The Winx Do New York!
Summary: After a fight with the Trix Sisters Stella, Musa, Riven, Brandon, Skye and Bloom wind up on Earth. In a strange state called New York (because it's the only place where I know the school system). But here's the twist- the Winx Club TV show doesn't exist and neither do their powers.
Dedication: This second chapter is dedicated to rude people and my brother.
Disclaimer: I ain't wastin' good whiskey on you (1)
Chapter Two: This is NOT the Sunshine State.
"Empire state (2)?" Brandon echoed sounding confused.
"Yeah. You know New York? The Empire state? Excelsior? (3)" Lizbet was getting agitated. "So, were you all doing something else before we found you?" she raises an eyebrow at the boy's capes. "Who are you anyways?"
"I'm Stella, princess of Solaria." The blonde in the impractical clothing stood up and held out her hand.
"I'm Bloom." The redhead adds gesturing to herself, her clothes were a little better since she was wearing jeans instead of a skirt, but she was also wearing platform sandals.
"I'm Musa, the blonde guy is Prince Skye, the brunette guy is Brandon and the magenta haired guy is Riven." The pigtailed girl finished helpfully.
"Why are you dressed that way?" Stella asked oblivious to the fact that she was the one wearing the wrong clothes for the setting they were in.
Lizbet was wearing an old green t-shirt worn flare jeans and muddy hiking boots, her long chestnut hair had been pulled into a messy ponytail and Tom was dressed similarly in a red shirt and black jeans. "I could ask you the same question. But I'm not going to go there. I'm in the woods, I was doing an assignment for biology."
"Yeah, whatever." Riven interrupted causing the brunette girl to glare at him. "Who are you two?"
"I'm Thomas and that's Elizabeth." Tom said simply. "You can call me Tom, but I think Lizbet may expect you to call her Ms. Connelly."
"So, she's your girlfriend then?" Stella asked curious.
"NO!" Lizbet said a bit too forcefully causing all eyes on her, so the answer was repeated in a calmer tone. "No, he's not my boyfriend. I don't have time for a boyfriend."
"How can you not have time for a boyfriend?" the blonde girl sounded shocked.
"I have a lot of things to do for my senior year. I have lots of projects for AP Biology, college entrance papers; I have to train for a dressage show and a stadium jumping show. And I have the gymnastics team as well. Plus someone called up the professor of botany at one of my choice colleges, so I have to help with her research too." At that last comment the brunette glared at her raven haired friend who had the decency to blush.
The black haired boy then decided to look up at the sky and noticed the clouds rolling in. "Well, it looks like there's a storm coming in. Liz, I think we can finish this up at my house if you want."
"Oh joy unbounded." It was slowly becoming obvious to the new group that Lizbet was not the most out going person on earth.
Slowly and carefully the two earth students, along with the three powerless fairies and the specialists made their way back to the parking lot. Thankfully Lizbet owned a truck with an extended cab. The Winx girls climbed into the cab with the unmagical earth girl and the guys all climbed into the truck bed which was covered by a cap so it wasn't that redneck- the guys riding in the back, not the truck.
They made it to Tom's house right before the sky started to leak and scrambled in to the living room where Lizbet immediately went to the computer and the rest of the groups sat down.
"Lizbet!" Tom tried to sound exasperated at his friend, but he knew she'd probably throw something at him, so those two syllables were the closest to a scolding the brunette received.
"I'm just loading the pictures for my project." Lizbet protested as she sat down between Riven and Bloom. "Breath boy, breath."
"So, where are you guys from?" The black haired boy asked the most logical question.
"Magix." Bloom said simply. "We girls attend Alfea which is a school for fairies and the boys go to Red Fountain which is a school for heroics and bravery."
"Ah, so that's why they have the capes." The Earth girl crowed. "They're pretending to be super heros."
"We're not pretending." Riven spat. "We are super heros… I think."
"We're specialists." Skye explained.
"E fours? (4) What's your MOS? (5) You don't really look old enough to be in the military" Lizbet was now officially confused.
Luckily so was everyone else. "MOS?" Brandon gasped. "E fours?"
"We're not in the military you dingbat." Riven scoffed. "We're in a school for specialists."
Lizbet hit the cherry haired specialist with a pillow. "Don't call me out of my name."
"Don't hit my boyfriend!" Musa shouted.
"Buy him a muzzle then." The brunette girl retorted.
"I'm hungry." Stella complained.
"So am I." Brandon copied.
"I can make stir fry." Tom said, hoping to avoid a confrontation.
"I'm thirsty." Lizbet added. "Tom get me some juice."
"You sure she's not your girlfriend?" The brunette specialist questioned as Tom came out of the kitchen with a tall glass of grape juice. "She acts like it."
"Well, she's not. She's been my friend since fifth grade." The earth boy confirmed as he made his way back to the kitchen.
"She threatened to beat you up if you didn't get off the swings didn't she?" Riven guessed from the safety of Musa.
The brunette earth girl grinned evilly. "Close, I shoved him head first into a snow bank Then slugged the guy that was picking on him."
"Whoa cool." Musa exclaimed clapping her hands. " I never would have pegged you as that type though."
"Wasn't shoving him into a snow bank counter productive?" Stella mused.
"Probably." Lizbet agreed ruefully. "But Tom took the subject I wanted for my English paper the day before so it evened everything out."
Back in the kitchen Tom was cooking up stir fry- one of the few things he could fix without the entire house burning down Lizbet liked to remind him. A half hour later the food was ready. "Okay everyone, dinner."
The group entered the kitchen and of course Lizbet was the first to open her mouth after everyone sat down. "You did cook the chicken this time, right Thomas?"
The black haired boy in question sighed.
"So, where are your parents?" Stella asked as she helped herself to a large serving of teriyaki stir fry.
"I live on my own. My parents are on the other side of the country in Oregon. I'm a student at St. John Fisher (6)."
"Then how have you two known eachother for so long?" Bloom wondered.
"His parents just moved. My El you people are nosey." Lizbet noted. "So, where are you guys from?"
"Solaria." Stella replied as though everyone should know where her beloved kingdom was.
"Is that in Kentucky or West Virginia?" The brunette asked through a mouthful of food.
"What planets are those?"
"You're joking right? That's a real place?"
"Well du-uh."
"Are you all from Solaria?" Tom asked
"Perish the thought." Riven sniped fumbling with the chop sticks. He then threw the aforementioned utensils on the table in frustration. "How do you work those damn things?"
Lizbet just sighs and hands Riven her fork. "Here, try not to hurt yourself with this!"
"Why are you so rude?" Bloom asked
"I'm not rude, I'm politeness challenged and you should really tell us where you're from."
"Magix. We were fighting some witches and they opened up a portal and tossed us in it." Musa replied as though this was an every day occurrence.
"Uh huh. Tom, please pass the blue pills. I want the same trip they're having."
Tom looked seriously confused at his friend's remark.
"We're not tripping we're telling the truth." Stella stated banging her fist on the table. "I'll prove it." The blonde fairy then pointed at the kitchen phone in an attempt to get her point across in a non violent manner. "Just watch."
Ooh, Cliff hanger!
I'm gonna end it here folks. How else will I get people to review?
Thank you: MusaGirl15, Ragnarok Destroyer, PurpleNova823 – please don't kill me! SilentxLoudmouth- Yes if you want to send me information on your character I'll use her with your permission. Moon fire of Darkness, and Rose 2005. Thank you come again!
1.) Name that band and song!
2.) New York's nick name
3.) New York's motto- it's Greek (I think) for Ever Upward
4.) In the US Army an E4 is a specialist (abbreviated SPC)
5.) Military Occupational Specialty. Basically what you get trained to do in the military
6.) A good university in my area.