A/N: I haven't watched season 3 in a long time, so some facts may be incorrect, like after the Omega Dimension and Bloom returns they stay at Cloudtower. But just try not to pay attention to that and enjoy! ;)

"And then what did you do?" Stormy asked Darcy as Darcy retold what had happened. But she didn't say why she did it.

Blue and gray spun around the new scarf she was sewing as she replied, "Put the necklace in her back. This better be a fatal poison- even though it's not necklace based I can straightforward."

"It better be!" Stormy said. "I can't wait to hear it— does Icy know?"

"Nope, her jealousy problems are what spoil it. I can't tell her anything, so…" Darcy shrugged and folded the scarf. "I have work today, Stormy, can't stay and chat!"

Stormy raised an eyebrow and watched her pack and disappear, then picked her glass of juice up and took a sip. She spat it outfit and put it down. "The drinks here are horrible!" Then, in her mind, a much better drink appeared.

Stormy got up and walked away, ready to make it.

Darcy hurried up the stairs and unlocked the door to her shop. She opened it and saw that it was a mess. There was jewelry, ties, pins and bottles knocked over the floor, the glass in the displays shattered and what brought her horror, the ceiling wiped white of plaster.

"This…" she began and stared up, not wanting to look at the back room.

"Who the hell did this?" she shouted, pointing toward the mess, and made it instantly clear. "Ugh, this is…just…ICY!"

What made her say "Icy" was the ice that had wound around one of the poles.

"- A disaster!" she stared around. "Or was it…the Winx?"

The day flooded back to her, Stella and Bloom coming to her shop while Layla, Musa and Tecna searched around Magix for a solution. All those gift bags and…a bright necklace made by Darcy!

So was it even in the right bag? Oh no…it wasn't even Flora's it was-

God she was stupid. It had been Icy all along. Darcy avoided ever bringing her thoughts, but her shop was such a problem that she and Icy were on constant wars?

Even with their Gloomix it wasn't like this…

The bag was sitting in the center, untouched, and just sitting there, mocking her. Darcy ran over and peeked in. Yes, it was the right bag, just as she'd remembered putting in the necklace— the very same necklace.

She couldn't even touch it, so how was she supposed to know? If it did work… Darcy thought, but it had to, I gave the poison to them right?

So what if Tecna, Layla and Musa already had found one better? Bloom would argue of course, based on the information, and if they had found the same, then Stella would cut in that her shop looked like a murderer's shop and they would compare the two and really find out…

And then they would know it was Darcy…

"I am the most unfortunate of all the Trix," she said out loud.

No, it can't happen. It can't. I am NOT going the same way as Icy. She thought, closing her eyes. All this for nothing— she had tried to do something bad and it didn't work?

Couldn't…

Yes, but it had before, right? A voice broke in her head.

"Could be," she said out loud. "So I won't lose hope… they'll probably be onto me… how can I possibly avoid this?"

But she already knew how- it was simple. And the answer was back at Cloudtower. Darcy summoned a sign with the words, "Closed due to an appointment."

She teleported back.

Stormy was gone, Icy was sleeping, Valtor was gone, all the witches of Cloudtower were sleeping…this was perfect timing. Darcy slipped into Griffin's office, went to the crystal ball, and announced clearly, "Show me the Winx!"