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

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Now who in their right mind would sell a used Harley-Davidson motorcycle for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars? Hartley Winter asked himself. Must be a printing error. Hartley took a sip of his coffee when his eye caught the ad below the one for the motorcycle. What he read wasn't an ad, but a short article about the Collingsworth woman finding her iPad.

"Well now how about that," he mumbled.

"How about what?" a lovely oriental lady with long black hair and a sweet, almost shy voice asked. She was the manager of the seafood restaurant where Hartley was having lunch. Her name badge read "Misty."

He showed her the article. "Can you believe this was printed in the classifieds?" he asked. Misty scanned through the quick article.

"Well at least someone got back their iPad," she said. "Now if they would just hang that awful Kensington woman for stealing the other one I would be happy as a clam."

"This is it," Hartley told her. "This was the iPad that was supposedly stolen by Claire Kensington. It wasn't stolen at all, but misplaced."

"Really?" she asked, leaning in to read the story again. "Well I'll be a shucked oyster that is the same one."

Hartley had a thought. With permission he quietly went around the restaurant and showed everyone the article. Most didn't make the connection. Only one or two remembered that Claire was involved and was now vindicated. Not one of them had seen the article because it was in the wrong section. He understood immediately that this mix up would mean that Claire would still be viewed as a thief in the city. Hartley dialed his cell phone.

She never answered. Instead he just left a simple message. "Hello, Claire? This is Hartley Winter, would you please call me back. It's rather important. Thank you." He left his number with the message and hung up.

Hartley folded up the paper and began his meal which the lovely young oriental woman, Misty, brought out to him. While eating, Hartley gave some thought to his impromptu survey. Simply telling Claire wouldn't be enough. Her name had to be cleared. Hartley decided he would be her knight in shining armor…, again. He called up Penny and asked her to look up the original article from the Saturday edition from the newspaper's internet archives. Then he asked to find the tiny article from today's paper. Finally, he asked her to find an appropriate photo of Mrs. Kensington. One that made her look motherly and caring.

"Okay, now here is what we are going to do," he instructed.

~O~

Valerie arrived at the house of Kyle Lindwurm, a young man of twenty five. He was tall at six foot four, with bright blonde hair and shocking blue eyes. He was also very wealthy and the one who bought her the motorcycle as a gift for her last birthday. Kyle was a day trader and had amassed a small fortune from his work. It was difficult and stressful, but Kyle was not one to back down from a challenge. He horded his money and spent very little of it. His home was not expensive and the interior was sparsely decorated. Valerie had come across this young man in high school when it was discovered that they shared a similar interests: flying and speed.

When it came to earning his money, Kyle didn't tolerate interruptions. Valerie was one of the rare exceptions to that rule. She was infatuated by him and him by her. When the door opened to his modest home Kyle was surprised to see Valerie. He grabbed her in his arms and picked her up. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and they kissed deeply.

"You came, I thought you gave up on us," he said putting her down.

"My mother forbid me from seeing you," Valerie answered. "But I'm sick of her rules. I want to get out of that house."

"Where would you go?"

"I've been planning something," she told him. Valerie had been eyeing many places where she could escape from what she considered her overly demanding and hateful mother. In her room, hidden away from Claire's prying eyes, was a shoe box filled with maps, brochures and printouts of several cities detailing cost of living, rent, job opportunities and more. She had narrowed it down to places such as Cleveland, Ohio; Charlotte, North Carolina; San Antonio, Texas; Phoenix, Arizona; Jacksonville, Florida; Portland, Oregon and a few places in Canada like Toronto and Vancouver.

"Why so far away?" he asked her.

"So my evil witch of a mother can never find me," she answered. "Kyle, I want you to come with me."

Kyle took a step back from her. This was a truly shocking development. Moving meant giving up his day trading activities while on the road. It was also an expensive endeavor. "I don't know, Val. I can't give up my work so easily."

Valerie was dismayed. "Which do you love more? Me, or your money?"

Kyle didn't give her an answer right away. If he had to think about it, Valerie knew deep in his heart what the answer was. "Fine, keep your blasted money."

"Wait, Val, move in with me. Live here."

"No thank you," she said. "You made your choice, Kyle. I move in here with you and I'll be in the exact same situation I am with my mother. She loves my sister more than me, and you love your money more than you love me. What's the difference?" Crushed, Valerie drove off on her bike, forced to go back to her mother's home. Kyle was her last, best hope for escape. Now more than ever she felt completely alone. Along the way, however, she made a detour.

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

Sled had to suck it up. He stood there in the heat of the Summer Gardens wearing a dress, Tinker Bell's snow machine working overtime to keep him comfortable, while the garden fairies under Rosetta's guidance adorned him with strings of the colorful blooms. He looked, and felt, fairy whipped.

But this was not about giving into Rosetta's demands, but about opening the lines of communications. By giving her what she wanted Sled hoped to engage her in conversation to find out why she was acting so strangely.

"Okay, girls, now try this arrangement across her, I mean, his chest," Rosetta said. "And what a chest it is," she added, whispering it to Chloe who snickered.

Chloe, a young garden talent who arrived a few months before the border law between the warm seasons and the Winter Woods was withdrawn, had been Rosetta's partner in the Pixie Hollow Games that same year. She helped Ro to overcome her fear of mud and getting dirty and together they were the first Garden Fairy team to win the games in Pixie Hollow history. They two had become minor celebrities during the interim between games. Today, with their victory long behind them, they still remained good friends.

When the flowers were laid across Sled's chest Chloe giggled. "He looks very queenly," she said to Rosetta, who chortled along with the other garden fairies.

Sled just took a in a deep breath and sighed. Then decided to show he could laugh at himself and joined in. With the best, feminine voice his deep tones could muster, Sled began to imitate Queen Clarion. "Girls, girls," he said, lightly clapping his hands to get their attention. "I love what you've done today, but I think you should include some blue to represent the Winter Woods…, and Lord Milori." Sled added some wistfulness to his imitation when he said Milori's name.

The garden fairies stared at each other for a moment, then collapsed in peals of laughter. "That was perfect!" Chloe said with a gleeful tone. Her voice was a bit smoky, but it tended to pop and squeak when she spoke. Particularly when nervous, excited or happy.

"Girls, make sure that the flowers and my crown don't clash," Sled continued in his imitation.

The fairies laughed even harder.

He then held one of the strings of blooms and added, "This won't make my butt look big, will it?"

They laughed even harder, then suddenly stopped.

"What? Did I go too far?" he asked in his regular voice. That's when he saw the shadow on the ground. Two grand butterfly wings filtering the sunlight. "The queen's behind me, isn't she?"

"Yes, I am," came her soft voice. "But not too close, I wouldn't want to bump into my ample behind."

"O-oh flit."

"Now, now, let's have none of that language," Clarion said. "You do know that there is a penalty for impersonating the queen."

Sled looked nervous, his body began to quake. Petals began to shake off the blossoms he was wearing. "What…, what would that be, my generous queen?"

She smiled. "The performing talents are doing a revue of the history of Pixie Hollow this season. I would like you to portray me in the show. And I had better be impressed by your performance."

Sled gulped hard. "Eep!"

A wry smile came across the queen's face. "Oh, Sled, I'm just teasing," she said with a laugh. "Now why don't you let me try on those flowers?"

A gigantic sigh of relief emanated from his lips. Sled and the garden fairies then carefully removed the blooms he was wearing and gently put them on Queen Clarion. "Oh, it's beautiful. Garden Fairies, you've outdone yourself this year. But I think Sled is correct, a little blue for the Winter Woods and Milori would be a nice addition."

"Huh, well what do you know," Rosetta said. "All it needed was a man's touch. Ironic, isn't it?"

Chloe and the other garden fairies giggled.

"Ro, can we speak privately?" Sled asked her. She agreed and the two walked into a corner of the gardens away from the others.

Queen Clarion leaned over to one of the other garden fairies and asked her, "This doesn't make my butt look big, does it?"

"No, my queen, it is very slimming," she answered.

"Oh good."

~O~

"Sled, I'm so happy you came," Ro told him.

"Rosetta, do you love me?" he asked her.

"Well, of course," she answered.

"Then why did you need me to prove it to you?"

"What? I wasn't asking you prove anything."

Sled spoke to her in a gentle voice. "Rosetta, I set up the owl ride and dinner so we could spend some romantic time together. You, me and a spectacular light show. Ro, you've always said you wanted to see the Northern Lights, so I was giving you what you wanted. I wasn't trying to control you."

"Oh, Sled, that's so sweet of you, but I have other things I have to do, you understand?"

This was a profound about face for Rosetta, who just earlier today was infuriated after the same conversation. Sled began to wonder if the woman he loved so much was unstable in some way. Her friends all told him she was as level headed as they come. The only thing he was told that ever gave him cause for concern was her long list of former boyfriends. Now he wondered if he was about to become the next in long line of exes.

"I understand, Rosetta," he said looking rather dejected.

"But you're right, I shouldn't have to test your love and I need to make more time for both of us," she added. "Let's try again. Please?"

Sled's mouth turned up in a smile. He took the ring out of his pocket and slipped back on her finger. "Now how about that owl ride?"

"I'd love it," she said enthusiastically.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Valerie walked into a tattoo parlor. Two people, a man and woman, both in their early thirties walked out of the backroom. He was tall with black hair with a self assured look to his face and posture. She was shorter, with blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, but with a gentler look to her countenance. Both were covered in tattoos from their necks down.

"How can we help you?" the girl asked pleasantly.

"I want a tattoo," Valerie said.

"Slash does good tattoos," the guy said striking a pose.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I'm Lace," the girl added.

Valerie quirked an eyebrow. "Slash and Lace? What, you couldn't land a guest shot on American Gladiators?"

Lace cracked up. Slash, not so much. "Slash is not amused. Slash doesn't offer his art when not amused."

"Slash sound like Tarzan, only dumber," Valerie snapped.

"She got you there, Slash," Lace told him. "Don't mind doofus of the jungle, here. I'll be your tattoo artist today. What can I do for you?"

Valerie pointed to an airbrushed piece of a giant demon with stretched out leather wings and arms raised in triumph as reds and oranges lit up the background like the fires of Hell. "What's that one, it looks familiar."

"Oh that's Chernabog."

"Who?"

"Y'know, from the 'A Night On Bald Mountain' sequence at the end of Fantasia?"

Valerie nodded her head. "Ri-ight. I want that one."

"Where would you like it? Arm? Leg?"

"Back, from top to bottom. Covering the whole thing," Valerie said.

"Okay, well that will take plenty of visits for all the layered work. Let's set up an appointment for your first visit." Lace told her. "Ever had a tattoo before?"

Valerie shook her head no.

"Well, it's very painful, so you will have to be prepared for it."

"I don't care, I'm used to being hurt."

Yeah, another new chapter. Hmm, so what do you think Hartley's plan is? And will Valerie get her tattoo or will Claire stop her before it's too late?

I hope you like this one. Thank you for reading and please leave a review.

Misty = Silvermist

Slash = Rumble

Lace = Glimmer

Kyle Lindwurm = ? (It's a surprise, but there is a hint in his name)