Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
A Disney Fairies / Once Upon a Time Crossover
Season 1, Episode 2, Chapter 3

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

The Daily Mirror, Storybrooke's only newspaper, had an article concerning a young woman named Emma Swan. A visitor who had destroyed the town's historic road sign last night because she was drunk. Claire could not believe what she was reading. The article, a front page piece, cast the visiting Ms. Swan in the worst possible light.

"They ought to run that woman out of town," Claire mumbled while eating lunch. What she and the rest of the town did not realize was that it was a hatchet job. A libelous and almost wholly fabricated article written by the paper's lead reporter, Sidney Glass, at the request of Mayor Regina Mills.

Regina had employed Sidney to do some investigating into Ms. Swan's background. She wanted to learn as much as she could about her in the hopes of finding something scandalous enough to scare Henry away from the Swan woman. Unfortunately, he had found almost nothing of use to her.

~O~

After lunch, Claire packed up her eldest daughter and drove to The Rabbit Hole to pick up the girl's motorcycle. On the way, Valerie spotted a blue Dodge Ram panel van.

With a sneer, Valerie said, "There goes your boyfriend, James Bond."

Claire looked out the window and saw the van. On its panel it read:

Winter's Heating
HVAC Installation and Repair
Hartley Winter, Owner / Operator

Valerie was still giving her attitude.

"He is not my boyfriend," Claire replied sharply. "And just because he is British does not make him James Bond."

The van turned off the main street and into a residential area.

At the bar, Valerie reclaimed her motorcycle and drove it to the work site. Claire followed closely in her truck to ensure she did.

PIXIE HOLLOW, NEVER LAND (Approx. 950 A.D.)

Usually they met at the border every day at sunset. Today they met in the afternoon. The Lord of Winter had a grand idea: skating. The winter border ran along two of the warm seasons, touching both the Spring Valley and the Autumn Forest. Only the Summer Glade was excluded as it existed on the far side of The Hollow between Spring and Summer.

The border itself was a physical divide, a river fed by run off from mountain snow. The water cut through the earth between the three seasons, leaving sheer walls that were deep to a fairy or a small animal. Fortunately, fairies could fly.

And skate.

In between the earthen cliffs the river moved between the warm and the cold. The change between the seasons was like a curtain, leaving one half of the river frozen solid while the other was warm, flowing water. This is where Lord Milori and Queen Clarion had their date. His idea was simple. He would ice skate on the frozen side while she would water skate on the warmer side, their hands touching where warm turned cold.

They fluttered their wings which propelled them across the river. Clarion smiled when she looked across at her love. The wind whipping through this snowy what hair. The queen, who always kept her hair in an up do style, pulled down her honey brown locks letting them flow with the air that rushed passed. He laughed a bit, she never looked so beautiful. When they approached the Autumn / Winter border they stopped. He pulled up close to her and, holding her arm high, watched as she spun on the water's surface. Her dress flared out and her lovely hair whipped around.

She slowed and Milori wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, pulling her in tight. "You were magnificent, Ree."

Clarion's eyes narrowed. "Tell me, how did you come up with that name? Ree?"

"It was the sound my heart made when I first laid eyes on you," he told her.

"Good answer."

He smiled, leaned in and kissed her lovingly on those beautiful red lips.

"Should we?" he asked, motioning to the Autumn / Winter border.

"It's cooler over there," she said. "I would need a sweater."

"Oh," was all he said. They gazed into each others eyes. Both could see the longing in the other. They wanted desperately to be a part of the other's world. But they could not cross the border. A warm fairy's wings would freeze and break in the Winter Woods. A cold fairy's wings would become hot and wilt under the hot sun of the warm seasons before tearing. It was cruel quirk of nature that kept them apart.

Instead, they turned and skated back through the Spring / Winter border. Their hearts both swelling, and aching, with the love they had for each other.

Later in the evening, they shared a lovely dinner on the bridge where they always met. The talked and laughed and kissed. Then they snuggled, watching the sun set in the distance. After saying their goodbyes, each went back to their own worlds and responsibilities. On his way to the Winter Castle, Milori began thinking about what Ree had told him. The Autumn Forest was cooler. Maybe, he theorized, it would be cool enough for a winter fairy.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Emma found herself in jail again, she knew exactly why.

The Sheriff had arrested her after Dr. Hopper reported that Emma had stolen Henry's medical records. She was stunned by the accusation, but not entirely surprised. This stunt had Regina's fingerprints all over it.

Indeed, Regina Mills used the phony arrest to try and convince Henry that Emma was a dangerous woman who was trying to tear them apart. Her pleas had the reverse effect. Instead of making Henry fearful of Emma, he enlisted the aid of his teacher, Mary Margaret Blanchard, to bail Ms. Swan out of jail.

"Why are you doing this?" Emma asked the elementary school teacher.

"I trust you," Ms. Blanchard replied. Emma didn't exactly know why. Henry, however, did.

THE ENCHANTED FOREST, RUMPELSTILTSKIN'S PRISON

Queen Regina had to know why the Dark Curse didn't work. She stood in front of him, The Dark One. But with Rumpelstiltskin, everything came with a price. His fee: to be wealthy and comfortable in this new world of Regina's. Secondly, if he should ask a favor of her, she could not refuse him as long as he said "please."

The evil queen agreed since he would have no memory of this conversation or the contract. With the deal struck, the answer was simple. The stallion she sacrificed was not the thing she loved most. It was something else. Regina just needed to figure out what that was.

Before she left, he also informed her of the visit he had with Snow White and Prince Charming and detailed that their child would break the spell.

~O~

Back at her castle, Regina understands what she loves most, or rather whom. Her father. He tries to reassure her that she could find love again. Regina doesn't believe that she can and tears his heart out, killing him.

Tears trickle down her cheeks. "Sorry, Daddy."

She returns to the caldron and recasts the spell. This time she is alone. This time it works. At her father's grave she lays a black rose. His name was Henry.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

At the high school, Claire is waiting for her youngest to exit. The mother of two was in a bit of a pickle. Valerie was giving her attitude again. However, Claire had promised Tina ice cream last night. If she bought ice cream for both girls, she would be rewarding Valerie's bad behavior. To exclude Val would be give the older girl further reason to disobey her mother. Life was difficult enough without all of her drama.

Ever since Tina was born Valerie felt that her mother paid extra attention to the younger girl. At first, Claire thought it was just sibling rivalry. When Charlie passed away, her attitude turned for the worst and she had been rebelling ever since. Her latest stunt involved hustling patrons at The Rabbit Hole, usually at the pool table or dart board. How that girl learned to play either of those games so well was beyond her.

Valerie was very athletic as a child, playing sports for Storybrooke Middle and High Schools. She displayed excellent body control, hand-eye coordination and in situation decision making. Her room still had the shelf Charlie built to display her trophies. There were no more trophies after Charlie died. It was like her spirit died with him.

Maybe I'm too harsh on her, Claire thought. Or maybe I'm being too soft. Valerie was twenty four and legally an adult. She was responsible for her own actions. Yet she never went to college and wasn't interested in looking for work or doing anything else with her life. Except for that ridiculous fantasy Valerie kept nursing about learning to fly.

~O~

The last bell rang. Tina grabbed her backpack and made a beeline for the door. Once outside she saw her mother's work truck idling next to the curb. Walking towards the old beat up vehicle she spied the postman delivering mail to the houses across the street from the high school. The mailman was Clarence; a blonde haired, blue eyed nineteen year old Adonis. Clarence looked her way and waved. Her heart went pitter patter. She blushed, her cheeks turning a beet red. Tina smiled at him and waved back, mostly just curling and uncurling her fingers.

The two had shared the same Physical Education class her freshman year. He looked absolutely magnificent in those cut off t-shirts he wore while climbing ropes, running laps or just standing there. She always went weak in the knees around him. Tina had wanted to ask him out, but she could never get up enough courage to talk to him. Clarence did notice her, though, smiling in her direction several times. Then one day, he spoke to her.

"Hi, Tina, you dropped your pen," he said holding a chewed up ball point pen.

"Thanks," she breathed.

He knows who I am! He knows who I am! She shrieked with glee inside.

I didn't occur Tina that her name was stitched to her backpack. It didn't matter, he knew who she was!

They met a few times in the lunch line and even sat together once in a while. He liked her eyes and her cute pigtails.

She liked everything.

Last year, for the annual senior prom Clarence, a graduating senior, invited her as his date. Tina had to pinch herself, several times, to make sure she wasn't dreaming. It wasn't a dream, although it felt like one.

"Tina! Tina!" Her mother's voice shook the girl out of her reverie. "Let's go!"

Clarence watched her get into the beat up work truck. She felt totally humiliated.

For those keeping score:

Clarence = Terence

Three guesses who Lord Milori is, and the first two don't count.

I hope everyone enjoyed this installment. As always, reviews are welcomed. Thank you.