I don't think anyone realizes the level of excitement I felt when I finally pushed the "add new chapter" button! I have been DYING to get this one out! For ages! But, I don't know, some much stuff happened in between that I never quite got the chance to! But here I am now, finally presenting Lillie at one of her best moments!

I know it's been a while! Forgive me, dear readers, because I love you all and love pleasing you with stories! So I edited what I had before to make it even WILDER then it was originally which, let me tell you, is quite a feat for this chapter in particular. Very, very much a feat!

By the way! HUGE SPELLING MISTAKE IN LAST CHAPTER! yes, I know it exists. I spelled censor wrong! I'm going to go back and fix it, so no worries my lovelies!

Anyway, more ideas would be fantastic! Cannot wait to see everything that you have for me! And I cannot wait to get this story back on the road again!

Thanks for your patience!

~Gal

"What do you mean no?" She placed her hands on her hips, glaring down at the mouse who glared just as stubbornly back at her from behind his desk. Said mouse, Mickey Mouse, was definitely learning how to hold his own from the constant requests she threw at him. It was both aggravating and infuriating. Though, if she had to find a silver lining in any of it, she was shocked the the Mouse had finally begun to grow a pair.

"I said no, Miss Ayman, and I meant it. No one in Disney is allowed more than one job-"

"Everyone else in Disney has the money to pay the rent on their apartment!" Her palms landed against the mahogany with a dull slap. "I don't!"

"The villains-"

"I'm going to stop you right there." Her fingers went to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Look... I don't want to get into a discussion about good and evil and how much they make from yearly income. All I want is this job. Jasper said-"

"Jasper! The thief!? He's your reference?"

Lillie huffed. "He's practically an alcoholic. I'd like to think that he knows when bartenders leave."

"But he's a villain! You can't trust him!"

"Fine! Then I won't give him the keys to my house," she rolled her eyes. "All I'm looking to get is another job to help keep my heating and lights on for another month. You want me to finish this article, don't you?"

"Of course!"

"Yeah, well I can't do that if I'm sitting at a desk with more candles than the 1800's. I need this job."

Mickey was still for another moment, swallowing down whatever fear he had in the presence of the determined lady and trying with all his might to stay strong. "Ma'am-"

"Don't call me ma'am."

"Fine. Miss Ayman... You show a lot of gusto, you know that. But... I simply must follow the rules!"

"Ugh!" She threw her hands in the air, teetering back a step. "Fine! Then what, pray tell, do I have to do to get past these rules? Bring you the head of the gorgon? A lock of hair from Hook's head? Because, at this point, I'm pretty sure I could get you either. They aren't completely inaccessible, you know."

He frowned and shook his head. "It's hardly for me to decide. You'd need to show all of us that you can handle such a weight. I mean, it hasn't been done often, but it's been done."

"Fine. Whatever," Lillie batted her hands, finally calming. "What do I have to do for that?"

"Well..." White gloved hands connected, began to wring together. "Theres another issue altogether that... might get in the way of it all." Her eyebrow rose, but the woman said nothing, simply waiting on the rodent to continue. "You see... it's the villains. We've been getting complaints lately that you've been... well, frankly, going head to head with them."

"Yeah. So?"

"You can't do that."

She had to do everything in her power not to drop her jaw. "What... why!?"

"Everyone has their place here, Miss Ayman, even them. And your place it to fear them."

"They gave me a poisoned apple and this morning Cruella DeVille tried to skin my dog!"

"Be that as it may, your apparent attitudes have done nothing but interfere with the delicate cycle that exists. And, if I may be so frank, you seem to have a strange habit of..." he searched for the correct word, fingers moving as if to pluck it from the air, "encouraging them." He sighed. "We keep them in their place for reasons you must come to understand. They're dangerous. And one wrong move could leave you as a target."

"I already am a target!" She sighed, "And I've hardly encouraged them."

"We've been receiving more of these lately." As if to explain everything he rummaged through his desk drawer, finally allowing a thick manilla folder to slide its way across the desk towards her. "We always receive one or two, but now we're getting four or five a week. Per villain. And all of them with these." He plucked a note from the folder, handing it to her. She scanned it.

Mickey,

The new lady is putting us through hell. We deserve it.

The Villains

"Wow," she dropped the paper, "harsh." Her eyes flickered to the folder. "What are they, anyway?"

"Articles," Mickey rubbed his forehead, obviously done with discussing them.

"Oh... the ones you won't publish, right?"

"... Correct." Lillie hummed, thumb moving to rifle the small pile within it's paper confines. "For whatever reason, you have an impact on them that we cannot allow. And I encourage you strongly to assess your actions."

"Fine! Fine, whatever! So can I have the job."

"No."

"OH MY-"

"Miss Ayman!" He paused, then glared again. "You have been nothing but a nuisance ever since you walked through the door. If you try to do as I say, then we'll discuss the prospect of extra work. Until then, focus on your story! It will do all of us some good if you held your tongue and did as you were told."

Lillie had a sudden urge to slap him.

"And how," she seethed through her teeth. "Do you want me to go about doing that?"

"I don't know... do a social experiment or something! Stop wasting time! And if you can get all that done... then maybe we'll talk about everything else."

Lillie left Mickey's office in a blind rage.

The morning itself had started out so well. She'd woken up without the presence of giant dog suffocating her (apparently Bartleby had decided to make her hallway closet his temporary home, crushing all of her shoes in the process), found a pack of bacon in the back of her fridge, made pancakes for breakfast, brewed the best pot of coffee she had in weeks, and even had enough amber liquid in her Jack Daniels bottle to add three shots to her early espresso. It was only when she went down to the lobby (blissfully empty, the villains asleep for another thirty minutes at least) and retrieved her mail that the day quickly spiraled. Apparently the most magical place on Earth hardly had enough sense to give people proportionate facial features or give them psychic abilities that allowed them to break into song, but had the sturdy reasoning to keep track of her electrical bill. And her water bill. And her heating, and home insurance and dog insurance and taxes. Woopty doodle doo.

And then Bartleby had made his way into Cruella DeVille's room, and that had turned into an epic battle, ending with the skinny lady on the floor throwing threats of skinning him for a rug and a lump growing on Lillie's skull and her large dog, drooling in the hallway, smiling. She'd tried to scold him, but insults went over his head, and he stayed as smiley and drooly as ever, only stopping to pass out in the middle of the floor on top of her laptop. That had been another battle.

And then there was the little issue that the job she was being given a raise for didn't fork over the money until the article had been written. Not that she had even begun to figure out where to start with that, but it would have been nice to at least get some money in the deal. So she'd done the only thing she could.

She went to Mickey.

Mickey turned her down like a bad date. Which made hardly any sense, because her argument had been rational and she'd stayed, for the most part, calm. Hell, he hadn't even smelled the whiskey on her breath. Score one for Lillie. But still, he refused, ending it all with the statement;

Stop wasting time! And if you can get all that done... then maybe we'll talk about everything else.

She'd never felt so down.

Well... that wasn't true. When she'd gotten tricked into sleeping with a guy who said he was a millionaire, but was really just a miniature cow breeder from Arkansas she had officially hit rock bottom. This was coming in close second. And to top it all off, she had to officially start her day with an office full of people who practically radiated sunshine.

"What happened to you," Jafar, one of those oh-so pleasant rays scoffed at her as she entered the office muttering to herself. They'd been in the middle of another plan for her life. Or at least to try and delay her for a bit from going on with her life. He wasn't sure if Anastasia's threat to make her clean a lot of stuff would work.

"Nothing..." She slammed her bag down on the desk, making half the office jump. "I'm just peachy."

"Oh yeah," Hades crooned, looking over at Maleficent with a smirk. "You look it."

Maleficent laughed. Or as much as a laugh as the mistress of all evil could go through with. More like a quick exhale of breath. A very dignified, quick exhale of breath.

"But really, Angelface, what's got your tail in a twist. Possible resignation in the future."

"No. But that would be even worse. It's just... I wanted another job." She shrugged. "And the mouse wont let me have it."

"Ooh..." the Witch of the Sea chuckled, "tough luck."

"Sure. If that's what you call it." Lillie sighed. "Then to top it off, he still won't publish your work."

"He ain't ever gonna," the smooth voice in the dark corner had her looking up. She glared.

"Facilier, what are you doing here? You don't even work here."

"I was bored."

"Oh bullshit." She didn't miss the flinch as the profanity left her mouth. "But right now I'm too tired to figure out what it is you're up to. So if you're going to stand in the corner like Slender Man, at least take a seat when you do it. And turn on a light over there, you'll ruin your eyes."

"How considerate of you."

"Do it or I'll have Gaston throw you out."

"I'll only do it for a kiss!" Gaston chimed in, waggling his eyebrows at her from his desk.

"You'll do it for nothing, because if you don't I'll fire you. Boss, remember?" He grumbled something about no one being fired like Gaston, but did turn his head back to his work.

"Facilier is right, though." Cruella looked up from the computer screen she was currently scanning. "He won't publish anything of ours, daaarling. We aren't as valuable."

"And besides," Maleficent finally spoke, voice like silk, words like knives, "our articles will only do to give a displeasing image to the Disney name."

"Who told you that?"

"Who do you think?"

Lillie let out a huff through her nose, growling. "Fine... but things have got to start changing around here. I don't care how small. But a change has to happen."

"Good luck," muttered Hook.

She ignored the sarcasm, flashing the Captain and sickeningly sweet smile. "Thanks." The smile faded and she moved her hands to rub at her temples, "This is just not my day."

"When is it ever?" Ratigan asked over his spectacles. She glared at the rat, and then deflated.

"Never," came the mumbled reply.

"Exactly."

"I mean, I've had good days. In New York, I had one or two. But here, it's just... there's no good thing to be had! I mean, isn't this supposed to be the land of rainbow ponies?"

"The Most Wonderful Place on Earth," Facilier came up beside her, leaning against her desk, "but, you know, that's exactly the same thing."

"I had a feeling." Another long sigh.

"Chere, what you need to do is simply face reality. Like the rest of us."

She glanced up at the man, craning her neck to stare up at him. His violet eyes flashed. She frowned. "Reality? Really? You're using the argument of facing reality from someone who came from the real world."

"Here, in Disney, this," he gestured to the office of working villains, all of whom had taken a moment to leer at her. She fidgeted in her spot. "this is the real world here, mon chere. Ain't no fairy tales to be found."

"Ursula's from a fairy tale. And so is Gaston, and the evil Witch and Maleficent and-"

"Fine! Whatever. Ain't no happy endings to be found. Better?"

"Much." Lillie's arms crossed over her chest. "I still don't get how this keeps him from publishing things that come out of this office though. There isn't any sense to the notion. I know words are power and all that, but Jafar carries a stick that can kill people!"

"Your point?" Facilier's smooth voice wrapped around her once more.

"Words are power but magic can blast your face off."

"Ah."

"The princess has a point." Jafar added his own input to the conversation. "But you do have to realize that by not allowing us to simply place pieces of our own work into the newspaper, he's letting us stew farther-"

"-Therefore allowing him to make a judgement that your articles are going to be biased against certain groups due to long term pent up aggression." she finished for him, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Damn." No matter how unfair it was, the stupid mouse had a point. One bad article could ruin the paper all together. And the fear that they would release a spew of bad mouthed, harshly written, politically based articles into Disney could bring down more than a simple gazette. She'd seen it happen in New York with smaller time papers. One article caused a riot that had gone on for days, shutting down not only that small time business, but also putting restrictions on all the others.

It had been one hell of a summer.

"You got it babe," Haded chimed, "and he knows what he's doin' too. He holds us off longer just to get that excuse to use if we ever wanted to bring it to the courts."

"Would you?"

A flame erupted in the palm of the mans hand, flickering silhouettes along the walls. "We have our own justice system."

"Yeah. I've realized."

"Face it, chere," there was that silky voice again, looming over her. "Ya need ta accept that you've lost. We've all done it-"

"Astrix! Under protest!" Madame Medusa called from the corner.

"Fine, under protest we've accepted our failure. Ya might as well do the same."

"I'm from Texas sweetie," she allowed the syrupy lilt to fall from her tongue in globs, "Een Texas, we don' jus' geeve up. Ain't gon' happen."

"Nice."

"Thanks, darlin'." She pursed her lips, forcing the accent back down. "I'm going to do this. I'm going to win this battle. Maybe not the war! But the battle."

"Yeah, good luck doing that," someone said.

Her chair creaked as she pushed it in, all thoughts of sitting and relaxing vanished. "First things first, I'm going to need your articles."

"And why is that?" came the dull amusement of Clayton, lounging from his desk.

"Because I'm going to get them published."

That was when everything seemed to suddenly halt. All chatter, all keys, all semblance of a sound stopped and stared at the strange woman standing still on the floor. Pairs upon pairs of eyes widened, jaws slackened, the urge to laugh and scream in rage suppressed brilliantly.

Hades was the first to speak. "Wh-what!?"

"You heard me. Give me any and all articles you want published. I'm going to do it. Tomorrow morning."

"But-"

"There's really no stopping me." Her chin angled upward. "Facilier can tell you. People from the south are too stubborn for their own good."

"You're more stubborn than that, chere." he sang from his now much lighter corner.

"Facilier, shut up. I'm making a point here." She cleared her throat. "I'm going to get this done tomorrow. But... I need some help from you. Just articles. That's all I ask."

Iago tilted his head from his masters shoulder. "And what makes you so sure you can get the impossible done, sweetheart?"

"Simple." She smiled, a smug smile, "I have something no one in the entirety of Disney has."

"What's that then, huh?"

The smirk grew. "I have a long history of shame. And a... strange lack of it. One more thing is nothing. Don't worry. Tomorrow, I'll get it all done."

"Mickey, we want her gone." A few choice villains, all males, had gone in before work to the mayors office, waited for the mouse to arrive, and followed him into the building with a spew of threats and complaints following behind them. "She's a nuisance! She's as bad as a princess! She honestly brings too much… hope… into our office," Jafar shuddered. "It's positively nauseating."

They hadn't seen her yet, so this plan of hers to change their fate or whatever was still unknown. For all they knew she'd already hired a blimp to shout messages across the sky, or created a fireworks show to rebel against them. Whatever it was, they didn't want it.

"Look, fella's, I'd love to help! Really, I would!" He shifted the paperwork he was holding. Most folks would have offered to help him hold it by now. But he knew with the villains that wasn't going to happen. "But she's under contract, yussee! So, until she decides to leave, nothin' can happen!"

"What's she here for anyway?" Hades furrowed his brow, flames brightening.

"Yes," Hook leaned forward inquisitively, "I too would like to know."

"Uuuuh… yussee…"

"That hardly matters," Facilier intervened, cane tapping on the ground. "What matters is we get the girl out. She's causin' too much trouble as it is."

"Aw, shuddup Faci," Hades waved a hand, "You're just in knots cuz she flirted with you-"

"She what!" That didn't leave the attentions of Mickey Mouse, who spun on his heel, papers fluttering this way and that. "What do you mean she flirted with you!?" No no no no no. Not when he was trying to set her up with a prince! Shucks, it was almost against the law to show any kind of affection, harmless or not, to a villain.

He also didn't miss the definite violet color that dusted the darker mans cheeks for a mere moment.

"She didn't flirt with me…!"

"Then what would you have called it," Jafar was in on it now, "I thought that grab at your tie was quite… sensual."

"I can rip your heart out, chere."

"Just try, voodoo boy."

"Boys, boys," Gaston had quickly risen to the occasion, "no one gets girls to fall for them like Gaston! I'll have the minx off your back in a minute!"

"You are just jealous," Hook pointed out cooly, "that she chose to flirt with Facilier and not you."

"What's he have that I don't! I mean look at him! He's so lanky!"

"I'll have you know, mon chere, that I am covered in lean muscle."

"Boys, please!" Mickey broke up the fighting, having reached his office now with new dreams of the advil on the second drawer up, "Don't fight! Not now! Just… lets just discuss this in my office. But really, why are you even trying to get rid of her? Has she done anything that terrible?"

"You don't know the half of it." Hook grumbled.

"She cannot be as bad as you're saying. What worries me more is the position she's trying to get to. And get… well… the villain into. No offense, of course."

Obviously, offense was taken. A dead silence fell upon the hallway and Mickey, keys jingling in his hand, suddenly noticed just how tall the villains surrounding him were.

Facilier glared at Mickey, "What's that supposed to mean? That we cant do anything?"

"N-no! Of course not! Just that… well… we can't have you reaching a higher station, yunno!"

"You would object to this, Mickey?" A gleaming hook was nearing his face. "You are trying to keep us down?"

"Is that what the girl was for?" Jafar leaned forward? "To stall our plans? Slow us?"

"N-n-no! Of course not fella's! She's a perfectly fine woman!"

"She's insane!" Gaston belted. "First, because she hasn't fallen to my charm! And second, because… she just is!

"Well..." he fit the key into the lock, but found that the door was already unlocked. His brow furrowed but he mentally shrugged it off. Maybe he just hadn't locked it the night before... "She cannot possibly be that bad." He swung the door open, "No pretty woman in Disney has ever been known to be…. be…. be… b-b-b…" His jaw had dropped and the keys in his hand hit the floor. All the villains stared at Mickey, tilting heads and exchanging looks, then peered around the door to see what the big deal w-

Lillie sat in Mickey's chair behind his desk, legs crossed, typing on her laptop. Apparently, she had picked the lock in the early hours because, from the looks of her posture, she'd been there for some time. The keyboard flat on her knee just leaning onto her lap and the screen covering most of her chest. She looked fairly relaxed, although her smirk suggested other things, and as they watched she reached over the screen, leaning forward and continuing to hide her torso to grab a strawberry from a carton that she'd laid on the desk.

But it wasn't the scene in front of them that was so startling.

No.

It was the fact that, except for the laptop, she was totally and completely naked.

Mickey stared at her, mouth opened in horror. "L-L-L-L-"

"Oh! Mickey!" She looked up at him, "and company, I see!" She gave a wave towards the villains, all males, who stood behind him. "Just catching up on some work!"

"W-work?"

"Oh you know, what you suggested? Social experiments?" Her smug smile suddenly had a purpose. "I figured I'd do one right now! See, you said that villains weren't like real people. But I disagree. I think they're just like real people. And by that, I mean REAL people." Her eyes wandered to Gaston, who looked about ready to faint. She flashed her teeth at him, grabbing another strawberry and holding it by her mouth for a moment, "like what you see, Gaston?" Then she popped the fruit into her mouth, the smirk still there. She went back down to her computer. "Reacts just like men from real world..." she said her words out loud as she typed, "tempted to stand up and give full show for effect..."

"NO!" "DON'T" "PLEASE STAY DOWN!" "JUST... JUST STAY!"

She looked up, her face breaking into a grin. "Well, for villains you really are quite bashful, aren't you?"

"Just... just keep that computer where it is..." Facilier practically pleaded, glad that he could only see her shoulders and bare arms, not what rested in between. "Just... just stay! Please dear lord, just stay!"

"Me dear... do you want me jacket?" Hook was begging, ready to whip off the garment and throw it at her.

"Nooo... I don't think so..." she leaned back slightly, not enough to really show anything, but enough to make all of them blush, "I feel rather refreshed sitting here. And besides, I'm getting just the BEST responses!" Her gaze turned onto Facilier, and her leer deepened. "Aw hun, you do have some humility!" She winked, "I always liked that in a man."

He cleared his throat, then cleared it again for good measure, finding a spot on the ceiling all of a sudden very interesting. "I would have to disagree, chere."

"You sure? Because I could have sworn that you didn't have a pencil in your pocket when you came in here, or are you just really happy to see me?!" He face reddened as he let out a yipe and jumped back, grabbing a stack of papers from a nearby filing cabinet and using them as a coverup.

"That isn't fair!"

"Alls fair, as they say," she said, eating another strawberry as slowly as she could. The voodoo masters face went maroon. "And I told you, didn't I. I was going to win this battle."

"Win what battle?" Mickey still hadn't looked up, his gloved hiding his eyes.

"What battle? Why, the battle for another job, of course! You did say that a social experiment would land the part, didn't you?" She smiled, gesturing to her body and the keyboard. "Tada! Social experiment!"

"This doesn't count!"

Lillie's lips pursed at his response. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I haven't been here quite long enough to get any real responses. Hm…. guess I'll just have to stay here a little bit longer-"

"We'll have guards throw you out!" Hook yelped, attempting to hide his eyes with the large, feathered hat on his head, though it hardly hid the rest of his face, turning as red as his coat.

"You could, that is true! Of course, they'd have to pick me up out of the chair, and then of course I'd have to get up like I am, and then there would be a whole lot of embarrassment," she moaned a little too sensually for their liking. "And then where would we all be. In the middle of Disney toting a naked woman through the streets." She gasped, hand going to her chest, just over what they could see of two rising mounds. "Oh my! What would the children think!"

"Fine! Fine! You can have the job! Paperwork's in the top drawer! Just take it and go!"

Lillie's smile could have bowled over an elephant. "Wonderful! Oh, and on top of it, I'd also like to put the villains articles in this months papers."

"You're insane!"

"Am I? Because, as I recall, the person in charge is allowed, by default might I add, to publish their own article and put it in."

"You're not even a writer," Hades, hair a lilac hue now, pointed out. She had to do everything in her power then not to correct him. Keeping that particular secret hidden was harder than she'd ever have imagined.

"And besides," Mickey pointed out quickly, trying to steer the villains from all topics pertaining to the currently nude women's identity, "that's just your article. You couldn't publish all of theirs in your place."

"Maybe you're right." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "However," she shifted the laptop, and they all looked away again, "I've already begun on a great article myself. What do you think of this title?" She cleared her throat, attempting to look professional, but even she couldn't hide the smirk on her face, "An Education of the Kinkiest Sex Positions-"

"STOP. RIGHT. THERE!"

"Aw, but I was going to tell you all about the time I did it on a washing machine! The trick is, you have to get your leg over his shoulder in just the right place-"

"Please!" Facilier was now paling, "Please, chere…!"

"Yeah, he said that too when I was on top-"

"AAAAAUUGHGHGHHGHG." She grinned wickedly, all the men in front of her jumping up with loud screams.

"It's going to publish whether you want it to or not-"

"None of us want it to!" Jafar looked about ready to faint.

She ignored his interruption. "Unless… of course… you let me publish some of the villains articles.

"FINE!" Mickey's ears were looking like they might snap from the hold he had over them, "Just please no more talking about you-know-what!"

Another grin. "Deal… for now…" Her eyes went to Hook. "I'll take that coat now, if you're still offering."

"Take it!" It was practically thrown at her in desperation.

"Thanks, pun'kin." They didn't see anything as she got up, the coat already buttoned somehow, falling to her ankles. She donned her shoes- four inch heels- that they hadn't noticed before, having been hidden under her desk. "Thanks so much for your time! I'll be sure to use my new found positions with the highest of responsibility."

"Just… leave…"

With another grin she collected her laptop and bowl of strawberries and sauntered between the men, walking away down the hall. Mickey ran his hand down his very red face. It was strange, seeing the villains stunned into silence. It was a rare occurrence, and he couldn't even enjoy it, too wrapped up in his own state.

"You were right boys…" the mouse croaked, "she's insane."

There was a beat of silence. Then-

"She did have nice legs though…" Facilier murmured.

"Oh shut up."

Mickey ignored their bickering, sighing and moving to his chair. On second thought, he moved the chair away, not quite ready to actually deal with sitting their quite yet. He was going to have someone clean that… with bleach… and maybe fire… better yet he might just get the new one he had been eying for some time. When Minnie asked why he'd just say that his old one broke.

Aaaaaaand that's it for now! Read and review and, of course, new ideas are always welcomed! You're all amazing and wonderful! Keep on reading and writing!

~Gal