Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
Season 1, Episode 11, Chapter 1

The events in this and the following chapters take place before, during and after the events of Episode 11 titled "Fruit of the Poisonous Tree."

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

"Now I know you can do better than this," Misty Wen told her supplier. Misty, the manager of Dave's Fish and Chips, was at the docks trying to acquire the best and freshest catch of the day. The workday for her was just beginning. The early light of dawn was still a full hour away, yet here she was haggling with one of the boat owners / fishermen that operated from the docks, her last visit this morning after buying shrimp, crab, lobsters and mussels.

Most of the fish what was caught was sold to the cannery. Many of the other restaurants in town were supplied by that factory. Misty refused to settle for that processed slop. Purchasing the freshest, highest quality seafood right from the boats that caught them could make or break a business like Dave's. Misty knew this and was adamant that the restaurant in her care wouldn't fail under her watch.

"This is it," the man told her. "This the best I can do."

The man was Foster Bellamy and he captained a small fishing boat named Black Sam after the dread pirate Samuel Bellamy whom Captain Bellamy claimed as a distant ancestor, though the claim may have been dubious. Captain Bellamy was a somewhat short and stocky fellow who always wore the same red knit cap on his head.

When the two first met Misty took him for the scoundrel he was. She knew getting him to abide by any agreement would be difficult. So to force things into her favor she found his weakness and exploited it whenever Bellamy tried to cheat her with a less than desirable product.

"Now, Captain, we had an agreement, remember?" she reminded him. "Or as you called it, an accord."

"And I am living up to that accord," he answered.

"I'm not a sailor or a fisherman, but even I can tell that these fish aren't fresh," Misty said with a firm voice and a scowl. "Now if you don't want to honor our accord any longer then I'll gladly take my business elsewhere. And I'm sure whoever becomes my new supplier will be just as happy to take this off my hands."

This was where she manipulated him. Misty pulled from her classic Volkswagen Type 2 Double Door Panel Van Minibus a Styrofoam cooler with a New England Patriots logo on the side. She placed the cooler at his feet and removed the lid. Inside were four bottles of the finest rum available in Storybrooke. Rum was his weakness. The one thing she could always count on to make Bellamy adhere to their contract.

She then flipped over the lid to reveal a plain brown bag attached via Scotch tape which contained his payment. Misty Wen was paying the man under the table to hold back the very freshest and best of his catch just for her. It was how things were done on the docks. Restaurant managers and chefs all played this game with the fishermen at the docks and the growers at the local farmers' market. All of it was done off the books and all of it was done with the "approval" of the owners who willingly looked the other way. Every store wanted an advantage over their rival restaurants and this is was how they did it. Misty added the rum to keep the fisherman from selling to another diner, like Granny's.

Captain Bellamy began to salivate as he looked over the bottles of rum in the cooler. "Oh yes, I forgot. I did indeed put aside something just for you."

This was more like it. Bellamy presented her with several boxes full of just caught fish packed in ice that were so fresh one might swear they were still moving. The boxes were loaded into her minibus and Manager Misty Wen drove back to her restaurant pleased that she had been able to acquire such a superior haul. Now her restaurant could continue to live up to its slogan "The Freshest Catch In Town."

~O~

As the sun rose residents began to survey their town and took an accounting of the damage done by the fierce storm. The family in one home found that their television no longer worked properly. The colors were skewed with green on the bottom and red on top. In their backyard a tree had taken a direct strike from a lightning bolt (this also explained the malfunctioning television set). The tree was burned badly along the trunk down to the ground. The old tree had to be taken down as the damage was severe. It would have died on its own and could have threatened the house were it to fall.

This saddened the residents of this home as it held many special memories for them. The middle aged couple had once declared their love for each other under its leaves many years ago when they were just teenagers. Their children climbed its trunk and swung from its branches on tire swings. A stray cat was even rescued from it once. They adopted it and gave the hungry creature a home.

Those long and pleasant memories were always kindled by the sight of this tree. Now it would be lost forever. They hoped, however, that those memories would endure.

Elsewhere, the storm had nearly dashed the hopes of a young boy that lived in town. Henry Mills was set to join Emma at the shore by his "castle," an old wooden playhouse. As he approached on his bike, Henry noticed that the playhouse had been nearly knocked down. He raced to the base of one of the timbers and began digging in the sand. Underneath was a metal strong box which held his precious book Once Upon A Time.

Emma was incredulous that he would keep it here and not under his bed or in her possession. "That's exactly where the evil queen would look," he told her in reply.

It was at this moment that Mayor Regina Mills, Henry's adopted mother, drove up in her luxury Mercedes-Benz. She was furious with Sheriff Emma Swan. From where the mayor stood, the new sheriff was letting Henry play in a dangerous area. She was concerned that Emma wasn't being responsible enough.

"You're the sheriff now, Ms. Swan," Regina told her. "You need to learn your place in Storybrooke or else you won't have one."

This made Emma furious. Something she let Mary Margaret know when they met for coffee at Granny's a few minutes later. "Me not responsible enough?"

"She's just jealous because you and Henry have a place to call your own," the school teacher advised. At that moment Mary Margaret received a text message to meet David at "their special place." Emma didn't see the text, but she knew who it was. Mary Margaret was terrible at covering her tracks.

When Ms. Blanchard left the table, Sydney Glass slid into the empty chair. "I know something about the mayor," he told Emma. Glass had been drinking heavily and was clearly drunk. Emma didn't want to talk to him, he was the lead reporter for the local paper and the author of many hatchet jobs aimed squarely at her.

"Not anymore," he informed the new sheriff. "She got me fired." Ever since losing the election for sheriff Mayor Mills pulled strings and was able to have Sydney Glass removed from the newspaper entirely. He wanted to get back at her almost as much as Emma did.

Swan declined his offer, but he gave her his card in case she changed her mind.

~O~

THE ENCHANTED FOREST

"Here we go." The genie of the lamp could hear the footsteps come closer. He knew what this meant. Another person with dreams to turn into wishes. Seconds later, the magic of lamp pulled the genie out in a puff of smoke and there he stood before a man dressed in fine clothing and wearing a crown.

"I am the genie of the lamp. You may have three wishes," he said introducing himself. The genie, who possessed a dark complexion and a weary countenance, informed the man that his wishes had limitations. No killing someone, no bringing back the dead, he couldn't make anyone fall in love and lastly once a wish had been granted it couldn't be undone. Genie spoke these cautions as though he had spoken them a thousand times before. And indeed he had and was clearly tiring of it.

The man, who was a king by the name of Leopold, thought for a moment. Happily the king told him, "I have all that my heart could desire." He had no need of the genie's wishes.

"Nothing?"

"No. But tell me, Genie, what would you wish for?"

The genie had never been asked such a question. For all his existence he had been held captive by the lamp. Now his only desire was to be free from it.

"Then that is my first wish," King Leopold, declared. "I wish you to be free."

A stunned by truly grateful Genie granted the wish. The bracers which marked him as a slave to the lamp fell from his wrists. Though he still possessed his magic, no longer was he a servant to the desires of other men. Well, he wouldn't be once the king's last two wishes had been granted.

Leopold, wanting nothing, used his second wish to bestow the third wish on the genie for him to use as he pleased. Yet despite this wondrous turn of events the genie was hesitant to use it for his own gain. He had granted one thousand and one wishes as the genie of the lamp and each time the end result was a disaster for the wish maker. The wishes ultimately had unforeseen consequences which did far more harm than good. All that Genie wanted now to make his life complete was the love of a good woman.

The king was most understanding. Leopold invited Genie to his castle telling him that perhaps he might find love there. At the grand castle of his kingdom, Leopold introduced Genie to his beloved daughter Snow White. She was a lovely young woman with raven black hair and a disposition as pure as the snow she was named for.

Then King Leopold introduced Genie to his wife, Regina. Regina was Leopold's second bride. His first died of an ailment some years before when Snow was but a child. When Genie's eyes fell upon the woman he was absolutely taken with her. Though she was the wife of another man, Genie adored Regina from that very moment onward and desired her more powerfully than anything he had ever desired before.

~O~

PIXIE HOLLOW, NEVER LAND (The Late Georgian Era on the mainland)

"So, you're the new initiate?" Marianna asked. Marianna was a water fairy and a guild trainer. She had a fair complexion and blonde hair which she kept cut to just below shoulder length. The person she was addressing was a recently arrived water talent named Silvermist.

The young woman smiled and nodded. Silvermist, who had only arrived two months before, was of Asian descent and sported long, thick black hair, and a broad face with a loveable if somewhat vacuous smile.

"I'll be your instructor, Silvermist. You may address me as Master or Teacher. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Marianna quirked a disapproving eyebrow.

"I mean, yes, Teacher. Sorry." Silvermist blushed after her first blunder.

"Very well. Silvermist, I demand much from my students and I expect you to study very hard and excel at everything I teach you. If I find that you are ignoring me or your practices or are engaged in idle activities when you should be studying there will be severe penalties. Do I make myself clear?"

Silvermist was eyeing a cute fish in the nearby pond. It had caught her attention with its endearing smile and playful demeanor.

Marianna responded by roughly grabbing the distracted water fairy by the arm. "I said, do I make myself clear?!"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening. What did you say again?" Silvermist asked with a sweet as pie tone in her voice.

Right away Marianna knew this one was going to be trouble. Easily distracted, lack of focus, too nice for her own good. The water talent instructor was going to whip this lost cause into shape no matter how difficult it would prove to be. Marianna was the water talent guild's best initiate instructor and she wasn't going to let even this bubble headed whelp tarnish her sparkling reputation.

"No, you weren't paying attention, were you? Well I am not going to repeat myself. I expect to have your full and undivided attention at all times when you are under my instruction. So you had better figure out what I said or you will fail. And I do not accept failure."

"Um…, okay. Can I play with the fish now?"

"No! Class. Begins. Now."

Captain Foster Bellamy is Mr. Smee from the Once Upon A Time universe. Mr. Smee did not appear until season 2 and has never been addressed by his Storybrooke name, so I had to make one up.

Samuel Bellamy was an actual pirate who earned the nickname Black Sam. Bellamy, an Englishman, operated as a pirate during the 18th century. His career lasted barely one year before being killed at the age of 28, however he managed to capture more than 50 ships in that short span of time and was the wealthiest pirate on record at the time of his death.

The Genie in the flashback is Sydney Glass in Storybrooke. Misty is quite obviously Silvermist.