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

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

"Wake up, sweetie," a voice called to her. It was a soothing voice. In fact, it was her queen. Vidia awoke in her Sour Plum Tree home. She could feel her wings stretching out as if beckoning to the sky. They shook and quivered with so much anticipation. It was all a dream, wasn't it? Storybrooke. Being a human. Everyone losing their memories.

Yes, it all was just a terrible nightmare.

Queen Clarion, in all her regal glory was sitting by her side. She was calling to her with a soothing, gentle voice. "Wake up, sweetie," she said again. Vidia could feel the queen's hand on her cheek, lightly pulling her hair away from her face. "Valerie, sweetheart, wake up."

Valerie?

Vidia's eyes opened. "Where am I?" she mumbled.

"You're home," the queen's nurturing voice whispered. "How does it feel to wake up in your own room rather than that sterile looking hospital?"

She was in the human house. She was still human. Her queen still believed she was another person.

"Get up, honey," she said again. "I know you probably want to sleep in today after everything that has happened, but we need to get back to work."

"Work?"

"Um hm. We have that job in the Town Hall. It needs to be finished on time or I'll never get another contract with the city. So let's go sleepy head." The queen leaned over and kissed Vidia on the temple. A strange thing for the queen to do, Vidia thought.

Then her majesty cheerfully added, "Up and at 'em."

Clarion stood up from her bed. Vidia sat up, looking around. The queen turned on the television set which at the moment was showing Storybrooke This Morning. Rosetta, under the name Desiree, had returned to her morning show and was excitedly talking about her new boobs.

"She hasn't mentioned us at all today," Queen Clarion said of her. "I wonder if she forgot. Oh, and I asked Tina to use my bathroom, so the one in the hall is all yours."

~O~

Getting ready this morning presented many new challenges for the displaced fast flyer. She was confronted with so many new experiences. Some fascinating, others just plain baffling. For instance, why were there two light switches in the bathroom? And why did the shower in this room have a vine attached to the showerhead. When she tried it out and discovered its purpose, Vidia was pleasantly surprised. Even more so when she found out that by turning the shower head it could change from a spray to a pulsing massage.

It felt so good.

After her morning bath and brushing of teeth, Vidia returned to Valerie's room to finish dressing. She could have sworn that she heard a ringing sound while in the shower, but the sound was gone now. Her next challenge was putting on the brassiere. Her queen assisted her with it at the hospital. Removing it wasn't so hard, but putting on a fresh one without help proved to be nearly impossible. Using the full length mirror that hung on her door and craning her neck to see the reflection proved useful. It also reminded her of the awful tattoo that Valerie had decided to put on her back. It was also a painful reminder of something else. No wings. She had to sit down and come to terms that she could no longer fly.

A smile played across her face. For some insane reason Vidia was reminded of Zarina, who walked everywhere in Pixie Hollow because she was saving her dust for experiments. Vidia even remembered what she said to her just a few days before that incident.

Zarina had announced she was out for a stroll that morning on her way to the Pixie Dust Depot.

"Hi, Vidia," Zarina greeted. "Nice wind."

The flyer was busy helping Fawn to bath the baby birds. Her role was to create a wind to dry their wings. She stopped briefly to return the greeting.

"Thanks. What's a stroll?"

Now Vidia would know what a stroll was because she would have to take one several times a day just get from one place to another. No more wings, no more flying. No more racing dragonflies or knocking leaves from branches. Just walking. Lots and lots of walking.

Vidia hoped her legs wouldn't give out on her.

~O~

Claire was busy making breakfast for her two girls once more and it felt good. Even as she was so tired of this morning routine each and every day, there was a comfort she drew from knowing it was for both of her babies and not just one. She chuckled to herself, parents always saw their children as babies no matter how old they got. Even her own mother was that way. Claire thought it was just so stupid and embarrassing until she had children of her own. Now they were her babies, even though one was sixteen and the other twenty four.

Deputy Emma Swan called to inform her that Valerie was to be arraigned tomorrow morning. "You had better talk to your lawyer before then," she advised Claire.

"We don't have one," Claire replied. "I can't afford an expensive attorney."

"The city will appoint one for you, then," the deputy told her. "I'll give you the name and address for the one assigned to you."

Great, that's all I need, Claire sighed. Another lost day at the job. The mayor is going to cancel my contract with the city and make sure I never get another one ever again.

There was only one answer, hire some help to do the work until all of this blows over. However, that meant spending money she couldn't afford. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Claire, she thought to herself. So what else is new?

"Oh, one more thing," Emma started. "The mayor found out that Desiree Collingsworth spoke with you and your daughter at the hospital. She insisted that Desiree not speak about your case on air until after the trial."

"Trial? I thought this was just supposed to be a hearing?"

The hearing was to determine if there would be a trial, Emma explained. In the event there was one, though, the mayor wanted an impartial jury. Telling everyone in Storybrooke would make that extremely difficult.

"But…, but Desiree promised," Claire replied, sounding desperate. "It was going to bring in more customers. We need the money, deputy."

"I'm sorry, but I have to agree with Regina this time," Emma Swan told her. "An impartial jury will…"

"An impartial jury means Valerie is more likely to go to jail."

"A jury that knows in advance might be moved by their emotions to let her off without considering other testimony or evidence," Emma Swan explained. "It would leave too many question marks about whether or not Valerie is truly deserving to be released. Look, I know she isn't lying about what has happened to her, but we can't leave too many questions linger about how she avoided jail time. Your whole family could become pariahs in this town and then you'll never earn another dollar."

Claire sighed. It was a huge risk Emma was asking her to take. "Alright. What is the information for the attorney who will be representing Valerie?"

~O~

"I've got to get new clothes," Valerie muttered to herself. She was staring at a shirt that read "Highway To Hell" in red on black fabric. She put it back and found a plain, black one instead.

But how, and where? Were there any dressmaking talents in Storybrooke? Would they even recall their own talent? No one she had met from Pixie Hollow was doing anything remotely close to what their talent was. Well except for Terence who was delivering mail. And why was that evil woman the mayor of Storybrooke and not Queen Clarion? She would make a much better town leader. She was a natural leader, after all.

"C'mon, girls. Breakfast!" she heard the queen yell up to her and Tink.

~O~

The kitchen supplied another shock for Vidia. Queen Clarion was cooking. There were pancakes on a griddle, eggs frying in a pan and some kind of long strips of meat in another pan. "What is that?" she asked pointing to the meat.

"Low fat, low sodium bacon," her queen answered. "Want some?"

"It's meat, remember?"

"Oh right, sorry. You're a vegetarian now."

"Where are your helper talents?"

"My what?"

"Your helpers? Cinda, Grace, Lisel and Rhia? They do all the work for you."

Clarion chuckled nervously. Almost despondent, in fact. "Oh, Valerie, we can't afford maids. I can't even afford this house." Her voice trailed off at the end. Vidia could barely hear what she said, but it was still clear enough.

"Why?"

The queen put a plate of food before her. "Eat your breakfast, sweetie."

"What's going on that we can't afford this-"

"JUST EAT YOUR DAMN BREAKFAST!" the queen yelled. Vidia had never heard her so angry. Nor did she remember her yelling so. Queen Clarion was always the picture of reserved grace. She almost never raised her voice or sounded too angry or too sad or too anything. The outburst caught Vidia by such a surprise she nearly shot out of her chair.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Clarion said in her gentlest tones, hugging Vidia as she spoke. "Everything costs money. We just don't have enough coming in to pay Mr. Gold and all of our other bills, that's all. The hospital bills and lost days on the job are only making things harder for us."

It was pretty much the same thing Tinker Bell and Clarion had told her last night. Today, though, the queen seemed almost desperate. Vidia didn't know what happened to make her like this in the span of one night, but she needed to find out. Getting everyone back to Pixie Hollow would be very difficult if they had no place to live. Now she had a new directive, keep herself, Queen Clarion and Tinker Bell in this house no matter what.

The queen put out another plate of food for Tinker Bell and a third for herself. Tink slipped into the room seconds later and all three ate, though quietly. Vidia felt strange, almost afraid after Clarion's outburst. She was clearly stressed and on edge. Not wanting to suffer the queen's wrath again, Vidia asked Tinker Bell about the dark, hot and bitter drink she was given.

"Its coffee," Tink informed her. "If you don't like it, you can add sugar."

The sweetener helped improve the taste. Still, she would have preferred tea. To be perfectly honest, she would have preferred to be back in Pixie Hollow.

~O~

"What's this place?" Vidia asked.

"It's where I go to school," Tinker Bell replied. "You graduated from here."

"I did?"

"Yes, sweetie, you did," Clarion told her. "Tina and I were at the ceremony. Your father would have been so proud of you. I know I was."

The building was a large place, with several levels and numerous windows on each floor. There was a strange look to its design that the queen said was Art Deco, whatever that meant. Tinker Bell kissed the queen on the cheek before saying goodbye. She exited the truck and ran into the building.

From there they were to meet with lawyers, Clarion told Vidia. Lawyers who would defend them in court.

~O~

Two men in nice suits occupied a room of an old Victorian style home. It had been retrofitted into a law practice with offices, meeting rooms and a secretary who greeted their clients. If they had any. Robert and Jeff were the least respected defense lawyers in all of Storybrooke. They had graduated dead last and second to dead last in their class, passed the bar exam after numerous failed attempts and had a terrible habit of bickering over minutia.

On top of all this, they simply weren't very good. They had lost every case they tried to defend with a single exception, which they won by sheer accident. When asked why they still remained practicing lawyers their answer was always the same: they enjoyed it.

Robert, who was tall and somewhat thin was reading the newspaper looking for potential clients. If someone believed they were wronged and was looking for a lawyer to prosecute, then someone else needed a lawyer to defend them. Business was so bad they had been reduced to being ambulance chasers. Or rather, chasing the ambulance chasers.

Jeff, a shorter, stocky fellow was sitting at his desk working on the computer. He had been tapping keys and clicking his mouse every day for the past several days. Finally he let out a victorious whoop and stuck his arms in the air. "Yes, it's done."

Robert, who appeared annoyed by the disruption looked up and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jeff answered cheerfully, "I've been thinking up slogans for our web page to drive more business to our door. I think I've finally hit on one."

"I seriously doubt it."

"Wait. You don't think I can do this?"

"Not really."

"And why not?"

Robert put down his paper and looked directly at his law partner. "Because the last slogan you came up with made us sound like cheese merchants."

"No it didn't," Jeff answered.

"Yes, it did."

"No! It! Didn't!"

"YES! IT! DID!" Robert said with much emphasis. "Why do you think we kept getting calls for prices on sliced Gouda?"

"I thought they were dialing the wrong number," Jeff replied. "It does happen."

"Every call? For a month?"

"Well I don't see you doing any better," Jeff sneered.

"Okay, okay. Tell me what you have."

"HA! I knew you would come around," Jeff replied, sounding awfully pleased with himself. "Tell me what you think of this: Fee Fi Fum, we smell the blood of a guilty man!"

"Oh, that's good," Robert said, sounding surprised.

"Really?" Jeff asked.

"Oh yes. Very nice. Catchy, too. It taps into a well-known phrase and lingers on the mental palate for days."

"Thank you. That's exactly what I was going for."

"There is just one problem. A very small one actually."

"What's that?"

Robert stood up and yelled, "WE ARE DEFENSE ATTORNEYS! We don't prosecute, we defend! Remember?! Our job is to keep our clients from being declared guilty!"

"...oh!" was Jeff's response after a short pause during which he was considering the words of his law partner.

~O~

Claire and Vidia were in the law office waiting room. They had arrived just in time to hear the outburst from behind the closed doors. Vidia's facial expression conveyed horror. Claire's expression was more in line with despair. She embraced her eldest daughter, trying to convey the maternal love that she had for her, while also attempting to offer some kind of symbolic protection and comfort. Claire knew that if these were to be their defense attorneys, Valerie would most assuredly go to jail.

Those two bickering defense attorneys? They're Grimsley and Leech, the bickering trolls who guard the troll bridge in Tinker Bell and the Lost Treasure. Their names, Robert and Jeff, come from their voice actors Rob Paulson and Jeff Bennett. (Rob and Jeff also voice Bobble and Clank.)