"Trap or Escape Opportunity?"

A/N: Things get going in this chapter!! YAY!!! Anyway, I really want y'all to tell me if some of the things that happen in this chapter are a bit off, although I sincerely hope that they aren't. This is the last chapter without any original characters in it, so enjoy it while you can. lol. Y'all enjoy!!!

Fiona gazed languidly over the horizon. She had been sitting next to her favorite apple tree by the lily pond all morning, trying to get away from the hustle and bustle in the castle. There hadn't been a calm moment there ever since before the ball, which had been an absolute disaster.

It had been a whole day since the ball, and Fiona was getting impatient. She was ready to get married, but her father kept telling her that she would have to wait. Her mother had not said much to her since the ball. However, she seemed to notice her mother gaze at her sadly whenever she thought that Fiona wasn't looking. The only person she really had to talk to was Charming, which she had to admit, was probably one reason she needed to get away for a while. She adored Charming, make no mistake about that, but listening to him talk about himself all day was a little bit more than she could handle.

Fiona was still furious from the night of the ball. She couldn't believe how disrespectfully she had been treated by that man. Shrek, did he say his name was? Kissing her in front of her fiance!! He had had some nerve.

'Well, it was kind of sweet,' Fiona's inner voice said.

"There was nothing sweet about it!!" Fiona thought aloud, arguing with herself, "He had no right to do that and I'm glad he's been locked away."

However, there was something about the man at the ball that Fiona couldn't quite recognize, or ignore. He seemed to have loved her, even though she had no idea who he was. It was either that he was in love with her or he was a madman. He might've been both. Fiona couldn't quite put her finger on it, but something had happened during that ball. For a split second that night, Fiona felt as if she knew him. She had to keep reminding herself that it didn't really matter and shrug it off. He was more than likely just somebody from her past. An old friend, perhaps.......

Sitting opposite the Fairy Godmother at her desk, where she had given him a literature lesson only two days ago, Shrek stared distastefully at the tea that the Fairy Godmother had ordered Jerome to place in front of him.

"I don't drink tea," Shrek said rudely, sitting back in his chair. He spared wary glances every now and then at the two thugs, who were now standing behind him, making sure that he couldn't make a run for it.

"Would you like something else, then?" The Fairy Godmother asked, playing the part of a good hostess.

"No," Shrek said curtly. He wasn't an idiot. He knew not to take anything the Fairy Godmother offered him.

The Fairy Godmother had anticipated that Shrek wouldn't drink the tea, nor anything else she offered him. In fact, she knew that there would not be a way to trick the ogre into drinking the potion without him figuring out what was going on, and the only way the potion would work was if she caught the ogre completely off guard. To get her plan to work, she would have to try another way.

"Well, as I was saying," The Fairy Godmother said, ignoring Shrek's rudeness, "you have a choice to make, sweetheart, and I do hope you choose to help us. I would feel absolutely awful if something were to happen to you." The Fairy Godmother smiled mischievously, as Shrek cast another sparing glance towards her two brutes.

"And what exactly would you want me to do?" Shrek asked.

"I need you to divorce Fiona without her knowing about it. It wouldn't be difficult, of course. Just a few signatures and you can go back to your swamp where you belong," The Fairy Godmother offered, "I'll even turn you back into an ogre again if you want."

"I'm sorry, Miss Godmother," Shrek said with mock politeness, "but I'm afraid I'll have to decline your gracious offer."

Shrek attempted to stand, but was forced to sit back down when two huge hands grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him painfully back into his chair.

Although the Fairy Godmother had known all along that Shrek would say no, she pretended to be disappointed.

"Oh, are you sure about that?" The Fairy Godmother said.

Shrek nodded in response, all the while glaring defiantly at the Fairy Godmother.

"Then I'm sorry that it has to be this way," the Fairy Godmother said, having to use every ounce of control inside of her to keep from laughing.

The two brutes behind him inched towards Shrek, but moved slightly to the right, giving him an opportuntiy to escape. Now was the moment of truth. If Shrek didn't take the opening, the Fairy Godmother would have to figure out another way to get him to take the potion. But if he did take the opening, there was no way that her plan could fail. That is, if the elf standing outside her office did his job right.

As the Fairy Godmother anticipated, Shrek took the opportunity to escape, and made a run for the door. He didn't even notice that there was nobody following him. All he knew was that he had to get out of the factory, and fast. As he made it out the door, he turned to the left. He thought he had gotten away until he made it only a few yards away from the door out of the factory, into the cottage. It was then that he felt a sharp pain in his left thigh......

Shrek's world began to spin. He grabbed the railing of the walkway to steady himself, but even that did not help him much. Looking down at his thigh, he saw a small hunting dart. The dart looked like something a hunter would use on a large animal to inject traquilizer into the poor creature. At first, Shrek was frightened, for he was getting dizzy and couldn't run any longer. After a few seconds, however, his fear subsided. Instead, it was replaced by a peaceful calm, and Shrek's muscles started to give in. As he fell to the floor, he hardly notice or care about the three figures making their way towards him.......

Donkey and Puss had heard everything that had gone on inside the Fairy Godmother's office. Thinking that Shrek was about to be attacked, the two friends started running towards the door of the cottage, not thinking about the consequences. They stopped, however, when they heard more voices coming from somewhere in the factory. They weren't angry voices, but they weren't coming from where the two animals had heard them before.

"Take him as far away from Far Far Away as you possibly can," The Fairy Godmother instructed the two thugs, "and make sure that whoever finds him doesn't have any neighbors. Also make sure that they don't, and most likely never will, know anything about the ball."

The Fairy Godmother's plan had worked perfectly. The ogre had taken the bait, and the potion she had put in the dart had worked miraculously quick. It had been an unorthodox method, especially for the Fairy Godmother, to use a hunting dart instead of the way she normally tricked people into taking her potions. However, it had caught the ogre completely off guard, and had been easier than anything else she could have tried. Besides, this was an ogre!! There was no need to worry about being orthodox or civilized with him. Now all the Fairy Godmother had left to do was get the ogre as far away from Fiona as possible, and it would be as if this ordeal never even happened.

She looked down at the impotent ogre. He was still partially awake, but the potion had done its job.

'The poor creature thought he had gotten away,' The Fairy Godmother thought, grinning with satisfaction. She continued to grin down at Shrek, who stared at her as if he had never seen her before.

For a few moments, Shrek simply stared indifferently from the Fairy Godmother, to the thugs, and back. Slowly and steadily, he was slipping into unconsciousness. He attempted to fight whatever had been injected into him, but it was no use. The potion had already started to work, and with a great relenting sigh, the ogre finally surrendered to the sleep that had been calling his name.

After the voices in the factory could no longer be heard, Donkey and Puss started towards the factory once more. Once again, they were stopped, when they spotted the Fairy Godmother's two brutes drag Shrek out of the cottage and make their way towards one of the Fairy Godmother's spare carraiges.

At first, Donkey and Puss feared that they were too late, and Shrek was lost forever. As they gazed sadly at his limp body, however, they suddenly noticed that his chest was moving slightly. His breathing was slow, steady, and light. His face bore an expression that made it seem as if he was in the middle of a peaceful slumber, albeit one that brought on many nighmares. They continued to watch the scene intrusively, as the two thugs threw Shrek into the carraige and started it moving away from the factory.

More than a little confused, the two loyal friends started to follow the carraige. They did this mostly because they wanted to know where the thugs were taking Shrek, but they also wondered what the Fairy Godmother had done to their friend......

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