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Soo…I should be working on the other fics I've started, but that would take the fun out of everything. So I'm going to start a new fic that I'll hit writer's block with.
I don't know where this idea came from; I just was thinking one day and it hit me. Yes, this has two OCs, but the story doesn't just circle around them. Mostly canon couples, some…different, but I'll tell you when we get there. And there might be couples with my OCs later on, but the key words are 'might' and 'later on'. I'm just warning those who hate stories like these upfront so you don't have to waste your time flaming me.
So enjoy. Review if you want, flame if you need to, the choice is all up to you.
(Note: None of the Disney stories have happened. So any villain that's supposed to be dead aren't…at least not yet. *laughs evilly*)
"Are you sure you really want to stay with me while I do this assignment?" Vivian West asked skeptically and her younger sister of fifteen, Olly, rolled her eyes.
"Yes, Viv, I'm positive. This is so much more exciting than staying with Father," Olly replied. Vivian sighed and looked out the train window as the countryside flashed by.
"You do know that Fantasia City has some of the worst gang crimes and bootlegging incidents that can equal other big cities, right?" Vivian asked.
"Then why did you take this assignment?" Vivian sighed as she thought back to the day when her boss, Mr. O'Reilly, told her that she would be taking on the Fantasia City gang troubles.
"I didn't have a choice. And anyway, New York was getting a little dull," she replied lightly. Olly stared at the twenty-four year old, searching for any sign of feeling.
"Fine then; I'm perfectly fine with going with you. If you get to go into danger, then I want to, too," the teenager declared and Vivian sighed. This would certainly prove to be an interesting autumn of 1925.
"Ha; win again," a man with long coppery hair tied back in a ponytail proudly declared as the other three men groaned and threw their cards on the table. He grabbed all the money in the center while smirking in triumph.
"You must think you're such the bee's knees, don't ya, Adam?" The light-brown haired man grumbled before reshuffling the deck of cards.
"Don't be such a wet-blanket, Phillip. So how's your dame settling in?" The most muscular man with orange hair asked and Phillip shrugged.
"Pretty good. That whole deal with Maleficent didn't help. Aurora wanted to go back to the country, but I had to remind her about the job." All the men nodded as Phillip dealt the cards.
"Next time we got a run, Belle offered to have Aurora come and stay with her. Belle still doesn't like what we do, but she'd be willing to have any one of you're girls come over," Adam finished, addressing the whole group.
"Well, everyone, except Herc here. Still haven't found a girl yet?" an Asian-American man asked and Hercules flushed slightly before scowling at him.
"Not looking. Still can't believe Mulan actually thought about actually dating you, Shang," he replied and it was Shang's turn to scowl.
"Well I hope you all have enjoyed your bull session, boys, because we've got a shipment to catch," a new voice joined men. Everyone turned to see a blond man leaning against the doorway.
"Hey Smithy, where's it this time?" Adam asked excitedly and 'Smithy', known better as John Smith, smirked at his excitement.
"Down at the docks. Boss and Jungle Man are already down there."
"Hope the tykes don't join us tonight. Don't want any of them to get hurt if they decide to show up," Phillip muttered under his breath as the men filed out of their hang-out.
"Don't worry, Phil; Boss told 'em to do something else. Now quit jabbering and get a move on. 'Member last time we were late. The Boss had a fit," John finished and all the men shuddered before trooping out the door.
"Captain, we just got word that a shipment of alcohol coming in along the coast. Do you want me to contact the Coast Guard?" Captain Phoebus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Yes yes, go ahead. Get a squad and go to the coast. Don't harm any of them; I want them caught alive. Only fire if fired at. Gaston," he called to a muscular man who was leaning back in chair. When he heard his name being called, he straightened up. "I want you make sure the coast is free of any pedestrians." Phoebus turned and grabbed his gun and hat and preceded to the door, making orders all the way along. When Gaston saw the coast was clear, he made his way to the telephone.
"Hello, Operator, I'd like to speak with Commander Rourke." Gaston waited impatiently, tapping his foot in a hurried beat.
"Lyle Rourke speaking," a voice came onto the line.
"Rourke, just got word that there's a shipment at docks. Better get there before the cops get there."
"Is the other gang there already?" Commander Rourke asked and Gaston told him of the situation.
"Good work, Gaston. I knew there was a reason we hired you," Rourke drawled. "We'll keep in touch." And with that, the former mercenary hung up the phone. Gaston sighed, not being quick enough to ask about the money before the conversation ended.
"Officer," Captain Phoebus barked, poking his head back into the doorway. "Why are you just standing there? Hurry up." Gaston scrambled for his hat and gun and walked briskly out the door.
"Aurora, dear, please stop fretting. Our boys will be just fine," Belle told the worried blond for the hundredth time.
"I know Belle, it's just, it's been difficult ever since…" Aurora trailed off and Belle immediately knew what she was talking about.
"You know Rose, the more you let Maleficent know that you're terrified of her and this place, then she's going to hold it over you," came the reasonable reply from a slender brunette. Aurora nodded and looked over at the British woman.
"I know, I know, Jane, but-"
"Please, can we stop talking about this? Pocahontas, grab the wine and some glasses; we all need some cheering up," Mulan, a young Asian-American woman called to Pocahontas, an equally young Native American woman.
"It's in the left cupboard," Belle called before going back to comforting Aurora. Pocahontas came back out with six glasses and a small bottle of wine.
"Who's the sixth person?" Jane asked. Just then, the front door opened and a lovely woman of Romani descent and emerald eyes entered.
"Esmeralda," Aurora and Belle answered in unison and said person looked confused.
"Don't worry, dear, just take a glass," Jane said as she offered Esmeralda a glass. Esme took it gratefully as she sat next to Pocahontas.
"You look like you've had a fun day," Mulan said sarcastically. The young woman narrowed her eyes and took a gulp of wine.
"Some fellow from the Bible Belt had his eyes on me when I was coming outta the Speakeasy. He gave me the heebie-jeebies. I'm so glad I don't stand on the corners like Meg does. Being a hoofer is enough for me," she finished. There was silence for a while before Jane spoke up.
"I heard that some reporter from New York was coming to stay here in Fantasia City," she said, a hint of disgust in her voice. The other women made a face. Reporters in Fantasia were just as bad as the cops.
"How'd you hear that?" Pocahontas asked and Jane gave a shrug.
"Her sister is going to be in my class. I heard that their father is a real business tycoon, even knows some of them bigwigs. I really wonder what the daughters of a rich man are going to be doing here."
"Well, at least the reporter's female. Any other time, it's a man doing the nosing around," Belle said thoughtfully. Just then, the phone rang and all the women jumped. Belle quickly got up and answered.
"'Lo?...Yes, this is Belle Badeau speaking….Are they alright?...Good, we'll be over in a jiffy. Thanks Peter." And with that, Belle hung up the phone.
"Are they alright? No one got hurt, did they?" Aurora asked, worry laced in her tone. Belle gave a small smile and shook her head.
"No more than the usual injuries. No, their fine; they're just at Doctor Sweet's, getting checked over. Why don't we all go on over and make sure they don't get into any more trouble."
Lyle Rourke slammed his fist on the table. Not only did they not take any of Trouillefou's gang out, they were nearly arrested by the police. The only comforting thought was that Trouillefou didn't get any of the shipment.
"Sir, Grimhilde Handsel wants to speak to you," Helga Sinclair, Rourke's right-hand man, so to speak, said as she entered the small room. Rourke raised an eyebrow in surprise. Grimhilde Handsel was the daughter of one of the oldest families in Fantasia City, and one of the most important, too.
"Alright, send her in." A beautiful woman in her thirties walked into the room with a certain air around her, almost like royalty. Helga closed the door as Grimhilde sat down.
"Commander Rourke, I was surprised when you didn't come to the gala tonight. I was looking for some company other that those stuffy old business men and my brat of a step-daughter. Then I heard that there was a little trouble down on the coast. You wouldn't have happened to be there, would you?" she asked, though the look that she gave told him that she knew otherwise. Rourke leaned back in his chair and put his hands up.
"Well, Grimhilde, my dear, I can't tell a lie. Though I'll have you know that we didn't start the trouble. It was that damn Trouillefou and his gang of trouble that started it. I do have to ask now, why are you here?" Grimhilde smirked and took out a cigarette.
"I thought you might like to know that I have a…friend that's heard of your plight with Clopin Trouillefou. He's actually interested in helping you," she said as she lit her cigarette. Rourke leaned forward and studied Grimhilde.
"What kind of friend is this guy to you?" Rourke asked, suspicious. Everyone knew that women of the Handsel family, save Grimhilde's step-daughter, Snow White, liked to get involved with witchcraft. Grimhilde pouted a little before smirking again, this time with a look of pure deviousness.
"I met him in New Orleans, in the French Quarters. He practices voodoo, and is quite good at it, too. He already has an idea of how to get rid of your…problem." Rourke folded his arms across his chest and sat back in his chair again.
"What's his name?" Grimhilde smiled, and an actual smile at that, pleased that she could be of help for Rourke.
"Doctor Facilier, better known as The Shadow Man. I believe he's already arrived in Fantasia tonight."
Olly grunted as she shoved her way through the crowd, trying to catch up to Vivian. This crowd almost reminded her of New York. She felt a pang of home sickness at that thought.
"Golly, Viv, can you walk any faster?" she asked after caught up with her sister.
"Probably. Oh, remind me to phone Father when we get to our apartment. He's probably wigging out at the thought of us being so far away from him." Olly nodded and looked around. The streets were crowded and busy, even at eight o'clock in the evening.
"This place sure is busy," she commented. Just then, a group of women entering a decent sized building caught her eye. She cocked her head as she read the sign on the door.
"Olly, what are you looking at?" Vivian stopped where Olly stood.
"They have a doctor's office," Olly murmured and Vivian rolled her eyes.
"'Course they do; this is a city after all." Olly shook her head and glared at Vivian.
"No, what I mean is, they have a doctor's office that might need assistances," she said, stressing the last part of the sentence.
"Don't get your hope up, darling, your still pretty young and have no experience what so ever," Vivian said gently, trying not to crush Olly's idea.
"Eh." That was the response Vivian got, meaning Olly hadn't even listened to her.
"Come on, you're starting school tomorrow, so let's getta move on." Olly snapped out of her daze and glared at Vivian.
"You didn't tell me I was starting school tomorrow," she accused and the older girl shrugged her shoulders.
"You didn't ask." And soon the two were bickering; unaware of the strange glances they got from the people around.
A/N: Yeah, so I decided to use Commander Rourke as the main bad guy just because, in my opinion, he's one of the best villains. You all can disagree with me on that, it's cool. I had, HAD to us the new villain from The Princess and the Frog. He's so cool!
Grimhilde is actually the name of the Wicked Queen from Snow White, at least the fairytale version. I really wish that Disney gave some of their characters last names instead of me having to go hunting suitable ones. *sighs irritably* Alright, I'm done. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter.
1920's Slang
Bootleg- Illegal Alcohol
Bee's Knees- An extraordinary person
Wet Blanket- A killjoy
Dame- Female
Bull Session- Male talkfest
Bible Belt- Area in the South and Midwest where Fundamentalism flourishes (I bet we all know which character this is. Starts with and F and ends with a Rollo)
Heebie-Jeebies- the jitters
Speakeasy- A bar selling illegal alcohol
Hoofer-A dancer