So I got bored, and inspired when I was sitting in a courtroom for like two hours. I'm kind of glad I changed my major from criminal justice to forensic pathology, I absolutely can not stay focused in a courtroom for over an hour. I'll just be the next Maura Isles, thank you. Anyway. I've decided to conquer a whole bunch of Disney crossovers with Rizzoli and Isles; so if you have any requests... I know, for a fact, that I am going to cross it not only with this (Sleeping Beauty) but definitely also with Cinderella. So look forward to that. Oh, and did you know that Sleeping Beauty was the last original film by Walt Disney, because it was his biggest disappointment? Huh. I love it. Regardless, I bring forth the crossover!
~SnapTobiume
It was a happy day, in the castle. One of the happiest in many more days than could possibly be remembered. For you see, a child had been born to Patrick and Hope Doyle. She was a beautiful little girl; her skin pale, and her shock of hair showed promise of being the most beautiful shade of dark blonde. The day was declared as a holiday in the city; as celebration for the little girl's birth. It was on this day that she was promised also, to the first born for a neighboring influential family, the Rizzolis. At this time, Angela Rizzoli was nearing her due date for said first child, and they were expecting a wonderful little boy. it was also at this gathering that three of the most influential wizards, and the appointed security for the kingdom, were in attendance.
"She is going to be the most beautiful child born in all of Boston; with the gift of beauty." The first, a man called Wizard Korsak whispered, tapping his staff on the ground as he spoke. He glanced to the other two, grin painted across his face as he did so. "Not that she'll need it, probably. Never has so fine a child been born in this city." The second laughed, tapping his walking stick down.
"Her voice shall be unparalleled in its sound. With this, I give the gift of song. Not that she needs much of my help, either." Also chuckling, the third of the three men stepped forward, holding his hands up and shaking his head. He was the youngest of the three, and the newest.
"You two are just bordering on creepy. Let me show you how its done." He coughed, raising his hands up, as if pleading for some strange method of guidance. "With my words, I-"
"Well well, seems someone forgot to invite me to this party." The silky smooth voice sent shivers throughout the entire room; and it was suddenly silent. The man grinned, his hands reaching forth towards baby Maura. "Come, let me see the precious darling." He stated next, as i he was like any of the other three. Hope withdrew back a step, pulling the child tightly to her chest.
"No. Charles Hoyt, she is not for you to so much as even lay eyes upon!" The man grinned even wider, if that was possible in the slightest. He tilted his hands, so that they were palm up now, as if offering or waiting for a gift.
"But does she not wish to receive my gift? It is a quite wonderful gift, I might add." Hope swallowed, backing away another pace, until her husband was braced against her back, his arms around her protectively.
"We require no gifts from you, Hoyt." The man growled, before Hoyt held his hands up to the sky.
"Too bad. I wish to gift her regardless." He raised his arms, speaking upwards, voice echoing. "By her twenty- first birthday, should this child take one mere taste of alcohol, it shall react as poison in her body; resulting ultimately in her death!"
"NO!" The shout was unanimous with the whole procession crying out in the same moment that Hoyt laughed maniacally. He snapped his fingers, his form being encompassed in in dark smoke a moment before he disappeared.
"You three! Do something! Don't let my baby die!" Hope cried out, when The two older wizards shook their heads, holding their hands up in defeat. They had already spent their small portions of magic in their previous gifts, but now the third stepped forth again. "Your name, sir." The woman commanded, for she trusted him because of his affiliation with the other two, yet had not truly met him yet.
"Barold Frost, ma'am. With my power, I place a counter spell upon the lovely Maura Doyle. Should she, by any mis- chance, taste the slightest bit of alcohol; instead of a prompt death, she shall fall into a deep sleep, along with the entire kingdom." He lowered his hands after a few moments of sparkling around the small child, Barry lowered his dark hands. He bowed his head to the blonde doctor, before sighing deeply. "I apologize that I can not do any better for you, ma'am."
"I appreciate everything you three have done for me." Paddy rested his hand against her waist, also nodding his head.
"Yes. Everything you have done. For all of us." He paused, glancing at Hope for a brief moment before nodding to the three wizard slash law enforces again. "If you would join us upstairs for a moment, actually." The three nodded, before they followed a terror- stricken Hope up the marble spiral staircase to th eprivate upstairs suits.
The greatest day for all of them had suddenly become the worst. But where there was a will, there was a way. And Patrick Doyle would do anything to protect his daughter.