Hi all welcome to a disney franada crossover! sorta. I haven't uploaded anything in ages, and I mean ages, and I should be finishing my other story BUT this is a lot of fun. (and easier) SO ENJOY.


"Where are we going Jim Dear?"

"To get your Christmas gift, Darling." The young man said, leading his equally young wife gently by the hand through the snowy 1910 streets.

"Oh, is it the one I was admiring? Trimmed with ribbons?" She asked.

"Well," he responded with slight nervousness "It has a ribbon..." at that moment they turned their final corner, revealing a woman standing there holding the hand of the woman's present, all bundled against the cold with a red ribbon tied loosely around its neck. Behind them a wrought iron sigh read "Orphanage".

"Oh how sweet!" the woman cooed instantly, running over to hug the child, who stared back up at her with violet eyes.

"Do you like it, Darling?" The man asked nervously. They had both wanted a baby for a long time, and he knew that it had hurt his wife that they were still childless.

"Oh I love her! What a perfectly beautiful little lady." She said, cooing over the little bundle.

"Well, a-actually Darling he's a bo-"

"What's your name, sweetheart?" She asked before he could finish his sentence.

"Mathew." the bundle piped up quietly staring shyly up at his new adoptive mother.

"Oh how lovely, how perfectly sweet!" She exclaimed in approval, hugging the blond tightly to her chest once again. Her husband sighed, glad at the seeming unconcern about the mistaken gender. Of course, there was nothing saying she was simply going to treat this boy like a little lady anyway...


"It's time to go to bed now, yes that's it, a nice little bed for you.." Jim Dear said, leading Matthew to the small bed he had been hiding from his wife for over a month. The boy got in with a little smile as the covers were tucked in around him.

"Oh Jim Dear, are you sure that he will be warm enough?"

"Of course, he'll be as snug as a bug in a- oh! I almost forgot!" walking over to the drawers he pulled out a big stuffed white bear handing it to the boy who was wide eyed with excitement.

"Now goodnight Matthew.." he said, closing the door gently "Don't worry Darling, he'll go right to sleep." As soon as the door shut the violet eyed boy was up, pushing the door open and following the two grown-ups.

"Oh, look he's lonesome.." the woman said, spotting him. "Don't you think, just for the night...?"

"Now Darling, if we are to establish ourselves as authority figures we must be firm from the very beginning." her husband replied, picking the boy up and placing him back in his room. This time he followed whimpering slightly. Putting him back once again, the man placed a chair in front of the door handle in hopes it would keep the child in long enough to get settled. It did not. Standing in front of their bedroom door the couples newly adopted child started to cry.

"Aw Jim.."

"Hmm, what?" he said yawning. "Oh! Oh alright but remember, it's just for tonight!" scooping up the child he placed him in the middle of them, where he immediately snuggled up and dozed off in the cozy heat of his new family.


"Good morning!" A cheerful voice called as curtains were thrown open to let warm beams of sunshine into the large bedroom. The young man then moved to the bed, one stray curl bouncing in front of him as he walked. Gently shaking one of the stirring lumps on the king sized bed he called out again more quietly.

"Wake up." He said "It's almost10 o'clock." Yawning and rubbing his eyes Jim Dear sat up slowly.

"T-thank you Matthew, but you really don't need to give us wake up calls on Sunday, it's fine to-" He paused, realizing the boy was already gone. Standing up the man shook his head. "He's probably already gone to get the paper. Honestly, I don't know what to do with that boy…"

Bursting out of the house Matthew took the stares in one bound, landing gracefully on their little sidewalk. He had grown into a tall, but slim, young man, who now wore glasses and whose hair rolled in light waves around his face, short enough to make him look respectable. Although he did still often get mistaken for a girl….The yard of the house was large and fenced, with a fancy flower garden that Darling tended to, often with the help of the blond. Bending over to pick up the paper Matthew paused. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he had seen someone…suspicious. There were not many different kinds of people in this neighborhood, and it was easy to spot an outsider. This short man looked extra suspicious, stopping at houses and looking as though he was sizing them up, clad in a dirty black cloak and hat. Noticing Matthew staring at him he quickly turned and walked out of sight, leaving the boy to wonder what in the world anyone like that was doing here. Snapping out of it he grabbed the paper and trotted back into his home. Jim Dear and Darling were already downstairs, sipping tea and coffee. Handing the paper over he earned at thanks and a hair ruffle before sitting down and grabbing a doughnut, pouring some maple syrup on his plate to dip it in.

"I don't know how we would ever get along without you, Matthew." Darling said with a sweet smile, that he returned.

"I-I just like to do my part…"

"Say, you really are growing up," Jim Dear put in "You're almost a man!"

"We better get you a license." Darling said, still smiling.

"A license?" The young man asked, looking interested.

"Yes, you wear it around your neck to prove you are an upstanding citizen, so you won't be picked up as a 'stray' by the authorities. You can go anywhere without raising suspicion, even if for some reason you aren't able to look presentable."

"In many ways it's a ticket to freedom when you're a young man." Jim Dear put in. "And you're just about old enough for one I think."

"Really?" Matthew asked, eye wide with interest. He knew that there were harsh laws about the large number of young people who lived in the streets with nowhere to call home. If you were a child caught then you could be sent to an orphanage. But if you were older you were probably a vandal, thief, or worse. You could not be allowed to stay in society. He gave small smile, rather excited he was old enough to finally receive his.


The small white box was opened carefully as Matthew watched, holding hid breath slightly as Darling pulled out a thin blue ribbon with a silver tag hanging on it. Jim Dear tried not to say anything about its girlyness as she put the ribbon around their adopted son's neck, knowing how his wife liked to dress the boy up.

"My but it does look nice." She said when the knot was tied "So grown up. Won't Scottie and Annie be surprised?" Matthew nodded, eyes sparkling with the sudden realization that he needed to show his two best friends.

"Well go on then!" Darling said, shooing him out the door.


"Four steps ahead and then turn to the left…." A young man with flaming red hair muttered under his breath stepping carefully in the pattern of his little rhyme. Quickly he stepped through a discrete break in the tall bushes, winding up in a shaded 'no mans land' between fancy houses.

"And right to the place where I marked it." He continued, looking at tiny "x" in the dirt. Cliché he knew, but that was alright with him. "My bonny, bonny bank in the back yard." He finished with a smirk, picking up the trowel he had brought along, quickly digging up his spot and opening the dirtied box that was in it. Staring up at him was his stuffed Loch Ness monster he had had for as long as he could remember, not that he would ever, ever admit it. He had just recently pretended to let it be thrown out, then rescued it, and was now trying to sneak it back into the house. So far his genus plan was going perfectly. "Ah, that's a great sight." He said, reaching down to pick up his precious-

"Scottie!" He froze at the familiar nickname. Oh Buggeration. "Oh Scottie!" Quickly looking around the redhead flopped down, sitting firmly over the hole he had made. "Hello Scottie." Matthew said with a smile, finally spotting him through the bushes thanks to his hair.

"Oh, it's you laddie." The Scott said, shifting to make sure the hole was completely covered.

"Notice anything different?" the blond said, giving a small smile, wondering a little why his friend was sitting in the dirt.

"Uh, you've had your hair done?" he answered, distractedly trying to rebury his toy.

"No not that."

"You've had your nails done?"

"Uh, uh." Matthew said scrunching up his nose. "Guess again."

"Well, I wouldn't be a' knowin' then.." he replied with slight relief, satisfied his 'treasure' had been properly covered. In response the other boy shook his hair back, making the metal at his neck sparkle.

"Why laddie." He said with a grin. "It's a bonny new license!"

"Do you like it?"

"Aye. It must be very expensive." Matthew smiled and blushed a little "Have you shown it to Annabel?"

"No, not yet." He said with a small shake of the head.

"Well, we best go at once. You know how sensitive she is aboot these things." The spectacled boy nodded as the older got up dusting himself off before heading in the direction of their other friend.


Walking up the steps to the large porch of the impressive white house the two boys quickly spotted a bundle of skirts in the hammock they knew must be their friend. She appeared to be dreaming, if the slight twitching and murmuring was any indication.

"She's dreaming." Matthew reiterated with a small smile.

"Aye, dreaming of those bonny bygone days when she was tracking criminals with her brother and grandfather in the swamp." Scottie replied, shaking his head.

"She did that?" he asked, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Aye, doesn't look it does she?" his grin faded a little "But that was before…"

"Before what?"

"'Tis time you knew the truth, laddie." The redhead said with a sigh. "It shouldn't a' happened, but there was a big fight with her brother, after her grandfather died, and well…she's almost completely lost her sight."

"No.." he whispered "I had no idea!"

"Blind as a bat. But won't wear bloody spectacles. Pride dunt ya' know. We must never let on that we know laddie, it would break her poor heart." They were suddenly distracted by a rather loud yawn. Looking over they saw a mass of blonde curls rise up from the hammock, held in place slightly by a bow. Opening dark blue eyes she stared at them for a moment before speaking.

"Where did he go?"

"Go?" The Scott said, raising his eyebrow.

"Big fellow, six foot three, no license…" She trailed off "Oh mah, Ah was dreaming again wasn't Ah?" Getting up with a quick stretch she walked up to her friends, gasping when she got close. "Why Miss Mattie, you have a license!"

"Mmm-hmm." The boy replied, inwardly recoiling at the nickname he had been forced to accept.

"Mah, mah how time does fly"

"Aye, it seems like only yesterday he wouldn't go anywhere without that blimey stuffed bear. What was its name again?"

"Kimabero." Matthew replied quickly, not willing to admit he still slept with it every night.

"And now you're all grown up!" Annabel said, all smiles. The youngest blushed with a humble smile, quietly checking his reflection in the window.

"Matthew!" Perking up the blond looked over towards his house.

"Oh, it's Jim Dear!" he said, hurrying in the direction of the voice, pausing to say "Please excuse me." Before dashing off again.

"Hello there Matthew." The man said with a fond smile, looking down slightly at the boy. "Did your friends like your license?" He got a nod in reply before the younger ran ahead, holding open the door. "Why thank you." Jim Dear said, giving a fond smile and ruffling the mess of golden hair.

Later that day the small family was sitting in front of the fire, Jim Dear relaxed, watching as Darling sewed. Matthew had fallen asleep reading his book, which had splayed out across his chest. Head tilting to the side, his glasses had slipped and become crooked.

"You know Darling," Jim Dear suddenly spoke up "I think with Matthew here I'd say life is quite complete."

"Yes dear," She replied with a sweet smile "I can't imagine anything could ever take his place in our hearts."