Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
A Disney Fairies / Once Upon A Time Crossover
Season 1, Episode 9, Chapter 1

Events depicted occur before, during and after episode nine of season 1 titled: "True North"

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

"Hey, Lydia," Stan greeted cheerfully as he walked into her video store. Stanley, who was one of the mail carriers, was followed by his chums, co-workers and roommates Beauregard (nicknamed Bo), Stewart (known as "Stu") and Clarence. "So now that this trial thing is over, can we resume our practice sessions?"

The four young men had formed a garage band while in high school. They were never very good, but at least they were loud. This was why they had engaged the services of Lydia Van Buren. Though a former lawyer she had decided to pursue her first love, the theater. The store was now her primary source of income. That and helping this group of teenaged boys how to play music, as opposed to "that awful noise."

"Did you four continue to practice on your own while I was in court?" she asked them.

"Yup, every day," Stewart replied.

"I mean with your instruments, not Guitar Hero," she added snidely.

"Uh…"

"That's what I thought."

"We practiced," Clarence told her. "I made sure of it."

"Very good. We can resume tonight."

"Great because we need to be in top form for the Christmas Festival," Bo said excitedly.

"Oh, goodie, so now the entire city can hear you desecrate all those time honored Christmas carols," she said. "I'm sure no one will ever forget that."

"Exactly," Bo answered. "What does desecrate mean?"

"I don't think you four are allowed to play at any Christmas function, ever" she answered. "It says so in The Bible."

"What? Where?"

"Thou shalt not take the name of thy Lord God in vain."

"Oh hah-hah, very funny," Bo replied, clearly not amused. To get even with her he asked the one question he knew would tick her off. "So, you got any good movies in this joint?"

Lydia sighed with exasperation. "We have nothing but good movies."

"Then why don't you have Flash Gordon?"

She quirked a disbelieving eyebrow at Bo. "You can find that in the cheese aisle at the local supermarket."

"OH! She got you good, Bo," Stewart commented. "Give it up, man. In this battle of wits you are clearly outmatched."

"Why do you hate that movie so much?" Bo asked her.

"For the same reason I dislike you, it is vile, repugnant and has no class."

Stu and Stan just about fell over laughing. Clarence face palmed.

"Class? That movie has plenty of class," he informed her.

"Don't make me want to vomit."

"Really? So I guess Max Von Sydow has no class?"

"Please don't remind me that an actor of his caliber is in that film."

"Or what about Topol? Y'know, from Fiddler On The Roof? Or how about Timothy Dalton? That guy oozes class. He was a James Bond, y'know?"

"Please take him away," Lydia begged the other three boys.

"But you're my hot movie babe," Bo said lustily. Bo had a crush on Lydia which she did not reciprocate, nor appreciate. "No matter how many times you send me away I'll always come back to you."

"Beauregard, stop," Clarence told him. "You're going to make her uncomfortable."

"TOO LATE!" Lydia announced.

"Lydia, can we get started?" Clarence asked. "This trial put us well behind schedule and we need to make up for lost time."

"Of course. Bailey?" she called out to one of her employees. "Bailey, can you watch the store for me. I'm going to assist these, uh, gentlemen with their music."

"Need a police escort?" Bailey replied snidely, looking at Bo.

"Nah, I can handle the little one," Lydia said, which sent Stan and Stu into fits of laughter. "Now let's get this over with before I lose my sanity."

~O~

THE WINTER WOODS, NEVER LAND (The Late Victorian Period)

A new laugh clinging to a dandelion seed drifted into the Winter Woods. A winter fast flyer carefully guided it to its soft landing spot at the arrival platform, a flow of pixie dust just inches away. Snowflake the Minister of Winter greeted the new fairy that appeared, a slender specimen with white hair.

"Hello," came the voice of several winter fairies, who were joyful to see another arrival.

A snowy owl descended from the clouds and landed next to the pixie dust falls where the platform was located. Milori, the Lord of Winter, dismounted the owl and approached the young thing. "Welcome to the Winter Woods. I hope you found your way alright," he said in his strong, but caring voice.

"I think I ran into a tree," she said. The other fairies gasped. "But I'm here now."

Milori smiled. "And we're glad you are." The older, white haired ruler of the Winter Woods nodded. "Minister, if you please."

Snowflake came forward, "Here, little one, let me help you with your wings." With a simple touch they suddenly glistened with magic and quickly the new pixie took flight. The new arrival marveled at this ability.

Using fairy magic, Lord Milori made several mushrooms appear arranged in a circle. Fairies placed an icon of their unique guilds upon each one.

"This will help you find your talent," Lord Milori said.

The new fairy went first to a chunk of ice, which fell and shattered. The fairies and sparrow men watching were disappointed to see this. This new arrival wouldn't be a glacier talent.

Next she came upon some animal hair, but it blew away. Then there was the pine needle sprig, but it went dark and dropped to the floor. The new girl seemed almost distraught. Then she came upon a snowflake, but it disintegrated. Finally, a ball of frost. When she reached for it, it glowed. In fact it glowed more brightly than it had for any other winter fairy in any guild, ever before.

"Wow! Did you see that?" A fast talking fairy chirped.

"Yeah, her talent glow was brighter than anyone I've ever seen," a dark haired fairy replied. "We could have fun with that."

"Spike, she's one of us. We can't do that."

"Speak for yourself, Gliss."

"Makes you wonder," said a dark haired sparrow man.

"Wonder what, Sled?" Spike asked him.

"If the warm fairies ever received a fairy with that kind of talent level?"

"Why should they share in our fun?" Spike answered.

"She's totally rad," a blonde sparrow man with droopy looking eyes commented. "Can we keep her?"

"Oh, Slush," Gliss said with a laugh.

Before flying off on his trusty owl, Milori announced, "Frost Fairies, come forward and greet the newest member of your talent guild, Periwinkle."

~O~

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

The next morning, Henry was in the Darkstar Pharmacy reading a comic book when he was approached by a young blonde girl about his age. She struck up a conversation before introducing him to her brother, who was just a bit younger than she was. Henry liked them and hoped they would be new friends.

When the three left, however, Mr. Clark the owner of the pharmacy stopped them. "Stealing, are you?"

Mr. Clark removed several items from Henry's backpack. The mayor's son instantly deduced that the girl was distracting him so the brother could place those stolen items in Henry's backpack. If anyone got caught, it wouldn't be them.

Mr. Clark, who sneezed constantly from his allergies, called up Henry's mother and the sheriff. Regina, when she arrived, refused to believe that Henry could shoplift. He was raised better than that. She fingered the boy and girl instead. Sheriff Swan asked why the brother and sister, whose names were Ava and Nicholas, would steal.

Ava confessed that their parents were out of work. The phone number given to Mr. Clark to call their home didn't work because bills could not be paid. The items they took were mostly necessities like toothpaste and food. "You were just trying to help out, weren't you?"

Emma took the pair home and dropped them off at their house. Sheriff Swan wanted to meet the siblings' family, but they asked her not to. It would be too embarrassing. She understood and let them go with a warning not to do it again.

When the vehicle was out of sight, Ava and Nicholas ran behind the home to an abandoned house where they lived inside the cellar. The put the few items they had tried to steal on shelves, just seconds before Emma caught them. "Why did you lie to me?"

It turned out they were orphans, living alone.

~O~

THE ENCHANTED FOREST

A man and his two children, a boy and girl named Hansel and Gretel, were chopping wood for the winter. Gretel, the older of the two siblings, was eager to help. Their father asked them to gather kindling. Then he handed her a compass. "This will help you find your way home," he told them.

When they had completed their task, the two children made their way back to where their father had been cutting trees, however, he was nowhere to be found. They heard a sound and ran towards it. What they ran into instead was the Queen's carriage, Gretel fell over out of fright. In the process, the crystal on the compass broke.

Queen Regina was angry that these two little whelps where in her way and insisted they be taken. Gretel fought back using a sling shot while Hansel ran for cover. Neither could escape the queen's dark magic, though. The queen wrapped them in vines she commanded.

"You're brave and you have spirit," Regina told them. She came to learn that their father was suddenly missing and took them to her castle in what appeared on the surface to be an act of compassion. She made a deal with them. She would help find their father if they collected something from The Blind Witch, an old adversary of the queen's.

No adult could enter the house as a spell had been cast upon it, but a child could easily enter. There was one condition. The house was made of unique materials. Candy, cookies and gingerbread among other things. The children were not to eat any of the candy or pastries set out by The Blind Witch, not even a lick, or else she would capture them.

Gretel, desperate for her father, agreed to the task.

~O~

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Penny was visiting the Kensington household again, helping Tina with her studies. It was so nice to see Tina find such a friend, Claire mused while cooking dinner. Tina had always been rather special. Her I.Q. was well above average and she had a mind for the mechanical.

Though she made many friends at school and in the neighborhood, none could be classified as close or best friends. Tina's love of tools and all things mechanical was quite the deviation from what some considered the norm for a young girl. Oh she played with dolls and such, but a claw hammer was just as welcome as a Barbie, maybe even more so.

This made Tina the butt of many jokes at school from a few of the more heartless girls. One in particular used foul language to insinuate that Tina was really a boy. It sent Claire's little one running home, bawling her eyes out. For weeks afterwards Tina tried to be as girly girl as she could. Eventually the mother had a sit down talk with her.

She explained that mean girls like that are intolerant of people with special talents like Tina's. "Don't let others make you afraid of who you are," Claire explained years ago. "If you like fixing things then be the very best at it."

"But why does she hate me so much?" little Tina asked.

"Because, dear, she's jealous. You're good at something that she isn't." This helped immensely and soon the little girl was back to normal, following her father around helping him fix things.

Penny was different from all of Tina's other acquaintances. She shared Tina's love of math and engineering. And although Tina wasn't the genius that Penny was, her intelligence was high enough to understand much of what Penny was telling her. Only one other person had come so close to being a best friend and that was Clarence. But even he could never quite achieve the kind of synchronicity that Tina and Penny seemed to share. If Claire didn't know better, she would almost swear that they were sisters.

"See, determining an isosceles triangle isn't so hard," Penny told her. "If two sides are congruent then the two angles directly opposite those sides are also congruent."

"Okay, and congruent means…?"

"They are the same."

"Oh, okay. Yeah, yeah, that's not so hard after all," Tina said with a smile. "Okay, now what about the Pythagorean Theorem?"

"Oh, that's simple: a squared plus b squared is equal to c squared."

"In English."

"The square of the hypotenuse of a right triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the remaining sides."

"In non-math English."

"Since you need a hypotenuse, and a hypotenuse can only exist when a right triangle is involved…"

"Then you can only have right triangles."

"Exactly," Penny said excitedly.

"So you take the hypotenuse which is the length of the side opposite the right angle, that's called c, and square it. Then take the lengths of the two remaining sides, a and b, and square each one and then add them together. The square of the hypotenuse, c, should be equal to the square of the other two sides, a and b."

"Oh, so that's what you meant by a squared plus b squared is equal to c squared."

"Yup, that's it all right."

"I think I'm getting the hang of this," Tina replied.

Listening to the two chat it up helped Claire take some of the sting away from losing her rare and valuable jerseys. Not to mention her city contract. It did not, however, take away the disheartening feeling she felt from not being able to find another long term job. Claire had spent most of the day looking for any kind of work.

All could find was helping Granny install a new freezer in the diner. She was paid partly in cash and the rest in a frozen lasagna. On the condition Claire never told anyone that her lasagnas were frozen. It wound up being tonight's dinner. Claire also made a green salad while she talked Vidia through opening a can of frozen biscuits to bake in the oven alongside the dinner.

"Okay, now pull off the wrapping and then tap it against the table side. Be careful because it will pop open so keep a grip on it," Claire told the raven haired girl.

Vidia did as instructed, but when she tapped the tube against the table it popped open, made a loud noise and surprised her. She let go of the tin and it fell. The biscuit dough rolled out onto the floor picking up dirt, dust and hair.

"Dammit, why can't you listen?" Claire said harshly. "I said keep a grip on it."

"That was loud, I wasn't expecting that," Vidia answered.

"I told you to expect it. Forgot it. Just go away. Go to your room until I finish dinner."

Claire picked up the dropped can of biscuit dough and tried to clean them off, but the dirt had embedded itself deeply and she was forced to throw the entire can away. "Great, wasted money."

~O~

Vidia fumed all the way to her room. It was a simple mistake, she couldn't understand why Claire was being so mean about that little blue can of bread. She sat down on her bed with a huff. She felt something hard underneath her. She remembered the book Henry gave her. The one he claimed would answer her questions about how everyone came to Storybrooke. She opened its cover and began reading the first story.

Yes, folks, a Timothy Dalton sighting.