There’s plenty of homeless regulars at the library where Belle works, but she’s been turning a blind eye to the yellow VW bug parking overnight in the lot for weeks, because two teens and their newborn are living in it. When she hired Neal Cassidy to paint a fairy-tale mural in the kid’s section, she never imagined she’d find the corpse of Peter Pan sprawled on the storytime rug with an ornate dagger in his back, or that she’d end up hiding the scaly murderer in the library basement.

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OUaT: Anniversary Fic the 3rd

((Okay, I get the feeling you want me to write The
Confrontation, but I prefer to focus on the door-slamming French farce aspect
of this scenario, so I hope this works for you.))

Belle isn’t going to get a bit of work done like this.  It’s a good thing the East Side Branch Library
doesn’t get too many visitors.  The
air-conditioned building is an oasis in a Tallahassee summer, but you still
have to go outside to reach it.

In any case, she stops contemplating the weather and returns
her attention to the one visitor she does have, and does not want.  “Okay, so, can you explain one more
time?  Peter Pan is… was who?”

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