Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
A Disney Fairies / Once Upon A Time Crossover
Season 1, between episodes 7 and 8

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

Vidia was out flying, racing dragonflies as they zipped through the air.

"Think you can keep up with me?" she asked them in a snide voice. "C'mon, see if you've got what it takes to fly with the best."

Several of the dragonflies took off after her, ready to show her who was the true master of the air. She held her own for a good while, the race seemingly very close. Then, she launched high into the air at top speed, leaving the poor creatures in her wake. The dragonflies had come to despised her for this. She was toying with them, leading them to believe they had a chance when they never did.

"Not exactly a fair race," a familiar voice said.

Vidia looked over and saw Fairy Morrison hovering near the treetops. "You need to learn to be humble, Vidia. Or you are going to lose all of your friends."

"I am humble. I'm humble enough to know that no one can outfly me," she said with a superior tone.

"That'll be enough out of your, girl," Morrison said firmly. "You're turning into the likes of Swift and Festus. Keep this up and you'll be the one kicked out of Pixie Hollow."

"Humph," was her reaction. "I'm not inciting anything. I just know we are the best guild and I'm the best talent in all of Pixie Hollow. But I guess it's too much for an ordinary sparrow man like you to understand."

"Oh, I understand, alright," he countered. "I understand that if you keep this up, you'll be living in the sour plumb tree with your two friends."

Since Fairy Morrison refused to allow either Swift or Festus back into the guild, they were consigned to live in the sour plumb tree overlooking the tall piney woods that was the home to the fast flyers. The scraggly tree was where all the banished outcasts of the fast flying talent guild were forced to live.

"Now get your head out of your petunia and learn that you're no different from anyone else in this world," he said with a stern bellow.

Vidia opened her mouth to respond with a snarky comeback. Her acerbic nature had found an outlet in her quick wit and cutting rejoinders. Unfortunately, Vidia couldn't get out the words she had on her mind. The shrieking sound of a hawk cut them off.

"FLY!" Fairy Morrison shouted. He pointed to a tree. "Get into that knothole and don't come out until I give the all clear."

Vidia, who feared no fairy or animal except the hawk lit off as quick as she could. She ducked into the safety of the knot hole. When she looked back, Vidia saw Fairy Morrison preparing to engage the winged predator.

~O~

The hawk had spotted the two fairies and circled around to dive up on them. One zipped into a hole in a tree. The other, however, stood his ground. Easy prey. The hawk folded in its wings and dove upon its next meal.

~O~

"You're mine," Fairy Morrison growled. The fast flyer guild master hated this bird with a passion. It had killed so many good fairies and sparrow men over the centuries. Some from his own guild. Morrison wanted to see it put down for good, but it wasn't the fairy way. Not the way that Queen Clarion espoused. Morrison had always followed the queen's laws, but he chafed against this one. He was sick of ducking for cover then waiting for someone to die.

The idea that one should be sacrificed so that others could live in safety was repugnant. A fairy didn't always die when the hawk appeared, but it happened often enough. Today, Fairy Morrison decided enough was enough. Now it was threatening his very own student and the best talent Pixie Hollow had ever known. Why the queen thought allowing fairies to perish at the claws of this devil was acceptable was beyond him. Today no one would perish except for this demon bird.

Morrison snatched a piece of branch and trimmed it down into a fairy size sword. "You have had the run of the place for as long as I can remember," the guild master shouted. "You're a coward. A damned coward. You prey on creatures too small to defend themselves against you and call it fair game. Not anymore. Today no one dies but you."

The hawk completed its turn and dove on his position, screeching like the sounds of Hell itself.

Fairy Morrison didn't fear this bird. The bird should fear him. Morrison then cried out defiantly, "Fill your claws you son of a bitch!" He then shot skyward to meet his enemy in single combat.

~O~

Vidia burst into the Pixie Dust Tree, the audience chamber where the queen was in conference with the four ministers and Fairy Mary. The young fast flyer was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion," the Minister of Spring bellowed.

"Please, Minister!" the queen said, chiding him. "Vidia, what is the problem, dear?"

Fairy Mary flew over and to help Vidia stay on her feet. "It's okay, take your time," Mary said in her Lancashire accent.

"Fa…, Fair…," Vidia stuttered. Another gulp of breath. "Fairy Morrison…is dead."

The queen and her advisors all gasped, stunned by the terrible news. "How?" Clarion asked.

"The…, the hawk."

"Oh dear," Fairy Mary whimpered. "Oh dear me."

Queen Clarion turned around to hide her emotions from the others. She deduced what had happened. Fairy Morrison had always wanted to kill that hawk. He must have decided to take on the vicious raptor.

"What about the hawk," the Minister of Autumn asked Vidia. "What happened to it?"

"Injured. Badly," Vidia managed to get out. "Fairy Morrison impaled it with a stick."

Scouts later reported that they had found the hawk lying on the ground. It fluttered its wings trying to get airborne, but could not. It had been stuck through the heart by a branch fashioned into a weapon. Morrison's body was found in the clutches of the hawk. He had sacrificed his life to put an end to the life of Never Land's most feared predator.

By nightfall, the hawk was dead and the fast flying guild was without a guild overseer. In a conference the next morning it was decided that Kelly be named the new guild master of the fast flyers. He had been Fairy Morrison's understudy for many years and had proven himself whenever Morrison left him in charge during vacation days or when Fairy Morrison was assigned to the mainland for the summer season.

~O~

The installation of a new guild master was a grand celebration. Kelly, who took the title 'Fairy' of an overseer, received the symbol of all talent guild overseers. A sash, which was entirely ceremonial. No one very actually wore it after the gala. The queen wanted something that separated the overseers from the rank and file. The sash was the perfect icon. An emblem that would bring dignity to the office.

Everyone was in attendance, including Vidia. Though she was her noticeably haughty self. Queen Clarion was disappointed that she wasn't more sociable. Her growing sense of self superiority troubled the queen. It left her wondering what would become of her greatest talent. Did superior talent naturally breed superior contempt for others?

Swift and Festus were not particularly well talented amongst their own, yet they certainly had the idea of superiority in their minds. Clarion then wondered if perhaps Vidia was withdrawing because of so many bad experiences in her young life. She approached the young one where she had taken refuge, on a darkened veranda overlooking the distant Winter Woods.

"What troubles you, my dear?" she asked Vidia.

"Nothing. Go away," Vidia spat.

"Would you like to talk?"

Vidia kept silent.

"You do not have to think of me as your queen. Just as Clarion, your friend."

Vidia nearly choked on her own tongue. "Oh really? My friend? Do you work in the hot sun like the rest of us? Do you have clear wings on your back? Oh wait, I know. You go out every weekend and get falling down drunk on sweet ale. Then you spend the rest of the night singing shanty songs until you pass out."

"I don't do any of those things, Vidia."

"And why not?"

"Because I am the queen."

"Exactly. You can't be my friend. No matter what you will always be the high and mighty queen who sets herself above the rest of us. Pfft, friend. That's a laugh."

"Very well," Clarion replied. She could not force the girl to talk about her innermost feelings. Clarion turned and began to slowly flutter away, hoping that Vidia would wish to talk anyway. Not a sound came from the young fairy. Clarion sighed and shook her head. "If you ever need to speak with me, Vidia…"

"I know where you live," she replied harshly. "It's not like it's a state secret or anything."

"No…, no I suppose it isn't."

So much anger and resentment in that one, the queen thought to herself. I do wish you would open up to me, dear. Let me be a beacon of light in your self-imposed darkness.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

The evening news reports were declaring that Valerie Kensington had an excellent prognosis. "She is expected to fully recover," the news anchor declared with a smile.

"Oh that must be good news for her family," the other news anchor said with a chipper voice. Then they went on to another news of the day. "The funeral for Sheriff Graham Humbert has been scheduled for Monday morning. Services will begin at eight a.m. at the church. Sheriff Humbert, you will remember, died of an apparent heart attack Wednesday night."

Claire didn't seem to care so much about the sheriff. She had other things on her mind. Valerie was still unconscious. The trauma to her head was described as severe, but not life threatening by the neurologist. An MRI had shown no permanent damage. This was a relief to Claire who couldn't fathom losing her child in a whole different way.

After his shift had ended, Clarence visited to see how Tina and Claire were holding up.

"As best as can be expected," Claire answered.

"Anything I can do to help?" he asked.

"Oh yes, please. Go to our house, make sure everything that should be off is turned off and that the outdoor security lights are on. Then check that all the doors are locked," she replied. Mrs. Kensington left home so quickly she didn't even remember what the state of her own home was. Her thoughts were so filled with anxiety over Valerie that she had not even considered it until just now.

Tina gave him Valerie's set of house keys. He took them and slipped them into his pocket.

"I'll bring these right back," he responded. Clarence then spoke briefly with Tina. "What about you? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just…, I just can't believe this is all happening right now," she answered. "It just feels so unreal."

Clarence gave her a hug. "You'll be fine. You're mother has been through worse. And if you need anything, just call me."

"I will, thanks." Tina tried to smile, but it was weak and forced.

Clarence didn't take exception to it. He knew how tight a family they had been. Seeing Valerie in such a vulnerable state had to take its toll. The boy then placed a quick peck on Tina's cheek.

"Goodbye, Mrs. Kensington," Clarence said. The boy then left to check on their house just as Claire had asked.

~O~

At the end of the day Claire was told that visiting hours were over. "Can't I stay the night? What if she wakes up? She'll want to see a familiar face."

"It will be okay, Mrs. Kensington," the nurse assured her. "Doctors and nurses will attend to her all night long. If anything changes we'll call you right away." The nurse then added. "I understand how you feel, Mrs. Kensington, I wouldn't want to leave if it was my daughter, either. But you should go home and get some rest."

Claire nodded. "Okay." She leaned over her daughter. "I'm going home tonight, sweetheart. But Mommy's not leaving you, okay? I'll be back early in the morning. Goodnight, baby."

She kissed her unconscious girl on the forehead before leaving. Claire kept looking over her shoulder as she walked away. Tina was close at hand, looking ever so shaken by the events of the last few hours. The fight between Valerie and her mother, the chase, the accident and then her mother and Hartley kissing like she loved him. Her whole life was turning upside down.

~O~

The two Kensington women drove home, both in a daze. Tina went into her room, Claire tucked her in. "Are you going to be okay, sweetie?"

"Yeah, Mom," the little girl replied. "I'll be fine."

"Okay," Claire answered. "But if you need anything I'll be down the hall."

Tina nodded. Then she curled up and tried to sleep.

Claire gently closed the door to Tina's bedroom. Then, by force of habit she opened up Valerie's bedroom door to check on her. The empty bed was a harsh reminder. Claire closed the bedroom door and went into her own room where she slid down against the wall, broke down and cried.

Moments later, Tina was standing in the open doorway. "Mom, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, sweetie. Go to sleep, Mommy's alright."

Tina, though didn't leave. Instead, she helped Claire into the bed and then crawled in with her. Not unlike those years long ago when she was little girl who climbed in with her mother and Charlie seeking comfort. Tonight though both sought comfort and support from the other. Claire wrapped her arms around her precious baby and held her tightly. The two Kensington women, mother and daughter, eventually fell asleep holding each other in solidarity against their shared harsh reality.

Thanks for reading and for your wonderful reviews. I hope you enjoyed this new chapter. There is a John Wayne movie reference in this one.