Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
A Disney Fairies / Once Upon A Time Crossover
Season 1, Episode 4, Chapter 6

PIXIE HOLLOW, NEVER LAND (The evacuation)

"Come on, Cheese, move along, move along," Rosetta bade the little mouse. The sassy garden fairy was delivering the first load of grasses, reeds and other items for Tinker Bell to fashion her ice gondolas. Cheese led a group of cart pulling mice who were bringing the much needed materials to the Winter Woods. When she reached the border, Rosetta handed over several pages to her opposite number, a winter garden fairy who was responsible for the plants and trees that grew in the perpetually snow covered region.

When the announcement was made that Pixie Hollow was coming to an end in two days, it struck everyone with such a force. Many were stunned into paralysis, others became numb and showed no emotion at all, while some wept uncontrollably until consoled enough to work towards their escape. Rosetta, instead, became worried about what would happen to her love, Sled. The winter fairies were having to evacuate to the north, towards a distant island where the average annual temperatures would be cool enough to keep them safe from losing their wings. England was far too temperate and the summers would be dangerous times for the winter fairies.

Now it seemed that she would lose the one sparrow man she truly adored. Rosetta had many other suitors in her life, but none of those relationships lasted. With Sled it was different. Or at least it seemed that way until recently. His attention and adoration of her seemed to be waning and Rosetta could not understand why. Now with this looming disaster Ro felt a sense of loss that she had never known before.

Rather than go back to the gardens and gather more materials she instead asked the frost fairies at the border to frost her wings to protect them from the cold. From there Rosetta fled deep into the Winter Woods and sought out her love. Along the way she saw the warm and cold season tinkers working spiritedly on their ice gondolas. She also witnessed the giant bison being herded towards the warm seasons. She inquired and learned that Captain Hook was willing to take the animals north to one of the small islands where they could graze under the watchful eye of human caretakers.

Captain Hook and his pirates did not immediately believe Peter Pan when he told them of Never Land's impending demise, but the seriousness in Peter's voice convinced him otherwise. Pan was a young boy prone to cheery playfulness. The somber maturity he displayed when speaking with Hook was so unlike him that the pirates could not deny the gravity of the situation.

Finally, the redheaded garden fairy found her dearest love. He oversaw the gathering of the animals for the impending escape. They were to be loaded onto the ice gondolas and shipped far north with the Winter Fairies. She approached, calling out to him.

"Sled! Oh, Sled. What's going to happen to us?" she asked him, terrified of what the answer might be.

"Go away, Rosetta!" he barked. The garden fairy was surprised by his rebuke of her.

"What?! Sled, can't you see what's going on around us?" she asked rhetorically. "Pixie Hollow is going to be destroyed, how can ask me to leave?"

"You've done a good job of leaving before," he said angrily. "You've had plenty of practice."

"But why? I love you. You love me."

"No, Rosetta, that's the problem. You don't love me," he said. Sled stopped herding the snowshoe rabbits. Then he turned to her and spoke with a firmness of conviction she had not heard in his voice in sometime. "Now you listen to me. These last few years have been a waste for me. You've become more and more selfish and self-aggrandizing. Lately when I've suggested something for us to do, you refuse to do it. But if you have an idea no matter how crazy it is, I'm not allowed to turn it down or suggest something else. Everything has to be all about what you want."

"Oh Sled, if that's all that's bothering you-." He cut her off.

"There's more," he said. Sled shoved his face into hers. Rosetta had no choice but to recoil as he spoke with increasing resentment. "Twice you've agreed to marry me and twice you teased me. You played your games and ran your little tests of my devotion. You treated me like I meant little to you except as a toy to order around and make you happy. You actually had me believing that you wanted to be my wife, then you found worthless reasons to back out."

"Then let's get married now," Rosetta pleaded. "We can ask the Keeper to perform the ceremony."

"It won't change my mind, Ro. You'll be on the Mainland, I'll be far away on a snow capped island. We'll be married in name only. This is why I mean when I say you're selfish. You only want to do this so you can say you're married without any real commitment. You get what you want, and I'm stuck alone out there. It's just another game you play. Well I'm through. No more, Rosetta. I'm sick of your little games and I'm sick of you. Now get out of my sight. I never want to see you again."

"You can't mean that?"

"Yes, I can!" he roared. "Now go. You're a tease, a charlatan, Jezebel. You're nothing but a… a… fraud in a pretty red dress."

Rosetta was struck deeply by those painful words. She began to tear up. Rosetta could not believe what Sled had told her. She ran, flying through the Winter Woods, crying her eyes out. She raced into the warm seasons before finally crashing through her cherished gardens. "I'm not a tease, I'm not a Jezebel. I'm not a fraud. Why did he say those things to me?" she sobbed.

Finally, Rosetta took refuge inside the bloom of an open daisy. She curled up inside and pulled its petals closed around her. There she remained, whimpering, sniffling, crying and trying to make sense of what just happened.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Mayor Mills was finishing her makeup as she apologized to Henry for having to go to a scheduled city council meeting on Saturday. She disliked it as much as he did, but as mayor she had to attend. Henry was to do his homework, not to watch the TV. And he was to stay home.

He took that to mean stay away from his birth mother.

Whatever it may have meant to him that was what Regina ultimately wanted. "I'll be back at five sharp," she said walking out the door.

~O~

Emma sat on the floor of Mary Margaret's apartment. She was going through a few boxes that had arrived for her today. These were her possessions, shipped in from her now former apartment in Boston.

"That's all?" Mary Margaret asked.

"I'm not sentimental," Emma replied.

"Makes it easier to move," Mary Margaret added.

A knock at the door interrupted their conversation. Mr. Gold stood in the hallway, he asked to speak with Emma, alone. Mary Margaret excused herself and went into her bedroom to shower. Mr. Gold had a proposition for Emma. Ashley Boyd had broken into his store last night and stolen something from him. She had been rambling about changing her life.

Emma said he should just go to the police. Gold told her she was just a mixed up girl and didn't want to send her to jail. He wanted discretion. Ashley was pregnant and he didn't want to see her baby born behind bars. This statement cut Emma deeply. Henry was born to her in jail. She could sympathize with why Gold came to her and not Sheriff Graham.

Gold's proposition was simple. Ms. Swan was to track down Ashley and return his merchandise to him. Emma agreed, but not for Mr. Gold, for Ashley and the baby. Gold didn't care for her reasons only that it be done.

As the pawn shop owner went out the door he was greeted by Henry. He had snuck out of his house and come to Mary Margaret's place. When Mr. Gold left and the door was closed, Henry asked if Emma knew who that was.

Of course, she knew.

He was relieved because he was still trying to figure out which fairy tale character Mr. Gold was.

"Oh, I meant in reality," Emma answered. Henry had come to spend the day with Emma. His mother was gone to until five and he had most of the day to himself. Emma, however, didn't want him tagging along because she was working a job. She didn't want him in harm's way if things got sticky. Henry, however, insisted. "I just want to spend time with you," he petitioned.

"Oh that is not fair," she complained. Henry went along with her anyway.

THE ENCHANTED FOREST

Fireworks lit up the night sky over the castle. Cinderella was giddy. Every time those fireworks shot into the air it meant something grand was happening at the castle. Now those fireworks were for her, she told her new husband Prince Thomas.

During the dance at the reception Cinderella was greeted into the family by Thomas' father, the king. He hoped she would one day add to their happy family. The dance placed the women in a large circle. Men would move from stationary woman to stationary woman. The two would dance a bit then move on. It allowed for socializing and celebration. Snow White, however, broke rank and with a giggle congratulated Ella for showing that anyone could change their lives. "I'm so proud of you," Show told her dear friend.

When Ella moved on to the next man in line, it wasn't who she was expecting. It was Rumpelstiltskin, dressed impeccably for the reception. He was here to make sure that Ella was happy with her end of the bargain. It looked as if she had gotten everything she ever wanted. Ella was very worried by his presence. She knew how dangerous he could be. "What do you want?" she asked him.

Rumpelstiltskin was here to remind her of her part of the bargain. But he didn't want money. He wanted something else. "Something you do not yet possess, but that I know is coming." Rumpelstiltskin put his hand on her stomach. "…your first born!"

With those words he disappeared into the crowd, leaving Cinderella frightened for herself, her family and the love she had forged with Thomas. Would he reject her after finding out? She choose not to tell him.

~O~

Months later Ella was in her royal bedchamber, packing her bags. It was thundering outside as she threw clothes into a travel chest. Thomas unexpectedly entered the room. She thought he was hunting, but the bad weather changed his plans. He saw the packing she was doing and inquired if they were going somewhere. Backed into a corner, Cinderella had to confess what happened at the ball. It wasn't her fairy godmother who granted her wish, but Rumpelstiltskin. She had traded something for this grand new life she had.

"What does he want?" Thomas asked her.

"He tricked me," Ella replied. She thought he would want gold or jewels, but that wasn't it. Ella announced that she was pregnant and that Rumpelstiltskin wanted their baby. Thomas was shocked and horrified. Cinderella thought he would hate her. But instead, he said something very different. "He may have brought us together, but the love we share is entirely our own."

She was heartened by his words, but Ella was still at a loss of what to do about Rumpelstiltskin. Thomas had a plan, a simple one. Offer him a new deal.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Claire's cell phone didn't stop ringing all morning. Many of her former customers were calling to apologize and to reschedule appointments. She did receive one or two calls filled with hateful messages. They didn't believe the mailing and thought that it was some sleazy ploy to avoid prosecution. Claire dared them to check the newspaper's internet archive to find the misplaced story. That's when they would hang up on her.

There was always a couple of those people in every crowd, she mused.

Claire felt so much better now. However, she did not recover all of her lost jobs. Several like lawn work or minor repairs had already been scheduled with someone else or had already been completed. She estimated that only about more than half of her previous appointments had been restored. A few extra small jobs came her way, but it was still going to leave her with a budget shortfall in a couple of weeks.

Her visit to the hospital and then appointments with Dr. Hopper were costing her. Insurance paid most of it, but she was still responsible for the out of pocket expenses. Claire sighed, after figuring out all the outlays she had to make including employees, gasoline, equipment rentals, food, housing bills, insurance premiums, cable TV and internet, mobile phone plans and what she had to put aside for income and property taxes she was going to come up short on one very big payment. Mr. Gold.

She still had time, maybe some new work would come along to help. In the meantime she decided it was best if she and her girls ate at home more often and took lunch rather than stopping by at Granny's regularly. Poor Widow Lucas, the last thing Claire wanted was to alienate the woman after she had shown so much generosity.

Well, maybe a few lunches at the diner wouldn't hurt... too much.

~O~

On the drive to the diner, Emma asked Henry if he had seen the flyers that seemed to be in nearly every store window.

"Yeah, my mom had a fit over one last night," he told her.

"So who is this Claire Kensington?" she asked him.

Henry told her all he could remember. This was the same information she already possessed. He told her that he had been searching through his book of fairy tales, but couldn't come up with a match.

"Her daughter reminds me of someone," he admitted.

"Okay, who?"

"Promise not to make fun of me?"

"Henry, I would never do that."

He told Emma that Tina reminded him of Tinker Bell.

"What? You mean like in Peter Pan, Never Land and Captain Hook?"

"You said you wouldn't make fun of me!"

"You're right, I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "Why does Tina remind you of Tinker Bell?"

"Well, first Tina looks a bit like Tinker Bell from the book illustrations. Second, she has a fascination with tools and fixing things."

"Wait, by that definition Marco could be Tinker Bell," Emma said.

"But Marco isn't a teenaged girl with blonde hair," Henry reminded her. The one thing that did bother Henry was that nowhere in the stories of Peter Pan did it mention her having a mother. The first story that included Tinker Bell announced that fairies were born from a baby's laugh. Not the way people were born.

"Yeah, and what does a ten year old know about how people are born?" Emma asked.

"I know everything," he said. "The stork brings them."

"Oh the stork, yeah that's good. I'll go along with that one all day long."

"But with so many people in the world today, I can't imagine that there are enough storks to make all the deliveries," Henry concluded. "I'm thinking FedEx is involved."

Emma just laughed at this child's imagination. Now he was sounding like a regular ten year old.

She pulled her car into the parking lot of Granny's Diner and went inside to speak with Ruby. Since Ashely worked at the inn, Ruby might know where to find the girl. She found out very little, but what she did learn was that Ashley had family. However, she was not on speaking terms with her stepmother and two stepsisters.

Henry caught the stepmother and stepsisters part and suggested that Ashley might be Cinderella. Just pregnant. Something that wasn't part of the stories he read or the animated movie he had seen so many times.

Ashley was also trying to improve herself by taking night classes. Even though every person Ashley knew had absolutely no confidence in the girl. That's when a loud noise outside caught Ruby's attention.

"Billy," she yelled, "You almost broke my wolf thingie."

Billy was the tow truck driver and was delivering Ruby's old, red Pontiac Firebird from the shop. He accidentally let the winch go and the vehicle dropped about one foot to the street. Fortunately, the car and the delicate, glass blown wolf which hung from the mirror were both unharmed. Something he pointed out. Ruby was satisfied that her little totem wasn't broken.

Ruby also informed Emma that Ashley had an ex-boyfriend. Ms. Swan wanted to know if he was involved in her disappearance.

"That would mean he was involved at all," Ruby answered. Shawn had dumped Ashley the moment he found out she was pregnant. Emma got Shawn's address and went to see him. Maybe from him she could find out more.

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