Selene pushed the door closed behind her and shook her head wryly. “The pack utterly refused to live at the Mini Adoption Centre,” she said. “I honestly thought Darkula was going to maul Henton if I didn’t drag him out of there.”
Kaitlyn shuffled out of the bedroom, yawning. “But you didn’t bring them back,” she observed.
Selene shrugged. “I dropped them off in the Miss Cam Courtyard,” she said. “I swear that place gets bigger every time I visit.”
“I heard some agents from Building Maintenance led an expedition to the rear wall,” Kaitlyn supplied. “I don’t think they’ve come back yet. - hang on, you left a pack of wolves in the Courtyard? With Alice’s herd?”
“Alice is a telepathic Queen of Horses,” Selene said dismissively, “I’m sure she and roman can sort something out.”
“Assuming roman can keep ceaser under control,” Kaitlyn countered. “That girl is far too big for her nonexistent boots.”
Selene chuckled. “Don’t worry, roman knows how to handle her. Do you think we’ve got time to get a bite to ea-”
Kaitlyn lunged across the room and slapped the red button. “You know better than to ask something like that,” she chided her partner.
“-shooling nugging-house strumpets-” Selene muttered, stalking over to the console. “This is really bad timing.”
“Oh, that’s right, you didn’t get to sleep this time, did you?”
Selene waved a hand vaguely, bending over to look at the screen. “It’s not the sleep I’m worried about,” she said. “It’s the- okay, what is this?”
Kaitlyn glanced over the report. “Hobbits,” she said firmly.
Selene frowned at her. “No, it’s not,” she pointed out. “I don’t know what The Parent Trap is, but I know it’s not Middle-earth.”
“No, it’s a film about separated twin sisters who find each other and end up reuniting their parents.” Kaitlyn gazed off into the middle distance for a moment. “I used to love that movie… anyway, nevertheless: hobbits.”
Selene scrolled through the report, grimacing. “So it’s a fantasy setting?”
“No, modern Earth.”
“Then why exactly do you want to go in as hobbits?”
Kaitlyn threw her arms wide. “Why wouldn’t I?” she asked. “I mean, they’re so cute and cuddly, with their fuzzy feet and chubby… er… chubbiness, and you wouldn’t believe the effect mushrooms have on-”
“And they’re entirely inappropriate to the setting,” Selene cut her off.
“Well, a little,” Kaitlyn admitted. “But we could pretend to be kids; the whole thing takes place at a summer camp.”
“But Ceepileet says there’s issues with the adults, too.” Selene scrolled back to the top. “Camp, you say… do they have chaperones, or whatever you call them?”
“Counsellors,” Kaitlyn provided. “And yes, and yes, that’s a good idea, but nowhere near as fun.”
“We’re not here to have fun,” Selene said, inputting the disguise. “We’re here to do the job.”
“Spoilsport.” Kaitlyn darted back into the bedroom and returned moments later with a DVD. She stuffed it into her pack, slung the whole lot over her shoulder, and bounced impatiently on her toes. “Come on, come on, I can’t wait to see the girls again.”
“‘Used to’ love?” Selene murmured. She keyed open the portal; Kaitlyn leapt through before it even finished opening.
"Don't you see it?" Annie questioned.
"See what?" Hallie Asked.
"The resemblance between us."
The portal opened behind a hay bale, providing the agents with perfect cover. “So what’s going on?” Selene asked. “Other than linguistic mutilation, with the ‘questioned’ and the ‘capital-Asked’.”
“They’re twins, this is the first time they’ve seen each other again, and they’ve just had a fencing match,” Kaitlyn supplied. “This dialogue is straight from the film, actually; maybe it won’t be too bad.”
“And you tell me off for tempting the Ironic Overpower?” Selene muttered. “So…” She tilted her head, listening. “The insults are canon, too?”
“Mm… yep,” Kaitlyn agreed, and started mouthing along. “‘...your teeth are crooked and that nose... well, don't worry, those things can be fixed.’”
“Hmm.” Selene glanced down at her notebook. “This Hallie character’s not very nice, is she?”
“She grows on you,” Kaitlyn said, shrugging. “And on Annie, which is rather-”
"Plus I never cry and I mean never because I am not weak."
“-that’s not right.” Kaitlyn twisted round and peeked over the bale to see Annie burst into tears, turn, and run away into the woods. “That’s not right,” she said again. “Annie doesn’t- they’re twins, for Vana’s sake, she can give as good as she gets! Only with more class, obviously.”
“‘Maybe it won’t be too bad,’” Selene muttered, in a terrible imitation of Kaitlyn’s voice. “You had to say it.”
Kaitlyn’s eyes narrowed as she examined the Words. “A counsellor goes after her,” she said. “I’m a counsellor. You mind the fort, okay?”
“I don’t know the canon,” Selene pointed out, but Kaitlyn was already on her feet. “Wait, don’t leave me here by-”
Kaitlyn wasn’t listening. She hurried across the field to where a uniformed woman was just heading after Annie. “I’ll get her, don’t worry,” she said, grabbing the woman’s shoulder and halting her.
“No,” the woman protested weakly, “it’s my job.” But being a generic, unnamed character doesn’t imbue you with a great deal of willpower, and in the absence of specific directions from the story, the nameless counsellor didn’t have a chance.
Kaitlyn finally found Annie down by the lake. The girl was hunched up under a tree, glaring out at the still water.
“Hey, there, sweetie,” the agent said, crouching down next to her. “Want to talk about it?”
“Not particularly,” Annie said, and sniffed. “Frankly, I don’t understand it myself, so I’m not sure I could ‘talk about it’.”
“Don’t understand it?” Kaitlyn asked gently. “It looks to me like you just had a bit of a shock, sweetie. It’s only natural to be a bit upset.”
“That’s rather my point,” Annie said, still not making eye contact. “I fell apart - and I simply don’t do that. What did that girl do to me?”
“Um.” Kaitlyn patted Annie’s shoulder gently, trying to work her way through the tangled issue of canon. After all, Hallie had performed precisely as in canon, up until her last line - a line which she shouldn’t have had time to say, because one of Annie’s friends ought to have chimed in. The twin most OOC right now was Annie - but somehow, she thought that wouldn’t be a wise thing to say.
She suddenly realised that Annie had turned to look up at her, presumably prompted by the long silence. “You know, sweetie,” Kaitlyn said hurriedly, “sometimes we all have off-days, particularly when we’re in an unfamiliar place. The important thing is to move past them.”
Annie thought about this for a moment, then nodded slightly. “I suppose I understand,” she said, and rubbed her eyes. “I also suppose I should go back - isn’t that why you’re here? To take me back?”
“That’s up to you,” Kaitlyn assured her. “What do you want to do?”
“I want…” Annie shrugged. “I want…” Then, abruptly, her face and voice went utterly flat. “I want to go back to England,” she said - or rather, Kaitlyn realised, the story said through her. The girl’s head turned like clockwork, her gaze returning to the lake, and tears began to fall down her cheeks with precise regularity.
“Oh.” Kaitlyn grimaced, got to her feet, and glanced down at the canon character. “Right. I’ll… I guess I’ll leave you to it, then.” She turned, bit her lip, and then glanced back over her shoulder. “Good luck,” she added, and walked quickly away.
She found Selene right about where she’d left her, perched on the stack of hay bales looking gloomily up at the sky. “Bad, huh?” she asked.
“Hmm?” The vampire dragged her attention back to ground level. “Oh. Not particularly. I mean… well.” She waved her notebook at Kaitlyn. “They called the girls’ parents to come and deal with them. Is it me, or is that rather an overreaction to ‘mild insults lead to tears’?”
Kaitlyn’s eyes narrowed. “It’s more than an overreaction,” she said, “it’s downright ridiculous. Hallie’s dad lives in California, which is a long way from Maine - and Annie’s mother’s in London, for Yavanna’s sake. Is she supposed to just drop everything and hop on a plane?”
“Apparently she’s already booked the flight,” Selene said, nodding up at the Words. “She’ll be arriving tomorrow afternoon.”
“Tomorrow aft- there’s some serious timeline slippage going on here,” Kaitlyn said. “It says it’s midnight in London, which means it’s, uh…” She counted on her fingers. “About seven in the evening here. Elizabeth needs to book a ticket - okay, that could be done over the phone. Then she needs to get to the airport, let’s call it an hour. International flights require check-in three hours in advance. So by the time she takes off…” She flapped her hand dismissively. “Too many details to keep track of, but I really don’t think getting here that quickly is physically possible. Maybe we should call for help from Temporal Offenses.”
“No need,” Selene said. “We’re Floaters, remember? We can handle anything.”
“Or at least we’re supposed to be able to,” Kaitlyn muttered. “Okay, for now… shall we find somewhere to sleep?”
Selene blinked. “Weren’t you asleep right before we got this mission?”.
“Well, sure,” Kaitlyn said with a shrug. “But I don’t know whether I’ll get any next time, so it’s best to stock up.”
Selene glanced at the sky again. “I think I’d prefer to skip to the end,” she said. “I’m really quite hun-”
“Nope, I don’t think so,” Kaitlyn cut her off. “I’ve just realised - the isolation cabin the girls get sent to is free in this fic, and I’m not going to miss out on a chance to sleep there.” She turned to Selene and widened her eyes. “Please, Selene? This movie is my childhood - it would mean so much to me…”
“... all right.” The vampire hopped down from her perch, then turned and levelled a finger at Kaitlyn. “But only if you stop doing the puppy eyes. It’s seriously creepy.”
“Got the job done, didn’t it?” Kaitlyn glanced around, then headed off purposefully into the trees. “Come along, partner, it’s this way.”
Kaitlyn awoke slowly, opening one eye to see the moon shining in at the window. The camp bed was hardly the most comfortable in the multiverse - but it still beat her bed in RC #7219. Stretching, she rolled over and looked across the darkened cabin towards the empty bed where Selene had been lying.
The significance of that took a moment to filter through. Then Kaitlyn sat bolt upright. Yes, she decided, peering through the gloom, the bed was definitely empty. And when a vampire goes missing in the middle of the night… “‘A bite to eat,’” Kaitlyn muttered. “Yeah, right.” She clambered out of bed, slipped her shoes on, and stumbled out into the night.
The air was warm, the sky clear, and the stars bright, but nevertheless there was a hint of mist on the ground. It seemed to drift between the trees, a vaporous river wending its way towards the muted lights of Camp Walden proper. Muttering to herself, Kaitlyn skirted the remarkably cohesive fog bank and headed for the main building.
The doors weren’t even locked. Kaitlyn shook her head. “I see what people mean about all the potential lawsuits in this place,” she murmured, and slipped into the kitchen.
A few minutes later she emerged. The mist had gathered thickly around the cabins now, and Kaitlyn’s eyes were hard as she stalked across the grass. One building in particular seemed to be completely shrouded in whiteness, and as she approached Kaitlyn felt strangely drawn to it. With some effort, she stopped on the edge of the fog, reached into her pocket, and threw a handful of what she found there into the cloud.
The effect was immediate. A shrill scream pierced the air, the mist fell to the ground as a sudden dew, and Selene coalesced out of nothing and crumpled on the floor.
“Garlic granules,” Kaitlyn said, folding her arms and glaring at her partner. “Good to know that works.”
Selene was still curled up on the floor, whimpering, so Kaitlyn sighed and knelt down beside her. “There’s hardly any of it on you,” she said, examining her partner. “It… okay, here.” She brushed a few grains of garlic off Selene’s hair and clothes. “See?”
The vampire slowly uncurled and managed to fix Kaitlyn with a wobbly glare. “That,” she gasped, “really hurt.”
“You deserved it,” Kaitlyn said flatly. “What were you thinking, Selene? That you could just suck their blood and no-one would care?”
“Oh.” Selene pulled herself up to a sitting position. “I didn’t think you’d know.”
Kaitlyn gritted her teeth. “And that makes it all right, does it?”
“I don’t…” Selene grimaced. “Really hurt,” she said again. “You didn’t have to throw it through me, you know, bringing it close would have-”
“Don’t change the subject.”
Sighing, Selene waved one hand vaguely. “They’re just bit parts,” she said. “They were probably generated just for this fic.”
“What, and you’re the expert on The Parent Trap now?” Kaitlyn gestured around them. “Hallie and Annie have friends, you know. Friends with names. And even if you managed to avoid those… Selene, they’re little girls! They’re, like, eleven! How could you?”
Selene straightened abruptly. “You think- no, Kaitlyn! This hut is where the counsellors sleep, not the children. How could you think I-?”
“What else was I meant to think?” Kaitlyn demanded. “You vanish in the middle of the night, you turn into mist and start trying to lure people out for your dinner - it’s classic vampire behaviour! Why should you balk at attacking little kids?”
Selene opened her mouth to reply, her teeth gleaming a cold white in the moonlight, then hesitated. After a moment, she closed her eyes and said, “Kaitlyn, I’m a vampire. I drink blood. I don’t have a choice about that; it’s the only food I actually get any energy from. But that doesn’t make me evil.”
Kaitlyn bit back her own first response. “I haven’t seen you do it,” she said instead. “I mean, since we were partnered.”
“That’s because I haven’t,” Selene told her. “I’ve not eaten since you showed up.” She waved a hand, gesturing at the forest around them. “All this - using my powers - it takes a lot of energy. I’m starving. And the wretched Flowers just keep sending us out with no time for me to eat.”
Kaitlyn tensed, but Selene showed no sign of leaping on her in a bloodthirsty rage. “So what do we do?” she asked, then held up a hand. “Options do not include draining a camp counsellor dry.”
“I wouldn’t leave her empty,” Selene said. “But, honestly, I don’t like to take from people anyway. I usually subsist on steaks.”
“Stakes?” Kaitlyn repeated. “Surely that’s-”
“The meat variety,” Selene cut in, “as well you know.”
“Yeah, but it made you smile.” Kaitlyn sighed and got to her feet. “So, here’s the plan: we finish the mission, then get you home as soon as possible. I’ll take a tablet computer and write this mission up in the cafeteria - that way we won’t even be shirking our duty.”
“Sounds good to me,” Selene said, standing. “And… thank you.”
“It’s fine,” Kaitlyn said. “But, please, next time you’re ravenous - don’t go attacking bit parts. It’s a terrible plan.”
“I’ll remember that,” Selene said solemnly. “All right - on to the next scene?”
“Better go back to the cabin first,” Kaitlyn said. “I think I’m wearing my shoes inside out.”
The portal opened on daylight, and an office draped with white fabric and embroidery. A blonde woman sat at a desk, staring blankly at the wall. Kaitlyn frowned and peered out of the window. “We’re definitely still in the camp, but this is much more like somewhere Elizabeth would work.”
“Mm.” Selene, her arms folded, leant against the wall as if she were hoping to sink into it.
Kaitlyn peered up at the Words. “Oh, I see,” she said. “Apparently, ‘Elizabeth James was sitting in her office waiting for Marva and the other girl's parents’.”
“And since her office isn’t…” Kaitlyn trailed off, and as the door opened, turned to shoot a Look at her partner. “Stop that,” she said.
“Sulking.” Kaitlyn gestured at the two canon characters, Hallie and Annie’s divorced parents, who were attempting an emotional reunion. “We have a job to do, remember? These people need our help. Otherwise their story will be utterly ruined, whatever the title claims.”
Selene scowled at her. “Did I mention the part where I’m starving?”
“Did I mention the part where so what?” Kaitlyn shot back, ignoring the arrival of the camp owner, Marva. “Are you literally on the verge of death, or re-death, or whatever?”
“Well, no, but-”
“Then you can wait ten minutes until we’ve finished the mission. Now for the love of Vana, cheer up.”
Selene sighed, closed her eyes for a moment, and then stood straight. “All right,” she said, her voice soft. She reached into her pack and retrieved her notepad. “These two are the girls’ parents?”
Kaitlyn looked at Elizabeth and Nick. With the arrival of Marva, their ‘reunion’ had turned into an argument, with each claiming that the child the other had raised was at fault. “That’s them, all right,” she confirmed. “Lucky twins, huh?”
“Are they usually this angry at each other?” Selene asked. “Because this looks like a charge to me.”
“Ehhh.” Kaitlyn considered. “Honestly, they’re pretty bad. I think this is moderately in-character. Unlike the girls - seriously, it’s like they sat down and traded around bits of their personalities. They’re supposed to be pretty close to identical - just raised differently.”
Selene nodded. “And instead, Hayley-”
“Hallie,” Kaitlyn provided. “I know, right?”
“- she got all the nastiness ramped up to eleven, and Annie has less backbone than an octopus.”
Kaitlyn chuckled, then her eyes narrowed abruptly. “You know… you might be onto something,” she said.
“Neither being mean nor being upset by it is exactly OOC for the girls,” Kaitlyn explained. “It’s just - well, like you said: like their personalities got combined and then split along good/bad lines. So I’m thinking: can we do something about that?”
“And I’m thinking no,” Selene said, as the parents’ argument reached its height, “but I’m sure you’re going to tell me I’m wrong.”
“Maybe,” Kaitlyn agreed. “See what you think of this…”
The five of them waited outside the door: one worried camp owner, two worried and angry parents, and two worried and annoyed PPC agents. The conversation the twins were having was clearly audible through the thin wood.
“That line is from earlier!” Kaitlyn hissed. “The whole ‘I know how to fence and you don’t’ thing - Annie’s supposed to say that at the beginning of this fic.” She clenched her fist, gripping the mirror that she’d retrieved from one of the bathrooms. “Making her have to think to come up with it - that’s a charge.”
“Got it,” Selene muttered. “And I’m going to guess this little speech is, too?”
Hallie’s voice drifted through the air: "Oh and another things I am sure that I could at least get a boyfriend. You on the other hand will have to become the local whore in order to get anything from a guy. Heck who knows you probably would enjoy that anyway. Then again you might prefer girls to boys. I mean I have seen how you look at some girls in the shower house. Does your mother know your Bi or are you just Lesbian."
Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly, sweetie,” she said, “Annie’s from London, not Lesbos. European geography isn’t that hard.”
“I’m impressed,” Selene said. “I expected you to be angry about her using ‘lesbian’ as an insult.”
Kaitlyn turned and glared at her partner. “Oh, believe me, I am.”
“Ah.” Selene glanced at the Words one last time. “Still think she’s not fully possessed?”
Kaitlyn gritted her teeth. “Much as I would dearly love to kill something for that… that atrocious display of sexism and homophobia, I still think our plan is the best option.”
“Just follow my lead,” Kaitlyn said. “Remember - keep them off balance. If they have time to think about it, this will all fall apart.”
Nick and Elizabeth threw the door open, hard enough to make the girls jump. Nick drew breath to scream at Hallie, and that was when Kaitlyn leapt in.
“I’m so glad we’re all here!” she exclaimed, and beamed as the canons’ heads snapped round to face her. “The reconciliation process will go much better if these dear girls have their parents to support them!”
“Recon-?” The two parents spoke together, then stopped and glared at each other.
“That’s right!” Kaitlyn kept her voice as effusive as possible as she strode into the room and started shaking hands with anyone she could reach. “Professor Windflower here is from Harvard, and she’s come to demonstrate a remarkable new technique invented by actual scientists!”
Marva’s brow furrowed as she looked at Selene. “Then why’s she wearing-?”
“Little accident down by the lake, nothing to worry about,” Kaitlyn said, and started waving the group towards the door. “Come along, come along - the method works best when performed in the location the conflict first began. Out to the fencing ground!”
As they made their way to the lawn, Kaitlyn kept up a continuous monologue. She stayed at the back of the group, but set the pace only just shy of a jog; the last thing she wanted was to give anyone time to think. Finally, they reached the grassy area where the fic had started.
“Marvellous!” she enthused. “Now then, girls, please stand facing each other - that’s right - and eye contact, please!”
“I don’t think I want her looking at me,” Hallie said, her voice deliberately drawled. “She’s a Lesbian, I don’t know what she might be thinking.”
Kaitlyn’s eye twitched. “So am I, sweetie,” she said. “So are a lot of people. Should we forbid you from looking at boys just because you’re straight? Leaving entirely aside the fact that with the way you’ve treated her, she wouldn’t want to think that about you even if you weren’t-”
“If the parents will please stand with their children,” Selene said, raising her voice and shouting down Kaitlyn’s increasingly loud rant, “we can get this thing started. Form a circle, please - yes, that’s right. Counsellor Jackson, please stand behind Annie; I will handle Hallie’s side.”
Still trembling, Kaitlyn took up position behind Annie. “Thank you, Professor Windflower,” she said, and held up her mirror, matching Selene’s movement. “Now then. Annie, look past Hallie; can you see yourself in the mirror?”
Annie’s lip was quivering, tears on the verge of falling, but she did as she was told. “I… yes,” she managed.
Hallie folded her arms and glared into Kaitlyn’s mirror. “Much better than looking at her lopsided face,” she grunted.
“Marvellous,” Kaitlyn managed. “Now, Agent- er, Professor Windflower, I believe you had something to say? Girls, keep looking in the mirrors.”
Selene glanced down at her charge list. “Only that the last day or so has been filled with the most deplorable abuses of the English language, of character, of time and distance, and in some cases of simply common decency,” she said. “Counsellor Jackson?”
Kaitlyn nodded. She lifted her free hand, holding the Parent Trap DVD tightly, and watched Selene’s fingers. The vampire held up three, then folded down one, two, and the third.
“Forces of uncanon,” the agents chanted in unison, “by the name of Disney and the power of canon, we abjure you and cast you out!” The canon characters stiffened, though whether as a result of their words or simply in bafflement was unclear.
Kaitlyn swept her hand up and flung the DVD forward, into the middle of the circle. “Selene!” she called.
The vampire’s eyes blazed red. A shadow swept over the ground, and as the disc reached the very centre of the ring of canons, a bolt of electric fury crashed out of the sky and struck it full on.
The disc didn’t shatter. Instead, the tortured canon, pushed to breaking point by the act of violence against the very incarnation of itself, lashed out. A wave of canon energy and power pulsed out from the centre of the circle, throwing the characters to the ground - and as they fell, screaming wraiths of light flew backwards from Hallie and Annie. A furious red spirit struck Selene’s mirror, while a weeping blue form reflected off Kaitlyn’s; they bounced, careened across the circle, and collided with each other in a flare of light.
Kaitlyn staggered back from the force of the three explosions in quick succession - the lightning, the canon, and the first collision of the wraiths. But she kept her mirror up, and the remnants of Hallie’s wraith struck it and rebounded again. The spirits crossed the circle, back and forth, each time tearing through each other - and with each contact their colours bled together, until both glowed a uniform purple.
“On three!” Selene yelled over the sound of the wraiths’ wailing. “One - two - three!”
In perfect synchronicity, Kaitlyn and Selene tilted their mirrors forward. The spirits passed through each other one final time, bounced off their respective mirrors - and were flung downwards. They struck the two girls almost simultaneously, and in a final burst of canonical energy, the lawn fell silent.
The shocked forms of Elizabeth and Nick wavered and vanished, thrown back to their homes. Annie and Hallie seemed to shimmer as well, their fencing clothes appearing out of nowhere, and on the verges of the lawn the other girls of Camp Walden popped into existence. The twins slowly got to their feet, facing each other across the grass.
“Don’t you see it?” Annie asked.
“The resemblance between us.”
“And that,” Kaitlyn said quietly, walking across the lawn to the hay bales they had started the mission behind, “is how you fix a canon.”
Selene froze in the act of putting her notebook away and stared at her. “You think that went well?”
“I admit some of it was a little unexpected,” Kaitlyn said, “but-”
“Oh, just a little?” Selene gestured back at the field. “Let’s go back over the plan. The lightning bolt breaks the DVD, thus applying blunt force to all four canons at once. This, combined with the exorcism chant, knocks the misplaced portions of the girls’ spirits out of them. We use the mirrors to redirect those spirits, sending them back to their usual owners, then portal everyone home.”
“And that’s exactly what we did!” Kaitlyn protested. “With a few minor variations, I guess.”
“A few-” Selene bit down on her words and pulled out the Remote Activator. “Come on. I could eat a horse.”
“Okay. Um. Literally?”
“Nah. Cow-blood’s much nicer.”
Disclaimer: The PPC belongs to Jay and Acacia. The Parent Trap belongs to Disney. Opposite Reaction Same Result belongs to Aires Black, and is quoted, paraphrased and dissected here for the purposes of parody and humour; no claim of ownership is made by Huinesoron or any other members of the PPC.
by Aires Black
Huinesoron’s Author’s Note: There’s a whole lot of evidence to show that people will do almost anything if confronted by an authority figure.
I’m afraid the agents rather took over this mission - by my count, less than a quarter of the mission takes place during the actual story. What can I say? The story was short, and they had a lot to say.
Agent Kaitlyn’s Constructive Criticism
The idea at the heart of this story - that the twins don’t get on at all - is a good one. Given their introduction in the film, it would be really interesting to see them not reconciling, even after discovering they’re sisters. Unfortunately, your execution of the concept was rather weak; rather than showing us two strong-willed girls with a link that neither of them wanted, you gave us a teary victim and a playground bully. That can be an interesting story in its own right - but it isn’t The Parent Trap.
Again, the idea of bringing the parents to the camp, and having them see how their children are different, is a really interesting one, but unfortunately in this story, it’s a huge overreaction. It would have been better to have shown us a long feud between the twins - perhaps a series of ‘pranks’ much more malicious than the ones in the film - which could actually have led to their parents being called. As things stand, your hair-trigger version of Marva means the film would have stopped before it even began, because she would never have sent the twins to the isolation cabin.
In summary, this story has a brilliant concept which has difficulty shining through the way you’ve written it. Take a step back - watch the film again - and show us how Annie and Hallie could really have fought. Then you’d have a fantastic fanfic to share.