AN: Hello. Sorry for taking so long. I try work what will happen next and make sure chapters aren't too sort. Made for Tumblr user princessquinnella.

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Somewhere in the sewers…

Ratigan was furious. That wasn't actually surprising at all. All his goons stood outside as he kept throwing things and yelling. They should be thankful he didn't summon his cat, but then again it would be too easy in his opinion.

Oh, how much he wanted to get his hands on Basil and finish him off with his bare hands. Ruining his devious plan during the Jubilee was one thing, but this… taking away his future queen? Feeding him to Felicia would be too good for him. He wants him to suffer before killing him.

Suddenly someone comes forward.

"WHAT?!" Ratigan shouts.

"Sir…he took her to Baker Street…"

"Tell me something I don't know!" Ratigan said annoyedly.

"Well, Bod is on look out… we will take turns…and…"

"I DON'T CARE!" Ratigan shouts. "HE KEEPS HER TILL…" he suddenly stops realizing something. "Were they soaking wet when they arrived?"

"Umm… yes… mostly…"

"How were her wings?" Ratigan asked.

"Well, they were wet… and plain compared to what they were…"

An evil smirk started to appear on Ratigan's face as he chuckled.

"Umm… boss…"

"Go keep an eye on Baker Street… And let me know if there's anything to know…"

"Okay… anything, in particular, in particular, you wish to know sir…?"

"Let me know if there's anything that has to do with Kensington gardens," Ratigan said before chuckling more evilly.

In the morning, Quinnella wakes up peacefully from bed. Although she wasn't in her home in Pixie Hollow, she felt calm. After three weeks as a prisoner to the awful rat, she felt safe. The next step would be to get back home, but she needs more pixie dust to get back. Luckily fairies in Kensington gardens have some for their neverfairy visitors just in case. But… According to Basil, she can't go there now. Ratigan's goons could spy on them to know when she would go there.

Quinnella feels a bit sad. Although she is safe, she is in a certain way trapped.

Suddenly someone knocks on the door.

"Quinn, are you awake?" Heard the sweet voice of Elizabeth behind the door.

"Umm… yes. Come in." Quinnella said.

Elizabeth enters the room holding something in her hands. It's a green dress.

"This was mom's old dress. She doesn't use it anymore. I thought you could use it while you're here." Elizabeth said. "I know it's not made of leaves…"

"It's okay… I appreciate you wanting me to feel comfortable." Quinnella said.

"Just out of curiosity…" Elizabeth asks. "Can tinker fairies make their own clothes?"

"Well… mostly we tinker fairies build or fix things and there are sewing-talent fairies who make most of our clothes. But I do know how to make my own clothes… and accessories for them."

"Like jewels?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes. Back at home, I did many of those to my friends. And some crowns to Queen Clarion and Queen Mabs…" Quinnella said before, looking sad. "But that's the reason why Ratigan took me away."

Elizabeth noticed her sad look and took hold of her hands. "That rat had no right to capture you. Uncle Basil will make sure you get back home."

Quinnella looked at the little mouse. Her eyes were full of confidence in her uncle. In this smiled and nodded.

"I'll go for breakfast. Come when you're ready. Mrs Judson is a great cook." Elizabeth smiles and leaves.

Quinnella gets up and goes in front of the mirror to see the dress. It sure looks to be used by its time. Quinnella looks awhile before she finds scissors and a sewing kit in one of the lockers and starts changing the dress.

Just like upstairs in human quarters, Mrs Hudson served food in Mr Holmes' study/living room, Mrs Judson did the same.

There was a small table on which Basil and Dawson were sitting and eating… or at least were.

"Basil, is something wrong? You hardly haven't eaten. It's even your favorite." Dawson said. Basil moves the cheese souffle with a spoon on his plate. Usually, he eats it with no hesitation, but now… "Basil?!"

"Huh? What is it?" Basil asked.

"Something is going on with you," Dawson said. "What is it?"

"It's nothing, Dawson," Basil said. "I'm just… not hungry."

"Not hungry?" Heard the innocent voice of Elizabeth. "You never said so when it's about your favorite dish."

"Well, I am."

"Well, then you don't mind if I finish it for you…" Elizabeth said teasingly and was ready to take a huge portion of cheese souffle before Basil hit her hand with his spoon.

"Don't even think about it, young lady," Basil said annoyingly before he sighs. "Look, I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm not hungry, I couldn't sleep…"

Elizabeth looked worried and placed her hand on his forehead. "No fever…check his pulse, doctor."

Dawson did so. It's normal. "When did this start?"

"I don't know… I…" Basil said as he tried to take a piece of souffle.

"I'm sorry for being late," Quinnella said as appeared. Seeing her Basil remains still as he drops his spoon. Quinnella had changed the dress a lot. The green skirt came to her waist to a larger belt/corset around her stomach, the light green top had a wide neckline and short puffy sleeves.

"Oh, Quinn, it looks beautiful!" Elizabeth said and went to her. "It looks wonderful on you."

"You think?" Quinnella asks and she gives a gentle spin in which the skirt swirls beautifully.

Dawson then realized that Basil's pulse was going a bit fast. He looks and sees his friend who's looking at the fairy.

Elizabeth takes Quinnella to the table just before Basil clears his throat, takes his hand away from the doctor, and starts eating his cheese souffle while trying to act normal.

"I'm glad mom's dress got new use. She used it very rarely." Elizabeth said while smiling.

"I'm glad you like it," Quinnella said before Mrs Judson came.

"Oh good morning dear. Just in time for breakfast." Mrs Judson said and set the food on the table. "I hope this will do, I don't know what fairies eat."

"It's okay. We actually have baking fairies." Quinnella said.

"How many talents are there?" Dawson wonders.

"Well, there are many talents and subtalents, but known ones are those that are needed to change the seasons," Quinnella explained. "Mine talent is actually subtalent of the Tinker talent."

"On making jewels?" Elizabeth asked.

"It's commonly known as "Scrap-Metal-Recovery" talent," Quinnella admits embarrassingly. "Besides me there's Twire. We pick old metal pieces and melt them for new use. The thing is I usually turn them into jewels."

"So your talent is kinda sub-subtalent." Basil said as he finished his breakfast.

"Mister Basil!" Mrs Judson said to him.

"No, he is right. My talent is rare. But Queen Clarion saw it as a good thing. Aidan, a crown-repairing-talent sparrow man has so far been the only one who handled these things. Now that I came, he has got more work."

"Talk about luck," Elizabeth said.

"Well, it was… until what happened…"

"What happened in Kensington gardens wasn't your fault," Basil said. "We will get you back."

Quinnella smiles with a little bit of blush. "Thank you."

Elizabeth looked at both of them before a cheeky grin came to her face.

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