Hey! I'm back, first off, thanks for all the favourites, follows and reviews including the guests. They mean a lot. Secondly see chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on!

Also Cruella's mentioned fate happened at the end of 101 Dalmatians 2 and there's a line from the song in there.

"Maleficent, darling, are you sure you don't want to come out with us?" Queenie asked standing in the doorway of her ally's castle. Evie was by her side, dressed in fabulous clothing which had all been hand-made her own mother. You learned to be resourceful when you basically had nothing.

Maleficent had her arms folded. "No, of course I don't." She said in her usual blunt manner. "Why on earth would I want to go shopping?"

"Well, I was hoping that after nearly three year my wonderful sense of fashion might have actually rubbed off on you, but now I realise that Im never going to get you to wear anything except black and purple, am I?"

"Says the woman who usually dresses in black and blue."

"It reminds me of the couler of a bruise." The queen said, smirking. "And you know how much I love causing bruises."

"Mmm. Well, no matter because myself and Mal are spending today practicing evil."

The Evil Queen was generally surprised by that. "Practicing evil? Are you sure she's not just a touch too young for that? She's three, has her magic even come in yet?"

"Oh no, magic doesn't come in until about…8? Maybe 10? Between the ages of 8 and 10, depends on the child." Maleficent explained.

"Right. So, what exactly are you practicing if it's not anything to do with magic?"

"Evil laughing, obviously." Maleficent snapped. "Queenie, have you ever met a villain who doesn't have an evil laugh?"

"Mmm. True…"

"So that's what we're practicing, so good bye! Have an evil time at the shopping…thing." The door to Maleficent's castle slammed shut.

Queenie sighed before smiling down at her daughter, who was now two. "Should we go and get you some more pretty clothes then, Evie?" The girl nodded.

They had no money on the island, so everything worked as exchanging. Queenie already had some vials of potions ready to exchange.

Prince John ran the fashion store, well; it was less of a store and more of a market really.

"Ah, Grimheilde! How nasty to see you again, and Princess Evie as well of course."

"Yes lovely. Just lead me to the exclusive bit." Queenie said having no time for pleasantries.

"Do you have my vile?"

"Here, one vile of food-preservation potion. Now lead me to the clothes before I give you a potion that's a little more threatening." Queenie snapped.

John bowed. "Of course, of course. Oh you're going to love our new clothes, Lady Tremaine exchanged a bunch yesterday and you know her fashion sense."

"Wonderful which table are they on?"

"Six."

"And the children's clothes?"

"Table two. Have fun!"

Queenie smiled as she looked around the gloomy place and grabbing Evie by the hand led her of, looking around at who else was there. This was an exclusive part of Prince John's store that only five people had access to.

Lady Tremaine was one; her daughters had been allowed as well until they'd had a fight over a scarf and sent a whole table of clothes on the floor. Jafar was another, although he wasn't there at this minute. Captain Hook was skulking around at the back, picking up an old but posh coat and admiring it like it was gold. He threw it at Smee, who technically wasn't meant to be there but was assisting him, and it landed on top of the 20 other clothes Smee was carrying. There was one other person who was allowed in here, though the name temporarily escaped her.

This, the queen thought as Smee banged into a clothes rack, was why she didn't have henchmen. They were so incompetent. If you wanted something done properly it was easier to do it yourself, as she'd learned through the business with the huntsman.

After getting a few clothes for Evie, there were only two that lived up to the Queens expectations a hat, for winter and a dress for summer, she dragged her daughter over to the furs section. Normally she wasn't a fan of furs, they were heavy and frankly unsuitable for 9 months of the year, but winter was coming up and she didn't fancy freezing.

She was so busy striding purposely that she didn't notice the other women until they collided.

"Oh!" Queeny screeched, grabbing her nose. "Who DARED to collide with me!?"

"…You're Grimheild aren't you?"

The queen looked up to see a black women wearing black and white standing in front of her, her teeth had cut her front lip, but she didn't seem to notice or care.

The queen nodded. "Yes I am, and who are you?"

"I'm Cruella Deville."

Cruella Deville. The name was ringing a bell…then it came to her. 'Cruella Deville, Cruella Deville, if she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will…'

"Oh, Cruella Deville! Yes, you're the one that had a song written about you, right?" To be honest Queenie was impressed, not any of the villains had songs written about them.

"That's right. Say, aren't you the women that was outsmarted by 7 dwarfs?" Cruella said, smiling unnervingly.

Queenie frowned, so that was how she wanted to play it was it… "Say, aren't you the one who was outsmarted by dogs?" She said, sweetly.

That hit the nail all right, Cruella immediately straightened up and all pretence at being 'nice' went out the window. "There were 99 of the wretched creatures."

"Doesn't change the fact that they're still…dogs."

"Hey, I kidnapped 84 of those dalmatians before being taken down!"

"Er, hate to break it to you, but you brought 84 of those dogs. Not quite the same thing."

"Ooh!" The women stamped her foot. "You idiot! You really think I could just go and buy 84 dogs without anyone getting suspicious? Yes, I brought some of them at first, but I stole loads more of those puppies before the Radcliffe's. Plus you have no idea how many animals I have skinned, not all dogs as well. After all, momma needs to keep her looks fresh." Cruella smiled, before patting the fur coat she was wearing.

"Talking of momma, who's this little cutie?" Queenie asked, catching sight of the child in his pram behind Cruella.

"Oh. That's Carlos, he's my son. He's one."

"This is Evie, she's my daughter, and she's two."

"Lovely…now." Cruella reached under the piles of clothes and dragged out a moth-eaten white furry coat. "Oh, no!"

"What?"

"Why re all the furs on this island horrible!? I'm a billionaire, well I was. Most of my money was used to keep me in that mental home. Anyway, that doesn't change the fact that I am Cruella Deville and I should have the best of everything!"

"Er…who are you talking to?" Queenie asked, feeling a bit unsettled.

"Oh, just ignore me. I sometimes do that."

Queenie found herself smiling. As well as generally admiring Cruella, because let's face it someone who'd got her worst enemies to write a song about her was a pretty big deal, she found herself liking this women's extremely good taste. "You know, Cruella, I could whip up a potion that's get these furs to not look like something the cat threw up."

"You'd do that? For me?" Cruella raised her eyebrow. "What's the catch?"

"One, I give you the potion, you give me that fur and let me keep it. Second, you come back with me to Maleficent's castle…"

"Maleficent!?" Cruella looked shocked. "You know Maleficent?"

"Of course, darling. I'm the first original villain, she's the most evil, and we're tight allies."

Cruella paused, considered then. "What do you want me to meet her for?"

Queenie paused, she wasn't quite sure herself. "I…just think you should."

The black and white women paused again before shrugging and handing Queenie the coat. "Sure, my life can't get any worse."