Belle was staring intently at the lined piece of paper in front of her, slightly chewing on the eraser of a stubby pencil at the kitchen table. She wanted to write a story about adventure and something fun, but couldn't find a topic she wanted. Her roommate Anya came into the room and pulled out a chair.

"Whatcha working on Belle?" she asked, sitting down. Esmeralda came to join them as well.

"And she returns, hungover as usual," Anya announced loudly, forgetting Belle's matter. Belle winced at Anya's bold words.

"Haha, I'm not hungover," Esmeralda said, taking out the cereal from the cabinet. "I'm just tired."

"You must be hot too, it's way to sunny to be wearing that jacket," Belle said, glad Esmeralda didn't feel offended by Anya's rash choice of words. "Oh- that's good! 'The protagonist wore a jacket when it was obviously to hot to wear one.' Yes, that'll do!" Belle scribbled away on the paper.

"Why are you wearing that?" Anya asked.

"It's too early in the morning for you to be grilling me like this," Esmeralda said, getting a bowl in one hand and the box of cereal in the other.

"Esmeralda, it's three in the afternoon," Belle said solemnly, looking up from her writing. "You missed our class again. And we had a midterm!"

"Shoot, I forgot," Esmeralda groaned, pouring milk in her bowl. "I'll email the teacher, okay? I won't forget again."

"Esmeralda, you never answered my question," Anya noted. Esmeralda tried to look as if she forgot and swallowed a bite of cereal. "So if it's super-hot, why are you wearing that long sleeve?" Anya yanked up the jacket's cuff up to Esmeralda's elbow.

"No!" Esmeralda blurted, dropping her spoon, but it was too late. Anya and Belle already saw her bloody wrists and bruised arms. Esmeralda quickly yanked down her sleeve again, biting her lip in nervousness.

"Esmeralda," Belle said in a hushed tone. "How did this happen?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Esmeralda said irritably, picking up her spoon again and resuming her eating.

"Esmeralda, we're your best friends. How long has this abuse been going on, and why didn't you tell us?" Anya demanded, clutching her friend in desperation.

"It's not abuse," Esmeralda lied, looking away from Anya's eyes and setting down her spoon.

"Is it that new guy? Because if it is you don't need to protect him. I'll call the police, right now," Belle said, picking up her cell phone and tucking the pencil behind her ear.

"It's not from any new guy," Esmeralda said softly. "I haven't gone on a date with a guy since Phoebus and I split up."

"What? Just last night you told us you were out on a date with some new guy," Anya said. "Esmeralda, we want the truth."

"Someday I'll tell you the truth," Esmeralda promised, grabbing her friends' hands in her own. "But not now. I just can't."

"Esmeralda, you have to!" Belle begged. "You can't expect us to just sit by when you're being assaulted this way!" Esmeralda let go of their hands and stood up angrily, her chair scraping the floor in a shrill friction.

"And I told you no!" she yelled. Anya and Belle were shocked at Esmeralda's newly revealed aggressive side. Esmeralda stormed off, obviously angered.

"Belle, we have to find out what she's doing," Anya said once she was out of earshot.

"You heard Esmeralda, she didn't want us to help her," Belle said nervously, trying to think about anything but her friend's pain. "You want to watch TV?"

"We're her friends. Secretly, she wants us to help," Anya said, ignoring Belle's words. "We'll start by finding out the nearest bars where she could possibly go to."

"Anya, we couldn't," Belle said, turning on the TV to the news. When she saw the featured story she gasped. "Anya, look!" Anya watched the TV anchor talking about shipwrecks and wondered what got Belle so excited. Then she saw him.

"Oh, he's hot," Anya said, examining the man on-screen. It wasn't just any man. It was John Smith, the man Belle had met when she was at the beach with Milo.

"It's John! He's made a recovery," Belle said, relieved.

"Woah, hold up. You met a guy that looks like that and never told me?" Anya said, holding up a finger sassily. "Nuh-uh. No way."

"He was in a shipwreck," Belle said. "Isn't that exciting? Wouldn't it make a great book?"

"Well when you say it like that, no!" Anya snapped. "Belle, the poor hottie's been in a shipwreck, and you're trying to write some story about it? We need to see him, since you so obviously know who he is."

"I met him on the beach, me and Milo called 911," Belle said, resuming her scribbling on the paper and pretending not to hear Anya. "That's a really good starter, huh?"

"Come on, we're going to Dreamworks hospital right now," Anya said, picking up her purse. "Let's go."

"Anya, I'm not going to see some guy I talked to for a few minutes. He'll think I'm weird," Belle said, looking up from her paper. "Take Esmeralda if you're so interested in him."

"If Esmeralda won't come, you're coming," Anya said.

"Alright. Ask her," Belle said, sure that Esmeralda, who was always loyal, would go with Anya. But that wasn't the case this time, as Belle was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, hearing Anya humming to the radio as she drove on the way to the hospital.

"I can't believe Esmeralda didn't come," Belle mumbled.

"Told ya," Anya grinned, pulling up to the hospital's driveway. Belle frowned.

"I can't just say I know him, they'll never let me in," Belle said. The hospital was really crowded, and Anya parked far away from the entrance.

"You leave that to me," Anya said with a bit of mischeif twinkling in her eyes as she opened the doors.

"Somehow I really don't trust you," Belle said, reluctantly following Anya towards the hospital.


Rapunzel woke up, shivering a bit. The air was cold, and she wasn't wearing a jacket. Then she remembered she had gone with the mysterious guardian Jack Frost, and it was so exciting to see someplace new. Right now, her surroundings where some kind of study, and trains and such made of ice covered the tables. Rapunzel, fascinated, reached to touch them.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Jack said from behind her. Rapunzel quickly turned to face him "North doesn't really like it if you touch his precious ice sculptures."

"I just thought they were pretty," Rapunzel said, with a blush that Jack caught her. "Who's North?"

"Only Santa Claus," Jack shrugged, grabbing his staff. Rapunzel's eyes lit up when he mentioned Santa Claus. "You ready to go back home?" Rapunzel was deflated. Go back? Her mother would be mad, and she'd be locked up even more.

"No," Rapunzel said firmly. "I don't want to." She knew she sounded like a child, but to go back meant giving up all this newfound freedom.

"Well that's a new one," Jack said, leaning on his staff. "If I ever took a child with me they'd be snug back in bed before their parents knew."

"My mom never lets me outside the tower," Rapunzel said. "I can't go back. And.. I'm not a child." Jack laughed lightly.

"I'm going to be busy today," Jack said, waving his staff. A few snowflakes drifted down. Rapunzel eagerly caught them in her hands "Where do you live again, miss..."

"Rapunzel, I guess I didn't give you my name," Rapunzel laughed, grabbing his hand.

"Rapunzel, interesting name," Jack said, shaking her hand. "Well Rapunzel, I think it's time you went back home."

"I don't want to," Rapunzel said stubbornly.

"Rapunzel, this is running away," Jack said, sobering. "You had fun and all, but your mom will worry. She told you not to 'trust boys' remember?"

"You're not a boy, you're a guardian," Rapunzel mimicked his words from the day before. "I'm sure I'm safe with you."

"For all you know, I'm secretly evil," Jack whispered to her, his little smile a giveaway to his joke.

"Right then Mr. Evil," Rapunzel giggled. "What's this oh so important business?"

"I've got snow to spread, windows to frost, and school days to cancel," Jack grinned. "Really, I'm swamped."

"Such a noble profession," Rapunzel said sarcastically. "I want to come along. Please?"

"No Rapunzel, I can't," Jack said, turning serious again. "I go all around the world, and that's too far for a human."

"But if you don't show me around, I'll never get to see the town," Rapunzel begged. "Please Jack, just go with me to Walt Disney town and then I'll go home."

"That's not a fair trade at all," Jack frowned adorably. " But fine. All right. I accept your terms." Rapunzel smiled widely and threw her arms around his neck.

"Woah!" he said, as Rapunzel clung tighter to him.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Rapunzel said excitedly. "I'm going to see a real town!" Jack hugged her back, slowly feeling a sense of attachment to this cheerful girl.

"Okay, let's leave the North Pole and go back to Walt Disney," Jack said, grabbing his staff again and taking Rapunzel's hand, smiling down at her. "Hang on." Rapunzel grabbed onto Jack's waist as he lifted them both into the air.


"This is boring," Arista complained. "Ariel, this is all you want to do?" The sisters where at the hotel pool, and Ariel was swimming circles around her sisters.

"Jealous?" Ariel shot back, tossing her head back and flicking her wet red hair over her shoulders.

"Absolutely not," Arista snapped. Alana rolled her eyes, delicately applying sunscreen to her pale skin, watching her sisters swim. Attina lowered her orange sunglasses to glare at her younger sisters.

"You girls need to stop bickering," she said sternly. "Dad's coming back with the drinks, so you two better smile or I'll tell dad to take us home." This shut up Ariel and Arista quickly.

"Good," Attina said, putting her sunglasses back on. Ariel stuck out her tongue though, and dived back underwater. Submerged in water, Ariel loved it but felt like she wanted something more. She stuck her head up from under the shimmering water's surface and spit chlorinated water out of her mouth, panting lightly. A small wave of water she created sloshed over some people on lounge chairs.

"Hey!" a woman yelled, and picked up her now-wet magazine. The girl fiercely glared at Ariel and waved over the pool attendant. "Excuse me sir, but this girl wet me!" Ariel resisted the urge to say that she was overreacting, but didn't want to leave either. She knew this was going to cause trouble from the start. The pool attendant came over and stopped short again when he saw Ariel.

"Hi Jim!" Ariel said, no longer intimidated. "Wow, you do everything in the hotel huh?" Jim groaned and turned to the wet woman.

"Can I help you miss?" he asked. The girl frowned and turned her vision to Jim.

"Yes. This girl just splashed me with water, and on purpose," she said, turning back to stare at Ariel.

"I can't do anything about that," Jim said, visibly bored. He turned around and mumbled to himself, "Thanks for taking up worthless time of my life." He srtarted to leave.

"What?" the girl blurted, visibly shocked.

"I'll see you around, Jim!" Ariel said, waving after him. Jim lowered his head like he was embarrassed while he was walking. The girl stood up and walked away, fuming.

"I will be filing a complaint, young man!" the woman yelled. Jim kept walking away, and Ariel smiled. He was really cute. Then she quickly took that thought out of her mind, knowing that Jim didn't even want to be her friend, let alone date her. It would be nice though... Ariel had never dated before. Ariel sat on the poolside, in the now-vacated lounge chair the cranky woman had sat in.

"Ariel? What are you doing?" Triton said, handing her a lemonade. "There's been complaints from soaking wet people all around the lobby."

"I was just having fun daddy," Ariel said honestly, taking a sip from the brightly colored straw stuck in her cup. "Really, I never meant for anyone to get wet."

"You could have at least apologized," Triton scolded. "Ariel, sometimes you remind me too much of your mother." He then looked sad. Ariel knew that it pained him to talk of his wife Athena, since she had passed away years ago.

"I'm sorry daddy, I will," Ariel said solemnly. "It was wrong and childish."

"You're the splitting image of her," Triton said sadly, almost forgetting the matter of the wet hotel guests. "Athena would have loved this." Ariel knew when something reminded him of her mother, that he needed some time to collect himself. So she silently retreated from her spot back to where her sisters where swimming and tanning underneath the hot sun.

"Walt Disney sure has some wacky weather," Andrina commented. "I mean, just yesterday it was really cold."

"That's how it is," Adella said. "Hey, that cute Jim guy just walked by. He's got a nice-"

"Please don't finish that sentence," Alana groaned.

"I was going to say nose!" Adella said, splashing her sister half in anger and half in playfulness. "You're so dirty-minded!" Alana giggled joined in the water fight. Ariel just watched her sisters with a smile. While they sometimes irritated her, a lot of times they'd take her side. Though she felt a small twinge of jealousy at Adella's words about Jim for some reason. She didn't have a crush on him, so why did she feel fluttery when his name was mentioned?


"Mulan, please talk to me," Pocahantas knocked on the bathroom door, practically begging. "Look, I'm sorry!"

"Well you should have thought of that before setting me up with that loser," Mulan snapped through the closed door, sitting on the linoleum floor and sulking, not wanting to see Pocahantas.

"Mulan, that's not fair," Pocahantas frowned, banging on the door. "Will you open? You can blame Meg for this if you want, but just open the door!" Mulan reluctantly unlocked the door with a click and then faced Pocahantas, giving her a small smile.

"All right. Meg is getting blamed," Mulan said, and Pocahantas giggled.

"Blamed for what?" the saucy voice said from behind them, and the two girls saw their roommate Megara with a smirk on her lips.

"Blamed for setting up Mulan with Omar," Pocahantas said. "Where were you last night?"

"At a strip club," Meg said, without shame. "Really Pocahantas, I just thought you and Charming would be perfect, but I know how you get on blind dates. So I asked Charming to bring a friend."

"And you left me with Omar?" Mulan accused her, poking a finger at Meg's plentiful chest.

"His friend's name is Omar? Was he sexy?" Meg asked, batting away Mulan's hand.

"No he was not! He was just a douche," Mulan said, a bit outraged at Meg still. Meg rolled her eyes.

"Well you weren't supposed to find a new bf, Pocahantas was. So Poca, how was he?" Meg said, turning to a blushing Pocahantas.

"He was- sweet. A gentlemanly type," Pocahantas said. "He was really nice."

"It's because she's pretty," Mulan said. "I mean, when he saw me he was all like, 'I hope that's not Pocahantas.' I could totally see it in his face."

"He was not, Mulan!" Pocahantas shoved her friend in a display of mock anger. Mulan giggled and toppled a bit to the side.

"Look at her, just turning down every boy," Meg said, shaking her head. "Like she has one or something."

"Shut up, Miss 'strip club'. Like you have one too," Mulan said evily, tossing a crocheted pillow from the nearby couch at Meg. Meg bitterly tossed the pillow back.

"It's none of your business!" Meg snapped. "I'm in a happy, committed relationship, just so you know."

"With who?" Pocahantas asked. "This is new. Why didn't you say anything?" Meg didn't want to admit he was a regular at the strip club, or that he was abusive to women.

"His name is Hades, and he's 28," Meg said, lying. Really, Hades looked around late forties to fifties age. She'd never got his actual age.

"Yuck!" Mulan said. "Meg, you're barely 19!" Pocahantas looked concerned too. Meg let out a nervous little laugh. If they knew his real age-

"Relax, he's got money and he would never touch me," Meg said, which was half a lie. "He's really great." Also a lie.

"He's old enough to be your dad, and you're saying that he would never touch you?" Mulan said, shocked.

"Mulan, he's actually too young for that unless he were to be a nine-year-old father," Pocahantas observed. Mulan gave her a squinty glare.

"Shut up. You know how men are, Meg! Especially the old pervy ones!" Mulan said. Meg scoffed.

"Please Mulan, don't overreact. He's okay for his age," Meg said. "Really." But then she felt a sense of gratitude that her friends really care, but her mood swayed when she remembered Hades at the club. Hades was always drunk and very abusive of her. Hades usually requested Meg, Esmeralda, and Holli to have sex with him. He paid good, but he was just so carelessly abusive to them that Meg regretted agreeing to date him. Now that he was her "boyfriend", Meg knew he'd only expect sex from her.

"Earth to Meg, you look really scared," Pocahantas said. "Look, Mulan didn't mean it. If he makes you happy then.."

"But if he doesn't, rest assured I will beat the cra-" Mulan started but Pocahantas covered her mouth before she could finish.

"Thank you Mulan, for biting my palm," Pocahantas said sarcastically. "With that oh-so-nice comment you added." Mulan looked disagreeable to being silenced, but stiffly turned to go into her room. Meg let out a sigh of relief. Pocahantas always was the peacemaker, and Mulan just always had an opinion. Unfortunately, Mulan was usually right about her opinions.

"Look, I just wanted to say-" Meg began.

"You're welcome," Pocahantas shrugged it off. "Want to get takeout?" Meg was dumbfounded. True, she wan't one for thanking, but if she was, Pocahantas would get an thank-you first.

"Sure" Meg managed to say. "We'd better call Mulan," she added as an afterthought, knowing Mulan's intentions were always good even if she acted a bit rashly.

"Uh-huh," Pocahantas said. "You know how she gets when we go out to eat without her."

"Reminds you of my birthday, right?" Meg giggled.

"We swore to never talk about that again," Pocahantas hissed and Meg laughed. "Mulan!" Mulan came out of her room, on Pocahantas's cell phone and was talking in a worried tone.

"Mulan, why do you have my pho-" Pocahantas started but Mulan ignored her and cut her off.

"You have to go to DreamWorks, John Smith is in the hospital," Mulan said, her eyes big. "You were listed as a contact that lives in Walt Disney, so they called you."

"What is John doing in Walt Disney?" Pocahantas wondered. "What happened to him? Is he okay?"

"He's suffering some sort of amnesia," Mulan said. "He's been in a shipwreck. I know you're not dating him anymore, but-"

"But I still care for him, he's my friend," Pocahantas said firmly. "Takeout's going to have to wait Meg."

"We're going with you," Meg said, grabbing her coat and her purse. "Come on Mulan."

"You guys are the best. I hope he's alright," Pocahantas said, tears starting to flood her eyes.

"He will be," Meg assured her and the three went outside to the car.


"This is great news!" Merida said, and tossed her arms around Odette. "Why didn't Jasmine tell us?"

"Because she didn't want to tell us she's aborting," Odette whispered.

"Jasmine's what?" Merida gasped.

"She's aborting the baby," Odette said, "Because she's not dating Tulio any more."

"What? The two of them fought or something?" Merida said. "That's no reason to just take away life from an innocent baby!"

"Tulio broke it off with her when he went sailing on The Scavenger," Odette said. "And she found out she was pregnant afterward."

"And she never told us. What is she doing right now?" Merida panicked.

"Going to the doctor's. Something about Tulio," Odette said. "I don't know. She told me nothing."

"God, how could she?" Merida said, grabbing her phone to dial. "Come on Odette, we need to find her before she does anything she regrets."

"Well, if Jasmine could have just not slept with him then she wouldn't be in trouble, now would she?" Odette said. "Why must she be so difficult? Hey Kuzco! Kuzco!" Kuzco walked to the door, where Odette and Merida were ready to leave.

"What is it now?" he asked. "No Merida, I will not be a target for your archery club."

"Not that," Merida said. "We're going to the hospital and we're taking your car."

"Hold up, you're not taking my car, take yours," Kuzco whined.

"Well then I guess you'll have to come with us if you don't want us to take your car," Odette said, catching on to Merida's words.

"You guys really suck," Kuzco said and grabbed his car keys. Odette and Merida smiled at each other and let their bratty housemate lead the way.

Another chapter out, wow this story's getting quite a few hits... a lot of views compared to my other stories. Surprising, because with my summary and title, I thought no one would want to read it. So I changed some stuff, if you notice. Till next time! Stay flamin'.