Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
A Disney Fairies / Once Upon A Time Crossover
Season 1, Episode 3, Chapter 7

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Tina resented her big sister for abandoning her at home. Today was supposed to be her day to clean the bathrooms and vacuum around the house. Now Tina had to do all this work. When Claire came downstairs around noon, she had to explain that to her.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," her mother said. "But this time I have to agree with Val. Someone had to oversee the employees. For once she is being responsible."

"Hmph! Why does her being responsible mean I have to clean the house two weeks in a row?"

"Here, let me help," Claire said, taking over the vacuuming duties. "Why don't you run down to Granny's and get us lunch, okay?"

Tina gladly took the food run over the household chores. Despite how much she hated being left alone by her sister to watch over her mother and the house today, Tina brought a sandwich stuffed with lunch meat to Valerie at the renovation house. She was even thoughtful enough to bring chips and a Mr. Pibb, Val's favorite soda. Tina, however, ate the pickle spear on the way over. She knew that would needle her big sister. Valerie always loved the salty taste of the pickles. It was always her favorite part of a sandwich from Granny's.

~O~

"Hi, Mom, I'm home," she announced when walking in the kitchen door. Tina put the food down on the kitchen table and went looking for her mother. She found her sitting at the dining room table looking despaired and shell shocked.

"Oh no, now what happened?" Tina asked.

Lying on the dining room table was the front page of The Daily Mirror.

"I hope that Sheriff Graham finds that tablet soon," Claire said. "This is going to hurt business so much."

Tina sat down next to her and tried to perk up her spirits. "Mom, I'm sure everything will turn out just fine. You've gotten us through some tough spots in the past, you can get us through this one, too."

Claire gave her youngest a big hug. "Thank you. At least one person still has faith in me."

They both put aside their problems for the moment and ate their meals. Claire voiced a concern about Valerie. Tina said she took her sandwich.

"Oh how sweet of yo-. Wait did you eat the pickle?" Claire said.

Tina shook her head no, but the smile on her face said yes.

Claire rolled her eyes and said, "What am I going to do with you girls?"

PIXIE HOLLOW, NEVER LAND (The Restoration Period on the Mainland)

The door to the tavern office swung open. Festus exited and then closed the door behind him. Vidia had been kept waiting for a good while. The sun was very low in the horizon, its yellow light fading to a bright red glow.

"Well?" Vidia asked sharply. "Is Swift going to become his own favorite girl?"

"We talked," Festus began. "He didn't agree with me. I told him you worked too hard to be denied. He said there were rules and they had to be followed."

Vidia glared at him. "Is this description of the conversation going to take longer than the actual conversation?"

Festus leaned against the railing, slouching a bit next to the angry flyer. He bobbed his head back and forth, smooshed up his face, hemmed and hawed before finally answering her.

"Nnnngggggggyyaaa, you got your feather. I finally got him to admit he never told you the time limit rule. But you cannot discuss this with anyone. Not even with other talents, they might flap their big mouths to one of our own."

"Deal," Vidia answered quickly. Festus presented her with the coveted purple feather. Vidia took it, eyeing it with much satisfaction. She smiled a bit.

"How do you intend to wear it?" he asked her.

"I'm going to add it to my new clothes," she said. Vidia disliked the flowery dress she was wearing. It got in the way of fast flying. She had already asked the dressmakers to fashion a tight, formfitting dress without all the fluffy petals. "The feather should make a nice belt."

Festus smiled. "I like your style."

Both looked out across the sky and watched as the sun dipped behind the distant horizon. The sky turned a fiery red with hints of yellow and orange.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked.

She nodded happily. "Umm hmm."

When the bright colors dimmed and the sky turned dark he offered her an invitation. "Come on, let me buy you a drink to celebrate. Maybe some dinner, too, you look hungry."

"Thanks. I am," she replied. In their guild's tavern, Vidia and Festus had a few drinks, ate a nice dinner and afterwards talked and laughed and had a wonderful time together.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Emma Swan, Mary Margaret and Sheriff Graham Humbert had spent hours searching through the wooded areas outside of town. The woods were both beautiful and treacherous. Tall pine trees covered in green moss grew everywhere, some of their trunks were huge, and detailing how long some these grand trees had been growing here. Logs and large boulders littered the ground. They were also covered in the moss turning them slippery and making a hike through these areas difficult and dangerous. A slight mist added to both the beauty and the challenge of navigating through the forest.

The group had been following a rather obvious trail, but when it went off the road Sheriff Graham had to resort to more old fashioned methods of tracking. Mary Margaret wondered why Emma didn't lead the search since she seemed so good at finding people. Emma had to admit that the people she tracked down usually wound up in places like Las Vegas, not the backwoods of small towns. Mary Margaret smiled at Emma's unusual description of her work.

"How did you wind up doing that?" Ms. Blanchard asked. "Looking for people, I mean."

Emma had spent most of her life looking for people.

"You were looking for your parents?" Mary Margaret clarified. "Sorry, Henry told me you were, well, that you came from the same background as he did."

Yes, Emma had indeed spent a good deal of time searching for her real parents. It just felt natural for her to pursue finding people as a career choice.

"Did you ever find them?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Depends on who you ask," Emma answered cryptically. Mary Margaret knew what she was talking about. Henry and his wild theory that she and John Doe were her parents. Mary Margaret felt sympathy for this lost girl. No parents, no family, no attachments, no history. No place to call home.

A noise in the shrubs behind them caught their attention. A second later, Henry emerged.

"Henry? What are you going here?" Emma asked, scared for his safety.

"I want to help," he answered.

"Where's your mother?"

"She dropped me off at the house and then drove off," he replied.

"Well we need to get you back home," Emma said, "or your mother will kill me. Then you. Then me again."

"But I can help you find John Doe," Henry insisted. He then looked at Ms. Blanchard. "He's looking for you."

Not this again, Emma thought. Yet Henry continued to press his case. He stated that John Doe was heading towards the troll bridge because that was where Prince Charming first fell in love with Snow White.

"Henry," Mary Margaret said in a kindly voice, "that's the last thing I read to him."

Then Sheriff Graham called to them. When the two women and the boy joined him, he pointed to a clue he had found. John Doe's hospital wrist ID. It had been removed and was lying on a branch. Worse yet, it was smeared in blood.

~O~

A knock at the back door brought Tina bounding through the house. Clarence had called to notify her he was off work and was coming over to show off the car. She was so excited. From the moment he told her about his new vehicle, Tina had been wondering, even fantasizing, about what it could be.

Was it a Ford Mustang? She would look so cool in the passenger seat of one of those iconic sports cars.

Or maybe it was one of those new Chevy Camaros like in the Transformers movies. Tina hated those films, but loved the vehicles showcased in them.

Then her heart skipped a beat, perhaps he bought a Dodge Challenger. Those looked so sweet!

Chills went down her spine when the knock came.

She swung open the door and nearly jumped out of her skin. "HI!" she greeted excitedly.

"Hi," he answered. "Is your Mom here? I see the truck in the backyard."

"Nope, she went to an appointment with Dr. Hopper," she answered. Doctor Whale had called the therapist and asked that Archie Hopper see Claire as soon as possible to treat the causes of her anxiety. She had driven to his office in their old minivan.

"Oh, okay. I thought she might like to see it, too."

"She's not really a car person like I am," Tina admitted. Indeed, Claire wasn't. Tina, however, learned at the feet of her father how to do things like change oil, spark plugs, filters and many other user serviceable parts in an automobile. With her father now gone, she took on the role of auto mechanic when regular maintenance was required.

"Well, ready to see the new car?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tina said, bouncing up and down on her toes.

"Alright, here she is." Clarence stepped aside so Tina could get a view of his new set of wheels. One look and she stopped bouncing. Her jaw fell slack, her eyes nearly popped out of her head. Tina was speechless.

"Well? What do you think?" he asked her, beaming with pride.

Tina curled up her nose, her eyebrows quirked and she could barely contain her disappointment. "You bought a Pontiac Aztek?!" she asked.

"Yeah, isn't it great?" he answered her.

"Its…, its….," Tina wanted to say it was a horror, a tragedy on four wheels, a boneheaded purchase of the most monumental proportions, but how could she say those things to the boy she had admired since her freshman year in high school?

The Pontiac Aztek was the single most god-awful looking vehicle ever inflicted on the American automobile consumer since the AMC Gremlin. Its sharp edges, gray wrap around body cladding, pig snout like nose and truncated back end was supposed to be cutting edge. The Aztek's intended buyer was a younger crowd looking for something different and edgy. The vehicle even had optional accessories designed to add to its sport utility functionality, such as a tent which extended the back end and turned the SUV into a modest camper.

Unfortunately, massive amounts of executive meddling, coupled with it being overweight, underpowered, with mediocre handling and average ride along with an exterior so frightening that even small woodland creatures would run from it in fear, led to it being attached to many lists with titles like "What were they thinking?" or "Worst mistakes of the year" and "Worst automobiles in history."

Sales were so poor and the press surrounding the vehicle was so bad that it earned another dubious distinction. The Aztek became known as the vehicle that killed the Pontiac brand.

"It's…, it's…, different," she said, trying not to offend. "Not my first choice, but it is very…, bold. Yeah, that's it. Bold."

"When Pontiac first announced the Aztec, I fell in love with it," he told her. "I've always wanted one."

"WHY? I mean…, I mean, why yes. Why wouldn't you want one?"

"Oh and hey look at this." Clarence opened up the rear door. It wasn't a single lift gate, like most other SUV's, but a hatchback with a pull down door. Inside was the tent which would fit over the lift gate. "See, we could go camping in the woods outside of town."

"We?"

"Yeah, I know how much you like a good adventure so I thought we could go camping together some weekend," he told her. "Then we could hike the woods, or do some bird watching. Maybe we could go fishing or take small boat out just the two of us?"

"You bought this… for me?"

"Of course," he answered.

"So does this mean that…, that?"

"That what?"

She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to ruin their strong friendship. "That you think of me as more than just a friend?"

Clarence took her hand in his, looked into her eyes and with a smile answered, "You're my best friend. And best friends do fun thing together."

"Oh." Tina was sick. She had misread him.

"But who knows, maybe we can be more than just friends," he added. "I just wasn't sure how you felt about it."

She smiled back. Her heart skipped a beat. Clarence bought a Pontiac Aztek just for her and she couldn't be happier. They sat on the drop gate and held hands while gazing into each others eyes.

~O~

Sheriff Graham led the small search team towards the old Toll Bridge. Someone had vandalized its sign, using a permanent marker to add an "R" between the "T" and the "O" turning Toll Bridge into Troll Bridge.

Mary Margaret and Emma swung their lights down into the shallow waters of the creek that ran under the bridge. "Look! Someone's down there," Mary Margaret yelled.

At the water's edge, half submerged was a man in a hospital gown. Sheriff Graham immediately called in an ambulance. Emma and Mary Margaret splashed through the creek to the unconscious man in the water. They turned him over. It was John Doe, but he was not breathing.

"Wake up!" Mary Margaret yelled, shaking him. "Come back to us. Come back to me." She began to administer CPR. Emma hid Henry's face from the horror, not wanting him to see a dead man, if John Doe was in fact deceased. However, a moment later, he resuscitated. The first thing he saw was Mary Margaret who kept saying, "I found you. I found you."

Emma could not believe it, but Henry was right about where to find the escaped patient. Mary Margaret, while not yet a believer in the boy's fantasy world, seemed quite smitten by the handsome John Doe. This only confounded Emma even further. Ms. Blanchard was not Snow White and John Doe was not Prince Charming. They were not soul mates. Henry, however, viewed these events as proof that his theory was correct.

~O~

Back at the hospital, Mary Margaret couldn't have been happier to see John Doe returned to the care of Dr. Whale and the nursing staff. Last night, when her date with Dr. While ended in disaster she was worried that she might never find true love. Now her eyes sparkled as though it were in reach with the now fully awake John Doe.

Unfortunately when Emma, Mary Margaret and Henry entered the ICU where the man was being kept, they saw a blonde female in the room with him.

"Who is that woman?" Emma asked.

"That is Kathryn Nolan," Regina informed them. "She is his wife." John Doe, it turned out, was David Nolan.

Mary Margaret was crushed by this news. Henry was wrong, he wasn't her soul mate. There was to be no true love with this man and she felt terribly foolish for getting her hopes up.

Kathryn exited the ICU to thank Mary Margaret, Emma and the sheriff for finding her lost husband. She explained that she and David had a falling out several years earlier. Kathryn took the blame for not being more supportive and understanding. They separated. Assuming that David had left town, Kathryn never thought to look for him in Storybrooke.

Dr. Whale added that while David was now fully awake and in good health, his memory was still blank. He had no memories of his life or family. There was no explanation as to why David suddenly woke up. Only that he did and in a state of delirium went looking for something.

"Or someone," Henry added, looking directly at Ms. Blanchard.

He insisted that David was looking for her. But seeing the man with his wife, she could no longer believe him. Yet, even as Kathryn and David embraced, he looked at Mary Margaret. There was a connection, Ms. Blanchard could feel it and so could David. It was written all over his face. But Mary Margaret had to deny it, he was a married man and she would never find true love. At least not with him.

Emma, on the other hand, was incredulous and thought it impossible that Mayor Mills could so quickly, almost magically, find David's wife. Especially when he had been in a coma all this time. How was it that in this small town no one made any kind of remarkable effort to track down his family?

"Storybrooke is bigger than it looks, Ms. Swan," Regina answered. "It's very easy to get lost here."

Regina credited Ms. Swan's idea of checking the security recordings for finding Mrs. Nolan. More recordings were viewed. Late at night it was discovered that John Doe would sometimes call out for someone named "Kathryn." It was rather easy to narrow down the possibilities from there. True love had won out, she told Emma. And she felt enlightened. This episode reminded Regina how lucky she was to have Henry in her life. "Because not having someone would be the greatest curse of all."

These words cut Emma deeply. They reminded her of just how lonely she was. And how much she had been isolating herself from the people around her. People who cared about her.

~O~

"I'm worried about Valerie," Claire told Dr. Archie Hopper. Mrs. Kensington was sitting on his couch. They were in his second floor office that overlooked the main street. The room looked more like a formal study or a library than an office, complete with wonderful wood paneling and a real fireplace. It was warm, homey and comforting. "She is becoming more and more defiant and rebellious with each day. She hates me and I can't understand why."

Dr. Hopper nodded. Then, in a soft, friendly and nonjudgmental voice said, "Maybe I should talk to her. Get her perspective on these matters."

"Do you think it will help?"

"It certainly won't hurt."

"Okay, I'll bring her with me next session, Dr. Hopper," Claire said.

"I think we're going to make some real progress," he said.

"Thank goodness I've got Tina," Claire added. "I feel like I've found someone I can rely on to be there for me when things get tough. I haven't had that in a long time."

~O~

Sitting on the drop gate of the Aztek, Tina and Clarence held hands and were French Kissing. They had shared kisses before, but those were innocent and friendly pecks on the cheek. Tonight they were no longer just friends, but taking their first, tentative steps into the world of a romantic pairing as boyfriend and girlfriend.

~O~

At her apartment, Mary Margaret sat on the wrought iron stairs that led to her upstairs room. She was fiddling with a ring on her finger. It was a beautiful ring with a gold band and green stone. All she could do was fixate on how badly things had gone for her today. She had never felt lonelier.

The doorbell rang. When she answered Mary Margaret was rather surprised to see Emma Swan standing in her doorway.

"I know it's kind of late," Emma apologized. "But I was wondering if that room was still available?"

Mary Margaret invited her in, her frown turned into a smile. She no longer felt quite so alone.

~O~

Regina had been distracted all day today. The events surrounded Mary Margaret waking up John Doe, a.k.a. Prince Charming, had alarmed her. The curse she had unleashed on the Enchanted Forest to bring everyone here so she could have her revenge was beginning to weaken. Someone was responsible, but Regina didn't know who that was just yet. Although she couldn't ignore the coincidence that time started right after Emma Swan arrived.

She put Henry to bed, chiding him for his poor judgement and disobedience. She went back downstairs to the kitchen for a drink to help her relax. Reading the newspaper for the first time today Regina became aware of the incident between Claire Kensington and Desiree Collingsworth. She found it quite amusing that Queen Clarion was having a little spat with one of her own.

Picking up the phone, Regina called Sydney Glass, the reporter credited with the story and her inside man at the paper. "Sydney? This incident between Kensington and Collingsworth, keep me informed with any changes, will you?"

"Of course," he replied.

"Excellent." Regina took a sip of her drink. She had to keep vigilant. Snow White ruined her life, but Queen Clarion had kept her from undoing the damage.

Whew, boy that was a long episode. But it is now complete. Next chapter will begin Episode 4.

I hope you enjoyed this entry. Thank you for reading. Please leave a review.

Note: I'm thinking of moving this story to the crossover section after the next episode or two. Thoughts please.

BTW, there really is a Pontiac Aztek, it really is uglier than sin and if you do a Google or Yahoo! image search you'll see just how scary ugly it actually is.