Disney's Tinker Bell in Storybrooke
A Disney Fairies / Once Upon A Time Crossover
Season 1, Episode 11, Chapter 9

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

When the council session ended Claire and Hartley met up just outside. Vidia stayed a discrete distance away so they could talk in private. "I can't believe I voted for her for sheriff," Claire mumbled to herself. She was staring directly at Emma Swan who was across the way speaking with Sydney Glass and Mr. Gold.

"Would you have preferred Sheriff Sydney Glass?" Hartley asked in return.

"Hmm? No, but today Emma seemed so unlike herself," she clarified. "Almost like she was obsessed with 'dethroning' the mayor. Not that I'm a fan of Regina, mind you."

"No of course not. Regina does like to bully her constituents."

"Yes. I just thought Sheriff Swan was of higher moral character than that. Very bad form."

"Bad form? Why I haven't heard that since the last time I watched Peter Pan," Hartley confessed.

Claire chuckled a bit. "That used to be one of Tina's favorite movies growing up. Come to think of it one of her favorite books, too. I suppose that phrase got just stuck in my head."

Hartley smiled broadly. "Perhaps we should be grateful that it wasn't 'you silly ass' that got stuck in your head."

"What?! Oh right. Tinker Bell would say that to Peter in the book. Very droll."

Hartley could barely contain himself. He enjoyed needling her in this playful manner. But now he had another question for her. "Claire, would you like to join me for a bite to eat?"

"You mean right now?"

"Yes," he replied.

"But what about Valerie," Claire objected. "I can't just leave her in the truck."

"Bring her along," Hartley replied. He took her hand, kissed it and added, "I just want to spend more time with the woman I love."

Claire blushed. Suddenly it was as if she were walking among the clouds.

~O~

Emma and Sydney were stuck licking their wounds. Regina had made them look like damn fools. Emma had no one but herself to blame. So ready to believe the very worst about Regina that Emma never bothered to do her due diligence. If she had been more open minded, more willing to question the evidence before her she might have learned that it was a play house, not a residence. Or at least cast suspicion on just how a mere fifty thousand would pay for such a large and luxurious home. Now her standing in the community had taken a huge hit.

Mr. Gold came by to congratulate them on the attempt, but suggested that if Emma had any hope of success against the mayor she was going to need some help. Emma remembered the "help" she got from him during the election and flatly turned him down.

Moments later Regina came to speak with the Sheriff. What followed was full dressing down. The mayor now knew full well that Emma and Sydney had broken into her office to steal those documents. It was the only way she could have obtained them. Emma responded by accusing Regina of cutting the brake lines on her police cruiser.

"Brake lines? Are you delusional?" Regina replied, now more concerned than ever.

Instantly Emma realized she had just volunteered information she should have kept to herself. She was right. When this whole affair started several days ago at the old, beat up playground by the coast Mayor Mills accused Sheriff Swan of simply trying to get around her to get to Henry. So Regina took him out of the equation. Emma was no longer to have any contact with Henry without her authorization.

None.

Ms. Swan tried to answer back, but Regina explained that after what had just happened there wouldn't be a court in the land that wouldn't side with her right now. Emma had shown herself to be obsessive, vengeful, possessive and delusional. More than enough to wrest any claim Emma had to her son.

With no other choice Sheriff Emma Swan agreed to the terms. Fully defeated Emma retreated to the comfort of a drink at Granny's. Emma thought she was putting Henry's needs first with this undertaking, but she was putting herself before him. What she actually did was put Henry in the middle of her feud with the mayor. Now both she and Henry were going to suffer for her error in judgement.

~O~

THE ENCHANTED FOREST

"It is done," the Genie told Queen Regina. The woman was at her dresser mirror fixing her hair and clothing. It was about all she could do since King Leopold confined the queen to her bedchamber following the discovery of her diary. Now the king was dead and Regina was free. Free to be with Genie.

Unfortunately, there was a complication.

"The palace guards know you did it," she told him. Assassinating the king was a crime punishable by death. When King Leopold found him days earlier, Genie was separated from his lamp. If found by the palace guards now Genie would soon find his head separated from his neck. To help him escape Regina had used her influence to arrange a secret escape route for Genie. A boat which would take him out of the kingdom and to safety.

At that exact moment Genie knew he had been manipulated. "The Agraban Viper," he murmured as the realization dawned on him. That viper was from his home land. It would tie the murder to him without even the slightest doubt.

"We can longer be together," Regina told him. "Now go before they find you here."

"I can't. I love you. I can't be without you," he proclaimed. In spite of all Regina had done to him Genie could not leave. He was too smitten by the woman.

"Don't you get it?" she roared back. No longer did she coo or talk sweetly or with swoon at his behavior. Suddenly she was a different woman. A con artist, a person so taken by her own cleverness that she grinned from ear to ear when she spoke her next words. "I don't love you. I wanted the king dead and you killed him for me. I've given you a way out, now go before the guards find you here."

"No," was his firm reply. There was one last wish in the lamp and Genie was going to use it. He wished to be with her forever. To stay by her side, always.

Genie vanished in a puff of smoke. Where was he? Regina thought as she searched the chamber.

"No! NO!"

Regina heard his cries and found him.

"NOOO!" Genie's wish had gone awry. He had told King Leopold that every wish ever made on the lamp had turned out badly for whoever made that wish. It was true for him, as well.

Regina found him, trapped in the mirror he had gifted to her. She smiled, a cruelty to her grin as she took pleasure in his misfortune. "It looks like you got your wish."

~O~

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

Sydney Glass joined Emma at Granny's for that drink. Sydney had proved himself both a useful ally to her and a thorn in the side of Mayor Regina Mills. A combination Swan could live with. At that moment Emma decided to join forces with Sydney on a more permanent basis. Up till now Swan had been going down this path against Regina on her own. Now she had a confederate in this battle against the mayor. An insider who could go places and do things she could not. Someone she could trust.

For once since her fight with Regina began Emma no longer felt alone.

~O~

Later that afternoon Sydney Glass stood looking into a mirror. His reflection in this mirror was, unknowingly, a reflection of his former life as the Genie of the Lamp who became trapped in Regina's looking glass. A life he had forgotten, but was playing at again here in Storybrooke.

"Did she buy it?" the mayor asked. He had gone to her home to report back on his progress.

"All of it," Sydney answered. He held up a micro tape recorder and played back the conversation he and Swan had at Granny's proving that now he had fully earned his way into Emma's confidence.

She put her hand on his knee and give it a gentle, erotic squeeze. It excited him, swelling his feelings of attraction for her. "What would I do without you, Sydney?" Regina added with a smile.

He was going to be with her… forever.

~O~

Hartley brought Claire and Valerie to Dave's Fish and Chips once again.

"Is that all right with you, sweetie?" Claire asked her eldest girl.

"YES! I mean, yes. I liked their food," Valerie answered with much enthusiasm. Vidia, however, had her own reasons for returning to that establishment.

Service was a little slow today and the staff appeared just a tad ragged. It struck Hartley as odd. It was an atypical experience for him. The three sat at their table waiting for someone to take their order, but no one came immediately.

Hartley had to wave down someone to place their meal order. The lovely, young manager Misty Wen came to apologize. "I'm very sorry for the wait. Let me make it up to you with an appetizer on the house."

While Claire and Hartley give Misty their food order Valerie recognized the woman immediately. She had found another of her friends. Silvermist. Of all the places for a water talent to work, a seafood restaurant.

Watching Silvermist serve plates of cooked fish during their visit Vidia couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor thing. Sil was always so attached to her little fish friends back in Pixie Hollow. She wondered how the sensitive water fairy was going to react to this news.

She'll probably bawl her eyes out for days, Vidia considered. Then the fast flyer remembered when she first met Silvermist. It wasn't exactly her finest hour.

~O~

PIXIE HOLLOW, NEVER LAND

"Shug, can you help?" Rosetta called out to Iridessa. Iridessa was the latest addition to the Pixie Hollow Light Talent Guild. She possessed a dark complexion with bright eyes and a generally likeable disposition.

Rosetta, a redheaded garden fairy, was busy planting seedlings by the shoreline when she requested the light fairy's assistance. "You, too, Sil," she called out. The girls had worked out a system. Rosetta would plant the seeds, Silvermist provided the much needed rainfall and Iridessa would apply some sunshine. Together the plant was nourished enough so Ro could use her magic to make the seeds grow into a lovely plant.

"It's beautiful," Silvermist breathed. She was staring at the deep indigo colors of the tufted blue lily. The various blue lilies on Never Land were Silvermist's favorite flowers. So much so in fact that she used their petals to make her clothing.

"C'mon, Sil, I'll teach you talk to the fish," Fawn called out. Fawn was an animal talent fairy. Members from her guild had the natural ability to speak the native tongues of every creature that lived in Pixie Hollow. And they could speak those languages like a native.

As hard as Silvermist tried, her fish speak always had an accent. "That's okay, Sil," Fawn told her, "they can understand you just fine. And that's all that really matters."

Silvermist tried to say a simple phrase in fish language. They little swimmers didn't quite understand what she was saying, but the nearby frogs were driven into a tizzy.

"Uh oh," Fawn stated.

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"You said, 'I want to bite the wax tadpole,' Sil," Fawn translated. "The frogs didn't appreciate that very much. Remember, fish is a very tonal language. If you use the wrong pronunciation or an incorrect tense it changes the entire word. Now try again."

Silvermist attempted the phrase once more, taking her time and carefully applying the correct tone to every word. This time the school of fish before her cheered. She had told them, "I love my fish friends very much."

"Now you got it," Fawn smiled.

"So, this is the new girl," a smoky voice asked. Silvermist twirled around and stood face to face with a tall, purple clad fairy. She had long, dark hair pulled up in a ponytail and wings that were longer than anyone's Sil had ever met.

"Hi, my name is Silvermist, what's yours," she asked innocently enough.

"Yeah, I don't give out my name to just anyone," the tall fairy replied.

"Her name is Vidia," Fawn replied.

Vidia glared at the animal fairy. Then the tall fairy slowly circled Silvermist as if sizing her up. "I heard that you're quite the talent," she said with a touch of bitterness in her tone. Silvermist's talent glow was substantial, but not quite as strong as Vidia's. "You don't seem like much to me."

"Vidia, be nice," Rosetta called. "She's new and very sweet."

"Aw, I'm sowwy. Did mean ole' Vidia hurt Silvermist's wittle feewings?"

Iridessa had had enough of the flyer's mean personality. "Vidia, you're all wet. Now go away."

"Oh really?" Vidia huffed. "Well, we will just have to see about that." A second later Vidia was gone, a trickle of pixie dust trailing behind.

"Don't bother with that one, Sil," Rosetta told her. She explained all about the fast flyers and how some could be incredibly arrogant.

"That's okay," Silvermist replied. "She doesn't bother me. Maybe she just needs a friend."

"Yeah, kind of like we need a hole in our wings," Iridessa commented.

Fawn and Silvermist went back to practicing her fish language skills while Rosetta and Iridessa returned to cultivating plants on the shore line. It wasn't long, though, before they noticed a slight breeze in the air. The breeze soon turned into a stiff wind. Then Fawn heard something in the distance. A low roar.

"What is that?" The other girls heard it, too. In their curiosity they ventured out over the stream to see what it was. The sound got louder and louder until it became a din. Then, from around the bend came the source of the howling noise.

"Waterspout!" Fawn shouted. "Run!"

The four girls flitted off to escape the rampaging, spinning column of air and water, but it overtook them quickly. Silvermist, Rosetta, Fawn and Iridessa were caught in the spiraling vortex and tossed around like rag dolls. Suddenly the spout dissipated and the four girls were unceremoniously dumped into the shallow water. They were soaked to the bone and their wings were saturated with water, temporarily rendering them flightless.

"Where did that come from?" Iridessa asked. The laughter they heard from behind them was all they needed to figure it out.

"Vidia!" Rosetta screeched. "That was mean!"

"Hey, do you know what you guys are?" the cackling fast flyer asked. "Give up? You're all wet! HA HA HA!" Vidia then crossed her arms and in a self-assured tone of voice said, "Well, I guess now we know who the greatest talent in Pixie Hollow really is."

Fawn tried to splash the fast flyer, but she was gone in an instant. Only the echoes of her laughter remained.

Rosetta's hair was a mess and her legs and feet were covered with mud from the riverbed. But she was fuming mad and stormed out of the water hurling insults at Vidia. "Why that arrogant, no good, over talented son of a hawk. Dump me in the water will she? Next time she tries that I'm going to snatch her bald headed so fast she won't know what hit her. After that, I am going to hit her. POW! Right in the kisser."

"Wow, she really is angry," Fawn commented. "Ro usually hates the dirt."

"Wait. Is that? MUD?! AAAHHH! Get it off of me! GetitoffGetitoffGetitoff!"

"She's back."

~O~

STORYBROOKE, MAINE

City work crews worked night and day to erect the new playground Regina had paid for. The design had a strange, almost industrial aesthetic. She claimed it was inspired by something she had seen in one of Henry's books.

In truth the playset was a duplicate of the bleak castle Regina once occupied when she was known as The Evil Queen in The Enchanted Forest. A sick and ironic joke on the residents of Storybrooke who would have remembered the frightening castle well were they not suffering from the curse that clouded the memories of their past selves.

As soon as the grounds were ready the playhouse was opened to the public and the children of Storybrooke began to climb on and through the house. The area was surrounded by the serene woods, with picnic tables and park benches in close proximity. It was the perfect setting for the children to enjoy themselves.

Emma sat in her cruiser watching Henry crawl around the new playhouse. She dare not come to him. If Regina had been spying on her before then she would most certainly be watching the Swan's every move with much greater scrutiny now. Emma's only mode of contact with the boy were the walkie-talkies Mr. Gold had given her.

The Sheriff wanted to explain what happened, why she couldn't go near him any longer. It would only break his heart to know she had betrayed his trust and stooped to Regina's level. But Emma did reassure Henry that eventually they would be together again. Just have patience.

Henry was somewhat confused, but he agreed.

~O~

In one of the rooms at Granny's Inn was the tall stranger. The man who had rode into town recently on the back of a motorcycle. He had taken Henry's book. At the moment the tall stranger was busy. He was inserting new pages with text he himself had written. It was a painstaking process. The paper had to match and the stitching used for the binding had to be done entirely by hand and it had to be done in small batches.

It was slow going, but soon he would be finished. As for his intentions for the book and Henry, they were known only to him.

YAY! The end of another episode. And it only took the better of part summer to finish.

Next episode: Valentine's Day. Just in time for back to school. Oy!