Okay, so yeah I was sitting there, packing wings at Tyson, and this popped into my head. This was like three or four days ago and it wouldn't leave my head so since I just got off work I'm gonna type it. For once I am not writing a twilight fic. Sorta. I mean it's a crossover... my first... ah yes. it's amazing I do hope at least.

I don't own Brave or Twilight. Sadly.

"Don't you dare loose another arrow!" Elinor growled, marching toward her daughter. "Merida!"

The fiery red-head narrowed her eyes, drawing her bow back, taking a deep breath, and let loose. The arrow flew, it's target clear and and the aim true. Merida's arrow split Dingwall's arrow clean in two, the shot so powerful it hid the wood holding the target up. With a smirk, she turned to glare at her mother, who was right in her face.

"I believe I've won, mother."

Just as Elinor opened her mouth, a scream rang out. "Bear!" Both women whipped around to see a small-ish bear walking toward them. At the scream, Fergus jumped down, his sword ready, but as he ran at the bear it put it's arms up, revealing human hands and skin. With one hand still up, the other grabbed under the upper teeth of the jaw and pulled back and down, revealing that the bear was actually a woman. Her hair was long and dark brown, nearly black, and her skin pale and eyes a shocking teal-blue. Young MacGuffin let out a delighted yell that no one could quite understand, and ran forward, engulfing the woman in a hug. She let out a happy laugh and hugged him back before he set her down. Lord MacGuffin shuffled his feet and scratched his beard while the two chatted happily in the same uncommon dialect, leaving everyone else confused and quite baffled as to what was going on. Who the hell was this woman?

Fergus still had his sword raised, though he looked about confused as to what was happening. It was answered, of course, when the woman turned hardened eyes, one with scars over it, toward Lord MacGuffin. "I hear you lied, da. Something about Anndra being the oldest?"

"W-well... I mean it's for the Princess' hand in marriage and..." The woman turned away from her father, cutting him off and briskly walking toward Fergus, bowing deeply.

"King Fergus, I am Isabella MacGuffin, oldest child of Lord and Lady Macguffin, and I would like a chance to compete in the games." She stood tall and looked up some, coming up to about Fergus' chin. He lowered his weapon, finally, and looked at his wife.

"I don't have a problem with that," he whispered to her. "But I believe you should first talk to my wife. Isabella nodded firmly, making her way over to the queen, who quickly fixed her posture and stood tall, just as she should, while Merida let her jaw drop. Now that the bear-skin cloak was pulled back over her shoulders, she could clearly tell this woman was built well, but that didn't make her feel better. This... stranger. This woman wanted to compete for her hand, just like all the others. She frowned and growled quietly to herself, watching the woman fist her hand over her heart and kneel down, bowing deeply.

"Queen Elinor, I wish to ask your permission to compete. But I do not wish for her hand. I instead wish for her friendship. A chance to court Merida. And I wish to do so by winning whichever game she chooses for me."

Elinor frowned deeply. "Please, stand." Isabella stood, a head taller than Elinor and a good two taller than Merida. "I would like you to explain yourself."

"I believe it unfair for a woman to be forced to love someone. By having a man win Merida's hand, she has to learn to love them instead of simply falling in love. Merida chose a game she knew would be won by the one she wanted to win, herself. I would like to believe you did the same with Fergus." A light blush darkened the pale cheeks of the queen and she nodded. Merida glared at her mother before turning back to the stranger. Knowing Isabella wasn't looking for marriage, necessarily, made her relax a bit. And further knowing that she wanted to give Merida a choice in this gave the brunette some serious brownie points.

"I simply ask for the chance. You yourself said that the first born of each clan would be allowed to compete. If it pleases you, and Merida, I would like that chance."

Elinor was quiet a moment before giving a firm nod. "You may compete."

Isabella turned to Merida, her teal-blue eyes holding Merida's clear blue before the red-head nodded. Isabella bowed. "What game would you like for me to compete in?"

"The same as the others. To win you must hit all three targets. But you have to be a better shot than me." Merida was aware this would be difficult, but she knew she could never respect this woman, this stranger, if they were not equals. She watched the tall woman gulp, her throat visibly flexing, before she nodded.

"Fifty paces away, all three targets. Fair enough?"

Fifty... paces... Merida furrowed her brow. This would be hard for her, and she prided herself in being an amazing shot. With a nod Isabella measured out her paces and her brother handed her his bow and the quiver full of arrows. She drew three arrows and readied them. Merida quickly caught on and watched as she turned her bow to the side, drawing back and taking a deep breath. As she exhaled she let go, sending the arrows shooting out in their separate directions. One loud, resounding crack echoed through the field and Merida winced, frowning as she realized only one arrow hit it's mark. She refused to look at the targets until the crowd around them burst into applause and Elinor muttered "Amazing..."

The red-headed Scott looked to see all three arrows had his their mark, each splitting her own in two. Isabella handed the weapon to her brother and swiftly marched to Elinor and Merida as Fergus walked over to stand by them. Merida's jaw was still slack as Isabella stopped before them and bowed once more before standing and smiling at the Princess. She set two fingers under her jaw and carefully snapped her mouth closed.

"You'll catch flies, lass."

"So was it you then, that vanquished two hundred foes?" Fergus asked. Isabella looked sheepish, her cheeks gaining a dusting of red.

"Da's telling that story again, is he?"

"Wait you really did?" Merida asked.

"Not by meself, o' course, but yes I was in that battle."

"She also wrestled a bear for that skin she's wearing!" Lord MacGuffin yelled. Isabella sighed.

"If it's alright, your highness," she bowed her head to King Fergus. "Your grace," she bowed slightly deeper to Queen Elinor. "And of course you, Princess," Merida was shocked that she also received a bow. "I would like to take Merida somewhere and get to know her."

Still shocked, though hiding it far better than her husband and daughter, Elinor nodded. Isabella held out her bent arm to Merida, who took it in a daze, her bow in her hand and arrows slung over her shoulder. Fergus finally spoke.

"Did... she... Merida..." He cleared his throat. "Well at least we know she's going to be more fun at dinner tonight than Wee Dingwall."

Elinor simply nodded and looked over at the giddy young MacGuffin and smiling Lord MacGuffin. Lord Dingwall was grumbling and walking about on his skinny legs and his son was picking his nose, looking at the "Treasures" before flicking them away. Lord Macintosh simply frowned, but had accepted his son had been bested, while his young Macintosh was sitting on the ground, crying.

"She is strong. I'm just not sure..."

"I like her. The lass has spunk."

Merida looked up at Isabella to see her biting her lip, and looked at her clothes. The woman wore long pants made of thin chocolate colored leather, a simple white tunic, and knee high boots. On her back was her thick bear-skin cloak, which seemed to be the only thing untouched by weather, blood, or dirt, and was also the only thing not ripped somewhere. The chilly air didn't seem to bug any exposed skin. She shivered as her own ripped dress exposed her to the cold. "Do you mind if we stop by the castle first. I need to change out of this."

"Of course, m'lady. After that where would you like to go?"

"You want me to choose?"

"You sound shocked."

"Well... yeah..."

Sensing that she had tread on a soft subject, Isabella quickly changed the subject. "I do hope all of your dresses aren't as torn up as this one. It looks like you had not been able to breathe before."

Merida smiled and laughed, stopping and quickly looking for her mother. It didn't go unnoticed by Isabella, who frowned a little but continued to wait for her answer. "All my other dresses are properly fitting. What about you? Are all your clothes this torn up?"

"I've been on an extended survival trip. It's a tradition once you turn eighteen to go on this trip to become a warrior. I have fought in battle before, but not as a true warrior. So yes, all my clothes look like this right now." Isabella looked down to see Merida shiver again as a wind blew past them. The larger warm hand that was once on top of Merida's hand was lifted away but moments later she felt the weight of her new friend's cloak rest on her shoulders. She looked up at Isabella, who smiled. "You were cold."

"You're not?"

"I'm not often bothered by the cold. Don't worry about me Princess."

"Isabella?"

"Hmm?"

"Please don't call me princess. Just Merida is fine."

"Then in that case, I always preferred Bella."

The both grinned at each other reaching Merida's room. Bella bowed and waited outside the room, letting the young woman change. She sighed happily, glad all had worked out so far. It was only a matter of time now until she got to know Merida, her parents, and hopefully her little brothers, too. She let out another happy sigh, leaning against the wall.

"It's good to be back..."

I really hope you all like this. Tell me, have I done good?