle with a look on her face that indicated deep thought.

"Well, I don't know if you noticed Belle, this town doesn't get many visitors." Said Maurice, more intent in inspecting his device than on the conversation now.

"You're right," Belle said. She thought it over. "Well I think I'd like to meet this man. Especially if he's as odd as you and the bookseller say."

"Mhm." Said Maurice vacantly.

"What is it Papa?"

"A flaw on the side. Must have been dented at some point. Won't take me more than a moment. A moment or two… Or three… Or…" he trailed off, grabbing a tool by his side and beginning to loosen screws. Belle could tell she wasn't going to get much else out of him for the day.

She made him a simple sandwich she knew he wouldn't touch, but tried her best to convince him to eat anyway. Then she took her own sandwich and nestled in bed with her book for the rest of the evening.

Author's Notes: Yeah, I know. That was really short. As I go over my document, I realize these are all going to be pretty short chapters. But I want to give myself time to edit and to write an ending so I'm not going to publish much at first. I might change a few things around, but please stay tuned!

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this, my very first fanfiction published on this wonderful website. So please leave a review if you like! Thank you!