Disclaimer: I sadly do not own house of anubis, once upon a time or the lunar chronicles, but I guess thats a good thing since you wouldn't want to mess with perfection.

Sweat dripped from Nina's forehead to the floor. She'd been in the shop all day, cleaning, stacking and working at the register while Joy fixed port screens after port screens. The shop was firing in heat but least she wasn't alone in the job, she thought.

Her hands were sorer than ever underneath the leather glove. The metal of her cyborg hand rubbing against her flesh, parts were unscrewing and wires were becoming to show. She worried about how long it would take until the entire thing came apart completely. Oh how embarrassing that would be.

The bell rang, Joy jerked up at her desk in hope that it was the prince. It's been almost two weeks since she'd meet him and she knew the logical thing to do was forget and move on because it was probably only a onetime thing but couldn't. What if it were more than that? What if they could actually be something? Joy thought, she hoped deeply.

It was a boy. Not a dark haired, blue eyed boy named Fabian. A boy with ripped jeans and a hoodie. He was dark skinned and carried a port screen in his hand, he walked up to Nina at the register. Placed his port screen down.

"Can I get this fixed here?" he asked, Nina nodded pointing him in the direction of Joy who was digging through her tool box. "Thanks" the boy said to her, he walked to Joy's desk. Nina following shortly behind.

"Can I help you?" Joy asked, the boy explained to her what was wrong with it. He told her about how he needed it back soon. Joy took out her port screen and recorded this information asking questions as she went.

"Name?" Joy asked not looking away from her screen.

"Jaymes McCormick" He was lying. A red light blinked in the corner of Nina's cyborg eye, this only happened when a person way lying. He was lying, but why? She ignored the light, remaining natural.

Joy asked for his ID number. The red light appeared. His phone and address. The light continued to blink. Now Nina was curious. Why was he pretending to be someone he wasn't? Who was he? She did a quick search, pulling up the net screen in her eyes.

JAYMES MCCORMICK, OF SOUTH AFRICIA

ID#0089236578

BORN 14 MAY 2129

There was no more information. He wasn't on any social media. He was important enough for news articles or anything. But that can't be possible Nina thought. Why is he lying about he is, who was he?

He left before she could say a word, Joy went back to working. Should she tell her? No, Nina convinced herself it didn't matter. What he was up to didn't concern her, or joy, or Evelyn. She should just leave it along.

What if it does concern her, or Joy or Evelyn. What if he had something on that screen, it can easily be tracked down here. What if he's doing something so illegal it could put the entire country in danger? Convincing herself it didn't matter failed. That's all she could think. How'd he get the ID chip anyways? She wondered and wondered.

"But Sir, you've been working on this for years. We've been funding your research. How do you possibly still not have the slightest amount of clue to what the cause of letumosis is? Or how to cure it?" Prince Fabian was annoyed. Victor Rudamar seemed to have been wasting his time, his father's time, and the countries time. "And now you want more funds?"

"I apologise, but this disease has so much more… layers than I thought." Victor explained "It's going to take a little more time, equipment… funds to continue the research. I think I'm close, I really do."

"You think you close?" Fabian through his hands up in the air. You got to be kidding me, he thought. "Think? I don't want a maybe, Victor. I want a hundred percent, not a chance. Not a maybe. A for sure, you convince me of this and I'll give you funds. Until then, I'm afraid this isn't the case." He stormed off.

Its official, I've become my father he thought. He was tired, he was stressed. He wanted to take a nap and not wake up until he was ready, however long that would take. He sat in his father's study. Photos of past Kings were plastered on the walls. He couldn't be a King, he still didn't know how to be a prince and he had that title since birth. Soon his own portrait would be hanging there because soon he would be King and he wasn't worried for himself, No, Fabian was worried for the good of the country. He could hardly choose what he wanted on his lunch sandwich, how he would be able to make decisions that affected the entire country was too much, too fast for him.

Bekka, his android entered "Incoming communication for Crown Prince Fabian of England from Queen Patricia of Anubis."

What could she possible want now? Fabian wondered in annoyance.

"Thank you, that is all" He told the droid who turned around and rolled away. The French doors of the study closed and Fabian sat in his father spin chair taking a deep breath before he turned to face the net screen.

"Screen, accept comm" He ordered.

Patricia's face appeared revealing her natural smirk. It seemed like she had only two different expressions, one with the smirk and one with a death glare. Her auburn hair was straight and her makeup was natural, she wore black clothing and jewelry.

"Prince Fabian." She smiled a fake smile,

"Queen Patricia, how may I assist you?" Fabian managed in his sweetest voice, smiling his sweetest smile. Or at least he attempted to.

"The alliance"

"Oh yes, so how would you like to go about it?"

"May I propose a marriage?" Fabian eyes grew wide. "Your father and I, before his tragic passing were talking. We figured why not? It would keep our countries bounded."

Fabian tried to keep calm. Oh how he hated her and her people deeply after what happened to his mother, how dare she think of marriage between the two? He'd rather a cat claw out his eyes internally.

"That's an idea." He responded, this made Patricia smile.

"Great so it's settled, I'll be there so week can talk in person in maybe… a week. Yes?" before Fabian could even form words in his mouth the queen has said her goodbyes. It was settled, he had a week to prepare for hell but he felt as if nothing can help him now.

A plague, a marriage, a kid brother to raise, and a country to run. Fabian dreaded the day of his coronation, they day he would officially be crowned king. The day his entire life as he knew it would officially be something else.