Aoi Dragon: This is a crossover that I've wanted to see for a while, well ever since 3B, I mean. I only have ideas, not full stories, so here's the idea. Also, the people arriving are not villains; however their mere presence could bring villains to Storybrooke thanks to the trinket they carry. There's a little bit of FrankenWolf in this chapter because I just think that pairing would have had potential if Meghan Ory had been able to stay on for a larger part. So, again, I own none of this. I'm just playing in their sandboxes.

The two women stepped out of the door. The older one who wore a brown leather jacket closed the door, which was apparently to a closet, and pocketed a rusted brass key. The red head was looking around curiously.

"I don't think we're in Oz anymore." She said, "This looks more like my world."

"Then it should have brought us right back to the Bunker." The other woman replied.

"Well, Oz is a bit messed up right now. Maybe the doors have shifted." The red-head suggested.

The other woman squeezed the key in her leather jacket pocket, "I certainly hope so. I'm not fond of dimension jumping." She paused, "This doesn't look like my time. Do you think it's yours?"

The red head shrugged, "Don't know. Let's have a look." She pulled out a mean-looking dagger and looked over her shoulder.

The other woman followed suit, pulling her own blade, "I don't know how much help these'll be."

"It's better than nothing."

The two women walked cautiously down a hall and came to a bar area. There was one man behind the counter who looked like he was cleaning up. The two women deftly hid their weapons.

He looked up and saw them, "Ladies, we're closed. Come back tomorrow for happy hour."

The red-head looked to her companion, "Mine."

"Looks like it." The other nodded. They followed the bartender's instructions and left the bar "Do you think we can contact those friends of yours?" She asked once they were out of earshot of the door.

"I don't know." The red-head looked a little glum for a moment as she mourned her dead, broken phone smashed by a flying monkey in the early days of her time in Oz. Suddenly she perked up, "But I know where I could get the information!" She closed her eyes, "Castiel, hear my prayer. I need your help. Please come to my aid. Find me." She opened her eyes, expecting the angel to be standing in front of her. To her disappointment, it was just an empty street. With a sigh she turned to her companion, "Well, I guess we just have to find a place to stay."

They walked for a short time, making notes on the set up of the town they had landed in. Eventually they arrived at a place called "Granny's Bed & Breakfast." The red-head smiled, "This place is cute."

"It looks like this is probably the only place to stay in this town."

"Yeah." The younger woman opened the door and was greeted by another young woman with long, dark hair, a white blouse, a short red skirt, and wild red makeup accentuating her lips which her currently devouring a blond man's mouth.

Clearing her throat, the older of the two visitors had to break the scene. The blond man blushed profusely and straightened his shirt. He licked his lipstick-stained lips as he looked back at the woman he'd been kissing, "I'll see you tomorrow, then Ruby." He had a very light accent, German perhaps. He ran a hand through his hair to try to straighten it.

A large, toothy grin spread across her face, "And every day after that." Once he left, she turned to her guests, completely unashamed of being caught in such a position, "How can I help you?"

"A room please." The red head replied.

"We don't get many visitors. What's your business here?"

"Work." The older woman replied shortly in her no nonsense tone.

Ruby nodded, as if sensing antagonism and frustration, and asked, "Would you like a square or forest view?"

The red-head looked to her companion, who shrugged, "It would be nice to see people for a change."

"Square."

Ruby nodded and grabbed a key. She hesitated for a moment, "How long do you intend to stay?"

"We're undecided." The older woman replied.

"Can I get a name?" Ruby asked.

"Oh!" The red head exclaimed, "I'm Charlie Bradbury and this is Dorothy Baum."

Ruby smiled cautiously, "Well, enjoy your stay, and welcome to Storybrooke."

SUPER***WICKED

It had chased them in its winged monkey form, trying to escape from Oz and go back to Hell. Unfortunately, wherever that stupid key took them, it had no access to Hell. Furthermore, its meat-suit had disintegrated upon crossing the threshold of the door, and it had to flee before they saw it and banished it to nothingness - since there was no Hell.

It flew around, searching for a proper meat-suit, looking for someone appealing. There. It spotted some drunk stumbling out of a bar. It dove straight down, smoking into his mouth with no problem. Seconds later, with the man's consciousness caged in the back of his own mind, it looked down at its new body.

Strong hands, large and calloused. This man was a swordsman. It rummaged through his memories and found something very, very interesting.

Hello Sherriff of Nottingham. It told the man's consciousness. My, my have you been a bad boy. You make me so proud. I chose right when I saw you.

It turned its attention back to the man's memories - of anger and hatred of one Robin Locksley. Robin Hood. Well, maybe they could both get what they wanted - revenge for the Sherriff and a bit of fun for it. It was a demon after all.

Then it found another memory, one of a woman named Lacey that the Sherriff still on occasion desired. However, he was frightened of another man, a Mr. Gold - whoever the Hell that was. Perhaps it could show them both the meaning of pain. Fun, fun!

The demon grinned using the Sherriff's mouth. A little detour wouldn't be amiss. A town full of fairytale characters was just too good to pass up.

It pulled the name of the town from the Sherriff's memories, "Welcome to Storybrooke." It said to itself and began laughing in the darkness.