AU where Bree ends up on the battlefield during the war of the Grande Armee, contrary to Conner's instructions. She ends up hiding deep in the forest where she discovers something that could completely change the chances of the Fairytale world winning, so she looks for the twins to warn them. Unfortunately, things do not go as planned.
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"Run!"

Bree did as she was told, bounding over rocks and fallen soldiers as she tried to evade the crossfire on the battlefield. Her arm was already bleeding and there was a gash on her cheek, blood spilling out of it as she sprinted to the palace. She wiped it with her free hand and kept running until she heard a scream behind her. Her eyes widened and she stopped to turn around.

Goldie was clutching her elbow which appeared to have been cut in battle. As soon as she saw that Bree had stopped running, she quickly picked up her sword and yelled, "Go! Don't stop running, I'll be fine!" She kicked a soldier in the stomach and slashed one across the leg. "Just get to the palace! Get to the twins!"

Bree didn't want to leave her, but she knew that it was her only chance to warn the twins what was coming. Plus, she was pretty sure Goldie could handle herself.

Bree weaved her way through soldiers with guns and civilians with pots as she tried desperately to avoid getting hurt. She scanned the crowd, trying to look for Conner or Alex.

At one point, she bumped into something short and stumbled backwards. And once she realized, she was horrified that she had come face-to-face, or face-to-chest rather, with General Marquis.

And behind him, with a malicious smile, was the Masked Man.

As soon as the unknown villain saw her perplexed face and her scared eyes, he advanced towards her, slowly but surely. "You were the girl who saw it, weren't you. The girl who was hiding in the forest?" He inched closer and Bree inched back, his voice husky and intimidating. She scanned the field for a weapon but there were none in sight.

The Masked Man grew angry when she didn't answer the question. "You saw the dragon."

Bree flinched. How did he know that she had found out about the dragon? She moved back at a much quicker pace now, knowing that if she ran he'd shoot her dead as soon as she tried. She didn't speak, because if she did she'd mess things up.

"You're going to tell everyone so you can warn them," He concluded with his eyes boring into Bree's skull. Closer and closer, until he almost had her. "We can't have that happen, now can we?"

Marquis was right behind him, both hands gripping his rifle. Bree felt the panic seize her chest and the reality of the situation hit her full force.

She had seen the dragon while she had been hiding in the forest. They knew that she was going to tell the twins, and they clearly didn't want that happening.

And now they were going to kill her for it.

Bree kept moving back, still searching for someone or something to save her. There were fallen soldiers all around them so it was impossible for her to get help. It didn't matter anyways, Bree knew that if she called for help they'd kill her on the spot. She saw Marquis hand the Masked Man something black and shiny, something that was unmistakably a rifle. Bree decided that this was a good time to make a dash for it, but she backed into the wooden wall of a cannon before she could get far.

The Masked Man grinned crookedly. "You've got nowhere to run," He snarled. His fingers itched holding the gun, as if he was eager to shoot.

Her eyes prickled with tears of fright as he held the rifle up towards her, only moments away from the trigger. Now she understood why Conner was so worried about her coming, it was because it was possible that she could die here. And Bree didn't want to die, not yet.

His eyes glinted with excitement as he spat out the last thing she'd ever hear. With a sickly sweet smile and with the fakest of sincerity, he said: "I'm terribly sorry about this."

She closed her eyes and waited.

"BREE!"

Her eyes opened to see a familiar blonde-haired boy sprinting towards her, sword in hand.

   The Masked Man startled when he saw the boy, nearly dropping his gun but removing his finger from the trigger in surprise.

   Bree smiled and let out a sigh of relief. She'd never been so glad to see someone her entire life! Conner's eyes were wide but piercing, showing concern as well as anger at the same time.

   The Man noticed this and smirked, knowing that she was clearly a valuable person to the boy and that this could be used greatly to his advantage. Especially since this boy in particular seemed be in charge.

Seconds after Conner appeared, the man leaped towards Bree and put her in a tight headlock, his gun still present in his free hand. Bree yelped and squirmed as soon as he had her, but he was much too strong for her to escape. "Let go of me, you potato-sack-wearing madman!" She screamed, still thrashing in his arms, which only made him tighten his grip around her neck a tiny bit more.

Conner's heart dropped and his eyes grew large once again. There was no way in hell that he was going to let this man hurt Bree without a fight. He made a promise to himself to keep her safe as soon as she caught him in the washroom, and he was not about to break that now. "Let her go!" He yelled. It came out sounding more desperate then he had planned, but he just couldn't help it. Conner was absolutely terrified of losing her, and ever since he had agreed to let her come with him the feeling had only grown. It was all his fault that she was even here right now.

The man smiled smiled snidely. "Who, her?" He snickered and gestured to Bree. "I think I'll keep her for now." He gripped his gun harder and lifted it up ever so slightly.

   Conner tried to keep his cool, looking at the villain with a nasty glare. Hopefully he didn't notice that Conner's legs and hands were shaking immensely. He kept his stare and said: "Put her down. Now." When he didn't budge, Conner felt his heart sink even deeper. "Please."

   He switched his gaze to Bree for a moment. Her pretty brown eyes were wide and watery, taking Conner off guard. He had never seen those eyes look so sad and scared before, and it broke his heart. They made eye contact and it was at that moment Conner realized that under no circumstances would he let her die. It didn't matter about what it took to prevent it anymore, it just mattered if she was alive. He brought her here. He got her into this mess. He was supposed to protect her. And now he was standing face to face with his worst fear: The possibility of the girl he cared so much about dying.
He had to save her. He had to.

   Conner raised his sword and pointed it at the man. His face went deathly still. "I said: put her down." He clenched his jaw and accentuated each word as he advanced. His eyes never left the Masked Man's. Conner's determined gaze would've murdered him in seconds if looks could kill.

Bree had never seen Conner look so angry before all her life. It was quite surprising that the clumsy, sweet, adorable boy could ever look this vicious. The Masked Man kept her in the headlock, squeezing her a little harder, cutting off a bit of her air supply.

   Bree gasped for air and clawed at the man's arm, struggling to breathe. Conner stopped moving when he saw her. He dropped his intimidating expression and replaced it with one of dread, even though he didn't  mean to. He started to panic and his grip on his sword loosened as Bree's breaths became more and more strained. He was so incredibly petrified in that moment that he forgot that he was supposed to be saving her, but instead he was trying not to cry like the emotionally vulnerable teenager that he was.

Bree kept bashing his arm, getting more and more air as he loosened his hold as a cause of the pain she was putting him through. But she kept pulling on, fuelled by her will to live.

   Not only did she want to live, she was also ridiculously mad. Mad that this man thought he could walk around with a literal potato sack on his head and act like he was king of some godforsaken twisted army, when all he was really doing was being too much of a coward to step up and finish the fight himself. The fact that they had a dragon on their side, which could greatly turn the tables on the now winning team, made her furious. How come terrible people always get this much power? The Masked Man was stubborn to let her go, but Bree was relentless.

   And all who met her knew that when Bree was relentless, nobody stood a chance.

   Using her remaining strength, she kicked the Masked Man hard in the knee. He yelped in pain, but it wasn't enough. Immediately after that she elbowed him in the ribs and again in the stomach. His grip had loosened to the point that she could wiggle free, but he still held his gun in his hand. She needed him to drop it before she could make a run for it.

   Conner re-gripped his sword and felt like he should be doing something useful to help, but all he could do was stare in mostly awe and slight terror at the scene in front of him.

   The Masked Man muttered some ungrateful words in between grunts of hurt and Bree knew she almost had him. He had his arm clutched around her throat once more in a second, cutting off oxygen again but it mattered little, for Bree had him right where she needed.

   The man was just about to lose all his patience with the girl struggling in his arms. "You little mother-"

    He interrupted himself with the biggest yell yet and he instantly sunk to the floor, dropping the rifle and Bree in the process.

   Before Marquis could reach it, Bree scrambled to her feet and grabbed the fallen rifle. Marquis froze in his tracks as soon as it was in her possession and held his hands up. She pointed the gun and glared at him icily for a moment before tossing it behind her, right by Conner's feet. "I don't believe in murder, General," She said.

   "But I do believe that I'm taller than you."

   And with that she left the unarmed, much shorter than her general in a state of humiliation and confusion.

   Conner smiled with relief, amazement, and maybe a little fear as he picked up the rifle and handed it to a random civilian. "Could you please find my sister and ask her to get rid of this? Thanks." Conner never once looked at the person he was speaking to, he was still trying to comprehend what had just happened. The last thing Bree said to the general made Conner want to praise the very floor that she walked on (like he didn't already). It was by far the coolest thing he had ever seen.

   Immediately after that Bree came hurtling into his arms, taking Conner momentarily by surprise but mostly by assurance. Assurance that she was alive, that she was here, and that she had really just outwitted two sneaky men, one of them lying on the floor struggling to breathe and the other almost as red as Conner was every single time Bree looked at him. So naturally, he hugged her back with all his might.

   Bree buried her head in his shoulder as she caught her breath. Her heart was still racing from the shock but something about her position at the moment made her feel much better. She heard Conner mumble a very quiet "wow", one that she wasn't supposed to hear but she heard anyways. She felt a blush creeping on her face and she was extremely relieved he couldn't see it right now.

   As for Conner, he was also happy that Bree couldn't see his face right now because it was slack-jawed, bright red, and silently marvelling over all the gloriousness that was Bree Campbell.

   Bree eventually made eye contact with Conner and smiled, and he returned it. Bree's smile was breathless and assuring; Conner's was stupefied and giddy but most of all, proud. "Thank you," Bree said.

Conner laughed. "What do you mean? I didn't even do anything!" He grinned. "It was all you."

Bree shrugged. "I guess I did okay," She said modestly, a cheeky smile gracing her features. She winced on the inside immediately after as the wound on her cheek hadn't quite healed yet.

Conner noticed her strain and he eyed her cut worriedly. "What happened to your cheek?" He asked hesitantly, not really knowing if it was worth mentioning but he wanted to make sure she was okay anyways.

"Oh, I just cut myself on a branch, no biggie."

Conner snuck a look at the pained man lying on the floor a long ways away from them, still whimpering while Marquis prodded him to collect himself and get up. "How did you make that guy drop you anyways?" Conner was almost afraid of learning the answer.

Bree's grin lengthened. "I just kicked him where the sun doesn't shine."

Conner laughed boisterously. It was moments like these when he was hit with a fierce appreciation for Bree. Her wittiness and her charm won him over every single time. Sometimes he wondered how he got so lucky to have met such a lovely, wonderful human being. Between laughs, he absentmindedly uttered, "You're amazing."

Of course, he shut his mouth abruptly after he realized what he just said. His face turned beet red and he wanted to evaporate into thin air. Way to go, Conner. You ruined it, he thought miserably.

"Thanks," Bree smiled brightly, and all of his troublesome thoughts washed away because it was all worth it to see her smile just one more time.

And just when he thought he couldn't smile any wider, Bree leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Again.

Conner felt like he was going to pass out.

He was about to blurt something stupid to Bree before he heard Froggy and Red shouting after what appeared to be a frantic Bo Peep. He glanced at Bree and at the cut on her cheek. He couldn't have her get hurt anymore. "Bree, I need you to get back up to the castle. Lester will take you."

"Wait, what? But I-" The sound of Lester landing with a squawk cut off her protest.

"Bree, you weren't even supposed to be here in the first place," He explained gently. "I need you safe."

Bree sighed but agreed reluctantly. She knew deep down that the only reason he was doing this was because he cared about her. But still, that didn't mean she wasn't worried about him. "But what about you?" She asked with curious eyes.

"I told you, I'll be fine," Conner said with a grin. "I'm used to it, remember?"

Bree bit her lip, his words failing to reassure her. "I just want you to be okay."

Conner blushed and looked at the floor as a response to her kind words. "I will be," He mumbled but not so quietly that she couldn't hear. Conner heard Alex calling his name, so his eyes darted behind him and then turned back to Bree one last time. Something swirled in his eyes, almost like he was second guessing what he was about to do.

He heard his name being called once again, and knew that he was needed elsewhere.

So he rushed forward, gave Bree a kiss on the cheek, and dashed off before she could say a word.

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You know that one friend who loves a certain character or person so much that when they're watching a movie, every time that character does something/says something they start screaming "YES QUEEN, YOU GO!"

That friend is Conner, and that character is Bree. Except that every time Bree BREATHES Conner applauds her. We love a supportive sister/boyfriend/cinnamon roll

Okay but seriously this one was so long and I know I should've split this into 2 parts instead of one but I was too lazy I'm sorry I made you suffer, this is probably one of the worst ones I've written because I rushed and stuff.
But i can't help it, they are the only thing keeping me alive because I am currently crying in my bedroom because since I live in Canada, AnnE is out in every place except for here and I'm so sad.

Also I may or may not have written this for the sole purpose that Bree could say that one badass line to General Marquis and kick the Masked Man in the nuts