Once upon a time, in a place that is much closer than one might think, lived a girl who had not yet had a true adventure. When she was little she did all the things a normal child would do: pick apples for homemade pies, have scavenger hunts, and go in search of missing treasure. Yet, there was always a yearning for something more. The intangible hole that lived deep inside of her ached to be filled, and try as she might nothing seemed to be quite the right size. Three weeks after her ninth birthday an unexpected caller came to her doorstep. This night, which started out not so different from any other night, ended with Eveline Snow packing her bags to start training at Fitzler's Fairy Godmother Academy, a coup for any nine year old. So, Evie said goodbye to her childhood home and went away to boarding school in hopes of starting a real adventure.

"Evie!" Evie looked around her quarters, her flight pack lying open on the bed, too distracted to focus on the voice sounding from behind her. She knew that she had just powdered some fairy dust last night, but seeing how last night had turned into early this morning when she finally went to sleep she couldn't quite remember where she put it. "Evie," the same voice sounded, Evie spun around to face the door. James leaned against the frame of the door his lanky physique made him seem almost disproportionate in the doorway—trapped in a world that was too small for him. In an academy filled with girls he was a rarity, and one of her closest friends.

On the fateful night ten years ago when Evie was first brought to Fitzler's Fairy Godmother Academy, she had seen it as the start of her greatest adventure. However, these expectations where cut rather short due to the fact that a childhood spent reading books and playing by oneself did not liken Eveline to her fellow trainees. So, being seen as strange and socially awkward by her peers, Evie's first few months were spent similarly to the past nine years: sitting quietly alone reading and waiting in anticipation. Exactly three months, six days, and approximately thirteen hours after arriving at the academy James had been brought through the front door. More appropriately he sauntered through it, because at the prime age of nine and three quarters James Eldrige was already a man who loved to be among the ladies, making a school specializing in the elite training of future fairy godmothers an excellent setting to pursue this interest. The girls did not quite feel the same way about James. Thusly, the two children standing on the social sidelines found each other, and had remained the closest of friends.

"Hey J," Evie turned back to her bed and began ripping through her drawers, "Sorry, I just can't find my effing fairy dust."

James smiled, totally unfazed by the flustered girl before him or the bra that flew past his head. Picking up a variety of clothes and books to make room for himself he collapsed onto her bed and pulled out a bottle of fine blue powder, "Here take some of mine." Slamming the side table drawer shut Evie gave him a rare smile, "Thanks J."

"Yes well, I'm professionally trained to save the day. Besides, I don't need it; I'm still on dream runs since Mistress Harper has decide to die before she gives me my wings."

Evie couldn't help but chuckle, James was a decent fairy, but he didn't take the job with the gravity that Mistress Harper did, and at last years Christmas party she had caught him doing drunken impressions of her turning pumpkins into carriages. It might have been a salvageable situation if her favorite pet cat hadn't been on the receiving end of James' magic and spent too weeks waiting for the botched spell to wear off. Harper had put James on dream runs to the under five demographic, insisting that if he choose to act like a child he could deliver dreams to them.

"James you're going to get your wings."

"Sure, when I'm three hundred! Then I'll finally be put into the children's division so I can grant ponies to children everywhere."

"Well, if you're going to act like a chil—" James cut Evie off with a playful shove before she could even finish. She bent down to pull on her boots, "Besides, by the time you're three hundred I'll be running the academy and you'll be living with a lovely troll somewhere. I'll have you over for birthdays and Christmas."

James huffed, "I'd be offended, but trolls are surprisingly loving creatures. I would be lucky to get one after years of your abuse."

Evie slipped the fairy dust into her pocket while sticking out her tongue. James mimicked the expression back to her, "So where are you off to tonight?"

"Oh the usual, quick stop with a princess in distress and then a new client actually. Some turn of the century type thing. I meant to read the file, but you know…I fell asleep and yeah…" she trailed off as she shrugged the backpack onto her shoulders, "It was a cliffnotes kinda thing."

James shook his head at his tiny friend, "I swear you're the worst fairy godmother ever." Evie just smiled at him and pushed a piece of dirty blonde hair out of her face, "You're probably right. Want to walk me to the launch?"

Her friend clutched a tan hand over his heart, " I caaaan't! It's too depressing." Laughing, Evie yanked him off the bed with surprising force, "Ridiculous."

They walked together down the nearly empty stone hallway towards the launch pad. In the olden days, before the technological revolution, means of travel for fairy godmothers was left to unpredictable weather patterns and luck, but now all take offs and landings were cleared through the control tower. Evie strapped on her helmet and goggles. She waited to hear the familiar checklist from the control tower stream through her helmet.

"Area clear." Check.

"Wings ready." Evie unleashed her pink wings and fluttered them slightly, hovering off the ground and then returning to it, check. She pulled her goggles down from their helmet perch and adjusted them around her face. "Agent Snow you're cleared for departure." The steel double doors in front of Fairy Godmother Eveline Snow slid open. A mist of fairy dust began to stream down and she ran through it and into the starless night. "Agent Snow to control, I've cleared take off and am entering the third portal."

"Thank you Agent Snow, have a safe flight." With that Evie picked up speed and swan dived into what the untrained eye would see as just another piece of sky.

Spot Conlon couldn't hear himself think. He should know better to even try to think within the confines of the Brooklyn Newsboy Lodging House. He couldn't even breathe through the haze of cigarette smoke winding its way through the room and suffocating him. He felt panicked, trapped, and a little pissed off by the fact that he was feeling either of those, both of which were making him fidget uneasily within his chair, as well as tampering with the confidence he had become legendary for. It was the end of February in Brooklyn, and although the promise of spring was fast approaching when you stepped outside your breath would still hang in the air. Still, he needed space and would brave the frigid night if it meant he could get some. Wrapping his coat around him, one that would not survive another winter, he quietly slid his way out the window and made a quick job of the climb to the roof. The lodging house sat in sight of the docks where Spot had become accustomed to calling his throne. He wanted her back. He couldn't stop thinking about her—her slightly crooked teeth, her dark hair, the way she got hiccups when she ate too fast, the freckles shaped like the big dipper on her upper right shoulder. Fuck. He was losing it. This was ridiculous. He's Spot Conlon, he could have any girl he wanted ... just not Rebecca. She said they were in different places, which he didn't really understand because even though a bridge divided Brooklyn and Manhattan, as far as he could see they were still in New York. She wouldn't even see him when he went by her family's apartment. He sister had said to stay away, Becca was moving on. But Meredith had never liked Spot to begin with, so what did she know about the girl who was shaping up to be the one.

He leaned against the rail of the roof and stared out past the streets of Brooklyn, roads he knew as well as his social standing within them, and onto the watery banks and into an uncertain distance. He tried to calculate the odds of getting Rebecca to come back to him.

"Spot Conlon? I mean do I have that right? Is it really Spot?"

Spot sharply turned at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, a female voice at that, wondering exactly how long someone had been witnessing his rooftop ponderings. Before him stood the most peculiar girl he had ever seen. Blonder hair framed an impish face. She was incredibly pale, but not in the sense that she was an invalid of some kind, it was simply her complexion. Stranger still she wore tight black pants into boots of some sort and a long sleeved black shirt and jacket. No words came from Spot Conlon as more than anything else he'd simply forgot that she'd asked him anything. She smiled at him with almost unattractively straight white teeth, "So, it is Spot then?"

The newsboy nodded his head curtly, "Lovely. Spot, I'm Eveline Snow. I'm your fairy godmother," and then Evie proceeded to stick out her hand.

Author's Note: The appropriate characters and themes belong to Disney.