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

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

The very next evening Claire, Tina and Vidia worked to finish decorating their tree. The last items to be placed on it were three homemade ornaments. When Claire and Charlie were newly married, they could not afford a very large tree or very many decorations. So Charlie suggested they make their own. Their first and only attempt was a ceramic one which they made as a celebration of their love for each other.

When Valerie was four years old she became rather jealous that her parents had their own special ornament, but she didn't. So Claire helped her make one. It had the simple inscription, "I Love Mommy." When Tina came along. Claire made one for her. Tina's had her baby picture set inside.

It became tradition that every Christmas these three handmade ornaments be placed on the tree last. Claire always put hers highest symbolizing the parent's place in a family hierarchy and that their love flowed down to their children.

Valerie went second and Tina was third. Tonight, when Vidia was given her opportunity, she allowed Tina to go first as she studied this unusual trinket. Like so many things in this human house that once belonged to Valerie, it had no meaning to her though it was clearly important to Claire. "Go ahead, sweetheart," Claire said with a gently encouraging voice. "Put it anywhere you like."

Vidia selected a place midway up the tree. The ornament was a bit heavy so she looked for a stout branch to hold it. She was certain the loop had found purchase, but when she let go it slipped off and fell. The crafted decoration broke into several large pieces when it hit the floor.

"No!" Claire was in such shock. "What did you do?" Her hands shook as Claire scooped up the pieces in her palms.

"I'm…, I'm sorry," Vidia said. "I thought it was secure. But does it really matter? I'm not Valerie."

This pushed all of Claire's buttons in the worst possible way. "No. You're not. Valerie made this for me. My Valerie."

"Queen Clarion. Mom, I'm-"

"Don't you dare call me, Mom," Claire answered. There was more than anger in her voice. Vidia sensed an undercurrent of hateful venom. "I am not your mother and you… you are not my daughter. You're right, Valerie is dead. You are nothing but a fraud. An impostor. A changeling who has taken my little girl's place to torment me. No more. You are no longer welcome in this house."

"I can fix it," Vidia claimed. "With Tinker Bell's help it can be fixed. A little snail slime or quick dry maple sap will do it."

"What you broke can't be fixed," Claire criticized. "I made this with my little girl when she was four. It was a wonderful moment in my life. You've taken that away just like you've taken Valerie away."

"But Tink and I can make it-."

"SHE IS NOT TINKER BELL!" Claire shouted. "And you are not Valerie. I tried to take you in. Tried to pretend you were still my baby. I can't pretend anymore. You toy with me, you tease me. You have Valerie's face and voice, but you're not her. Instead you remind me of what I've lost and will never have back in my life ever again. I want nothing more to do with you. The court says I have to keep you here, but if I had my choice I would throw you out. From now on just stay out of my way."

Vidia knew this was Regina's curse talking, but she couldn't help taking it to heart. She had been rejected by her own queen. Banished. Not unlike Swift, Festus and the other fast flyers who had betrayed Pixie Hollow. Claire no doubt felt betrayed, too. The parallels were far too eerie to ignore and it left Vidia pained and heartbroken inside. Whatever she was to do lift to the curse, Vidia would have to do it living somewhere else. That night she packed up clothing, money and any personal items she thought she might need. Then she bundled herself up against the cold winter air and left home.

The fast flyer turned human had one place in mind, Lord Milori's house. Tina had explained to her the concept of a phone book the other day and she used it to find his address under the name of Hartley Winter. A basic map was printed within the pages of the phone book. She carefully tore it out and tried to navigate by it. However, page did not list minor residential streets and she quickly got lost. After several hours of walking and looking she found a bench at a bus stop and sat down to rest.

"Maybe I should have waited until morning," she muttered through chattering teeth. "It's colder than the Winter Woods out here." Her very breath turned to vapor each time she spoke.

She wrapped herself in a thin blanket she had brought with her and tried to stay warm. A light dusting of snow flurries was on the ground and a little more began to fall. The cold air, chill wind and humid atmosphere cut through every layer of warm clothing she wore. She felt it down to her bones. It numbed her and soon Vidia found herself wanting to sleep.

"I have to stay awake," she told herself.

"Get up. Find Lord Milori's house," she ordered. Her mind was willing, her body wasn't. Vidia could spend the entire night wandering the streets of Storybrooke looking for his home and never find it. This late at night no one was out and about. Now she wanted to go back to Queen Clarion's home and sleep, but she was lost and couldn't find her way back.

Vidia assumed that it was well after midnight. The streets were abandoned except for a pair of headlights that approached her. Suddenly blue and red lamps flickered on and a siren blasted once. The police cruiser. Sheriff Emma Swan drove up. "You okay? Do you need a lift home?"

"I c-can't," she said shivering. Emma helped the girl into the passenger seat and warm air of the cabin. Vidia was able to explain what happened.

"I'm sure Hartley Winter is asleep by now. I'm taking you home, kid," Emma said looking at the glowing clock of her police cruiser dashboard which read two thirty in the morning.

"I can't go home," Vidia replied. "My queen has banished me."

"My home." Emma drove off to Mary Margaret's place.

~O~

Vidia didn't realize just how long she had been outdoors in the cold weather. When she woke the next morning a cheery woman's face with short black hair greeted her. "Hi," Mary Margaret said. "Hungry?"

"W-why am I s-still c-cold?" Vidia asked.

Mary Margaret put her hand to Vidia's forehead. "You're burning up. You've got a fever."

Emma Swan took Vidia to the hospital where she was diagnosed with a severe cold. The young woman was feeling the effects quite readily. Chills, body aches, sneezing, a nose that was alternating runny and stuffy, her eyes watered and she coughed often. When walking around Vidia was weak. Her body felt heavy, as if someone had somehow been able to increase the Earth's gravity.

The doctor suggested the usual: lots of rest, hydration and chicken soup. Because of the severity of the viral infection, he also prescribed antibiotics to prevent a secondary bacterial infection from setting in while she recovered.

"You can give her Tylenol for the aches and pains and the fever" he said. He then warned against any cough and cold medication with Acetaminophen as an ingredient if Vidia took Tylenol separately. "Tylenol is Acetaminophen. You don't want to over medicate."

Emma returned Vidia to Mary Margaret's home. She was surprised to see the school teacher still there.

"I can't leave her here alone in this condition and her mother isn't home. What else was I supposed to do?" Mary Margaret said. "I took a sick day. A substitute teacher will cover for me at the school."

Okay, I've get to get back to the station house," Emma replied. "Call if you need anything."

Vidia lay down on the sofa, shivering from the chills and fever she was experiencing. Moments later Mary Margaret presented her with a cup of hot chicken soup with vegetables. Vidia knew it contained the flesh of an animal, but she was too weak and tired and too hungry to protest. She sipped the hot broth and spooned the chunks of vegetables and chicken meat. It tasted so good.

~O~

It took a good while for Vidia to get comfortable on Mary Margaret's couch. The chills, body aches, sneezing and coughing made it hard for her to get to sleep. Then, when she could her stuffy nose made it hard for her to stay asleep. The perky school teacher presented her with some red, jelly filled pills. "This will help clear your nose a bit, ease the aches and let you rest."

Vidia downed the "Nyquil" with a glass of cool water. At first she thought the woman was lying about the pills' efficacy because she did not feel any better right away. However, within an hour or so her nose cleared up and her body wasn't racked with constant pain. Soon, Vidia could rest and she slept for several hours.

~O~

She was soaring. For the first time since awakening in Storybrooke Vidia was flying again. It was a most liberating sensation. The wind in her hair, the sun in her face, the waters below and the island of Never Land in the distance.

Glorious.

Her hands were outstretched and she basked in her return to flight. She joined a flock of seagulls that were winging their way to the island. Then she soared high into the atmosphere, twisting and curving right along the very edges of the cloud tops. The golden hue of sunlight on the cottony clouds was a reassuring sight. Vidia could stay up here forever.

Never Land was below and she dove on the Island pulling up just feet above its surface. Vidia swept across the plains, flew just above the treetops of the pine forest, buzzed the mermaids, frightened he cannibals and zigged-zagged around the hills before ascending to the very top of Never Peak Mountain. She set down and took in the most wonderful view.

"It's good to be home," she said happily.

"Hello," a voice called to her.

Vidia was taken aback. Next to her was that foolish Peter Pan. A longer look, though, revealed it wasn't him. Not the one she knew. Her Pan was mischievous, but harmless. This boy was different. She could see the malevolence in his face. He reeked of chaos and evil. His cruel smile sent a wave of fear down her spine. One that she had not felt since waking up as a human in a world of humans.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"You shouldn't be concerned with that," he said. "You aren't the one I'm looking for."

This Pan was about to leave her alone when he stopped. "But I suspect you know where he might be."

"I'm not telling you anything," Vidia said most defiantly.

"Yes… you will."

Vidia tried to leap into the air, but something held her down. His shadow. The shadow of this Peter Pan was an entity of pure evil. It grabbed her shadow and pulled it away from her. Vidia screamed in pain. It felt as if her very skin was being scorched off her body. Then Pan grabbed her face with his hands and stared into her eyes. She became transfixed by them.

"Where is he?" he asked. His mind entered hers. She could feel his wicked nature as his consciousness invaded hers like the tentacles of a squid. Tendrils that probed very corner of her mind. There was only one thing she could think of which described what he was doing to her. He was raping her mind.

She saw his past and his present. The boys he led away from home to Never Land. The dangerous games they played. Every night many whimpered and cried for their mothers. When they served no purpose or turned against him he murdered them. Vidia could hear their pitiful screams as they died from his torture.

He watched each of them die with a smile on his face. He actually enjoyed it. This creature, Vidia knew, was the devil himself.

"Where is he?" the Dark Peter Pan asked again, this time more forcefully.

Then, both spoke as one, "Story... brooke."

"That's where my prey lies," he told himself. "The truest believer."

Pan released her. Vidia quickly collected her wits. They were high above the island now. Only the shadow prevented her from wringing this malignant child's neck. "I'll get you for this," she screamed with unbridled anger.

"You can't even catch me," Dark Peter Pan told her, his wicked smile showing off his supreme confidence.

"You underestimate me," Vidia told him smugly. "I'm the fastest fast flyer in all of Never Land. No one can outfly me and no one can escape me."

"Really?" Pan laughed. "And how do you intend to catch me when you have no wings?"

For the first time since arriving here Vidia became aware that she had no wings. She could not feel them, she could not see them. Then she noticed she was still a human.

"Release her," Dark Pan ordered the shadow. It let her go and Vidia plummeted towards the ground and certain death. She screamed, panic filling her mind and body as the island raced up to her. The evil Peter Pan followed her down. "I say, you are quite fast," he said with a smug laugh. "Pity you can only fly in one direction."

Vidia watched with growing terror as the rocks below grew larger and larger. They loomed in her vision, she readied herself for death, if one could do such a thing. The rocks careened up to meet her face and then all was black.

~O~

"AAAH!" Vidia hit the ground with a thud. She looked around. It was unfamiliar. It was all a dream, wasn't it? she asked herself. Then she heard that voice.

"Are you okay? Did you hit your head?" It was the kindly school teacher, Mary Margaret Blanchard.

"Where am I?" Vidia asked. She was covered in her own perspiration from head to toe. Vidia was breathing hard and her heart pounded like it wanted to leap from her chest. The images from her dream, her nightmare, faded. Evaporating until all she saw was that face. Pure, unfettered evil. It laughed with delight at her torment. Then it was gone. She had no memory left, but she was still shaken by it.

"Are you okay?" Ms. Blanchard asked again. Vidia nodded her head yes, but before she could say a word she sneezed. Hard. She took her hands away from her face, the palms were covered in a green, slimy goo.

"Oh, why don't you go and wash up," Mary Margaret advised. She helped the girl to her feet and guided her to the bathroom. While Vidia washed up Ms. Blanchard took the blankets and pillow case from the couch and put them in the washing machine. She filled the tub with hot water, soap and some Lysol liquid disinfectant cleaner.

She then sprayed down the couch and pillow with more Lysol and then carefully stuffed all of Vidia's used tissues into the overflowing trashcan. Mary Margaret removed the trash can liner, tied it off and placed it by the door so it could be taken out later before replacing it with a new liner.

When Vidia exited the bathroom she noticed how clean the couch was now. It even had fresh linens. "Here," her hostess offered, "try some of this herbal tea. It's Echinacea, this will help you feel better soon."

Vidia took a sip of the tea and found the herbal flavors tantalizing. Not unlike the herbal infusions back home. She took more sips and inhaled the aroma. The pills she had taken were wearing off, but she could still smell the tea. The infusion also helped to calm her nerves. Her heart stopped pounding and she was breathing normally. Ms. Blanchard presented her with more chicken soup.

"You sounded like you had a nightmare," Ms. Blanchard said.

"I did," Vidia replied.

"What was it about, if you don't mind me asking?"

"It's gone, faded from memory," Vidia told her. "But based on how I feel, I'm glad I can't remember. I don't think I could ever sleep again if I did."

Dark Never Land and the Evil Peter Pan will appear once again in Season 3. If you like this story please let me know with a review or a PM. Thank you.