I do not own Disney anything. I only own my OCs. Shawn belongs to MysteryGirl.

Mighty Jungle

Shawn stood in front of Maleficent's castle with a scowl on his face. Angry yellow eyes watched the sun as it gently rose in the sky, casting a yellow and orange glow across the land. He stormed towards the edge of the black lake and crunched weeds underneath his black boots.

He had once been like Tracy and Serena. He lost his parents, grew up in an orphanage and had to survive in the cruel world. But the difference was he ran away when he was seven. He couldn't take much more of the abuse and took off. Hitchhiking rides on passing trains and hanging with the hobos.

Tracy and Serena, however, didn't seem too troubled by their outcast status. They didn't seem to suffer the same rough treatment he had had when he was their age. The difference between them was that people actually respected them.

What did they have that they didn't? What made them so successful? He had been in the Disney Kingdom for two years and all he got was thrown in jail and a debt to pay. Tracy and Serena were con artists, just like him. How come the villains respected them more than him? Why was Tracy so important? What could she do that he couldn't?

A lot of questions without answers. Shawn glowered at his reflection in the lake and played with the ends of his cloak. He no longer knew his worth to the villains, and as much as he hated to admit it, Maleficent was right. His dignity was shattered and he needed to repair it.

Maleficent wanted the Sorcerer's Hat. And if Tracy managed to steal it, then the villains won. Not even purity could beat such power.

His mouth hardened in a line and his eyes crackled with determination. The Hat was the main prize. Tracy was his sidekick. He would make his mark and make it known he was worth something.

All he had to do now was send out the order to destroy Serena.

And if he happened to run into her first...may the best con artist triumph.

...

Tracy crossed her arms and scowled. Getting caught was one thing, but getting caught by an elephant was an entirely different matter. It was almost embarrassing.

"I got her! I got her!" Tantor shouted eagerly. "But she's also covered in germs...do you know where she's been?"

Her scowl deepened. She was almost tempted to point out that he was the jungle animal. But then again, she hadn't showered in who-knows-how-long. The trunk slid from her waist and she dropped to the dirt floor of the jungle.

Tracy pushed her blonde hair out of her face and glared upwards. The glare faltered slightly when she spotted Tarzan towering over her. The glare disappeared completely when she realized she was outnumbered about a dozen gorillas to one human. With a groan of defeat she dropped her face in the dirt and mumbled, "This sucks."

Fifteen minutes later, Tracy ran her fingers through her freshly cleaned hair and stayed silent. Being captured by the King of the Apes wasn't as bad as she thought. Jane was pretty nice, offering her a change of clothes and a chance to thoroughly clean herself. She hiked up her brown slacks and adjusted her white t-shirt.

"What's your name?" Jane asked, although knowing she probably wouldn't get an answer. She was right, as Tracy kept her mouth shut and continued to stare at the wooden floor.

"Hey! She asked you a question, Squirt!"

Jane shot a warning glare at Terk. The tomboy gorilla mouthed 'What?' and Jane just shook her head. Tarzan had gone to send off a message to King Mickey while Jane and Terk kept watch on the con artist.

"Is it okay if I take a nap?" Tracy suddenly spoke up. "It's been awhile since I got a good sleep."

"There's a cot in the next room," Jane offered. The blonde managed a smile and got up.

"Er...thanks, for the clothes and stuff," Tracy said awkwardly before hurrying into the next room.

Terk groaned. "You're supposed to treat crooks with a no-nonsense attitude! Not giving her a-a-vacation!"

"I highly doubt this is a vacation for her. She may have done some bad things, but she is only a kid," Jane responded, casting a glance towards the next room. "I don't think she'll be going anywhere. Tarzan took her pack with him just in case."

"Can I read her the Riot Act or something?" Terk asked.

Jane sighed. "That's it. I'm telling my father not to let you listen to any more crime shoes on the old radio."

"Aw, come on!"

...

"Is this how Serena felt when we left Rapunzel and Flynn?" Tracy asked herself as she trekked through the jungle, shoving leaves and vines from her face and feeling guilt in her stomach. "Because this kind of sucks, and I want my stupid not-feel-guilty-for-anything attitude back."

Maybe losing Serena caused you to develop a conscience. Maybe this is a good thing.

"Oh shut up! I'm a con artist! I'm about to hand control over the Disney Kingdom to the villains! I'm a fugitive in this place and probably won't be returning home anytime soon! I'm freaking talking to myself! I'm losing it!"

She stomped her foot down hard (Jane loaned her a pair of brown boots) and stumbled backwards when a pained trumpet echoed throughout the jungle. Tantor stumbled to his feet and wiggled his trunk around, trying to shake out the pain. Human and elephant looked eyes before Tracy shrieked and sprinted in the opposite direction, shoving foliage out of her way and listening to the thundering footsteps behind her.

I have two feet, he has four. I'm short and scrawny, he is large and stocky. Yeah...I'm probably screwed.

...

Tarzan had just sent off a message to King Mickey when a deafening roar rocked the jungle. A frown crossed his face and he stepped away from the edge of the ocean, dark eyes scanning the vast land before him. When he pinpointed the location of the disturbance, he was off.

No one would disrupt the peace in his jungle.

...

Tracy hastily dove to the side in order to avoid getting crushed. She basically tackled the nearest tree and scrambled up the rough bark. She perched on a thick branch and held on for dear life as Tantor stood below, trying to reach her with his trunk.

"There are bugs up there!" he complained, recoiling his trunk when a thick worm wiggled by. "Bugs are unsanitary."

I never thought I'd see a germ-a-phobic elephant, Tracy thought, holding on tightly and flinching away every time the trunk got to close.

"Did you think you could escape?"

Tracy gritted her teeth and turned around. Tarzan was advancing towards her, scaling the tree like it was nothing. But of course, Tracy hadn't been raised by gorillas. "I was hoping."

"You have done bad deeds, and justice will be done," Tarzan informed her, getting closer by the second.

"Do all of you guys have to be so goody-goody?" Tracy asked. "I mean, rules are guidelines."

"I think that's a line you have overstepped."

Geez. That's something Serena would probably say.

Tracy's blue eyes wandered to a stray vine hanging from the branch overhead, and with a nervous gulp she lunged forward, avoiding Tarzan's grasp by inches. She latched onto the vine and flew downwards before swinging back up. She let go and hastily grabbed the nearest vine. Soon she was swinging across the jungle and a small smile crossed her face. The smile disappeared when she heard Tarzan coming after her. "Can't I ever catch a break?"

I don't think you deserve a break.

"Shut up!" Tracy snapped. She chanced a glance behind her and quickly ducked. Tarzan missed her and tried grabbing for her again. Tracy noted the backpack that hung from his back and thought hard.

After a few seconds she suddenly let go of the vine and dropped. But before she hit the ground she managed to hitch a ride on the vine Tarzan was using. She quickly reached up and snagged the dagger that was tied to the front of the bag. She then sliced the bag part free from its shoulder straps. Tracy tucked the bag under one arm and dropped for real this time.

She landed neatly on the dirt floor and took off back into the thick leaves. She sprinted and ignored the branches whacking her in the face. Her foot struck a stone and she pitched forward, tumbling down a hill before whacking her head off of the hard ground. The world spun before slowly fading from her vision.

Okay, this is becoming an annoying habit, Tracy thought in annoyance before she passed out.

...

Tarzan stared down the slope at the unconscious girl. He would have gone to assist, but she was no longer in his land.

He found it peculiar that two young girls could come as far as they did without getting caught. And although what they had done was wrong and frustrating, after some time the determination they showed got to you.

And that frustration divided into annoyance...and respect.

But there was no place for them in the Kingdom of Disney. Sooner or later, their luck would run out.

What Tarzan didn't know was that everyone's luck would soon run out.

And it would happen in a matter of time.