Hey! So bad news and good news. I'm going away for the rest of the week so I won't be updating for a little while. But early next week I promise chapter 8 will be up. Good news is, this chapter is extra long to make up for it!

I just wanted to thank AnimeFreak168 who told me about a story that was stealing my work. Basically the author had taken bits of my story and just put them in their own. Like, there's full sentences that I wrote. I'll be honest I was really upset about it, but since the author hasn't stolen any of my work in their last two chapters I'm not going to do anything about it. Although I will message them and tell them not to do it again. If they do, I will probably get super mad and demand they give me credit. But that doesn't really concern any of you, I just figured you might wanna know. And I know for a fact it isn't a coincidence. If you want to see for yourself the story is called I'm Not Born to Be Bad, I'm Born To Be Me or something like that. But please, don't criticize the author or anything, I'll talk to them myself.

Also someone asked if I would be changing the story line of this to be different from the movie in later chapters, but no I will not be. The only thing different from the movie will be the parts we don't see that Carlos is in and his thoughts and everything. It'll be as close to the movie as possible.

Thank you for reviewing, I love hearing from you guys, so please keep it up! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

The four arrived at the museum fairly quickly, managing to find it without a problem (which surprised Carlos, to say the least). It was late, probably around midnight, when they snuck out of Auradon Prep. All of the other dorms had been silent and no students remained wondering around outside on the grounds. It seemed like they were the only four people alive in the world, which was unusual because the Isle of the Lost was always buzzing at night. Most villains preferred to stay out at night, rather than complete their business during the day.

Carlos followed slightly behind the others as they turned the corner around the building. So they found the museum, but where exactly was the wand inside the museum?

"Check your mirror," Mal told Evie, thinking the same thing as Carlos.

"Why? Is my mascara smudged?" Evie asked worriedly.

"Yeah," Mal told her sarcastically as she checked to see if the coast was clear, "And hey, while you're at it why don't you try to find us the wand."

"Sorry," Evie said pulling it out looking into the mirror, "This way,"

She quickly turned toward one of the back entrances and ran, leading the others along with her. Once they reached the door, the four peered through the windows trying to get a better look at what was inside.

The first thing Carlos noticed was the security guard. It wasn't even a big problem, there was only one guard. They had dealt with more dangerous people than museum night guards before. Then looking closer, Carlos saw the guard looking at a series of screens laid out before him, each one focusing in on a certain artifact that must have been in the museum somewhere. Carlos' breath was nearly taken away. There were so many valuable items in this museum, the mad hatter's hat, King Triton's triton, the beast's enchanted rose, Cinderella's glass slipper, and even the infamous Genie lamp.

When he saw the lamp he immediately thought of the boy standing beside him. Jay's father had searched all his life for that lamp, and had almost gotten it too, if it wasn't for the fact a certain poor boy named Aladdin tricked him and stole it from him. Even though Jafar knew Aladdin's genie was free and that lamp was now useless, he still searched for any lamp that could possible hold another. Then as soon as Jay was old enough to walk, he taught him to search for lamps or anything that could possibly make his father rich and powerful. So Jay took up stealing, trying to please his father and find him anything he could that would make him happy. But Jafar was never happy, because Jay never brought him a stupid magic lamp.

There had been times where Jay would climb through the window of Carlos' room in the middle of the night. Without saying anything, he would just silently crawl into his bed and lay with him, hoping to not wake him up. Jay didn't know that every time he snuck in, Carlos was awake. Jay didn't know that all Carlos wanted to do was turn over and face Jay, and cuddle him until he could never be sad again. Of course, that never happened though. Carlos would just remain silent as Jay held him, hoping that maybe just being with him would help. Jay only ever came to him when it had been an especially bad day with his father, and Carlos was always too scared to speak up and ask what happened. So instead he would allow sleep to take over, and every morning when Carlos woke, Jay would be gone, leaving a pang of sadness clawing at his heart.

The security guard turned in his chair, facing the door and all four teens ducked aside to remain unseen. Once they figured the guard was facing away again, they carefully peered through the windows again. That was when Carlos noticed the artifact on display in the center of the room. The sign read, "Maleficent's Spinning Wheel".

If Carlos was being completely honest, it wasn't anything exciting. It was old and the wood was cracked. It looked like any other spinning wheel in the world, just ten times more basic. No one would ever believe that Maleficent created such an embarrassing thing.

"That's," Jay started, laughing. "Your mother's spinning wheel?"

Carlos joined him, laughing at the pathetic thing, "Yeah, kinda dorky."

"It's magic," Mal said, defensively. "It doesn't have to look scary."

She shook her head pulling out her mother's spell book which she had tucked away in her jacket. Opening it up and quickly finding the right spell, she read it aloud, aiming it at the guard. "Magic spindle, do not linger. Make my victim prick a finger."

The guard seemed to zone out, leaning back in his chair, but other than that he did nothing. He was just frozen sitting there with his eyes unfocused.

"Impressive," Jay said sarcastically.

"I got chills," Carlos added, glancing at him, holding up his arm for affect. He grinned when he saw Jay chuckle at his comment.

"Okay, you know what?" Mal said, getting frustrated with their teasing. She glanced at the guard again and read the next spell, "Prick the finger, prick it deep, send my enemy off to sleep."

This time the guard stood from his seat, almost like a zombie, making his way over to the spinning wheel. He pricked his finger on the spindle then with a zap from the tip, he immediately showed signs of exhaustion. He curled up on the podium the spinning wheel was displayed on and soon enough the guard was fast asleep. Mal grinned at her work.

"Not so dorky now, huh?" she said to the boys, smirking. She grabbed the door prepared to open it confidently, but soon discovered it was locked. Carlos held back a laugh at her as she jiggled the door, trying to get it to open.

"Stand. Back," Jay told them smirking, as he backed away from the door, ready to kick it open with ease. Carlos had no doubt he could either, he had kicked open hundreds of locked rooms on the Isle, but Mal, still annoyed with the boys probably, took the matter into her own hands.

"Make it east, make it quick, open up without a kick," Mal recited from the book. At the exact minute Jay leapt to kick the door, it opened itself due to Mal's spell. Jay ended up falling right on his butt, embarrassing himself in front of the other three. Evie and Mal laughed as they walked by him, Mal nudging his back with her foot as he sat up.

"You coming?" She teased.

Okay, that wasn't necessary, Carlos though shaking his head. He and Jay finished teasing her after the security guard was asleep, and Mal had shown them up with her spell book. She didn't need to embarrass Jay. He rushed forward to help Jay.

"Come on, Jay," He said trying to help him up.

Jay pushed him off, stumbling to his feet, trying to play it off like he didn't need anyone's help. "I'm good."

"Just trying to help," Carlos mumbled as Jay followed after the girls.

Mal let out a quiet "shh" as she went around the guard, signaling for the others to be just as quiet. Evie and Jay made it around fine, looking around at the artifacts lining the room. As Carlos passed, the guard shifted in his sleep. Carlos let out a gasp and froze.

"Carlos!" Mal whisper-called.

"Coming!" Carlos replied, carefully tip-toeing around the guard and breaking into a run once he made it past him.

Evie ran through several corridors, leading the others in what was, hopefully, the right direction. Carlos struggled to keep up, keeping his eyes on Jay's back, hoping not to lose them, as they all weaved their way around corners.

"So close," Evie said as she turned again. "Upstairs," She said already starting up them.

Mal stopped ushering the boys to hurry up, "Go, go, go," before she followed after them. Carlos was grateful, at least now he knew that no one would be left behind if Mal was in the back. She wanted to find the wand the most; there was no way she would get lost or fall behind. They made it to the second floor landing, and Evie was running at full speed once again, leading them through a dark hallway. She slowed down once she noticed what was in the room they were running past. Carlos looked as well, wondering why she had stopped. When he saw the displays he understood.

This was the Hall of Villains. Before them was four extremely life-like wax figures of their parents, except maybe a little younger than they were now. The four teenagers carefully walked forward towards the statues.

"Mommy?" Evie quietly whispered, looking up at her mother's statue.

"Killer," Jay said, looking almost broken. If Carlos wasn't so focused on his own mother's statue, he would have been staring at Jay, wondering what else Jafar must have done to him for his own son to call him a killer.

But Carlos wasn't looking at Jay. He was staring straight into his mother's eyes. Her statue's hand was extended as if she was reaching out to grab Carlos, and it looked so real Carlos shivered.

"I'll never forget mother's day again," He muttered, remembering how angry Cruella was with him.

That was the first day she had ever physically abused him. She had reached out, just like her statue, and thrown Carlos to the ground, kicking him more than a few times. It was hard to focus on anything but the pain that day, but Carlos vaguely remembered his mother yelling, "Bad dog," at him over and over again. It was not a day Carlos liked to remember.

"Well, wand's not here," Jay said, shaking his head and faking a smirk, "Let's bounce." After noticing none of his friends even flinched at his words he said, "Let's go."

Carlos reluctantly tore his eyes away from the statue and followed after Jay, glancing back only once more. Jay led him and Evie through a different hallway, running again to where the wand would hopefully be.

"Wait, where's Mal?" Evie asked glancing back, noticing the other girl's absence. "Hold on."

Evie disappeared back down the hallway to retrieve Mal. Carlos had no problem with waiting for them, but Jay seemed to have other ideas.

"Come on, we'll find it ourselves," He said nudging Carlos and setting off once again. Carlos wanted to call after him to wait, but he didn't really see any problem with them going to find it themselves. So he quickly followed after Jay, hopeful that the taller boy wouldn't get them both lost in the museum.

The wandered around for quite a while, and Carlos assumed they were lost. Without Evie's mirror, how were they supposed to find it? Jay seemed just as defeated and looked as if he was about to give up, but Carlos then glanced around the room they were in, noticing a sign behind them they must have missed.

"Jay, look!" Carlos said pointing. The sign read "The History of Fairy Magic" with an arrow that pointed to a room that had an eerie blue glow to it.

Jay grinned at Carlos (which definitely did not make Carlos' stomach flutter. It didn't) and ran forward into the room. Before them was a circular room and what was in the center was exactly what they were looking for.

There was a ray of blue light leading downward through a hole in the floor, showing the first level beneath them. Suspended in mid-air below them was none other than Fairy Godmother's magic wand. Carlos' face split into a wide grin. He found it.

"Evie! We found it!" Jay called from where they entered.

Evie quickly appeared through the entrance opposite of them, looking confused. "No, I found it using the mirror," she told them looking across the room at them.

Jay looked as if he was about to protest, but Carlos interrupted before they could begin to argue, "Look it doesn't matter. We found it, and it's here. Wait- where's Mal? I thought you went to get her, Evie."

Evie looked back from the way she came, furrowing her eye brows. "I thought she followed me out, she was just staring at Maleficent's statue in the Hall of Villains. Let's go tell her we found it."

She ran out the room again, motioning the boys to follow her this time. As they ran back towards where they left Mal, Carlos mentally noted the way they were going so they'd be able to find the wand again. Evie ran ahead of them as Jay fell into stride with Carlos. Carlos remained looking down, but felt a small nudge on his side and looked up to see Jay grinning at him.

"Nice job finding it," the taller boy said looking down at him.

Carlos suddenly felt rather exposed in front of Jay, with him towering over him, with their sides practically rubbing against each other. He felt his face heat up at the sudden praise Jay gave him.

"Well, I- I didn't really- I mean I just- I mean I saw the sign and- I just- It was there," Carlos stuttered out. Jay chuckled,

"Whatever man, no matter what Evie believes, you still found it."

Carlos was about to protest again, but then he noticed Evie and Mal running towards them. Huh, they must have slowed down as they talked and Evie ran ahead to get her. Noticing them as well, Jay turned around and began running back towards the Fairy Magic wing with Carlos close at his heels.

Once they were back, Carlos leaned over the balcony with the others, staring down at the wand.

"There it is," Evie said, a little breathless from running. They all exchanged smiles. They found it. The wand was right in front of them.

Jay let out a whoop and left the balcony running for the stairwell across the room. Carlos followed quickly after him, pulling open the half-closed gate that led to the hallway for the girls. They all quickly ran downstairs into the small room, lit faintly with the glow from the beam that kept the wand suspended in midair. Carlos grinned up at it, beyond happy they found it. The wand itself was beautiful as well, and so detailed he could probably spend hours examining it. But they didn't have time for that.

He glanced across the beam, staring at Jay from the other side. His face fell a little. He knew that look all too well. It was the look Jay got when he was about to steal something big. Only, most of the time Carlos was there to watch him crash and burn and he got a feeling in his stomach that this time was no different.

Jay was about to duck under the bar that separated the wand display when Mal cried,

"Jay, don't!"

He only smirked at her. Carlos knew she couldn't stop him, and Carlos himself was too frozen to even try. Jay ducked under and reached out his hand, ready to grab the wand.

"Wait, no! No, don't!" Mal protested.

As soon as Jay's had made contact with the seemingly transparent beam, he was shocked and sent flying backwards over the beam and onto his back. Sirens began wailing loudly, no doubt awakening the security guard. Carlos clamped his hands over his ears, trying to block out the sound.

"A force field and a siren?" He shouted over the loud noise.

Jay, trying to shake the force of the blow and get up said, "That's just a little excessive."

"Let's go!" Mal shouted, no wanting to get caught. Carlos and Evie set off after her, Carlos glancing back once more to make sure Jay was alright and following too.

Taking the opposite stairwell from which they first took, the four ran as fast as they could back to the original room where the security guard was. Carlos didn't doubt that he wasn't still there though.

They managed to make it there and were almost out when Carlos heard the phone ringing. He knew immediately it must be someone calling to find out why the siren went off. As the other three ran by it, he stopped and quickly picked up the phone, hoping to keep them from getting caught.

"Hello?" Carlos answered.

"What's going on? Has there been a break in? Why are the sirens going off?" The man on the other end continued shooting questions over the phone. Carlos assumed it must have been some kind of branch or security or something that had been alerted when the sirens went off.

"Uh, um, just give me one second," Carlos told the man on the phone. He glanced around the desk before him, noticing a control panel and clipboard before him. Carlos had seen hundreds of security panels like this (after helping Jay with his break-ins, it was really just mussel memory) and punched in a quick code to stop the sirens. Carlos glanced up at the siren speakers on the ceiling after they stopped abruptly, sighing in relief.

"I just got an alert, they turned off. What is the situation? Has anything been stolen?" the man said.

Speaking into the phone, trying to explain the situation Carlos said, "Uh, yeah, yeah, no, false alarm." Carlos glanced at the clipboard before him, "It was a malfunction in the, uh, LM 714 chip in the breadboard circuit."

The man seemed relieved, "Thank goodness, we're all relieved to hear that."

Carlos wasn't sure who "we" was but he decided to play it off and act friendly, laughing lightly he said, "Yeah, okay, say hi to the missus." Carlos then hung up the phone, sighing and walking out the door.

"Carlos!" Mal called from outside, willing him to hurry up.

Carlos raised his arms, exasperated, "You're welcome."

He shook his head and trotted out the door to follow the others, just as the security guard re-entered the room. Once he was outside, he broke into a full run, noticing how fast the other three were moving.

"Way to go, Jay," Mal told him sarcastically, running, "Now we have to go to school tomorrow."

If Carlos was being honest he was extremely angry at Jay too. He ruined their one chance to get the wand. But unlike Mal, he wasn't going to pester him about everything he did wrong for two hours straight. It was fine. Right? They just had to find a different way to get the wand. Easy-peasy. No problem. Carlos shook his head as he caught up with Mal, Evie, and Jay. Even if he told himself these things, it didn't mean they were true.