"Banana?" Dr. Jacques Villeneuve offered the yellow fruit to his adopted sister as she crammed toast into her mouth.

"No thanks," Nathalie Villeneuve replied, preoccupied with eating, organising a bunch of files, and packing the shoulder bag on set next to her bowl on the table. Behind her, the small television flickered, broadcasting the news as images of dancing people and traffic jams showed on the screen.

"You need some form of plant matter besides grains," He persisted sternly, waving the banana for emphasis. "Your digestion will go haywire if you don't- and the banana is both a fruit and a herb so that means-"

The brunette frowned, taking the banana from her brother and shoving it into her bag without even looking at him. She took a gulp of coffee and stared intently at one paper through her glasses. After letting her eyes scan the page, she reached her decision, and slipped it into a manila folder.

The young doctor sighed and got up from his breakfast, walking straight to the kitchen conveniently close to the living room. Well, it was an apartment, after all.

"I have to get to my practice soon," He called over the counter. "It's hard to run a private clinic in Paris, you know. Patients can't wait forever."

Nathalie bundled everything neatly, and then topped it off with her birth certificate. She also had ID anyway, and papers from social services explaining her situation, so that should have been enough. Smiling softly, she observed the compilation of her work.

"This could be the day," She murmured.

"Please, please don't get your hopes up," said Jacques, returning with a small packed lunch box.

"What do you think I am, five?" She sighed, though she didn't know what she was referring to: the lunch box or the way he kept cautioning her.

"You act like it," He mumbled, and Nathalie took her glasses off and glared at him.

The man ran a dark hand through his curly hair and sat down. "Look, you've spent a lot of money coming here to Paris from the countryside. I know that you want to find your parents, I understand. Just… these things are hard. The paperwork, and not to mention circumstances-" He flinched at the unspoken words, that might have left his mouth.

"I know…" Nathalie said. "I know that they might not even be here, and I know that I might not like what I find. But I need to at least try. All my life I've been like a sheep – lead through from one foster home to the other. I'm grateful for everything you and your dad did, really! Him adopting me was the best thing that happened. But I need to find my family-"

"I thought we were your family," Her brother said quietly. "Dad, you, and me." Nathalie felt a pang of guilt.

"You are." She said, taking his hand. "I'll always love you, and I'll always remember what a great dad we had. What a great brother you are! I just, I remember kids in the system that were orphans, or knew their parents were terrible people. But I was given up; I don't know what happened. I don't know why."

Nathalie gave him a pleading look. "I need to know, that's all."

Jacques nodded at that, sighing. "Yeah, I can respect that. Just… Promise you'll talk to me if things don't go well."

"I will," She said, tucking the lunch box into her bag and rising from the table. "I promise."

"And be careful of those weird flash mobs that have been happening in the city! They've caused traffic accidents, apparently."

"I'll keep an eye out!" She said, stopping to check her makeup in a mirror, and liberally applying concealer until her freckles were out of sight.

"Make sure the mini first aid kit I bought you is in your handbag!"

"Mmmhm." Nathalie finished her lipstick, hoping that the colour wouldn't emphasise her overbite too much.

"And – Nathalie?"

"Hm?" She paused in the middle of putting on her jacket.

"Remember that… Whatever happens, you'll always be my bratty little sister." He smiled a genuine smile then, teeth showing in stark contrast to his black skin.

She smiled brightly in return, almond eyes almost looking closed. "Yeah, and you'll always be my fussy older brother."

They shared one last hug, and then she ran out the door.

Jacques sighed, looking back at the television. There were people at the Paris' Charles De Gaulle Airport, dancing in perfectly choreographed lines, apparently doing a big finish that would make singers on Broadway jealous.

"Paris

Holds the key

To your heart!"

A chorus of ooh-la-la's ended their magnificent dance number.

"As you can see, chaos occured as passengers were harassed by flight attendants, airport staff and tour guides as they flash-mobbed in one of Paris' busiest airports. Authorities would consider disciplinary action if it wasn't for the fact that this would force them to fire every employee that was present. It seems as though Paris' Singing Sickness has struck again!"

Jacques stood, rolling his eyes. "Another bunch of tourists successfully traumatised. This'll be terrible for the economy."

A/N:

So, there's the prologue of my first Disney fanfic! HOND is my absolute favourite animated Disney film, and I had to do a 'girl falls into [insert fandom here]' story, no matter how overused the plot is. Anyway, thanks for reading!