Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
A Disney Fairies / Once Upon A Time Crossover
Season 1, Episode 4, Chapter 1

The events described take place before, during and after the fourth episode of the first season titled "The Price of Gold."

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Even with the reassurances of her youngest, Claire still felt the uneasiness in her stomach every time her cell phone rang. The story on the front page of the Saturday edition of The Daily Mirror was doing its damage. Several clients with small jobs pending called to inform her that they were hiring someone else to do the scheduled work. Today alone, Mrs. Kensington had already lost two lawn mowing jobs, a kitchen faucet replacement and a shelf installation at the house of Albert Spencer, Storybrooke's District Attorney. He informed Claire that if her employees were indeed responsible for the theft he would look into pressing charges against her if she were not be able to make proper restitution.

"Damn lawyers," she muttered under her breath after hanging up the cell phone. "They always want to sue the little guy because they know we can't afford to defend ourselves."

Claire opened the today's newspaper and began looking through the classifieds section. It was the extra thick Sunday edition. If Mrs. Collingsworth's iPad wasn't found soon, her business would fail from lack of clientele and she would have to look for a regular job. That is, if anyone was willing to hire her.

The business Claire Kensington owned was a sole proprietorship. In essence, the company was not viewed as a separate legal entity from the owner. Any profits made were claimed as part of the owner's personal income tax. Further, the business owner was held personally responsible for all debts should the company fail and could not pay creditors in full. If Claire did not have the money to pay what Kensington Contractors owed, then her property could be seized and sold to compensate those who loaned her money or sold to her on credit.

Just the thought made her shudder. Claire sighed and wished she could have formed an LLC or PLLC. An LLC and PLLC were forms of Limited Liability Companies in which each investor's financial liability was limited to the amount that person invested into the business. No investor could be held personally responsible for the entirety of money owed by the LLC to creditors except under very special circumstances. Unfortunately, it was too late to do that now.

Well, at least it will be fun to watch the bank and Mr. Gold fight it out for the house, she mused. The smile on her face lasted only five seconds. That was how long it took for the phone to ring again. Another cancellation.

PIXIE HOLLOW, NEVER LAND (The Late Victorian Period)

Rosetta the garden fairy and Sled the winter animal sparrow man were perched atop a tall pine tree in the Frost Forest area of the Winter Woods. It was late at night and the frost fairies who practiced their talent in these trees had since retired for the evening or were carousing at their guild's tavern on the others side of the forest.

The two lovers were gazing skyward at the full moon and shimmering stars. Sled wrapped his arm around Rosetta's waist and pulled her close. She was dressed in her winter coat and stockings. Rosetta was a proper garden fairy and, as always, wore a dress, never pants or leggings. She had kicked off her warm, cotton lined winter boots so she could rub her feet against his. Both were snugly wrapped inside a blanket.

"Oh, isn't the night sky beautiful, Sled?" she asked him.

"Umm hmm," he answered.

"The stars are really sparkling tonight, too," she breathed.

"Yes, but they don't sparkle nearly as brilliant as your eyes," he added.

She cooed, laying her head onto his chest. She heard the constant beating of Sled's heart. Rosetta felt comforted knowing that it beat only for her. Sled responded by kissing her gently on the top of her head. Ro hadn't felt as wonderful as she did in this moment. It was sheer bliss.

A few minutes passed and Ro turned to look up at the night sky again. "I wonder," she mumbled.

"What? What did you say, Ro," Sled asked her.

"Oh nothing. I was just wondering if Tinker Bell were looking up at this very same night sky," she said.

Tinker Bell had left Pixie Hollow to go on adventures with Peter Pan more than eight seasons ago. She and Terence had a terrible and very public falling out not long before she left. Everyone knew the disintegration of her relationship with the dust keeper was the impetus for her leaving with the magical human boy. If they had remained together, Terence would have been the anchor that would have kept Tink in Pixie Hollow.

"I wonder what she's been doing." Sled muttered innocently.

"Oh, the usual," Rosetta answered. "Fighting pirates, scaring the cannibals and having wars with the Indians."

Sled laughed. "You almost sound like an authority on Peter Pan."

"Heh, yeah. Old boyfriend."

"Heh, heh. Wait? Did you say 'old boyfriend?' Peter Pan is one of your many exes? Ro, he's a human boy!"

"Oh don't worry about it, Sugarpie," she said kissing him on the lips. "It's not like anything happened 'tween us. That's what I get for trying to make a boyfriend out of a twelve year old. He was too interested in pirates and having fun to really notice. I just hope poor Tinker Bell isn't setting herself up for a fall just like I did. She had that same look in her eyes every young girl gets when they first meet him."

"Even you?"

"Even me." Rosetta got an amused look on her face. "Are you jealous of that boy?"

"No! Not exactly. Well, maybe. A little."

"Don't be. It's all behind me now. You have nothing to worry about, Sled. It's just you and me from now on."

A smile stretched across his face. He reached into his pocket and pulled from it a small box. He gripped it tightly in his hand. His heart beat faster. She noticed.

"Shoog? Is something wrong?"

"Ro, I have a question for you."

The garden fairy began to look nervous. "What is it?"

"You love me? Right?"

"Wha? Of course I do. Now why would you ask such a silly question?"

"I love you, Ro. With all of my heart," he said.

"I know that, too," she said.

"Rosetta, our relationship has hit a…, we are at a point where we can't…, what I'm saying is…"

"What exactly are you saying, Sled?!" Rosetta asked, looking particularly unnerved.

He sat up and held out his hand, displaying the small box. With the other hand he opened it, revealing a sparkling engagement band. Then he said, "Rosetta, the fairy of my dreams, will you marry me?"

She exploded with squeals of joy and gleefulness. Rosetta held out her left hand so that Sled could put the ring on her finger. She wrapped him in her arms and kissed him eagerly.

Then the excited garden fairy launched into the air and started to fly loop the loops, cartwheels and then spun about like a top. Her pixie dust went flying everywhere. Descending back to the tree she landed right at his feet, standing toe to toe with him.

"So is that a 'Yes?'" he asked.

"Eh, I'll have to think about it." She started to grin from ear to ear. "Of course it's a yes, sweetie pie." Ro and Sled embraced each other mightily.

"Oh, I can't wait to tell the other girls about this," she said. Eventually, her words began to run together like the incoherent babblings of a child.

"Ro, Rosetta slow down, you're going to burst something. Stop." But she kept on babbling. Finally, he took her into his arms and kissed her long and hard.

When they parted lips she cooed, "Oh my-y! I'm going to like being married to you."

Sled laughed, then they kissed. And then some more, and more still. All in the pleasant glow of the full moon.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

"It's Sunday and that sticky fingered woman still hasn't returned my iPad," Desiree was saying to her assistant. Her thick southern accent on full display. Dee, as she was sometimes called, flicked her hair, always aware of her status as an on air personality. She had to put on a show for her dedicated fans no matter where in Storybrooke she went. She loved every minute of it.

Her assistant, Portia, an attractive but serious looking blonde in her late twenties was acting as a chauffeur today. Portia had brought Desiree to the local ice cream parlor to scout it as a location for shooting. They had arrived in Ms. Collingsworth's new and very expensive Mercedes-Benz S63 AMG 4MATIC sedan. A vehicle with a starting price tag of $139,000 (US Dollars), though Desiree preferred to lease than buy.

Desiree knew next to nothing about cars, but she loved to talk about the S63's "specs." All she did was regurgitate the same information the salesman told her. It had a hand crafted V-8 engine that generated 577 horsepower and could attain 60 mph from a dead stop in 3.7 seconds. Of course, she had no idea what any of that meant, but it sounded impressive enough to her and to anyone who asked.

Desiree's producers were interested in highlighting local shops. They wanted a place with charm and character. A place that the residents of Storybrooke frequented. That was why she made the ice cream store her first stop. It was a popular gathering place for individuals, couples in love and families. Desiree should have been in a better mood. This place had all the desirable qualities she and her producers had been searching for, but all she could focus on was her missing tablet.

"I tell you, Portia, if I don't get my computer back by nightfall I'll eviscerate that woman on television tomorrow morning," Desiree said angrily.

"Perhaps you should consider withholding your opinion," Portia advised. "Mrs. Kensington may sue for defamation if you go too far. Then you would be seen as the villain and she would be viewed quite sympathetically."

Desiree stopped dead in her tracks. "Ooh, you're right. I better get my lawyers on this. You're a lifesaver, Portia." She reached into her pantsuit pocket and withdrew her iPhone to contact her attorney.

Before dialing a single number, Desiree started to admire her reflection in the glass. She turned her head to one side and the other, playfully flipping her red hair. Then she looked at her whole body in profile. She pushed up her bosom and made smoochie faces at herself. "Be straight with me, do you think I would attract more viewers if I got breast enhancement surgery?"

"Only if you are interested in attracting lonely single men who download porn all day," Portia answered. Desiree had asked that question of her at least once a week. Portia didn't have to stop and think about her answer anymore, she just spit it out like a well-rehearsed line.

"Oooh, I don't have that demographic, do I?" Desiree answered, excited at the prospect of increasing her ratings.

"The real question is, do you want to attract that demographic?"

"Oh, Sugarpie, I don't care who's watching as long as they're watching."

Desiree needed to increase her numbers because other morning shows were taking away viewers. National cable shows like Dr. Phil, syndicated fair such as reruns of I Love Lucy and ESPN 2's sports themed Mike and Mike in the Morning were popular among likely viewers in Storybrooke in that time slot. The producers of Storybrooke This Morning needed to pry those viewers from their favorite shows and convince them to switch to the local talk show.

Highlighting popular venues in town was one idea that won approval in production meetings. Desiree's idea for increasing the size of her bosom was entirely her own. She thought it might make for a popular running storyline. Portia was afraid it might backfire and lead to a decline in viewership over what she imagined would be dubbed "Boobgate." So far, Portia had been able to convince her employer not to go through with the procedure. However, with ratings hitting all-time lows, she might not be able to keep Desiree from undergoing that foolish surgery.

"I think I'll run this idea by my producers this afternoon," Desiree said. "I've always been unhappy with my figure. I want to look like a woman, not a boy."

"You look very much like a woman, Dee," Portia answered. "You made this year's list of most eligible bachelorettes in Storybrooke, remember?"

"I remember, and I wasn't even in the top ten," Desiree spat. "Do you know why that waitress Ruby Lucas took the number one spot in the poll? Boobies! I want to be number one in this town and if it takes boobs the size of Buick Roadmasters then that's what I'm going to do."

"Then you might want to schedule a back surgery to go with those giant melons," Portia added. "You're going to need it. And by the way, Ruby took the number one spot because she's a tramp. So if you want to be number one in the reader's poll of The Daily Mirror, you're going to have to sleep with half the men in this town."

"Do I look easy?"

"With those giant boobs you will?"

"Good, that's what I want. To look easy without having to be easy. What helps me top that reader's poll will also help bring in more viewers. I'm going to get that surgery. Oooh, then I'll need a whole new wardrobe. I can do an entire week of me shopping to my heart's content. Now that, Sugarpie, is a win-win situation."

Portia sighed and rolled her eyes. "I have a bad feeling about this."

~O~

A second before Desiree and Portia were to enter the ice cream parlor a panel van with the words WINTER'S HEATING painted on the side drove up. It turned into the parking spot next to Desiree's car and pulled a little too close for her comfort.

"Hey," Desiree yelled. "Hey, you. Yeah, you jarhead. You nearly scratched my brand new Merc-."

When the door to the van opened out stepped the most breathtakingly handsome man Desiree had ever laid eyes on. He was tall, well built, with dark hair, a strong chin and piercing eyes. "Hi," he said with a deep, masculine voice.

"Oh my," Desiree gasped. She smiled and giggled at him. A woman who was paid to never be at a loss for words, couldn't think of a thing to say. The man walked passed Desiree. Her eyes stayed fixated on him the entire way. He stepped to the door before stopping. He turned around, a concerned look on his face.

"Can I help you?" he asked. She grinned uncontrollably, shaking her head in a way that made her red hair jostle playfully. It wasn't intentional, but the effect was the same.

He smiled back at her. "My name is Ned," he said, introducing himself.

"Ohmythat'sperfect!" she all but shouted out in one breath. "I mean. Nice to meet you. I'm Desiree."

"From Storybrooke This Morning, I've seen your show."

"Oh, it's gratifying to meet a fan," she cooed.

Ned took her hand in his, pulled it to his lips and gently kissed her fingers. "It's been a pleasure." Ned then turned and walked into the ice cream shop. Desiree fainted into Portia's arms, who struggled to keep her employer upright. Unfortunately, the tiny woman couldn't support the weight of the limp TV star and both ended up sprawled on the sidewalk.

"Are you putting on weight?" she asked the unconscious Desiree. "Yeah, I think you're putting on weight. Just my luck."

I do hope you are enjoying this story so far. Thank you for reading and please leave a review.

Scorecard:

Portia = Viola

Ned = Sled

Desiree = Rosetta