Chad walked into the locker room, his mind already forgetting the school day and beginning to concentrate on tourney practice. He spotted Jay on one of the benches on the other side of the locker room. Freaking VK, he thought. He just couldn't understand how everyone was so trusting of Jay. One good deed and suddenly everyone forgets where he's from and who his father is.

Doing his best to put that thought out of his mind, he opened his locker and threw his back-pack in. He started changing out of his school clothes and into his practice uniform. He, and everyone else on the team, we're nearly dressed out when Carlos came running into the locker room, bumping into one of the other players as he tried to stop himself. Always late aren't you kid, Chad thought with a small smirk. While Carlos frantically started changing Chad and the rest of the team started heading out.

"Chad," he heard the coach call out as he made his way out onto the field.

"Yeah, Coach," Chad said as he walked over.

"You need to head to Fairy Godmother's office," Coach Jenkins instructed him as he handed him a note requesting his presence.

"For?"

Coach shrugged. "Don't know, Boss Lady just sent the request. So head on over."

Chad groaned at the request but did as the Coach told him. This better be worth my time, he thought as he started making his way over toward the administration building. Once he made it over he walked into Fairy Godmother's office and stopped in his tracks the second he passed the door.

"Mom?"

The surprise was evident in his eyes as was the confusion in his voice.

"Hello, Chad," Cinderella smiled at him.

"Please come in, Chad," Fairy Godmother told him from behind her desk. Chad moved further into the office and took at seat next to his mother in front of Fairy Godmother's desk. "Do you have an idea why I called you in here today?"

Chad shook his head. "Not a clue."

"It involves the events of Family Day," Cinderella told her son.

Chad tensed up in his chair for a second. This is alright, he told himself, I told her what happened. I'm not in trouble.

"I figured since nothing had occurred since then that the whole thing was being forgotten," he said.

Fairy Godmother shook her head. "I was just waiting to speak with your mother."

"But I told her what went down."

"Did you really think I wouldn't come down here to talk to Fairy Godmother about what happened?" Cinderella asked him.

"Well I was pretty clear about what happened?" Chad answered her.

"Clear? I had to struggle to hear your voice over Audrey's shrieking," Cinderella said. "And even if you were clear about what happened, I'd have still come down here," Cinderella explained to him. "And I'm glad I did because imagine my surprise when your version of events, and Fairy Godmother's version we're like night and day."

Damn it, Chad thought.

"J-just what did you hear?" Chad asked nervously.

"I informed your mother about the actual way things went down," Fairy Godmother said.

"About how Mal went after Queen Leah?" he attempted.

"About how thanks to Audrey, Queen Leah's mistaken identification led to an unfortunate verbal barrage on her part," Fairy Godmother corrected him.

"Which was apparently then followed up by xenophobic tirade by you," Cinderella scolded.

"Mom, I can explain."

"Save it," Cinderella stopped him. "I'll give you that chance in a moment. Right now, you're going to accept your consequences, starting with those here at school."

"But –"

Cinderella held up a finger and Chad quieted down and turned toward Fairy Godmother.

Fairy leaned into her desk, her hands clasped on top of it. She cleared her throat and then began. "It upsets me when one of my students acts the way you did that day, Chad. Up until your interference, I probably could've calmed the entire situation down, and gotten Queen Leah away from Mal and helped her deal with the altercation. But your actions threw all that out the window."

"I was coming to –"

"You were coming to no one's defense," she interrupted. "You saw an opportunity to let your views be heard and you took it. Not to mention that you escalated the situation when you became physical with Evie." Chad looked like he was going to speak up, but Fairy Godmother gave him a look that said he was to remain quiet.

"So, for your actions that day, I am handing down the following punishments: you are suspended from the tourney team for the next three games."

"Three?" Chad shouted.

Fairy Godmother nodded. "One for each of the students you insulted."

"You can't take me off the team."

"Yes, I can. And if you don't lower your voice toward me, I'll make it all the games remaining in the season." Chad glared at her and looked like he was about to speak. "Please try me," she told him sternly before he could. One look at her steeled expression and Chad backed down.

"In continuance; you will perform services to the school in one of its departments."

"Can you define that for him?" Cinderella asked.

"Kitchen duty. Grounds keeping duty. Janitorial duty. Something along those lines for the next three weeks. And the department you will perform those services for will be decided upon…by Mal, Jay, and Evie."

Chad's jaw dropped. "You're going to let those three decide?" Fairy Godmother nodded.

"I'll be speaking with them as soon as I leave this office. Which will actually be right now. Your mother wants to speak with you privately. Cindy," Fairy Godmother deferred as she got up.

"Thank you," Cinderella said as she and Chad watched Fairy Godmother leave. She then turned her chair to face Chad, motioning for him to do the same. Reluctantly, he did so.

"Are you really going to let her do all that to me?"

"Every bit of it," Cinderella answered him. She then grew silent and just looked at her son. "How could you behave like that?"

"I told you what happened. Just because Fairy Godmother doesn't want to go after Ben's girlfriend and her friends doesn't mean I'm lying," Chad said. He hoped that it might still be possible to sway his mother to his side. After all, she was her son and they were dealing the children of villains.

"It's not just her word I'm taking. Someone your age should know, someone always has their phone out, recording everything," she said.

Chad's eyes widened at his mother's revelation. This was news to him. He was sure that if someone had recorded it, he would've seen the footage by now. He started to shake his head.

"No, by now the video –"

"Fairy Godmother confiscated the phone. As far as she knows it's the only one, everyone else was too shocked to record," Cinderella told him. Chad's face dropped as he realized that his mother knew everything that has happened that day before he even entered the office.

"Mom…I can…," he stammered.

"Do you know how embarrassing it was to hear Fairy Godmother tell me how you acted that day? Do you know how disappointing it was to watch that video and…," Cinderella trailed off, her voice breaking and tears filing her eyes. "And see the little boy that I raised acting so, so vile and…hateful."

"Mom," Chad said in discomfort.

"Why? Just tell me why?"

"They don't belong here? Deep down, I know I'm not wrong," he answered. He leaned in toward his mother as if he didn't want anyone else to hear him. "You can't be from where they're from, and more importantly, be raised by who they were raised by, and not be bad all the way down to your bones."

"They can't help where they're from, Chad. After all, their parents were forced there."

"They were still raised by villains," he countered.

"So that's your gauge for them being evil? Who they were raised by?" Chad nodded. "And you leave no room for any kind of benefit of the doubt?" Chad nodded slowly. "So that means I'm evil."

"What? No," Chad told his mother as if she'd lost her mind. "You're…you're Cinderella, you're famous for your kindness."

"Even so, by your criteria, I'm evil – all the way down to my bones – because you seem to forget who raised me." Chad tried to speak, but his mouth just hung open. "It is entirely possible to be raised by a villain and still be a good person. I am. Snow White is; and she was raised by the same person who raised one of the people you lashed out against. Anything to say now?" she questioned when Chad just remained sitting silently. "I'll let you reassess your views on the villain children on your own for now, because right now, I have a more pressing question for you: who the hell do you think you are to hit that girl Evie?"

Chad's head shot up and his face was lit up with shock. He once again started to speak this time, actual stutters coming out.

"B-but…but it was just her hand," he finally managed to squeak out.

"I don't care," Cinderella hissed at him. "You never place your hands on girl, do you understand me? Never. Your father and I did not raise to do something like that. Everything else you did that day was just embarrassing, to me and your father, and especially yourself, but that…that was just infuriating. Have you felt guilty at all over that?"

Chad remained quiet.

"Oh God," Cinderella groaned dejectedly.

During this conversation, Chad watched his mother run the gamut of emotions from sadness, to anger, to humiliation, it was this last one that finally broke him. As he sat there in that chair, he saw in his mother's eyes, and written all over her face, something he'd never seen before. An emotion she'd never looked at him with before in his entire life:

Shame.

"Mom, I…," he tried to say, but he couldn't find any words that would make her feel better. "What do you want me to say?"

"There's nothing to say, Chad," she lamented. "Because your actions spoke volumes more than anything you could say."

Chad and Cinderella sat quietly. Chad was feeling guilt over this whole thing for the first time. Mostly because of what it was doing to his mother. None of this would be happening if those four hadn't been brought over, he thought. I'd be fine, and Mom wouldn't be sitting there completely heartbroken.

"What's going to happen now?" he finally asked.

"Now I have to punish you," she answered him.

"You mean what Fairy Godmother is doing isn't enough?"

"Those consequences are school related. You still have your father and I to answer to. And believe me, you will deal with him at some point, because he was livid after I told him all this. And when he saw the video, and what you did to Evie, I thought he might explode with anger."

Chad rubbed his temples at the sound of that. Great, he thought, just what I need, Dad going off on one of his tirades.

"For starters, no electronics." Chad's eyes widened at his mother's reveal. "Oh yeah; no phone, no tablet, no television. If it has a screen, voice interaction, a button…a plug, it will be coming out of your room for the next three months."

"Three? Let me guess, one for each of them?" Chad asked insolently.

Cinderella nodded. "Also, you will not be going out for a while. For the next the months, you will wake up, go to class, go back to your room. When you're allowed back on the tourney team, you may go attend that as well."

"How generous."

"For that, now that part of your punishment is six months. Want to try for more?" Chad finally decided it was time to just remain quiet. "The only social gathering you can attend are school functions with my or your father's permission. And, before you ask, school dances don't count."

Chad groaned and leaned back into his chair. I can't believe this, he thought. Those three are costing me everything.

"And finally, no girlfriend. Until further notice, you are not allowed to see or talk to Audrey."

"What?! Now that you can't do," he raised his voice.

"Normally you'd be right. But as she seems to be the instigator for all this, she's an influence you don't need at the moment."

"What does Dad have to say about these restrictions?"

"Completely on board. In fact, the Audrey part was his idea. All that aside, we've now come to the part I know you're going to hate." Chad just looked at his mother. What could be worse that everything else so far, he thought. "Your father and I expect you to apologize to all three of them."

Chad almost leapt from his chair. "What? You actually expect me to apologize?" Chad chuckled. Then he shook his head. "No. You can ground me for the rest of my life, take away everything I own, whatever; but I am never doing that," he ranted as he pushed himself away from his chair and stormed out of Fairy Godmother's office.

Cinderella stayed seated, too shocked to do anything. Why is he so angry? Why does he hate them so much, she thought. As she tried to think of a reason, any reason, for his behavior, she kept coming up empty. Before long, thinking about his behavior, and why he was behaving so unlike himself, she found herself crying all over again.