Hey! Roxy Goth here, sorry for the delay, hope you guys had a good Christmas and are having a good 2017 so far.

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This chapter takes place directly after the last one. No time passes between the 6th and the 7th chapter.

See chapter 1 for the disclaimer and please enjoy.

Jafar was still sceptical as he and Cruella walked the short journey to Queenies castle, he was still trying to figure out how on earth the three women could be allies. Everyone on the island knew the three women individually, Maleficent obviously basically rules the island so you'd be crazy not to know her. Her daughter Mel was a little…creepy. The whole glowing eyes thing she did to freak well-meaning people who tried to talk to her out thing didn't help.

Grimheild AKA The Evil Queen or apparently Queenie to her allies, was known for making the best potions and also, despite the fact she was an evil villain, giving quite a good rate on exchanging items. She was also known for her apparently fabulous fashion sense and for never compromising on looks, despite the whole 'stuck-on-a-island' situation. Her daughter Evie always looked her best to.

And then there was Cruella. Everyone agreed that she was one of the local loonies, clearly her tale had done something to her brain department because she'd wander around the island talking to that ridiculous stuffed dog of hers ad occasionally stopping to talk to herself or to sing her own song softly. She was always dressed in black and white and never compromised on this. Back before Cruella ha transferred to Prince John's shop Jafar had been witness to a spectacular scene when Mother Gothel dared to suggest that Cruella would look good with some blue in her look. The women in question had stared at Mother Gothel, calmly asked she repeat herself and then when she did let out an ear-splitting shriek before scratching her across the face. If there had been a moment that convinced Jafar that Cruella wasn't all there, that was it. Anyway, her son Carlos was a skinny little thing who jumped about a mile high whenever anyone that wasn't Jay approached him.

"We're here." Cruellas voice broke Jafar out his thoughts. He looked up to see a fairly intimidating, blue castle that wasn't very high. Next to his the women reached out and knocked the door.

Meanwhile inside Maleficent and Queenie were talking about their respective daughters.

"I just don't get Mel." Maleficent was saying. "Some days she seems to get it and some days she doesn't. I don't get what's wrong with her. I blame it on HIM."

Grimheild's stirred her stone cold drink. "She is six, Maleficent. That might have something to do with it, they have good days and bad days. Evie's the same, even though she's only five. Sometimes she copies my teachings exactly and sometimes she tries to do it herself and the results if she does that are, let me tell you, my dear, horrendous." Suddenly she gave a laugh. "Do you know what she did yesterday? She tried to…" She gave another laugh, just as the doorbell rang. The two women ignored it. "She tried to use orange eye shadow with red lipstick. I mean can you imagine!? She looked like a trainee clown…"

The doorbell rang again. "Oh for the goodness sakes, who's that?" The first original villain snapped.

"I'll get it." Maleficent got of her seat mentally sighing in relief. Queenie could go on forever about make-up…

When she opened the door she was surprised to find Cruella AND Jafar outside it. So surprised in fact that she slammed the door in their face.

Outside Cruella and Jafar looked at each other.

"That doesn't usually happen." The black-and-white women said, before knocking again. "Maleficent? Queenie? It's Cruella, I've brought Jafar with me. And his son…Ray?"

"Jay." Jafar said, with a touch of irritance. "His names Jay."

Meanwhile inside the castle Maleficent was freaking out. "What is HE doing here!?"

Queenie got up of the chair with a surprised expression. "Not he who shall not be named?"

"No! The other him!"

"There's a lot of hims on this island, Maleficent, darling. You're really going to have to be more specific."

"Jafar! Ugh…the one villain who might be able to give me a run for my money…" Furiously Maleficent began pacing up and down. If I remember rightly he manipulated himself into a position of power, he was advisor to king, Grimheild!" The women in black stopped dramatically. "A king!"

"I thought it was a sultan?"

"You're missing the point, Queenie! You think you're a master of manipulation? This guy is your…equal, though I hate to say it. He had everyone's trust, everyone's. Potions are your specialty, disguises are his. The only reason he failed was because he got greedy. He wanted it all; he wanted to be a genie! Of course he forgot that genie's are confined to lamps…silly mistake for a great villain." Maleficent sighed before carrying on, ignoring the frantic knocks at the door. "The point is he's brilliant, so I have one question…why is Jafar hanging around with Cruella!? It doesn't make sense."

"Perhaps if you opened the door you'd find out." Queenie snarked. The she paused. "Wait…this is my castle! What am I doing? Out the way…" She shooed the other women aside before opening the door with a flourish. "Cruella, Jafar, please come in. Do take your shoes of; I really don't want mud tracked through my beautiful castle…"

Five minutes later, when Cruella had sent Jay and Carlos of to play with Evie and Mal, and the four villains were sitting round the table.

"So…" Queenie locked eyes with Jafar. "I'm assuming Cruella brought you here for a reason. Care to state your business?"

The ex-genie wasted no time. "I want some food preserving potions."

"Okay." Queenie leaned back in her seat. "And what do I get out of it?"

"I give her her ring back." Jafar nodded his head at Cruella.

Maleficent, who had been watching the scene with interest, sprung forwards in her chair. "What ring?" She demanded.

"My red rock I always wear, the shady toaster-man is wearing it, look!" And without warning Cruella grabbed Jafar's ring finger and yanked it up so the two other women could see it.

The only man on the group gave a yell of pain. "Watch it you black and white loony!" He snapped pulling his hand back.

"How did you get that?" Maleficent wanted to know.

"I got my son to steal it for me." Jafar said, bluntly. "He's called Jay, he's six, though he'll be seven soon. He's teaching her son, Larlos to steal." He paused, waiting for Cruella to jump in a correct Carlos's' name however that didn't happen and the women just kept on staring at the rock on his finger.

"Your son steals stuff?" Maleficent said, sounding very interested. "Hmm. I think I know how we can all be satisfied." The other three villains looked at each other and then back at her.

"You do?" They all said, together.

"Yes. It's got to work in a circle with giving and receiving, obviously. So Jafar, you give Cruellas stupid rock back, Queenie here gives you some food preservation potions. How many do you think you could give him Queenie?"

"How big's the rock?" Queenie asked, Jafar held his hand out and she inspected the rock. "Mmm. Quite small I see. Hmm. How much food do you have?"

"Not much. A couple of rotting chips, some sweets that I'm rationing Jay on. Some fruit that I'm also rationing us on. Er…that's it, I think."

"Okay." The evil queen made a quick calculation. "Okay, food parcel come at the end of the month…that's two weeks give or take. For that rock I can give you two that'll last you to the end of the month. One for the non-immediate deadline food, so the sweets and the chips, and one for the fruit. Does that sounds satisfactory?"

"I believe so." Jafar said, coolly.

"SO Queenie give you that, you give Cruella the rock back and then she's happy, right Cruella?"

"Yes."

"Wonderful. Now, I'd quite like you, or rather you're son Jay, to do something for me."

"What sort of thing?"

"If you listen I'll explain. I'm training my daughter Mal to be evil, although she's a bit 50-50 in it. She's not very good basically and I want her to become the best!" Maleficent slammed the table causinf th e other three to jump. She paused and took a deep breath before carrying on. "I want your son to teach my daughter how to steal."

"That can be arranged." Jafar leaned back in his seat and smirked. "What do I get out of it?"

"My castle is high up." The women in black explained. "I can see what everyone does. I cans see where people hide their things. Ever had trouble finding some people things?"

Jafar nodded slowly. "There's a couple that's escaped the whole stealing-and-selling-it-back-to-them-thing." He admitted.

"Your boy trains my daughter and I'll tell you were the stuff is. And this'll be a long standing arrangement. As long as he keeps up his part of the bargain, I'll keep up mine. Deal?"

"Deal." The shook on it.