There's a Strange Magic In Storybrooke:

Fake Memories

"Here's my number," Lily told Marianne as she placed a paper next to the phone by the table. "In case you need anything, press the numbered buttons on the phone and call me."

"Thank you, Lily," Marianne said. She sighed and rested her head on her pillow.

"Don't worry. We'll find your son and husband, I promise." Lily held Marianne's hand in a comforting manner. The amnesic fairy smiled at her.

"And I'm sure you'll manage to convince this…Fidget to help you find Romana."

"He'd better help me. He's the one who tipped off to my foster dad that I was hiding in a summerhouse with Emma when we were younger. He ruined my chance of happiness once, he might have done it again." Lily gritted her teeth as she said so."

"I don't mean to be so curious," Marianne said. "But if your daughter mattered to you so much, why didn't you go on a search to find her once you learned about her disappearance."

Lily sighed, knowing that Marianne was right. "I guess it was mostly because I wanted revenge on Snow White and Prince Charming for being the causes of the life that I led full of bitterness and ruined things. I calmed down on it though after the events with the Author and his alternative universe. I finally found my mother, but I failed to find my father. Now my daughter is the only piece of redemption left for me."

"I understand what you're going through," Marianne said. A tearful Lily looked at her. "My husband and I failed to protect our son from his curse. I was so afraid of losing him that I risked going to the Enchanted Forest to find a cure…which I failed."

Lily began to say that she was sorry until she picked up her ringing cell phone and answered it. "Emma…what? Okay, I'll be there." She hung it up and put it back in her pocket. "Emma said that the culprit responsible for the car crash has fled into the woods. She needs my help using my dragon senses."

"Good luck," Marianne said as Lily left the room, closing the door behind her. The Fairy Queen sighed sadly as she rested in her bed in her small, quiet room at the convent. She thought of how lucky the people in this town were to be united with their families while she hadn't seen hers in years. God forbid if they were dead…

She shook her head, trying to forget the pain, and saw the cover of a book by the table. Henry and Rosetta were kind enough to leave her a library book, A Midsummer Night's Dream, for her to read if she ever got bored. Marianne began picking up the book with one hand until a knock on the door startled her, causing the book to fall off her hands and onto the matted floor. "Y-yes?" she called out.

The door opened and in came a dark skinned man with a purple shirt, black biker's jacket and pants, and violet biker's boots. What really intrigued Marianne about the man was that he had golden eyes with red irises and bat ears.

"Are you…Fidget the Bat?" she asked nervously.

"My full name is Fitzgerald Denada Cortés, but I am called Fidget the Bat," the Batrishan said as he calmly walked towards her. "And unlike the rumors and gossips that you have most likely heard, I am no monster. They…misunderstand the supernatural beings like you, me…and your husband."

"Lysander?" Marianne's eyes instantly brightened and she became agitated. "Is he here? In Storybrooke?"

"Yes, and so did you."

"What do you mean? I haven't been in this town until today!"

"Really? I thought…" Fidget suddenly saw the book that she had dropped earlier and picked it up, looking through the pages. "A Midsummer Night's Dream? What a coincidence! This play is one of my favorites!"

"Is it? I've been told that it's very good," Marianne said. At that moment, Fidget took the liberty of sneakily summoning a bookmark-sized flyer of Bernardo's Blue Sky Spa in the middle of the pages.

"Well how scandalous!" he feigned to be shocked as he pulled out the flyer and held it out in the open. "A spa flyer in a convent! And I thought those nuns knew their sense of dignity!"

"May I see?" Marianne asked curiously. The Batrishan handed the flyer over to the fairy, who had a look at it. At first, she looked at it with confused curiosity, but then she looked as if she had seen it before.

"Wait…I REMEMBER NOW!" Marianne said excitedly. Fidget grinned, hiding the smirk of the so-far success of his scheme.

An hour later

Sister Astrid dropped the tray full of food and hot tea that she was carrying when she stepped inside Marianne's room, only to find that the amnesic Fairy Queen was no longer in the room and no signs of her disappearance were left.

"Mother Superior?" Astrid cried out loud as she rushed out of the room. "MOTHER SUPERIOR!"

Meanwhile, at Bernardo's Blue Sky Spa

"Lena! How good to see you again!" Señor Bernardo said, greeting Marianne-now called Lena- when she came inside his spa accompanied by Fidget. "And Fitzgerald! How are you, mi amigo?" He walked up to the Batrishan and the two embraced in a friendly hug.

"The usual, pal," Fidget chuckled before resting his shoulder on Lena's shoulder. "Unfortunately, Lena here has gone through a lot of trouble lately. Thank goodness we got rid of her amnesia!"

"Good thing I'm myself now," Lena agreed in a mischievous tone.

"At least you remember who you are, right?" Bernardo asked.

"Of course. My name is Lena, I'm your secretary and you, Señor Bernardo, are both my boss and personal spa massager!"

"Good girl," Bernardo said, stroking Lena's chin. "To celebrate your return, you can go ahead and take your sauna bath. I'll be with you in a bit; Fitzgerald and I have so catching up to do."

"Of course." So while Lena's colleague Stella was leading her to the sauna, Fidget and Bernardo went to the back of the spa, where Bernardo's office was located. Once they stepped inside his entirely royal blue office and Bernardo locked the door, he and Fidget laughed.

"So, how do you like your new secretary?" Fidget asked as he sat down on a chair while Bernardo opened as small cabinet and pulled out a bottle of red wine.

"Very attractive," he said as he put down the wine bottle on his desk and eventually took out two wine glasses. "Thank you for bringing me a new…luscious toy to molest."

"It was quite easy," the Batrishan chuckled. "A fake memory spell put on one of your flyers to make her think that she's been in Storybrooke during the two curses and accidently drank a Lethe potion while she was in the Enchanted Forest. And of course, I owe you this for playing along in the comedy." He snapped his fingers and an open suitcase full of dollar bills appeared on the blue-haired spa owner's desk. The latter chuckled as he poured red wine into the glasses and handed one to Fidget.

"You have a way of doing business, mi amigo malvado!" Bernardo chuckled.

"Well you do have a way of being a manipulative pervert, Bluebeard," Fidget complimented his associate.

"Thank you. I do have one question though."

"Shoot."

"Suppose that the town's blasted heroes find out she's missing and use a memory potion to cure her? And what will Matt Forest say when he learns that 'Lena' has been in Storybrooke the entire time, hasn't remembered or interacted with him?"

"Glad you asked. First: when I created the fake memories, I also put a spell that would prevent a memory potion or true love's kiss to cure her; only I can remove the fake memories. Second: before I went to the convent, I went back to the sheriff's station and put 'Lena' in the Storybrooke catalog books, along with the part of 'Forgotten Past' in the section of her Enchanted Forest counterpart. Third: she'll be away from the heroes for sure. Besides, I'm having Matt dispose of the annoying dragon and codfish since they 'made her amnesic'." Fidget snickered at his explanation.

" Tal mal! You are so evil!" Bluebeard praised. "Villainous rumors weren't kidding when they called you the most cunning villain ever! Reminds me of the good times we had together back in the Enchanted Forest!"

"Indeed," Fidget said. "And what about you? Why were you so willing to play in the comedy?"

"You knew me and my lust for women and wealth back in the old town. Here in Storybrooke, I am the head of the secret black market gambling and sex trade. All of my employees would fight to get well paid using the amount of money that you gave me. And you have no idea of the amount of women who come to me, begging for more." The two of them cackled.

"Cheers to evil?" Fidget raised his glass.

"Cheers to evil." And they raised their glasses filled with bloody red liquid as they chuckled in the dim-lighted royal blue room.