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

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Archie knew what Regina was doing was at best unethical. Word traveled fast in Storybrooke. Particularly with a mayor who had information about her town fed to her every day. Cowed individuals and willing accomplices were always ready to fill her in on such events as soon as they happened. He had no idea who these persons were, but she must have had something on them since every person he knew feared her wrath.

Mayor Regina Mills wielded considerable political power in this small town. Whether she curried favor through force or by helping others to achieve their own goals, Regina had individuals of importance in her pocket at all times. Perhaps this was why no one dared to run against her in each election. No one wanted to bring down the full fury of the Regina Mills political machine on their heads.

Dr. Hopper was in a unique situation when he stood up to her. He put into play the one person she dared not lose: Henry. He was her one and only weakness. Hopper made it plainly clear to Regina that if Emma Swan chose to engage in a custody battle with her to reclaim her son, the court hearings would likely require testimony from an expert witness.

A psychological evaluation regarding the emotional and mental health of the child in question to be precise. In this case, the psychologist who had been treating the boy would be asked to take the stand. It put her at a major disadvantage and it allowed Archie to pursue Henry's mental and psychological health care as he saw fit.

Others in Storybrooke were not so lucky to have that kind of leverage over Regina. Now Claire Kensington and her daughter Valerie were about to take the full brunt of her fury. Although exactly for what, he didn't know. Valerie had told him that Regina made threats against her and her family. He was able to extract some clarification during their talk last night. Regina was convinced that "Vidia" was just an elaborate ruse to avoid jail time.

Why Mayor Mills chose Valerie and the Kensington family to assault in this way, however, was the answer he did not have. It made no sense for Regina to take such extreme measures against a household that had not offended her. Valerie's crimes, while significant, did not warrant direct involvement from the mayor. The mayor's arch nemesis, Emma was not directly involved, nor was Henry's safety in question. Archie was left waiting in his office, pondering this conundrum when his first patient arrived.

"Come in," he said to the closed door after the knock. When the door to his office opened, though, he was greeted not by his patient, but by the young blonde who worked at the video rental and sales store in town.

"Dr. Hopper, here are those videos you requested," Lydia said as she handed him three DVDs.

"Thank you," he said. He paid her for the films and added a little extra for her time. The three movies he had purchased were the ones that Emma had told him about. The very same ones Mayor Regina Mills had given to her as proof of Valerie's deception. Tinker Bell, Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure and Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue.

These were the same movies he had briefly read about yesterday afternoon as he prepared to interview Valerie Kensington. Or at least the Vidia personality that she claimed to be. He set them aside when his first appointment arrived.

~O~

"What are you doing?" Chester yelled into this Bluetooth headset. "We did this neighborhood yesterday."

"I missed her yesterday," Blake yelled back. Blake was driving the garbage truck. They had been picking up blue bins, recyclables, when Blake turned the corner and shot down the street.

"You're going to get us fired," Chester stated angrily.

"I'll get us back in time," Blake replied. "Don't worry, no one will notice what we did."

The garbage truck pulled up to a familiar Tudor style, two story home. Chester just rolled his eyes and face palmed. A moment later the door opened and out stepped Claire Kensington and her youngest daughter, Tina. Blake honked the horn and waved at the blonde girl. She ran to the garbage truck. Stepping up the girl peered inside. "Didn't you guys pick up yesterday?"

"Yeah, but I didn't get a chance to talk to you yesterday," he said. "Here."

Chester handed her another bag of homemade muffins.

"Thanks, pumpernickel?"

"Yup, just like last time."

"I love these. I don't know what you put in them, but they are delicious."

"Thanks. How is Valerie doing?"

"Not so good," Tina said, her voice and expression falling. "She thinks she is someone else, now. Mom is worried sick."

"Yeah, I can understand why."

Blake had wanted to ask her out on a date, but after hearing what was going on, he decided to wait. Then she asked a question he had not anticipated, but should have.

"So why did you come all this way out here?"

For a moment, Blake went blank. It was as if he had suffered a blue screen of death. Then, a couple of seconds later, he recovered and stated his intent. "Uh…, well…, I was going to try and ask you out on a date, but with all this going on, I'll just…"

"Here," she replied.

Tina grabbed a piece of paper from his dashboard and a pen. She scribbled something and handed it to him. "Bye."

She left the truck and went back to her mother, bag of muffins in hand. When Blake looked at the paper, she had written her cell phone number on it.

Blake put the truck in gear and drove back towards the neighborhood he and Chester were supposed to be working. At the end of the block, he yelled "Alright!"

"OW! A little warning next time, will ya?" Chester said into his Bluetooth earpiece. "You nearly blew out my ear."

"Sorry! She gave me her phone number!"

"Nice going stud. When's the wedding?" Chester asked sarcastically.

"Oh, ha-ha!"

"We are so getting fired," Chet mumbled to himself.

~O~

"Didn't they come yesterday?" Claire asked Tina.

"They forgot something," Tina replied.

"What could they forget? And what do you have there?"

"Pumpernickel muffins," the girl replied. "Blake makes them. They're awesome, you should try one."

Claire confiscated the bag from the girl. "That man is too old to be talking to a young thing like you."

"Hey, I'm almost seventeen," Tina protested. "In another year or so I'll be old enough to vote."

"Well until then you are still sixteen and you will obey my rules. Don't talk to him anymore. Now let's go, you're going to be late for school."

Tina fumed as she climbed into the work truck. "C'mon, eighteen," she muttered under her breath.

~O~

With Tina loaded in the truck, Claire stared at the bag of muffins wondering what sort of man could be infatuated with young girl like Tina. He must be a pervert or a weirdo to be stalking a sixteen year old.

She tossed the muffins into the trash bin and returned to the truck just as her cell phone rang. Deputy Swan was calling. She was asking Claire if Dr. Whale had told her anything about whether Valerie was set to be discharged from the hospital.

"No, Deputy, he hasn't said anything to me," Claire replied.

Deputy Swan responded that she hadn't heard from him, either. "I've called him twice this morning and all I've gotten is his voice mail. Regina has scheduled a pretrial hearing for Monday and I have to get Valerie arraigned before then." Valerie was to appear in court to have formal charges read to her so she could enter plea in response.

"Maybe you should gather some of Valerie's clothes and meet me there, Claire," Emma instructed. "I'm going to speak directly to Dr. Whale and see about getting Valerie discharged today."

"Okay, Deputy. But I'll need some time. I have to get Tina to school and then get those clothes for Val."

"Call me when you get to the hospital," Emma told her. "Discharge papers usually take time anyway."

"Thank you, Deputy. Goodbye." Claire sighed. This was all she needed, missing a day from her job at the Town Hall. Regina was already singling her out for some unknown reason. If she racked up too many missed days doing the renovation work, Regina might decide to award the job to another contractor and she desperately needed that influx of money more than ever now.

~O~

Deputy Emma Swan entered the doors of Storybrooke General and walked right into a maelstrom of nightmarish activity. Nurses and staff were on the phones calling technical support. Others were talking to doctors and nurses on other floors. Who needed what medication and when. What patients were being sent home, which needed to stay? Schedules were fouled up all over.

Emma felt as if she had walked in on a disaster. It was.

"What's going on?" she asked a male staffer at the administration desk.

"Our network was attacked last night," he told the deputy. "Thousands of sensitive files have been erased. We're trying to work around the problem, but it looks bad."

"Where is tech support?"

"They are aware of the problem," the man behind the desk answered. "That's all they are telling us."

Deputy Swan had come to consult with Dr. Whale regarding Valerie Kensington. It had been their intention to discuss discharging her from the hospital. Once released Valerie was to have been transported to the sheriff's station and booked. Then an arraignment was to be scheduled.

After seeing this, Emma knew that Dr. Whale was going to be up to his eyebrows in problems, so instead she asked the person by the desk about the Kensington girl.

"Is she ready to be discharged?"

"Her files are one of the thousands that are missing," he answered.

"How do you know?"

"Dr. Hopper already called about those files," he said. "When we tried to look them up on the computer they were gone. No trace of her files anywhere in the system. As far as the computer system is concerned she was never admitted to this hospital. The same with a number of our current patients. They could walk out of here and we would have no legal way of stopping them."

She asked where the network room was located and followed the detailed instructions to the basement where all the servers, routers, firewalls and punchboards were kept and maintained. During her trek to the server room she wondered why no one had bothered to contact her about this crime. She was the acting sheriff, after all.

Emma Swan strode into the room and found a person she assumed to be the network administrator consulting with Mayor Mills of all people. "What are you doing here, Madame Mayor?"

"Why wouldn't I be here, Deputy Swan," Regina answered. "I'm a concerned mayor, I care about what happens in my town. When something of this magnitude occurs, I get answers."

"So they called you in, but not me?"

"Deputy, this is a cyber-crime, not a purse snatching," Regina sneered. "Someone from outside of Storybrooke has seen fit to destroy sensitive files and put the lives of hundreds of patients on the line. That hardly qualifies as your jurisdiction."

"It's a crime and it happened in Storybrooke; that makes it my jurisdiction," Emma rebuked. "Why don't you let me in there, I can use my data recovery tool."

"Do you really think your little toy can recover thousands of lost files, Deputy?" Regina asked in a condescending tone. "This is a network, not a child's home PC."

"If it's been erased, this little 'toy' can find it," she observed. "Now what's been lost?"

"A little bit of everything," the network administrator told Deputy Swan. "Patient files, medication schedules, accounting, payroll, surgical schedules, employee duty rosters, inventory. You name it, it's been wiped."

The network admin appeared unsure that Emma's data recovery tool would work. So he asked her to try it on a server with data that was less critical than the others. Inventory. Deputy Swan plugged in her USB drive into a USB port and launched her utility. Using the mouse, she directed the tool to recover files from the network drive. The recovery tool appeared to be working. A small icon kept turning over and over. Then a message appeared: ERROR! NO DATA FOUND!

"Well, I guess we know who the real computer expert is around here," Mayor Mills said, more condescension in her voice.

"Let me try it again," Emma said. This time she plugged in her USB drive to a server marked payroll and launched the utility. The same error message appeared: ERROR! NO DATA FOUND!

"I've had enough of this, Deputy Swan," the mayor scoffed. "Why don't you monitor the school cafeteria for bullies stealing lunch money?"

Emma was about to let loose a tirade on the mayor when a different window popped up on the screen. This one sent chills down Emma's spine. "Oh no, not these guys," she said, a tenor of fear in her voice.

On the computer screen was an image of a Guy Fawkes mask accompanied by a single word.

Anonymous.

Did Regina cover her tracks really well? Or did she commit a serious error? Find out next chapter.