Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
A Disney Fairies / Once Upon A Time Crossover
Season 1, Episode 7, Chapter 4

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

Vidia listened intently as Swift offered reasons for the superiority of the Fast Flyer's Talent Guild. These were the reasons that each of his acolytes were to give for turning others to his underground movement.

"Be patient," he told them. "You can't expect them to come around to our way of thinking right away. Let each step of your logic seep in. They cannot be bullied into accepting our opinions. They must be carefully led to our way of thinking. They must think they came to the conclusion on their own. Do that and they will be ours forever."

"Forever is a long time, don't you think?" a loud and gruff voice bellowed.

Swift turned around and looked into the face of his guild overseer, Fairy Morrison. Morrison was an imposing fellow, towering and broad shouldered. He was an older sparrow man with leathery skin and numerous nicks in his tall wings. His voice sounded like a gravely trumpet, his eyes were like black chunks of coal and he walked with an odd gait. His slight limp was the result of a run in with a hawk centuries earlier. Morrison was regarded as fearless. He possessed an iron will and held a firm belief in the laws of Pixie Hollow. He used them as his moral compass. What Swift was evangelizing was offensive to Fairy Morrison.

"All right, all of you break it up. Everyone out of here," Fairy Morrison bellowed. "Except you, Swift. Stay here, you and I are going to have a little talk."

Moments later, outside the door of the tavern Vidia and Festus stood and waited. "What's going to happen to Swift?" she asked.

"Ah, don't worry too much about it," Festus answered. "He'll just get a good dressing down and that will be the end of it."

"I don't know, Fairy Morrison looked quite angry."

"He always looks angry," Festus said reassuringly, "its how he tries to keep everyone in line. He acts like he is ready to rip your wings off at any moment."

"Oh."

"Yeah, deep down he's just an old softy."

Vidia felt at ease for the moment. She tensed up again when a number of scouts arrived and entered the tavern. Shortly afterwards they exited with Swift under guard. Then a few more scouts grabbed Festus by the arms and took him away as well.

"Hey, what's going on?" Vidia shouted. "What are you doing?"

Fairy Morrison pulled her aside and explained to her that Swift and Festus were being arrested for fostering an insurrection against the queen.

"No they aren't," she replied. "We are naturally superior. They just want everyone in the guild to realize that."

"Now you listen here, young lady," Fairy Morrison said with a loud voice. "What they were doing wasn't just trying to convince everyone we were superior; they wanted to subvert the queen. Swift confessed everything. He got too arrogant for his britches and now he is going to face his punishment. They were using you, kid. Wise up or else everyone is going to walk all over you."

Vidia was incensed by his lies. Festus loved her without condition and she loved him; he wouldn't do such a thing to her, would he?

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Claire arrived after the doors had been closed. The front of the store was dark. "Oh no, I've missed them entirely. Now what am I going to do?"

She walked around the side and noticed that cars were still parked in the employee lot. She ran back around to the front and started pounding on the door. Initially, no one came to the front of the store. They probably thought she was trying to break in. She started yelling.

"Wait, wait. I have a turkey dinner in there. Can anyone hear me back there? See?" Claire put her bill of sale on the glass door. "See? I have proof. Anyone?"

Someone stuck their head around to look. "Hey, you, yeah you. See? I bought this least week." Moments later another person come to the front and opened the door.

"You're very lucky, Mrs. Kensington," the manager told her. "Another couple of minutes and we would have been gone."

Claire apologized for being so late and even offered to mow the manager's lawn next weekend for free in gratitude for being so kind. He gracefully declined, but did ask her not to mention what happened. "I wouldn't want it to get around. Everyone will show up late."

"I understand." Claire said appreciatively. She loaded her food into the truck and drove home. When she got there, though, she discovered that Valerie wasn't around.

"Where is your sister?" she asked Tina.

"Oh she went to drive around on her bike for a while," Tina answered.

"Great, when I really need her she's gone," Claire mumbled. "Tina, sweetheart, can you help me bring in Thanksgiving Dinner?"

"Sure."

~O~

Sheriff Graham spoke to Emma when her shift ended. He tried to explain himself again. This time he added what he had learned. That he lived in another life and that the Evil Queen had taken his heart. She had stored in a vault. There was a symbol. A crest that he had seen in Henry's book that marked the vault. Emma was worried about him. He had gone to a ten year old for advice. She then tried to convince him that he did indeed have a heart. She put his hand to his chest.

"See, it is right there," she told him. She could feel the beating in his chest. But Graham refused to believe that it could be that simple. Emma felt the extra warmth in his hand. He had a fever and didn't look very good. Graham, though, was adamant about what he had seen. Emma wanted to take him home to get rest, and then Graham went stiff as a board looking right past her. When Emma turned around she saw the wolf. The same one he had described. She was dumbstruck. Was he right about what he had seen? Or was this wolf just a detail he had added into his delusion?

Emma and Graham followed the animal. It led them to the cemetery. Specifically, they were brought to a mausoleum with the same symbol that Graham had seen in his visions and in Henry's fairy tale book. The large double doors were locked. Emma forced her way in. Graham searched for his heart, trying to find anything that could be used as a container. When he found nothing, he told Emma to search for a switch or hidden door. Emma felt sorry for him. Despite the presence of the wolf, she still could not believe that someone could have pulled his heart from his chest.

Graham looked lost, wondering if he was missing some piece to his puzzle.

THE ENCHANTED FOREST

Despite the heavy armor, The Huntsman had tracked down Snow White with surprising ease. In fact, when he found her she did not beg for mercy, nor did she fight back. She was busy writing a letter. This confused him. Why would she do this when Snow knew she was about to be killed.

Snow White confessed that he knew these woods far better than she did. She was a princess used to living in castle, he was a professional hunter and tracker. She stood no chance of avoiding him forever. It would only delay the inevitable. Instead, she asked that once the deed was done, he deliver this letter to the queen.

The Huntsman took the note and read it. The letter was an apology to the queen for ruining her life. She hoped that her death would finally quench her desire for revenge and that Regina would rule over the people as Snow's father had. The King was a gentle ruler who was wise and compassionate. This was the model Snow White asked Regina to follow.

For the man who had been raised by wolves and felt no kinship to any human, The Huntsman found himself truly mystified. He had lost all hope in mankind, yet here was this young woman who was a beacon for all that could be right about people. Unlike so many others he had encountered, her heart was good and pure. She put the welfare of others above her own and was willing to sacrifice herself so the queen could finally put to rest her pain of loss.

He felt for her. He felt for her in a way he had never felt for any person. Yet he was honor bound to fulfill the queen's request. He took his dagger and raised it for the killing blow. Snow closed her eyes and waited for the pain of the dagger violating her flesh, ripping through her body and the warmth of her blood to pour down her skin. Her life bleeding away.

It never happened.

Instead she heard a quick sound, a flick. She looked up and The Huntsman was fashioning a whistle from reed he had cut. He told her to use it whenever she needed help. Then he told her to run. Run as far away as she could. Snow couldn't understand why he would do this. But she followed his commands and left his presence, taking the whistle with her.

Needing a heart to satisfy the queen, he found a stag and killed it. He cut out the animal's heart and placed it into the box to return it to the queen. He never thought he would do such a thing. He had not killed for need. Yet everything he did felt right. Snow White deserved to live, sacrificing the stag in her place meant keeping that one shining light of humanity from going dark.

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

Vidia had come to visit Festus in the stockade where he and Swift were being held. He told her to keep the faith and to never stop advancing their movement. "All we want," he told her, "is for the queen to acknowledge our superiority, that's all."

This was a lie. Swift and Festus had not only intended to gain that acknowledgement from the queen, but to have the entire Fast Flying Guild be treated like royalty. They also were going to demand that the "inferior" guilds, like the Tinker Talents and the Animal Talents, be stripped of their rights and guarantees. They weren't worthy of them, in their opinion. This, however, they did not tell most of the people they recruited. Nor did they mention it to Vidia. Neither Swift nor Festus thought she would go along if she knew everything.

"And remember, be as quiet about it as you can," Festus told her.

"I will," she answered him. The stockade bars a stern reminder of what can happen if she wasn't discreet enough. Festus leaned through the bars as far as he could and give her a peck on the cheek. It made her feel more attached to him than ever before. She smiled and even giggled just a bit.

Then she left to continue their work.

"Well?" Swift asked his cohort from the next cell.

"She's falling for it completely," Festus answered.

"Good. If the queen thinks she can stop our plans by putting us behind bars, she has another think coming. And if anything else goes wrong, Vidia can take the fall for everything."

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Fairy Morrison is an OC. He is inspired by American actor John Wayne. His height, broad shoulders, leathery skin, odd way of walking and even the way he speaks are all nods of the hat to John Wayne's public persona. His name comes from Wayne's birth name (Marion Robert Morrison).