Okay, alright, another story (bends neck back and forth as if it will crack), let's get to it. I just thought about doing this story… and not everything is pieced together yet, so PLEASE bear with me, my friends.

IMPORTANT: Just so all of you are aware (and also so I may or may not get flamed for this), this story/plotline was originally not MY idea. I was inspired to write this based on one of my favorite Disney crossover videos. Unfortunately, not only can I not find the video on YouTube anymore… I cannot even remember the name of the person who made it. So whoever created the Melody/Jane video "Fall Into Your Sunlight", if you're reading this… thank you for creating such an awesome video. I loved it so much that I wanted to write a novelized version of it. You are amazing and keep on creating!

And as I was writing that I realized that because this is a fanfiction based on another's fanfiction (in a sense) does that make it "double fanfiction" or just fanfiction? …Just saying.

Enough of my chitter-chatter, on with the show!

The thumping sounded like cannons from a pirate ship. The yelling could've easily been compared to farm animals. Why do boys have to be so loud? Jane thought to herself, as they tumbled on top of the coffee table, interrupting her reading.

"Ow!" Arthur yelled. "You broke my nose!"

"Serves you right, Artie," Jim responded. Jane rolled her eyes when a loud, booming voice overtook them.

"BOYS!" The two squared up as Gothel, the head of the orphanage, entered the room. None of the orphans living there liked her. She acted nice, but her personality was cold and cruel beneath it all. "Stop all that rough-housing and go get cleaned up."

"Yes, ma'am," they mumbled, scurrying up the stairs. Gothel's gaze met with Jane's face, that was staring at her book.

"What are you doing just sitting around? Shouldn't you be doing chores?"

"I finished them," Jane stated, refusing to look up.

"Really? Did you clean the floors?"

"And the windows."

"Mend the clothes?"

"Every last one."

"Dust the shelves?"

"Yes, ma'am." Jane glanced up as Gothel walked over to a nearby shelf and ran her finger through it. The woman stared at it to find the slightest tint of gray on her hands.

"You didn't dust them enough, my dear," she said, darkly. She snatched the book out of Jane's lap.

"Hey!" Jane yelled.

"Get back to work!" Gothel hissed, walking away with it. "You shouldn't waste time reading this nonsense anyway. It's not good to believe things that aren't true." As she left the room, Jane stood up and folded her arms.

"I wasn't believing in it," she grumbled. I was just imagining. She grabbed a dust rag from a nearby side table and began to remove the dust, sneezing every so often. As she did so, her thoughts wandered.

What's so bad about imagining things anyway? They're the only freedom I have from this place. Chances are I won't be adopted. Adults look for younger children, not a twelve-year-old that's been-.

She was snapped back to reality the sound of the doorbell.

"Coming!" She heard Gothel's voice say musically. Voices of different tremors went back and forth until the door finally closed. What was that about? Jane tossed her dust rag aside and peeked into the hallway.

There was a girl standing in front of Gothel. She had night-black hair tied back with a green scrunchie. Her skin was pale, stark-white pale. She was dressed in what looked like an off-white top and pants.

"Now, dear," Jane heard Gothel say, "This is a no-nonsense house. There are things you shall be expected to do, but with your loss I can make an exception. I'll give you a week, child. That is a generous amount even for me." Gothel turned her head towards the entranceway Jane was staring from. Jane quickly drew back, thinking she would not be seen. "Jane, come here."

Darn, Jane thought, she saw me. Jane trudged into the room, staring at the new girl with curiousity.

"Jane," Gothel began, "This is Melody. She'll be rooming with you from now on."

"But-!" Jane protested. She was fortunate enough not to have to have a roommate like the orphans. So much for that, Jane thought.

"No buts," the woman snapped, lightly shoving Melody closer to her, "Now run along and take Melody upstairs. NOW."

Jane gave the woman a dirty look as she and Melody walked up to her, now their, bedroom.

For those who have seen the video, I know that older Wendy is supposed to be the head of the orphanage, but I feel Gothel is a better fit. Her tart-sweetness seems to fit the role to me.

Let me know what you think! Your reviews keep me going! :)