Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
A Disney Fairies / Once Upon A Time Crossover
Season 1, Episode 13, Chapter 3


THE ENCHANTED FOREST

Prince James stared at the attractive female figure that stood before him. This was the monster responsible for the deaths of so many. A siren. A creature of magic that took the form of a seductress who wooed men to their deaths with promises of love and passion.

"What's your name," the deceitful creature asked. "Would you like to know mine? Because I can be anyone you want me to be."

Prince James was not fooled. This was how she killed. The siren took the form of whatever dream woman the man wanted with the offer of a satisfying love life. When the men gave in to her wiles she would drag them to their deaths, the victims fully entranced.

She approached him, but he held her at the point of his broadsword. "I know what you are and I will not fall prey to your deceptions," he warned her, refusing to give in to her empty promises.

The siren poured water from the lake over herself and in an instant she took the appearance of Snow White.

"Like me now, Charming?" she asked him.

This struck him to his core. Snow White had declared she did not love him anymore. It left him with a hole in his heart. And now here was this apparition willing to give him the love that had been denied him.

"Everything you want but cannot have I can give you," she teased him. "All you have to do is kiss me."

James tried to resist, to remember this was all an illusion but the possibilities were so tantalizing that he gave in, allowed himself to be drawn into the lake and kissed the woman. But something about it did not feel right and he pushed her back. The siren was not so easily dissuaded. She continued to woo and coerce him. She teased and kissed him offering to end his heartbreak if only he would accept her as the woman he loved so deeply. As James' resistance to the enchantress slipped, the grip on his sword failed him and it dropped into the shallows.

To try and seal the enchantment she kissed him again. James was tempted to have this woman. To win the love of Snow White. He very nearly succumbed, then he remembered who she really was.

"This isn't real love," he told the malicious siren. "I've known real love and this isn't it. I don't want an illusion, I want reality. You've failed."

"Congratulations, Prince Charming," she told him with a wicked smile. "You're the first."

The siren lunged knocking the prince into the water. If she couldn't entrance him to his death she would do so with brute force. The siren dragged him down to the depths of the lake where he would drown. With no weapon he shook her off and tried to swim back to the surface for air. The siren's magic was powerful and she commanded the plants of the lake to reach up and take hold of him, preventing James from getting the precious air he needed to survive.

All seemed lost. The siren approached him, ready to continue to seduce him until death. Charming, though, noticed that among the dead bodies that littered the lakebed was a dagger. He slowly let his arm go limp as if giving into his fate. She took him in her arms, but before she could take the life from him he struck. The dagger plunged deep into her chest, her blood turning the water around her into a wispy red cloud.

He cut the plant stem which was holding down. He looked back at the image of his love, Snow White. It changed back to the siren and then turned into a floating corpse. James sprang from the waters, gasping for breath. When he got to the shore he filled the water skin and started on his way back to where Princess Abigail waited anxiously for him.


~O~

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

That same afternoon Emma was clearing the leaves from her police cruiser. She was still trying to process the odd visit to the well with August W. Booth. Why he chose that place and why he seemed to have a need to relate that strange myth about the well and about water in general was still a mystery to her. August claimed to be a writer who had come to town seeking inspiration. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't telling her something.

Emma's foot knocked into something, breaking her out of her thoughts. Next to the curb, hidden under a pile of leaves was some kind of box. She picked it up out of the water flowing to a storm drain and discovered it was the strong box that Henry kept his book in. She opened it. Miraculously the book was still inside and it was in great condition. She decided to return it to her son whom she knew would be anxious to get it back.

~O~

From the opposite side of the street, hidden from view was August. He was carefully watching to make sure she found the book. His first task was done. Now he only had to wait. Mr. Booth was hoping that Emma would put two and two together. She drank from a well which he told her would restore something lost and then she found something that had been missing.

He took Emma Swan for a diehard skeptic. It was obvious she never took strangers at their word. She required quantifiable evidence before she would be willing to believe in anything or trust anyone. "Faith" was simply not part of her vocabulary.

His mission in Storybrooke then, was to get Emma to make that leap of faith. The well was the first step towards that goal. Returning the book was the second.

~O~

Kathryn Nolan visited Regina at the mayor's office. She came to apologize. Yesterday she had been blindsided by both David's confession and Regina's revelation. Overwhelmed, she lost control and lashed out at her friend.

Mrs. Nolan then told Regina that she came to realize that she and David were never really in love. To prove her point Kathryn showed Regina one of the photos from yesterday.

"See how he looks at her?" she said, referring to a picture of David and Mary Margaret staring into each other's eyes. "He's never looked at me the same way," Kathryn painfully admitted, not even before the accident that took him away from her for so long.

Regina advised her that relationships take work and shouldn't be abandoned because of a rough patch. Kathryn responded by asking if Regina had ever been in love. The mayor answered that yes, she had been once.

"You're lucky. What they have is real and it's true," she said while staring at the photograph. "I've just been fooling myself all this time and I never realized it until I saw the real thing. This is what I want for me and I'm going to find it."

Kathryn had decided to stick to her plan and leave for Boston, but alone. She confessed to writing a letter to David explaining everything. She even encouraged David to be with Mary Margaret in that letter.

This startled Regina. Her entire plan to keep Prince Charming and Snow White from their happy ending was coming apart at the seams. Of course, she couldn't mention this to anyone else. No one would know what she was talking about. Well, Mr. Gold would know, but he wouldn't care. In fact, Rumpelstiltskin might even try to get involved just to undermine Regina if he ever found out.

Or maybe he already did.

Mrs. Nolan gave her friend a hug, tearfully saying she would miss her. Kathryn felt as if some irrational fear had been keeping her from leaving Storybrooke in the past. Today, though, she felt emboldened to push forward and start a new life and seek her happiness. Her true happiness.

Regina decided to roll with the punches, at least superficially. "Maybe this is what you need," she told Kathryn. "I hope you find just what you're looking for."

As soon as Mrs. Nolan left the office Regina began to think of how she was going to stop David and Mary Margaret from getting back together again. Then she remembered something that Kathryn had told her in passing. She had left David a letter. That letter was her first priority.


~O~

PIXIE HOLLOW, NEVER LAND (The Late Victorian Era)

Here it was half buried in the sand, a shiny pocket compass. Terence had been helping Tinker Bell build the Fall Scepter for the Autumn Revelry, but one of her tools snapped. The blonde dust keeper came here to the cove where lost things washed up on the shores of Never Land Island. Inside of the pocket compass was a needle with a sharp, pointed tip. This was just what she needed to finish the scepter.

He felt so relieved to find exactly what he needed exactly when he needed it that the thought never dawned on him that perhaps someone else had put this here. That someone was Rumpelstiltskin who waited for the right moment before materializing it half buried in the sand. Terence just chalked it up to good fortune.

Later, back at Tink's house that sense of good fortune turned decidedly bad when the pocket compass fell over and broke the scepter. Tinker Bell had set the entire incident in motion, but she refused to take responsibility. Instead she erupted into one of her tirades which ultimately drove the boy out of her house in a huff.

"You brought this thing here, Terence. You broke the scepter" she scolded, shuffling blame onto the innocent boy. "This is all your fault!"

In her arrogance fueled rage Tinker Bell kicked the compass and with a flick of the lock the lid popped open and smashed the precious moonstone to bits. Unfortunately, as she learned later that day, it was the only moonstone known to exist. If Tinker Bell couldn't find a solution quickly all of Pixie Hollow would suffer.

That solution arrived in the form of a story that Lyria, the most talented storyteller talent in Pixie Hollow, vividly recreated for her audience at the Fairy Tale Theater that evening. Mixing story, song and images created with pixie dust Lyria told the story of an amazing fairy artifact from Pixie Hollow known as the Enchanted Mirror of Incanta. It had the power to grant any three wishes the heart desired. Two of those wishes had been used, but a third remained.

That mirror, unfortunately, was no longer in the possession of the fairies. Ages ago a band of pirates captured something most precious: a fairy. From their captive they learned of the location of Pixie Hollow and took both the treasury and with it the fabled mirror. The pirate ship eventually ran aground on an island somewhere north of Never Land where it remained to this day. However, no one knew the exact location of this island. As for the stranded pirate ship and mirror, the only clues to their location were a stone arch and a troll bridge, which Tink mistook for "toll bridge" thanks to the music briefly drowning out the actress.

If this mirror existed then it was the answer to Tinker Bell's problems. Fairy Mary, Tink's immediate supervisor, confirmed that the stories told in Fairy Tale Theater were all very true. Upon learning of this Tink snuck out in the middle of the act and began to form a plan of action. She had had to find that magic mirror, lost or not. The little tinker fairy had tried every other possible means of restoring the moonstone and each attempt failed miserably. She was desperate. This was now her only way of making things right.

~O~

At the end of the performance the audience rose with thunderous applause. The show was a triumph. A massive success. Lyria, a slender fairy with blonde hair and dressed in white retreated to her dressing room. Here, slumped and asleep in the dressing room chair was another slender fairy with blonde hair and dressed in white.

This slumbering fairy was Lyria. The real Lyria. The person who so expertly put on the show was Rumpelstiltskin. He had taken her form and put the storytelling talent to sleep just so that he could tell the legend of the mirror. It was necessary for Tinker Bell to hear that legend because he knew she would try to find it.

The Dark One woke the real Lyria, but erased her memory of him or being asleep. Instead all she remembered was delivering a bravura performance. One of her very best.

"That was some show you put on," Jefferson remarked. He wasn't always privy to most of Rumpel's activities when they travelled through the realms, but The Dark One wanted him nearby this time. It was almost as if he wanted an audience. Or a chronicler. "One question, how did you know where to find that mirror?"

"How?" Rumpel asked with an impish giggle. "Because I put it there, a very long time ago."


~O~

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

"Penny, I need your help," Tina explained to her friend. Tina had gone to Penny's house allegedly to study and do homework. In fact she was here to ask her friend for a favor. "You have to promise not to tell anyone."

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" Penny asked. The younger girl figured that Tina's insistence on doing this quietly was related to something utterly benign, like a family birthday. She was completely shocked when Tina explained the truth of the situation.

"Morning sickness?" Penny gasped. "But, if you have morning sickness that means you would be pregnant. And if you're pregnant then that means… THAT MEANS YOU HAD SEX?!"

Tina was not proud to admit this fact. Had she been confronted by Penny about this a few weeks earlier that sentiment would have been very different. Tina thought she had embarked on a path towards maturity and womanhood. She had seen sexual relations as a means to emancipation from perennially being the child of the house. That with it would come the respect and dignity to which Tina thought she was entitled. Now she was faced with the potential burdens of a child. All she wanted was to no longer be thought of as the baby of the house but when the idea was first proposed that she might be having a baby of her own Tina's first thought was that she was just a child herself.

Tina sighed and had to make the admission. "Yes."

Penny's eyes went wide with wonder. "Who…?"

"Clarence."

"Clarence?!" Penny replied incredulously. "Clarence?! The mailman?! Really?!"

Tina nodded.

"Well he is kind of cute! I guess the mailman really does ring twice," she joked. Tina didn't laugh. Penny didn't notice just how uncomfortable she was making her friend and continued. "Okay, now be honest with me… on a scale of one to five, how was he?"

"WHAT!?"

Penny slapped her forehead, then began babbling excitedly. "Oh well if he's that cute he must have been good. Really, really good. I mean totally mind blowing good. So was there like a lot of moaning? Did you call out his name over and over again? Not someone else's, I hope. That's just rude. OH! OH! Maybe you two were all screaming like banshees and then you dug your fingernails into his back. Did you ask for more, afterwards? You did ask for more, right? Or maybe he fell asleep? Ooh that would be bad if he fell asleep. Maybe you fell asleep. Maybe you both feel asleep? Wait, he didn't ask you to do anything nasty, did he? Because if he did I would just throw him his pants and toss him to the sidewalk. 'That's not something I do, buster. Take that nasty mind of yours somewhere else,' I would tell him…"

"Huh!? Wait. Wait. Wait. Why do you need to know so badly?" Tina asked, confused. Here she was possibly pregnant and Penny was acting irrationally excited about the subject.

"I've always wondered what it would be like," Penny remarked. "Some of my internet friends have said it's amazing, while a few say it's not all that it's cracked up to be. But I don't know if any of them have actually done it or not. They could be lying. But you, you've actually experienced the real thing. You know what it's like. You can tell me everything. So, was it great? Did you see fireworks? Did the earth shake? Was it fun?"

"What is wrong with you?!" Tina screeched. "I'm the one in distress, remember?"

"Right. Right. Sorry. Sometimes I can get so excited about something new," Penny explained enthusiastically. "You should see me around computers. When Intel announced the 22 nanometer Ivy Bridge Core i-series processors to replace the 32 nanometer Sandy Bridge Core i-series processors I got so freaked you had to peel me off the ceiling."

"Oka-ay. That's more than I needed to know," Tina muttered under her breath.

Penny then began analyzing the situation. "So, morning sickness. Um… are you sure it's morning sickness? I mean, do you even know if you're pregnant?"

"No. I don't," Tina replied. "That's why I need your help. I can't buy a pregnancy test without it coming back to my mother. Can you get it for me? Through the internet or something?"

"I know someone who can get it for you right now and your mom will be none the wiser," Penny replied. "C'mon, let's go. I'll call her one the way and we can meet her across the street from the pharmacy."

The slim girl grabbed her jacket and backpack on the way out the door. Then she began jabbering excitedly again as if hopped up on coffee and NoDoz at the same time. "I can't believe it. You actually had sex. That is so! Freaking! Awesome! So was it just straight up sex or did you try any weird or funky positions? What about edible underwear? Oh, did you use some of that gel they advertise on television to improve the sensation? What about porn? Did you watch any porn? Some say that helps."

"PHARMACY!" Tina yelled.

"Oh right. Sorry. What am I thinking? But it was great, wasn't it? Tell me it was great!" Penny pleaded.

"Penny, you aren't thinking about doing it yourself, are you?"

"No, of course, not," she replied, sounding offended. "But I'm a sponge for knowledge and this definitive bit of information has eluded me for over two years."

Tina sighed. "Yeah, it was great. Can we go now?"

"I KNEW IT!" Penny shrieked. "Take that FussyPants1138. And you said it was boring. HA!"

Tina asked as she slipped on her jacket, "Who is FussyPants1138? One of your internet pals?"

"Yeah. Sort of. She's always telling me sex is empty and pointless," Penny replied. "But she's also a Goth-Nihilist, so everything is empty and pointless to her."

"Interesting… Can we go to the pharmacy now?"

"Yes! To the pharmacy!" Penny declared. "So does Clarence have any distinguishing marks, like a mole or a birthmark?"

"Ugh."


Note: The Sandy Bridge and Ivy Bridge processors are types of micro-architecture that were used in the making of Core i3, Core i5 and Core i7 processors found in PC's and laptops. The Ivy Bridge based CPU's were replaced by Haswell based CPU's and the Haswell based CPU's have since been replaced by the Broadwell based CPU. Broadwell is the current micro-architecture Intel is manufacturing according to Wikipedia.

If your brain hurts after reading that, well don't worry about it. There won't be a test or anything.