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

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Monday morning, the funeral for the recently deceased Sheriff Graham began on schedule. It was a beautiful ceremony attended by the mayor, the city council, many of the towns leading citizens and Deputy Emma Swan. The eulogy went on for some time. Many of the residents of Storybrooke related heartwarming stories about the sheriff that left a tear in every eye.

The local television station carried the funeral over the affiliate station. Most every television in town was tuned into the ceremony. One television, however, wasn't. Vidia still had no idea how to use that funny box that hung from the wall. Her roommate, Rosetta who went by the name Desiree, was watching. Vidia could hear the sounds from the tiny speaker on her remote control box.

"Where is that coming from?" she asked Rosetta.

"It's on television," Ro answered. "I'm surprised you're not watching it yourself."

After a short pause Vidia replied, "What's a television?"

"What's a television? You have been living under a rock, haven't you?" A moment later Rosetta came around her curtain to Vidia and pointed to the box on the wall. "That is a television. Here, allow me, Sugar Pie."

The redhead reached over and took Vidia's control box. She pushed the button marked "power." The box on the wall suddenly clicked and an image appeared on its glassy front. Then Rosetta pushed another button marked "channel" and the images changed, rapidly. It finally stopped at a moving picture of the inside of a church. A person was standing at a podium and speaking. After pressing two more buttons marked "volume" Vidia could hear what the person was saying.

"Graham was a caring soul," the woman in the box said. "He always made us feel like we were his only concern. That was his special gift."

"How did that woman get inside the box?" Vidia asked.

Rosetta stared at her, blinking. "Don't you know how a television works?"

"Uh…, no, not really."

"Oh, gumdrop, you really did take a bad fall the other day, didn't you?" Rosetta's facial expression turned soft, from contempt to concern and sympathy. "You can't even remember how to work a television."

"The Griffiths never had one. They had gaslight in their home and a horseless carriage to get to the city."

"Gaslight? No one's used that in ages."

"Well, the queen told me the year is two thousand and eleven. But the last I remember, it was nineteen oh five."

Rosetta's eyes widened. "Well, trust me it is most certainly two thousand and eleven. Now you just sit and relax and watch some television. And when you get home make sure to watch me weekdays on Storybrooke This Morning, okay?"

"Uh, yeah, okay." Vidia's tone betrayed just how much she did not understand.

"Ask your mother, she'll help you." Rosetta then ambled back to her side of the curtain. The billowing hospital gown hid Rosetta's surgery. Vidia barely noticed that her chest was bigger. This television thing she had just learned about kept her distracted.

~O~

After the church services, the body was moved to the local cemetery where a hole had been dug. The local station had a truck on site to cover the final part of the funeral. The cameraman had a front row spot to record the priest who recited a few passages from The Bible before Graham's body was lowered, reverently into the hole dug by a back hoe.

As the crowd dispersed Mayor Regina Mills called the deputy over to her car.

"What is it, Madam Mayor?"

"Don't act snippy to me, Deputy. I have what you asked for."

"What are you talking about?"

"The Kensington girl. She's lying. It's all been made up."

"And how would you know?"

Regina reached into her vehicle and removed a small plastic bag. Emma reached in and pulled out three DVD movie cases. One of them had been opened and unwrapped. "You want me to watch some kiddie movies?"

"You said Valerie thought she was a fairy named Vidia, right?"

"Yes, that's right. What's your point?"

"My point, Deputy, is that in these films is a character, a fairy named Vidia."

Emma took a harder look at the three cases. One was green, one was red and a third was in blue. Each bore a familiar name. They were titled Tinker Bell, Tinker Bell and The Lost Treasure and Tinker Bell and The Great Fairy Rescue.

"Along with Tinker Bell and Vidia, you will also find another character by the name of Queen Clarion. Sound familiar?" The mayor's voice was dead serious. "Now if you want to take these back to the sheriff's office or your apartment with Mary Margaret and watch them to your heart's content, please by my guest. But I expect for Valerie Kensington to be placed under arrest for reckless endangerment and resisting arrest by the end of the day, is that clear!?"

Emma studied the three movies cases carefully. She looked hurt.

"Yes, that's right, Deputy Swan. You've been had," the mayor said, a broad smile across her face. "So you might want to add lying to a police officer to her list of infractions."

Emma appeared staggered by this revelation.

"Now do your duty," Mayor Mills ordered sternly, "and arrest that Kensington girl."

The mayor slid into her expensive automobile. Emma stuck her head into the open door. "What do you have against her?"

"Nothing, Deputy Swan, except that she is a lawbreaker. And your job is to enforce the law. Good day."

~O~

Claire was busy Monday mowing lawns. Tina was in school and her oldest was in the hospital for further observation. She had received a call in the morning that Dr. Archie Hopper had wanted to see Claire this afternoon for a session before he spoke with Valerie.

With her schedule suddenly very tight she had to work as fast as possible. With no other recourse, Claire had to hire a day laborer. More money she could not afford to spend. The one bright spot came when Hartley drove up around midday and offered to buy her lunch. To spare the feelings of her hired help, Claire paid the man for his morning efforts and told him to come back in an hour.

Lunch with Hartley was not as uplifting as she had hoped. Worries kept her from feeling elated in his presence. He seemed to notice and said, "If you need any help, just ask."

"What?"

"You look like you have a lot on your mind," he explained. "If you need any assistance, don't hesitate to ask."

She smiled at him. What a nice man this was. Just like Charlie in so many ways. "Oh thank you, but I barely know you. I can't impose my problems upon you."

"Impose. I insist."

She smiled again. "I promise. If I need any help, you will be the first I will call."

"Good enough," he replied. "Now then, how about dessert? Something sweet for the sweetest woman in all of Storybrooke."

Claire finally managed to enjoy some of her lunchtime with Hartley. She guessed this made it their third official date. When she returned to the work site, the hired help never showed up. Another disappointment for her on this stressful day.

~O~

When Mary Margaret returned home she found her roommate viewing a movie. It was a strange film for an adult woman to watch. It was a children's film with bright colors, cheery looking characters and a familiar looking protagonist.

"Is that Tinker Bell?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing." Emma turned off the television. "Just some…, uh…, research for a case."

"What happened? Did Peter Pan lose his shadow again?" Mary Margaret joked.

Emma sighed. "Not exactly. You remember that Valerie Kensington is in the hospital?"

"Yes."

"She took a hit to the head and now she thinks her name is Vidia. A fairy that is friends with Tinker Bell."

Mary Margaret had to stifle a laugh. "Tinker Bell? Please tell me you're joking, Emma."

"I'm not sure. At first I thought she was injured. Now it looks like she has been lying."

"What does Dr. Hopper have to say about it?"

"He hasn't visited her yet, but I'm going to have to put Valerie under arrest until this gets sorted out."

"Emma, what if she really does think she's this fairy? Head injuries can be have strange effects on people. Look at what happened to David Nolan. His memories were wiped clean."

"This isn't a case of amnesia, Mary Margaret. She lied. The person she claims to be is right here on this video. It's a fictional character," Emma told her. Her voice clearly showing her feeling of betrayal. She had been lenient to Valerie and she abused that trust.

"Why would she do that?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Valerie and her mother have had a serious falling out. This is probably how she is getting back at her mother, but it has given her the opportunity to avoid being held accountable for her crimes. Well not this time. Valerie Kensington isn't going to escape a second time."

~O~

In the late afternoon, Rosetta got her private room and was wheeled out. Vidia was left alone in the room, but at least this time she could enjoy the strange box that Ro called a television. Every so often someone would come up and tell Vidia to buy or try something. They extolled its virtues and then someone would say she had to get it right now. Vidia slid out of her bed and reached for one of the items a man told her she should try. Her hand collided with glass.

"OW!" she yelped shaking the pain from her fingers.

She touched the glass and realized that the box just showed something. She couldn't actually touch any object that was visible. Vidia slipped back into the bed, feeling a bit sheepish.

"Hey, Val!" Tinker Bell had returned. "Mom will be along in a bit. She had to stop and talk with Dr. Hopper."

"Who?"

"Dr. Hopper, the psychologist."

"Do I know him?"

"You should, you've had several sessions with him already."

"What kind of sessions?"

"He asks you questions and you give him answers. That kind of stuff."

"Why does he need to be a doctor to do that?"

"Well, he figures out if a person is crazy or not based on your answers."

"I'm not crazy!"

"Didn't say you were."

Moments later, a tall blonde woman strode into the room. Vidia remember her as Deputy Swan. She looked angry. "Valerie Kensington?"

"Val, that's you," Tinker Bell whispered.

"Uh…, yeah?"

Deputy Swan put a metal brace on Vidia's wrist. "Hey! What's going on?" Swan then clasped the other end of it to the bedrail. Vidia tried to pull free, but it held her wrist tightly.

Swan then added, "Valerie Kensington you are under arrest for reckless endangerment, resisting arrest and giving false testimony to an officer of the law."

"I did what? I didn't do any of that. Whatever that is," Vidia shouted.

"You have the right to remain silent," Deputy Swan continued. "You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed for you."

"What are you talking about?" Vidia shouted. "Tink, what is she talking about?"

"Shh. Val, don't say anything."

"Why?"

"Just don't. Keep quiet."

Vidia kept silent as Deputy Swan finished her little speech.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Vidia asked her.

"Because you lied to me," Swan replied.

"I didn't lie."

"I'm not very good at much in this world, Valerie, but I have one special ability. A superpower," Swan said in a hushed, but very serious tone. "I can tell when someone is lying." Deputy Swan looked directly into Vidia's eyes. "Tell me, is your name Valerie Kensington?"

"NO!"

"Then what is it?"

"Vidia," she answered. "My name is Vidia. I'm a fast flying fairy and I live in a sour plum tree in Pixie Hollow in the year 1905 as you humans measure time."

~O~

Deputy Swan turned and walked out of the hospital room. Taking the long walk down the hallway to the elevator Emma felt sick to her stomach. Valerie wasn't lying. She honestly believed that she was this Vidia character from the video she had watched. Emma just hoped that Dr. Hopper could prove it.

Uh oh, Vidia is getting into dire straits. Lets just hope Dr. Hopper and Claire can get her out of this. Thanks for reading.