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

The events following occur before during and after the sixth episode of season 1 titled "The Shepherd."

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

A garbage truck rolled up to the curb. One man grabbed a large, brown trash canister and pulled it over to the side of the vehicle. He flipped its lid over, turned it around and slung it up against a lifting arm with a special hook. The man stepped away, pressed a switch and the arm yanked the canister into the air and over the top of the truck. The arm jostled back and forth, emptying the contents of the can before setting the canister back on the ground. The garbage man pulled aside the large, brown can and put it back against the curb where he found it.

The entire sequence took only a handful of seconds to complete. The truck moved forward a few feet to the next brown garbage can and the entire sequence occurred a second time. Then, at the next trash can, for a third time. This process continued to the end of the block where the truck, driven by another man, continued on to the next block where the two man team systematically emptied out every garbage can on one side in only a couple of minutes.

This job was boring for the two men who operated the vehicle. Despite working in close proximity, they were isolated from each other. One in the cab driving the vehicle, the other at its side operating the arm that collected the trash. They resolved this by utilizing Bluetooth earpieces on their phones to maintain a running conversation during their early morning collection routine.

"Did you see that game last night?" Blake, the vehicle driver asked his partner. Blake was a young man, a bit shorter than his colleague. At age 22 he was slim, energetic, a health food nut and driven by a need to have fun while still young. After hours he could usually be found hanging out with the gang from the post office playing basketball, mini golf or Xbox video games. Unless there was an important game on television. Blake was a fan of the Celtics, Red Sox and Patriots. All three of these major sports franchises played in Boston.

"Yup, that was awesome," Chester, the arm operator replied. "The Celtics are looking good. Think they might win another title?"

"Would be nice," Blake replied. "But they have to get past LeBron and his new buddies in Miami."

"I cannot stand that guy," Chester said. "He actually aired an entire special about himself on ESPN just so he could announce to the whole world that he was leaving Cleveland to go to Miami. Talk about an egomaniac."

"Wish we had gotten him," Blake replied.

"Oh please, that jerk would have been toxic to the Celtics." Chester heard what sounded like chewing in his headset. "Hey, what are you doing? Eating?"

"Yeah, sure. Want some?"

"Dude, that is all you do in there. Eat and drive."

"So? I'm no different than you," Blake answered. "When you drive you sit in here and nibble on those cheese crackers all day."

"That's totally different," Chester replied, slinging another trash can into place and running the arm.

"No it's not," Blake retorted. "We both eat while driving."

"Yes it is. You eat that organic health food crap," Chester complained. "You stuff your face with grapes, trail mix and apple chips."

"Hey, at least the cab isn't filled with cheese dust when I'm done driving," Blake commented.

"No, it's got raisins in between the cushions and it smells like low calorie, diet water."

"What the hell is low calorie…? That's just plain old water. Quit making stuff up," Blake sputtered.

"It's that organic bottle juice crap you're always swilling," Chester replied. "Try something like soda once in a while."

"Hey, my body is a temple," Blake answered. "And here comes the high priestess."

"Oh no, not this again," Chester groaned, slinging more trash cans for the arm to dump in the truck.

"Yup, there she is," Blake salivated. "The girl of my dreams."

The truck passed by the Kensington residence. In the front yard was Tina Kensington and her sister, whatshername. "Oh man, I think I'm in love," Blake sighed into his Bluetooth earpiece.

"Uh, you do know she is underage," Chester told him. "You'll be in jail for a very long time with a bunch of large, angry men who'll be 'loving' you on a regular basis."

"According to Wikipedia, the age of consent in Maine is sixteen," Blake told him. "She is as legal as you and me."

"I think her mother would kill you," Chester replied.

"Hey, I'm not trying to seduce her," Blake answered back. "I want to marry that girl."

"Have you asked her out on a date yet?" Chester asked.

"No, I'm just waiting for the right time," Blake said with a sigh.

"Preferably when she graduates high school," Chester replied. "Or better yet, college."

"At least I'm not dating a psycho," Blake answered. "Speaking of which, how is your girlfriend?"

Chester was the opposite of Blake in many ways. A few years older at 30, Chester was more mature. He wasn't as lean as Blake and carried a couple of extra pounds, but made up for it with plenty of muscle. He also preferred to date within his own age range. Chester was in a steady relationship with the lovely Latina exterminator, Jo. They had been happily dating for more than two years now. Their relationship was stable and strong. Jo and Chester lived in the same neighborhood. They both spent most of their free time together. A typical evening together involved cooking dinner, watching a good movie, or going dancing or just sitting at the wharf and talking.

"Jo and I are taking it slow," Chester said as he slung the Kensington's trash receptacle into place for the arm to grab and empty. "We want a deep and meaningful relationship."

"Yeah, you want a deep and meaningful night in the sack," Blake interpreted. "Latinas are known for being a handful in the bedroom."

"Our relationship isn't there yet, you pervert," Chester answered. "Love making shouldn't exist in a vacuum. It should deepen the bond between two people who are already madly in love."

"Well she certainly is mad, alright," Blake answered sarcastically. "As I recall, she was chasing you around the house last week because you came home late."

"She is protective of her relationship."

"Oh, sure, Chet. You are such a coward" Blake said.

"I'm the coward? Uh, who here has an actual girlfriend, and not some fantasy he is too afraid to ask out on a date?"

"That sounds like a challenge," Blake replied.

"I dare you to ask her out," Chet stated.

"Fortunately for me, I came prepared." Blake waved at Tina as he did every time he saw her from his truck. Then he motioned for her to come over. The young girl jogged out to his truck. "Hi! How are you today?"

"I'm great, how are you?"

"I feel awesome now that I've had a chance to talk to you," Blake said. Tina blushed. "Here I brought something for you."

Blake handed Tina bag. "Mini muffins?"

"Pumpernickel mini muffins," Blake declared. "Homemade, all natural, organic and the best muffins you will ever taste."

Tina tried one. Her face brightened instantly. "These are great. Thanks!"

"You're welcome. Uh oh, it looks like your mother is calling you."

Tina looked back and noticed that her mother was indeed calling out to her. She was standing in front of the open truck door and looked a bit miffed. "I better go before she loses her temper. Thanks again for the muffins."

Tina ran back across the street and jumped into the truck. Her mother handed Tina her book bag. Blake just sat there, watching. "Okay, guy, we had better get going before we get fired."

"Huh? Oh yeah."

"I heard your conversation," Chester said over the earpiece. "I didn't hear you asking her for a date."

"Don't worry, it'll happen," Blake answered. "I'm just sweet talking her before I ask her out."

"Uh huh." Chester then feigned coughing, masking the word "coward" with each cough.

"Screw you," Blake replied.

THE ENCHANTED FOREST

King Midas was most impressed. Prince James, the son of King George, had slain the massive brute, a giant of a man in single combat. James' training, experience and cunning came in handy when he finally impaled the large man with his sword. Midas was in need of a champion. His land was beset by a dragon and every knight who dared to try and stop it had been killed. King George had his own problem. He was running out of gold and needed Midas to fill his coffers. James was going to be the catalyst.

The two kings, satisfied with the demonstration retired to the castle to discuss terms of the agreement. However, before this Midas offered a down payment. One of Midas' assistants stepped up to remove the king's special glove, but he was a bit careless.

"Careful," Midas told him. "Remember what happened to Frederick."

With the glove removed, his hand shimmered with magic. He touched the sword that James used to slay his opponent and it instantly turned to gold. Prince James was pleased that he had been able to do this for his father. His knights were grateful to have him as their prince. James, however, reminded them that the task was not yet done.

Indeed it wasn't, for seconds later James was impaled through the heart and was dead instantly. The giant which James had killed was not actually dead. Not yet. He regained consciousness enough to kill his opponent before succumbing to his wounds.

~O~

King George mourned the death of his son, but could not allow himself to weep long. If Midas found out that James had perished, the deal that had been struck between them would be void. George had called for help. It arrived in the form of The Dark One, Rumpelstiltskin.

King George's beloved wife could not bear a child. So they "adopted." Rumpelstiltskin had brokered a deal with a couple to buy one of their two boys. Twins. James was raised as George's son. In the intervening years, the queen had perished. King George had no hope except for the aide of The Dark One's penchant for making deals. The king, however, was not aware of the twin brother. Not until he made a new deal with The Dark One. In exchange for the location of the fairy godmother who was patron to the king, Rumpelstiltskin arranged to "adopt" the twin brother. David.

~O~

David was born a shepherd. He chased and outwitted a lamb, guiding it into the pen with the other sheep.

"Wasn't expecting that, were you?" he said, congratulating himself. His mother arrived home from the market. The grain merchant had a daughter who was ready for marriage, she told him, and her dowry was substantial enough to save their ailing farm.

David, however, maintained that he would marry for love, not money or convenience. His mother, though, insisted that he be practical. All of this talk ended as soon as Rumpelstiltskin appeared. Under the terms of the original deal, David could not be told of James, his twin brother. This news was a shock to David. Both that he had a twin and that his parents had sold James to this vile looking creature.

Even though the sale of James to the king saved the farm, David's mother insisted that her husband regretted the decision ever since and died with that regret. Now the farm was in need of another miracle. Initially, David didn't want to go through with this. If he accepted the agreement, though, his mother would be financially secure for the rest of her life and the farm would be safe. David ultimately agreed for her sake.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

"I said yes."

"You what?"

"I said yes!" Claire repeated, both excited and anxious. She was speaking with Granny and Ruby. The three women were standing at the counter. Claire had come in to have lunch with her girls, but she had to tell someone the good news.

"That's great!" Ruby said, energized that her plan had worked.

"Where will you two be going?" Granny asked.

"Um…, I was thinking we could have coffee here and talk for a while," Claire said rather sheepishly, almost as if asking permission.

"After the dinner rush it gets awfully quiet in here," the restaurateur hinted. "A good time to sit and talk."

"Thanks, Granny," Claire answered. "I haven't dated in such a long time. I'm pretty rusty."

"You'll be fine. Just be yourself," Granny told Claire.

"Yeah, and if you need an outfit, I'll be glad to offer my advice," Ruby added.

Ruby's grandmother just scowled at her. "Your choice," Ruby amended.

"Thanks to both of you." Claire went back to her booth where was seated her two girls. She had said nothing to them about her upcoming foray back into the world of courtship. Why get their hopes up when it was still new and uncertain. Or maybe she was afraid of what they would say to her.

Moments later Kathryn Nolan entered the diner. She spoke with a couple of others in the restaurant before walking up to Claire.

"Hi, Mrs. Kensington, my husband David is coming home from the hospital at the end of this week," she said.

"Oh, that's wonderful," Claire answered with a cheery smile. "Congratulations. I'm so happy you two found each other again."

"Thank you, Claire. I'll be hosting a Welcome Home party for him, do you think you could attend?"

Claire seemed a little confused at first. She and Kathryn weren't exactly friends. Claire would fix her house when something broke or mowed the lawn and trimmed trees and shrubs when needed. But Kathryn insisted that she come. "You've so much to keep that home in good repair. And having another familiar face around might help David jog his memory."

"Memory?" Claire asked. "Is he having problems remembering?"

Kathryn explained that David was suffering from amnesia. He couldn't remember anything from before his accident. Mrs. Nolan was hosting the event not just to celebrate his return, but to put as many familiar faces in front of David in the hopes of triggering memories and breaking through the amnesia.

"He knew you pretty well before his accident," Kathryn said. "Anytime he had a problem he couldn't fix, you or Charlie were the ones he called first for assistance."

"Of course, I'll be there, Kathryn. Anything to help out a friend."

Thanks for reading. Wow! I cannot believe that my little story has reached more than 4000 views. Awesome! Thank you, to everyone.

Okay, so who are Blake and Chester? Well, I've left plenty of hints. Any guesses?