Disclaimer: I only own the shirt on my back.

AN: This fic is dedicated to TheQueenOfMediocrity who I basically write all these stories for her approval. I sincerely envy her writing skills. So, this is a present for her.

No Fairy Godmother

I'll never be the one that matches that slipper. I won't be the perfect fit. I'm not, nor will I ever be, the man of your dreams. I'm the scullery maid, not the princess. I come with a metal arm and leg, not a delicate glass slipper. There is no fairy godmother that will make me beautiful for you. My body is scarred and bruised many battles. Not soft and flawless like those who came before me. You can take me to the ball, but I won't be the one who people turn to look at. The only thing I can promise is that when the clock strikes twelve, I'll be the same person you took and I won't run away. I don't feel sorry for myself; these are just the facts. I'll never be your perfect match or your knight in shining armor, but if you'll take me, I know you could be my Prince Charming.