Hello, Readers! Thank you so much for your patience as I continue writing. This type of story is out of my comfort zone, I'll confess. But the idea sounded really great in my head, and I truly appreciate everyone reading and reviewing the story for me! Please continue leaving comments, that is what helps me to keep writing!

Legal mumbo jumbo time: I do not own anything that is part of Walt Disney World, just my OC characters.


Chapter 7 – What are Brothers for?

As the two continued walking through the woods, Flynn was babbling about the other worlds of Disney being connected, and the treasures he "collected" from each one. Maggie, however, was silent. Soon enough the thief became silent as well. Why didn't Flynn remember her? Even though everything happened so quickly, Maggie will never forget it. She thought back to the orphanage. Shadowman took her book and her best friend. She had never felt more scared and alone.

"With this book, everything is going to be different!" Shadowman's cold voice echoed in her mind, sending chills through her body.

"Let's see…" Maggie thought to herself. "As soon as Shadowman had the book, he disappeared. Rapunzel and Flynn disappeared, too. Could it have something to do with the book being gone?"

Meanwhile, Flynn couldn't keep the thought of a valuable, priceless artifact out of his mind. "I wonder how big it is," the thief thought to himself. He glanced down at his hands and made them into fists, his eyes widening with excitement. "I'll bet it's the size of both fists combined! I'll be so rich!" He glanced over towards the orphan girl, who was fiddling with her fingers…why did she look so familiar? She looked at him with a sweet smile, her big blue eyes locking onto his. Flynn looked away quickly. "No!" he scolded himself, "This is no time to play nice. You have a job to do. Find the valuable treasure, steal it, and leave." Out of the corner of his eye, Flynn observed the girl again. He tried being sociable, but she didn't say a word. She didn't even look like she was from here. He had seen many brunettes in his life, but none that dressed like she did. What world was she from?

"So," Flynn finally said, after clearing his throat a few times, "When you said I 'disappeared'…" he put air quotes around the last word. "What did you mean exactly?" Maggie didn't answer. Flynn cleared his throat again after the awkward pause. "So, where do you…?"

"Where do I live?" Maggie asked. Flynn could only nod. Maggie stopped walking and leaned against a tree. "I guess I should tell you. I'm—I'm not from here."

Flynn pointed at her outfit. "No kidding."

"No, I'm serious! I'm…I'm from another world."

Flynn blinked a few times. There was silence. "Okay, by 'another world'…are we talking about the ones here?"

The orphan bit her lip, and then shook her head. "Come on, let's keep walking."

"What is she hiding?" Flynn wondered. Determined to know, he stepped in front of her. "Oh no, kiddo," Flynn objected. "You're hiding something. Believe me, I'm a thief. I know how to hide things."

"I know." Maggie said confidently.

This threw Flynn off completely. "You…know?"

Maggie sighed. "You know how you said all your worlds are connected, right?" It was the thief's turn to nod. "Well, the worlds here are kind of connected to my world. You're…" she hesitated, a look of worry in her eyes. "There are movies based on your worlds. I know more about you than you think."

Flynn scoffed. "Okay…then you won't object to a test, then!" Maggie shrugged. Flynn thought of a question he was sure no one would ever get right. He never told this to anyone. If she got this right, then he could believe her. "What," he started dramatically, "is my name?"

Maggie smirked. "Which one are you referring to? Flynn Rider, or Eugene Fitzhurbert?"

The thief's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. She knew his name! "But…how…you…"

"Hey, look!" Maggie said pointing in the distance, "a town! Let's go check it out," she suggested, walking away from the stunned thief.

Flynn's eyes followed her as she walked away. This orphan just got more interesting.


Maggie couldn't help but feel that she had seen this town before, but she just couldn't put her finger on which Disney movie this came from.

"Huh," Flynn finally said, looking around as well, "quiet village here."

"…Quiet village? Oh my gosh, that's it!" Maggie exclaimed, a familiar song playing in her mind. "This is the world of Beauty and the Beast!"

"Yeah, I could've told ya that one," Flynn replied, grabbing an apple from a cart when no one was looking. "I love it when the girls speak French."

Before Maggie could reply, she felt like someone was staring at her. She turned around and noticed it wasn't just someone…

It seemed as if the entire village was staring at her. Maggie glanced down at her clothes. She was still in her uniform from the orphanage.

Flynn rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb. "We need to get you new clothes," he concluded, grabbing the orphan girl's hand and dragging her to what appeared to be a clothing shop. "Now don't say a word…follow my lead," the thief ordered. With that, he opened the door.

"Bonjour? Anyone home?" Flynn called. "Oh, Sophia?" Soon after he did so, a girlish shriek was heard somewhere in the back of the shop. Appearing around the corner was a woman with braided blonde hair and wearing a beautiful green dress

"Flynn, my love! You've returned!" Sophia shrieked in a French accent, wrapping her arms around Flynn Rider and bombarding his face with kisses. Maggie looked at the sight and raised an eyebrow. The woman looked like one of the girls always swooning over Gaston. As if her presence was known, Sophia stopped kissing Flynn and glared at the little girl. "Who is ziiis?" Sophia asked bluntly, a thick accent making it hard for Maggie to interpret that the last word was "this".

"Ziis—erm, this-is…umm, wait don't tell me—" Flynn hesitated, snapping his fingers.

"Maggie, ma'am," the orphan answered as innocently as she could, giving a small curtsy, a plan forming in her mind. If anything, she would act as cute as possible. Adults love the "little girl" routine. "It's lovely to meet you."

Her plan was working. Sophia's eyes widened and she gave a smile. "Aren't you tres adorable!" she said, curtsying back to the young girl. "'Flynn, 'ow do you know ziiis little girl?" she asked.

Flynn looked between the young girl and the obsessed French woman. "Erm, well…She's …she's my sister! That's it." Flynn said confidently, awkwardly patting Maggie's head like a dog. "I know I didn't tell you… but I—uh…wanted it to be…a surprise! So…surprise…?" Flynn smiled sheepishly. He looked down at Maggie, and she could see the silent message: Play along.

"I—I am going to a ball," she lied, "and my…brother was helping me…he said he knew the beautiful woman who worked here," Sophia winked at Flynn, who had his eyebrows raised, "and he said that maybe…" she bit her bottom lip, "maybe you could help? I don't want to dress like this for the ball," Maggie confessed, looking down at her plaid skirt. "Everyone would laugh at me…but I bet if I had one of your beautiful dresses…they would love it!"

Sophia embraced the girl into a loving hug, and said something in French that Maggie didn't understand. "Oh…of course I will help! You do not worry…any dress you want is free!"

Maggie smiled and curtsied to dressmaker. Once Sophia went back to Flynn, Maggie wandered around the store. There were so many dresses; Poofy dresses, slim dresses, sun dresses… it was hard for her to decide. Pink dresses, Purple and green; the colors were so vibrant and beautiful. Maggie stopped at a simple-yet beautiful- light yellow dress. Taking it off the rack, she held it against herself and admired the reflection. The dress went down just past her knees, and it had ribbon tied on the left hand side. Going in the fitting room, she tried it on. The dress didn't have sleeves, but it covered the top of her shoulders just right. She emerged out of the fitting room, and looked in the mirror. Maggie smiled. It looked like the dress was made just for her. Her light brown hair seemed to accent the color even more. Excited, she decided to walk outside through the town. Everyone was bustling through, making food orders and greeting each other.

"Bonjour, madame!" the baker greeted her.

"Bonjour!" Maggie exclaimed, a bright smile on her face. The baker let out a hearty chuckle.

"I haven't seen a smile like that in a long time. Where are you off to?" he asked.

"Well, I was just wandering around. Is there a bookshop nearby?" Maggie knew there was, from the movie. She just wanted to see for herself the same bookstore Belle would go into.

The town suddenly filled with silence. Nearby townsfolk stared at Maggie in fear.

"Um…we have no bookshop, little girl. Books are forbidden to have here in town," the baker whispered.

Maggie's heart dropped. Books…forbidden? How was Belle going to teach Beast to read? How will she able to sing her song and mosey through town while reading?

Shock taking over Maggie's attempt to speak, she started to walk away when she bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going," a woman snapped. Maggie looked at the woman and raised an eyebrow.

"Belle?"

It looked like Belle; brown hair in a ponytail, blue and white dress…but something was different. Her eyes, instead of being a nice chocolate brown color, were gray and empty.

"Why are you staring at me?" Belle asked.

"You…no, this can't be…" Maggie whispered, turning away from Belle, "this isn't how the story goes…"

"Story?" Belle spoke the word softly, as if even saying the word was illegal. Belle whirled Maggie around so she could face her again. "Like a book?!"

Maggie studied the expression on Belle's face. "Yes…like a—"

"Oh, Belle…" a low and manly voice sung. Maggie turned around to see Gaston. His jet black hair slicked back in a ponytail, his muscles showing through his shirt, and his expression was as smug as ever. Why didn't he change?

"Hello, my love," Belle said with a warm smile.

Maggie's eyes couldn't get any wider. "'My love'?!" she repeated.

Belle smiled and looked at Gaston. "Yes… we're engaged."