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

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Moments after Valerie had been removed to her MRI, Hartley Winter arrived. Immediately, Claire embraced him and the two shared a kiss. Earlier Valerie wretched, now it was Tina who wanted to throw up. How could her own mother act that way towards this man? In Tina's opinion, she was betraying her father's memory.

Tina felt so sick to her stomach and so angry in her heart that she had to step outside just to calm down. Removing herself from scene didn't help matters much as Tina kept thinking of all the different ways her mother seeing this Hartley Winter fellow was so wrong and on so many different levels. Both Tina and Valerie knew that their mother was going out with someone, but Tina assumed she was just going out with a friend. A platonic relationship. The kissing and hugging spoke otherwise of their feelings for each other.

The more she thought about it, the more wound up she got until Tina nearly punched the wall in anger. She only stopped when she realized it would hurt her more than the wall. And of course her mother would hear it, come out and yell at her, demanding to know why she did it. Like telling her would help any. No wonder Valerie couldn't stand her.

"Hi, Tina, sorry I'm so late." Clarence had arrived. Finally.

"What took you so long?!" she growled at him. "You were supposed to meet me here a long time ago!"

"Sorry, my idiot roommates kept me up all night long," he explained. "I went to bed, but since it was Saturday night they decided to stay up until almost four in the morning playing Guitar Hero on the Xbox. I couldn't sleep with all that loud music filling the house."

"Oh, I see. You decided to stay up all night long playing your stupid video games rather than be rested for me," she groused.

"No, I told you. I went to bed early. I always do, but the noise from that game kept me up all night."

"You could have just closed the door," Tina shot back, now even angrier.

"I did close the door," he answered back. "Those things are thin like paper."

"You couldn't ask them to stop?"

"I did. They didn't want to. My roommates just don't care," Clarence replied. "They work hard all week long and come Saturday night they want to relax, play games and drink beer."

"Oh, so you were drunk, too?! Now I know where I am in your life. You just better hope I don't downgrade you like you've done to me."

Tina was already angry when she stepped outside, now she was furious. Then Clarence said something that just pushed her buttons in all the wrong ways possible.

"Tina, uh…, is it…, is it your time of the month?"

That was a very personal question and one that Tina took so much offense to.

"My time of the-? Oh that does it. Why don't you just go home, Clarence," she said, scolding him. "You seem to be good at that."

"If you don't want me here for you, then I'll stay for Valerie. She needs all the friends she can get right now," he told her quietly, but firmly.

"Augh, fine, whatever." She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. Tina stood out in the hallway steaming mad. Clarence walked into the room where Tina overheard her mother greeting him warmly.

"Hmph. Is she gonna kiss him, too?" Tina muttered.

OFF THE COAST OF NEVER LAND (The Edwardian Period)

The scouts held their position a good distance from the cloud which surrounded their homeland. The dark purple mist which had taken their queen and so many other fairies churned with fury and spit lightning at them as if challenging the scouts to come near. It was a mocking challenge as every fairy knew floating too close was a death sentence.

Earlier, one airship had drifted too close. Before the occupants could fly it back to a safe distance, lightning lashed outward and struck it. The cotton and wood caught fire instantly. All the scouts aboard tumbled into the waters below. Flames consumed their wings too fast for them to escape to another airship. Their friends and guild mates watched helplessly as they dropped into the English Channel and drowned.

Despite this, the rest of the scouts held their ground. None of the fairies or sparrow men fled. They had their orders and were determined to follow them completely. The order had been to watch for incoming fairies. A baby's first laugh which would become the latest member of their society.

Prime Minister Redleaf was concerned that none would ever find their way to the Griffiths' yard where New Pixie Hollow had been founded. The scouts worried the same once given their task. How many scouts never came into being because of this deadly mist? How many brothers and sisters did they lose in the month and a half since leaving before being assigned this duty?

A farseeing talent spotted what they were looking for. He reported to Fairy Jimmy, the scout overseer.

"Look alive!" yelled Fairy Jimmy. "We have incoming!"

A fast flyer zipped out from one of the carriers and directed the laugh, which was piggybacking on an oak leaf, nudging it along with her winds. The flyer gently pushed the leaf into one of the balloon carriers. The airship had been assigned the duty of collecting all the laughs and returning them to the mainland and New Pixie Hollow. The flyer, Wisp, had volunteered for this job. She and Vidia had always maintained a very contentious friendship. Both were very talented, headstrong and competitive. Now Wisp mourned the loss of her guild mate. Coming here was a way to honor Vidia's memory and celebrate her life.

"Aye, she would be proud," Fairy Jimmy told her. Wisp, however, didn't feel proud. She broke down crying knowing she was replacing Vidia in this important task.

"We all miss them," the scout guild master said to her in a quiet tone of voice. "But Vidia wouldn't stand for such blubbering, now would she?"

"No. No she wouldn't. But I can't help myself."

The guild master sighed. Jimmy put his arm around the young flyer. She put her head against his shoulders and sobbed until she could cry no more. When the sun hung low on the horizon Wisp finally stood up to watch the sunset. "I think, I think I feel better now," she whispered to him.

"You just needed a time and a place to let it all out."

"Thanks, Fairy Jimmy." Indeed the catharsis had been just the tonic Wisp needed to put the loss of her friend behind her. The overseer put his arm around Wisp and pulled her in closely to him. Together they watched the sun sink behind the waters and the distant mainland.

"Call me Jim," he told her.

Many other such strange friendships and romances bloomed in this way. This lengthy period of stress tested all the remaining fairies of Never Land in a way no one had expected. As a result, emotional outbursts, personality quirks and individual characteristics rose to the surface that never would have under normal circumstances. These softer sides often attracted the most curious friends or the oddest suitors.

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

"Lord Milori? You're here, too?"

"I beg your pardon?" Hartley asked Valerie.

"No, sweetheart," Claire said to her oldest girl. "This is Hartley Winter, remember?"

Valerie stared at the two of them, rather confused. "Hartley Winter? No, this is Lord Milori, ruler of the Winter Woods."

Claire sighed.

"What is she talking about?" Hartley asked Claire.

She took him aside and explained what had been happening since she awoke. "Oh you poor, dear woman." Hartley replied, with a voice that was both consoling and supportive. "What can I do to help?"

"Just be yourself and help her to recall who she really is," Claire answered.

"Like David Nolan."

"Yes, like David Nolan."

Valerie had already began talking to Clarence, calling him "Terence." She said he was a dust keeper. "You collect and distribute pixie dust to everyone in Pixie Hollow," she told him.

He laughed. "That sounds like what I do at the post office," he said. "But I deliver mail, Val."

"Mail?"

"Yeah! Mail. Letters, bills, coupons, packages. You remember? Mail?"

"I know what mail is, why are you delivering it?"

"I'm a mailman. Have been since I graduated high school. You've seen me at your house before."

Dr. Whale arrived at the room and asked to speak with Claire directly. Hartley pulled aside Clarence to fill him in on what has happened with Valerie.

Out in the hallway, Claire didn't notice her younger daughter in the distance, fuming mad. Instead, all her attention was focused on Dr. Whale. "Yes, Doctor? What is it? Will Valerie be okay?"

"I want you to see something," he said. He directed her attention to a laptop mounted on a mobile platform. He opened up a photo. It was a strange, computer image of a human brain. He described it as a horizontal image of a healthy human female brain at about thirty years of age. The image was colorful, showing both hemispheres and activity levels in colors ranging from blues and greens to oranges, reds and in some cases purples.

Whale used it as a base line for comparison. The next image he showed Claire was an MRI taken when Valerie was brought into the hospital right after the accident. The image was somewhat similar to that of the baseline. He then brought up a third image on the screen.

"This the magnetic resonance image we just took of Valerie." The new image which appeared was very different. He showed her the significant increase in brain activity.

"What does that mean?" Claire asked, sounding terrified of the likely answer. "Is she brain damaged?"

"Hardly," Dr. Whale answered. "Claire, this change may have occurred as a defense mechanism following the accident. More astonishing is that this is the kind of activity we generally find from a much older person."

Claire's look conveyed her confusion.

"As we age our brains improve certain functions, everything from vocabulary to reasoning advances," Whale told her. "Your daughter's MRI imagine shows a brain that is middle aged. Valerie isn't brain damaged, if anything she'll have more clarity of thought."

"Could this explain why Val thinks she is someone entirely different? Why she can't remember any of us?"

Whale sighed. "It's hard to say. There is no brain damage visible. It is more likely a psychological issue."

"So, she wants to be someone different," Claire reasoned. "She doesn't want to be my daughter anymore."

"Mrs. Kensington, we don't know that," Dr. Whale replied. "Dr. Archie Hopper should be able to provide some answers. He's agreed to come tomorrow and examine Valerie."

"Yes, thank you, doctor." Claire walked back towards Valerie's hospital room. She slumped when she walked, looking dejected. Tina was standing off to the side. Her back was to her mother, Claire didn't see how angry she was.

"I'm glad I still have you, pumpkin," Claire whispered.

One look inside the room and she could see her eldest holding a conversation with Clarence and Hartley. Both seemed rather perplexed. Clearly Valerie had them all twisted in knots. Claire didn't want to believe that her daughter was completely gone. She would rather believe that Valerie was just playing mind games. At least then she would know that Valerie was alive and well, even if she hated her mother. No matter the reason for Valerie's unusual behavior, it was torture for Claire Kensington.

~O~

Elsewhere in Storybrooke, Mayor Mills was making the best of her day off. Most of Graham's funeral arrangements had been taken care of. Everything else was left in the care of the funeral director and the church where the service was to be held. She took Henry shopping today, browsing different shops, buying him winter clothes, a few nice things for herself and finally a walk through the video store.

With Emma Swan constantly trying to take her son away, Regina decided she might make a few pleasant memories with Henry, to help him deal with the loss of Sheriff Graham. And possibly win him over. Archie had agreed to a few extra sessions to assist on his end, and he suggested some mother / son activities. The video store seemed like a good idea. Let Henry pick a few movies they could watch together.

During her browsing in the children's section she came across the usual family fair. Everything from simple movies like Barbie direct to home video fluff to highly regarded films such as Toy Story and Old Yeller. In the Disney section she found a few DVD's that she thought her son might want to watch.

Her eyes glanced across several titles, including one that made her do a double take. She removed the slim, green colored case from the shelf and read the title. She flipped it over and reviewed its contents. While Henry kept looking, Regina walked to the video store attendant. A young, blonde woman named Lydia.

"What can you tell me about this feature?" she asked. Lydia proceeded to explain the basic plot and some of the characters. As she listened, Regina began to smile. Finally she had that all important evidence that Deputy Swan had so desperately wanted her to produce.

Thank you for reading. I love feedback from the readership. It lets me know what people think about the story and what improvements I can make.

Thanks to Mastermind4892 for assistance with this chapter. Your help was invaluable. I hope I got it all correct.