As clear as ever, the Winx appeared on the crystal ball. They were all in their apartment at Alfea, in their dorms and Darcy pointed to Bloom and Flora's room. The room appeared where Bloom and Flora were, the medicine sitting on the table- it was hers, the mark bearing the name of the shop. Darcy looked closer, and then stared at an open window.

"Perfect," she announced, rolling her sleeves and opening the window in the office.

"Bring it to me!" she shouted over the winds blowing in the room. Papers whirled and the crystal ball showed an image where the bottle lifted and zoomed toward the window. Darcy drew her gaze away to the sky where she could see…

…the bottle flying toward her and knocking hard onto her hand. Darcy held it tightly and looked at the crystal ball. It was the same scene except the bottle was gone.

"Oh my God, it worked!" she cried, looking closely at the bottle in her stinging hand. "And least I could do something about it and Icy couldn't…this is incredible!" She looked back at Flora, sleeping. Now it was time to summon a correct antidote…how to do that? Before they were awake? And how would they know?

The answer was right where she had picked up— by summoning the ingredients!

Later—

Never had Darcy thought she would be doing something nice in her life, but now was an emergency situation. She didn't have to tell Icy or Stormy, she had just sent it off where it landed on Flora's table again…just a few inches off, but it didn't matter. Like Bloom or Flora ever remembered the exact position.

Darcy didn't mention it, but wiped the crystal ball of the image of the dorm. That was when Stormy stepped in and registered the smiling Darcy. A tall glass of something purple was in her hand.

"You're back," she said. "Why so early? I thought your shift ended at 6."

"Yeah, well I just forgot something," Darcy said cheerily. "What's with the drink?"

"Well, the drinks here taste disgusting and I decided to mix some ingredients together to get this," Stormy took a sip from the glass. "-Tastes much better than that mud."

"Well, you could put that to use by making some for us all," Darcy shrugged and hurried to her bedroom. Icy was just waking up.

"Had a busy day?" Darcy said coldly. She would never forget what Icy did to her shop.

"What are you talking about? I just woke up," Icy demanded, glaring at her suspicious. Something told Darcy that she was telling the truth.

"Well then, did you forget about my shop?" Darcy asked. Icy squinted at her.

"Oh that. Yeah- go on to work. I won't tell you off or anything, at least you laid off a bit." Icy shrugged. "And besides, how could I take the fact you've copied me by making more success? After all, we've stuck together for 6 years."

"Why not?" Darcy asked. Icy began to laugh.

"Icy, don't you ever stop laughing?" Darcy asked, again with the questions.

"That's what Stella said a year ago," Icy's mouth twisted into a smile.

"I remember," Darcy looked at the clock ticking. "I have to go, though." She sighed and walked out.

"It's time to open," Darcy snapped her fingers at the sign and it disappeared. Then she unlocked the door as she had in the morning and examined her half demolished shop. She remembered in her last year at Cloudtower, they had learned to wreck a shop and to clean it up. Maybe Icy did wreck her shop…but, Darcy wasn't accusing.

"Here's the clothes rack-"

The rack flew in place.

"With all the rings-"

The rings landed on the hooks and the glass displays.

"Put the glass back on the displays-"

Like an automatic puzzle, the broken pieces flew together and became one glass cube that slid over the display table.

"The scarves, bottles, necklaces, tiaras-"

They zoomed to their places.

"Row of labels, and the…"

Darcy named all the jewelry in her shop and it mended or returned to where it was. And lastly,

"The ceiling. Fix and paint."

The caved in plaster smoothed, the paint restored, the hangings flew back and decorations rolled over. The walls cleaned and returned to their normal dark color.

"Great," Darcy announced, a bit tired but happy. "Oh, and the lights-"

The lights flew to the ceiling.

"Now, the store is open." She unlocked the door and flipped the open sign, racing to her counter.

"Wow, this is a busy week," Darcy scanned the list of names and new featured items.

"I should get started now." She put the tag on with her fake name, Carmine, and began to collect her bag behind the counter where all her newly invented things were. Then she spotted a whirling mini storm that spread over 150 feet from a disk thrown into the sky. Stormy would have loved to see the destructive aftereffects.

"Hmm, someone requested a pair of boots with gemstones. I should work on that for a later project-"

She heard the door open and looked up. Someone walked in with a curious expression. This was good business.

"Are you looking for something?" she asked, folding her hands over the paper. It was always the same, and always would be.

A/N: And with that, Darcy's Dark Jewelry Shop ends. I know it was abrupt, but I will do one for Stormy soon. Any ideas what Stormy's will be? I hinted some throughout the story, so please review your thoughts on the ending or the story altogether! :)