The first chapter of my longest story. I'm not looking forward to typing all 33 notebook pages of it! :)

I don't own Disney. The bad guys, Sapphire, and Joey are mine. If you wanna use 'em, you gotta ask!

"Bye, Saph!"

"Thanks for letting me stay over, Lisa!"

Sapphire Sota waved goodbye to her friend, pulling her backpack higher up on her shoulders. She'd had a sleepover at Lisa's house last night, although they didn't get to sleep until after 12:00.

Sapphire started to sprint towards home. She was naturally extremely active and didn't like to stand still. This helped when she played sports, which she did very often. She was skilled in gymnastics, martial arts, and lots of other competitive games. She could play long and hard without getting winded.

Running across the park, she crossed the busy New York street and skid to a stop at her house. Opening the door, she was warmly greeted by her Golden Retriever.

"Hey, Joey," Sapphire rubbed his yellow head. "Do you wanna go to the park?" He licked her hand and held still as she clipped on his leash. Without even saying hello to her dad, she led Joey back to the park.

She let the gold dog romp off his leash for a bit while she sat under the shade of a tree on the cool green grass. Taking off her backpack, she examined the contents.

An extra set of clothes, hairbrush, a pack of gum, $15 cash, her pocket knife, extra hair bands for her long, brown hair, assorted other odd things, and her scrapbook.

She pulled out the faded book. In it were pictures of all her favorite Disney characters. Her dad had bought her every Disney movie imaginable. She frowned. Probably because he wanted me out of his hair while he does his work stuff.

Sapphire's mother had died of cancer when the 14 year old was only 3. Her dad had taken care of her, but she'd never felt any bond between them. He gave her just enough to keep her alive and out of his way while he was busy.

She flipped through the scrapbook. Brightly colored pictures of different Disney characters littered the pages. Most of the characters she'd drawn herself, using only her pencil crayons, her sketchbook, and a reference picture.

Her collection varied from Pinocchio to Pocahontas. Aladdin to Tangled. Sapphire caressed the pictures, once again wishing that she'd had the power to go into Disney movies and meet her favorite characters.

Something thudded to the ground beside her. Sapphire picked up the small package, confusion crossing her face. A small label was stuck to the upper right-hand corner. It read "Sa. S."

"Sa. S? Sapphire Sota?" She tilted her head. " Joey, come!" She called to her dog, putting her scrapbook away. He trotted over, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted. He sniffed the package curiously, then looked at her, head cocked.

Sapphire looked around. While she'd been looking at her scrapbook, the park had cleared out. She was the only one there. "Well, I'm the only 'Sa. S.' around here and the package was dropped right to me, so…" Sapphire carefully unwrapped the brown paper, revealing a pair of bluish tinged goggles.

"What're these?" Despite her confusion, Sapphire strapped them on her head, pulling her long, brown braid out from under the strap. They felt good.

Joey reached up and sniffed them, drawing back when he noticed nothing of interest. He lay down next to her, head and paws resting on her legs.

Sapphire pulled the goggles over her green eyes and was surprised to find she couldn't see through them. Suddenly, pictures scrolled across her eyes, projected on the inside of her goggles.

And surprisingly, she could recognize them!

These were pictures from different Disney movies! Sapphire recognized Peter Pan, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Robin Hood, even Alice in Wonderland!

One hand shot up to tear the goggles from her face, but her fingers brushed a ridged wheel. Turning it, she scrolled through the pictures, finally stopping at Lilo and Stitch. Feeling around a bit more, Sapphire touched a tiny, flat, circular button. She pressed it.

And then, she and Joey were no longer at the park.

A short, hunched, shadowy figure walked down the crowded streets of New York City. The brim of his hat was pulled low over his face. His hands were shoved in his trench coat pockets. Obviously, he was trying to remain inconspicuous, but he was drawing disgusted looks from more distinguished passerby's because of the cigar fumes billowing out of his half-open mouth.

He ducked down an alleyway, nervously glancing around to see if anyone else was near. Apparently satisfied, he pulled out a small communication device and whispered, "I dropped off the package. Why on Earth did you send a GIRL to retrieve it?"

The voice on the other end, heedless of the crackling static, was thin and raspy and full of astonishment. "I'm talking to the client right now! I didn't send anyone, much less a girl."

The shadowy man shifted and passed the device from one hand to the other. "Then who got the~"

"You gave it to a civilian!" The voice rose to a piercing screech. "You idiot! Go get it back this instant or General Rick will have both our heads!"

And the communicator went dead.

The man sighed, pocketed the small device, then turned back towards the park.

When he got to the tree where he'd seen the girl, she was gone.

"Oooooh~" He cursed badly and pulled out his communicator. "Sam?"

"What?" The voice snapped, dripping with annoyance.

"She's not here.

"WHAT?"

"I told you. She's gone."

"Well, find her!"

"I think she may have transported. You might need to break out the spare."

"Those are only for an emergency!"

"Would you rather tell the general we lost them?"

There was silence. "I'll get the spare. Meet me at the library steps on main."

The short man nodded. "Roger." And he walked off in the direction of Main Street.

Kinda mysterious, ain't it? But I like mysterious. And cliffhangers.

Trust me, you'll be seeing a buncha cliffies in THIS fanfic. Just cuz I love to torture you guys!