Chapter 7
August Booth
Where the hell was she? What should I do now? Geppetto was counting on me, I couldn't let my dad down. It killed me that I had let my baby sister down but what was I supposed to have done? These people wanted to adopt me and they weren't taking no for an answer. Sure they were great people. Really nice and generous, and even smart. But every time I begged to see Emma, every time I asked if they could take her as well, they put their foot down. They had enough resources for one additional child, they couldn't take another. I just wanted to see her, make sure she was okay! I had begged. They came home one day with news from Mrs. Katy Warren that Emma was doing wonderfully and was really starting to fit in with some of the other girls. There were two families who wanted to adopt her and Mrs. Warren was speaking to her about where she wanted to end up. I may not have Emma's superpower as she liked to call it, but I knew they were lying. Mrs. Warren and Emma hated each other. And the other girls at our orphanage? Emma hated them. I mean hated them. They constantly made fun of her and there was no way they were friends. No families had ever been interested in adopting Emma due to her stubborn nature. Once you got to know her, it was endearing and it made me proud of her strength, but families looking to adopt were looking for adorable, meek girls, not strong willed girls who would fight them on everything and got into brawls with the other kids.
I had searched far and wide for Emma and then for her nameless son. Not a damn thing. This was it. This was the year. And if I didn't do something fast I was going to ruin the prophesy and let my entire people live in ignorance and torturous monotony. Come on, Emma. Where the hell did you go?
Where the hell was she? What should I do now? Geppetto was counting on me, I couldn't let my dad down. It killed me that I had let my baby sister down but what was I supposed to have done? These people wanted to adopt me and they weren't taking no for an answer. Sure they were great people. Really nice and generous, and even smart. But every time I begged to see Emma, every time I asked if they could take her as well, they put their foot down. They had enough resources for one additional child, they couldn't take another. I just wanted to see her, make sure she was okay! I had begged. They came home one day with news from Mrs. Katy Warren that Emma was doing wonderfully and was really starting to fit in with some of the other girls. There were two families who wanted to adopt her and Mrs. Warren was speaking to her about where she wanted to end up. I may not have Emma's superpower as she liked to call it, but I knew they were lying. Mrs. Warren and Emma hated each other. And the other girls at our orphanage? Emma hated them. I mean hated them. They constantly made fun of her and there was no way they were friends. No families had ever been interested in adopting Emma due to her stubborn nature. Once you got to know her, it was endearing and it made me proud of her strength, but families looking to adopt were looking for adorable, meek girls, not strong willed girls who would fight them on everything and got into brawls with the other kids.
I had searched far and wide for Emma and then for her nameless son. Not a damn thing. This was it. This was the year. And if I didn't do something fast I was going to ruin the prophesy and let my entire people live in ignorance and torturous monotony. Come on, Emma. Where the hell did you go?
Chapter 8
Mary Margaret
What the hell was going on? I wasn't one for profanity or over exaggeration or getting flustered under pressure or shock, but this? WHAT THE HELL HAD JUST HAPPENED? I was practically running towards Granny's now, desperate for some sort of explanation even if it was Henry telling me that there was a curse. Because magic was the only answer I could think of for the craziness that had just occurred. When I got to the dinner Henry was already inside, sitting next to Emma, Killian across from them. Emma and Killian were blatantly avoiding each other's eye contact and seemed intently focused on what Henry was telling them about his school day. I slid into the seat next to Killian.
"So?" Henry asked excitedly. "What happened Ms. Blanchard?" I looked up at Emma, silently apologizing for the words that were about to come out of my mouth. I knew this wasn't what she wanted to hear, or rather what she wanted Henry to hear, but I wasn't about to lie to him. She was giving me that knowing smile, ready to catch Henry when he heard the disappointing news she thought I was about to deliver.
"He woke up." I said after a moment of pause. The smile vanished from her lips and reappeared in tenfold on Henry's face.
"What?" She breathed, in complete shock.
"I knew it!" Henry exclaimed. I glanced at Killian and saw a slight smile on his lips.
"I mean, he didn't wake up, wake up," I explained hurriedly, "but, he grabbed my hand." I looked around the table for any explanation.
"He's remembering!" Henry insisted.
"What did the doctor say?" Emma asked, shock still permeating every bit of her face.
"That I imagined it," I sighed, still thinking of the sad look of pity on Whale's face. "But I'm not crazy!" I swore. "I know what happened."
"We have to go back, you have to read to him again!" Henry was in full Operation Cobra mode, and if you took out the knowledge that the kid was talking about magic and fairy tales, his insistence was quite convincing. And in my state, I didn't need much convincing. I nodded my head, decidedly and stood up suddenly.
"Let's go." Henry bounded out of the booth after me, Killian sharply on our heels but Emma was less movable.
"Wait, wait, what?" She asked, confused, drifting out of the booth as if trying to stop us rather than follow us.
"If I got through to him, if we made a connection," I begged, willing my words to make as much sense in the air as they did in my head.
"You don't believe," Emma began.
"That he's Prince Charming? Of course not!" I pleaded with her. I had no other explanation but my friend was not about to be convince with a, hey, your son's crazy theory? I believe it-crazy things are happening! "But somehow, someway, I touched him!" I didn't know how but I had, there was a connection I was sure of it. I turned and followed Henry, Killian on my heels as Emma stared after us for a few moments. A minute later the door to Granny's swung open and Emma chased after us. I turned to Killian who had yet to say a word. "Do you think I'm crazy?" I wasn't sure why I cared so much if he did. Everyone loved Killian and I thought he was great too, but I hadn't ever gotten to know him very well. Why should I care what he thought of me? I guess going crazy made you cling to the idea that someone else thought that maybe you were sane.
"Not at all, love." He responded, his long legs easily keeping up with the slow jog Henry and I were using. "I think that perhaps, John Doe heard your simply beautiful voice and thought, there. That is a beautiful, kind person and she might make being awake worth it." This statement was accompanied by his signature teasing grin but I noticed that the heart had gone out of his incessant flirting. I noticed that he glanced back at Emma to see if she was indeed following us. I bit my lip, hiding a grin. The town philanderer had finally met his match in my quick witted city friend, and I was going to enjoy watching this.
What the hell was going on? I wasn't one for profanity or over exaggeration or getting flustered under pressure or shock, but this? WHAT THE HELL HAD JUST HAPPENED? I was practically running towards Granny's now, desperate for some sort of explanation even if it was Henry telling me that there was a curse. Because magic was the only answer I could think of for the craziness that had just occurred. When I got to the dinner Henry was already inside, sitting next to Emma, Killian across from them. Emma and Killian were blatantly avoiding each other's eye contact and seemed intently focused on what Henry was telling them about his school day. I slid into the seat next to Killian.
"So?" Henry asked excitedly. "What happened Ms. Blanchard?" I looked up at Emma, silently apologizing for the words that were about to come out of my mouth. I knew this wasn't what she wanted to hear, or rather what she wanted Henry to hear, but I wasn't about to lie to him. She was giving me that knowing smile, ready to catch Henry when he heard the disappointing news she thought I was about to deliver.
"He woke up." I said after a moment of pause. The smile vanished from her lips and reappeared in tenfold on Henry's face.
"What?" She breathed, in complete shock.
"I knew it!" Henry exclaimed. I glanced at Killian and saw a slight smile on his lips.
"I mean, he didn't wake up, wake up," I explained hurriedly, "but, he grabbed my hand." I looked around the table for any explanation.
"He's remembering!" Henry insisted.
"What did the doctor say?" Emma asked, shock still permeating every bit of her face.
"That I imagined it," I sighed, still thinking of the sad look of pity on Whale's face. "But I'm not crazy!" I swore. "I know what happened."
"We have to go back, you have to read to him again!" Henry was in full Operation Cobra mode, and if you took out the knowledge that the kid was talking about magic and fairy tales, his insistence was quite convincing. And in my state, I didn't need much convincing. I nodded my head, decidedly and stood up suddenly.
"Let's go." Henry bounded out of the booth after me, Killian sharply on our heels but Emma was less movable.
"Wait, wait, what?" She asked, confused, drifting out of the booth as if trying to stop us rather than follow us.
"If I got through to him, if we made a connection," I begged, willing my words to make as much sense in the air as they did in my head.
"You don't believe," Emma began.
"That he's Prince Charming? Of course not!" I pleaded with her. I had no other explanation but my friend was not about to be convince with a, hey, your son's crazy theory? I believe it-crazy things are happening! "But somehow, someway, I touched him!" I didn't know how but I had, there was a connection I was sure of it. I turned and followed Henry, Killian on my heels as Emma stared after us for a few moments. A minute later the door to Granny's swung open and Emma chased after us. I turned to Killian who had yet to say a word. "Do you think I'm crazy?" I wasn't sure why I cared so much if he did. Everyone loved Killian and I thought he was great too, but I hadn't ever gotten to know him very well. Why should I care what he thought of me? I guess going crazy made you cling to the idea that someone else thought that maybe you were sane.
"Not at all, love." He responded, his long legs easily keeping up with the slow jog Henry and I were using. "I think that perhaps, John Doe heard your simply beautiful voice and thought, there. That is a beautiful, kind person and she might make being awake worth it." This statement was accompanied by his signature teasing grin but I noticed that the heart had gone out of his incessant flirting. I noticed that he glanced back at Emma to see if she was indeed following us. I bit my lip, hiding a grin. The town philanderer had finally met his match in my quick witted city friend, and I was going to enjoy watching this.
Chapter 9
Killian Jones
Well this was certainly a strange turn of events. Prince Charming remembered his true love's voice. And there hadn't even been the power of a kiss to awaken him. If she kissed him would he rise up and break the curse? I laughed internally. Who knew that villainous Captain Hook would be waiting around for True Love's Kiss? And yet here he was, walking through the hospital doors to see Prince Charming about his memory. We walked into the clinic and headed towards the room John Doe had been in earlier this afternoon when Mary Margaret had been reading to him.
There was no one there.
Mary Margaret
He was gone. I ran to Whale and pulled him away from the little old lady he was speaking to. "Excuse me this is an emergency." I assured her. "Dr. Whale, where is the man who was in a coma?"
"Where you left him." He responded confusion clouding his face. "In his room."
"Um, I don't mean to alarm you, but no. No he's not." Whale looked at me, his eyes widening and he ran off towards John Doe's room.
"What the hell?" His voice trailed off and Emma and I stared at each other in shock. John Doe, Prince Charming, whoever the hell he was, was awake.
Henry Mills
I totally called it. Snow White had woken up Prince Charming. She hadn't even kissed him. This was brilliant. The final battle had indeed begun. This was so cool.
Emma Swan
What the hell? I had been hoping this would put Operation Cobra to rest but not only did he wake up, he disappeared. Henry's resolve would be strengthened SO much. This was not good. Where the hell was John Doe?
David/Charming
I opened my eyes. She had just been here. I had just heard her voice. I had just grabbed her hand. My Snow White. She had been here in this weird little room. Where was I? Apparently this was the land without magic the Evil Queen had decided to send us too, but what were these weird metal contraptions with all the flashing lights? And there were these strange clear ropes that poked into my arms, what were they doing? I ripped the cords out and stumbled to my feet. My legs nearly gave way beneath me. Of course, I didn't know how long I'd been in this odd little room but if the reason I was up now was because the final battle had begun, that meant I had been lying on this table for 28 years. No wonder my legs felt like jelly-I had no muscle tone left! 28 years. It felt as though my baby girl had just been in my arms moments ago. I had just put her into an enchanted tree, and now, she was nearly my age. Well, how old I looked. And I guess how old my body was thanks to this ridiculous curse. I pushed at the glass door (really? Why would anyone want a glass door? The ability to see through them, completely defeated the purpose of even having walls and doors.) And stumbled into the waiting room. There were other people that I didn't recognize and I supposed I could have asked one of them but if I didn't know them, what were the chances that my wife did? I needed to find Snow, find my daughter, and help them fight off Regina. And I knew just the place to start. The Troll Bridge. That was where the story had left off while Snow was reading it, and I was sure she would be there and I could find her. I had heard that little boy talking about it once when he came in.
It was strange, really. It all felt like a dream but that little boy's voice, I had heard it. He spoke of the curse and of Snow and of me and I knew that he knew. I knew he was real. I couldn't yet figure out why I could hear him and not any of the others who had stood in or near my odd little glass room but I could always hear him. And he said Troll Bridge. That meant it was here. And I would find it. My legs stumbled beneath me and I felt at the odd robe that had been wrapped around me. It felt as thin as paper and I would have been embarrassed about it if I wasn't so focused on finding my Snow. It was dark by the time I found the Troll Bridge. The sign had said Toll Bridge but someone had drawn the 'R' on it. She had to be here. She would come. She would find me. She would always find me.
Well this was certainly a strange turn of events. Prince Charming remembered his true love's voice. And there hadn't even been the power of a kiss to awaken him. If she kissed him would he rise up and break the curse? I laughed internally. Who knew that villainous Captain Hook would be waiting around for True Love's Kiss? And yet here he was, walking through the hospital doors to see Prince Charming about his memory. We walked into the clinic and headed towards the room John Doe had been in earlier this afternoon when Mary Margaret had been reading to him.
There was no one there.
Mary Margaret
He was gone. I ran to Whale and pulled him away from the little old lady he was speaking to. "Excuse me this is an emergency." I assured her. "Dr. Whale, where is the man who was in a coma?"
"Where you left him." He responded confusion clouding his face. "In his room."
"Um, I don't mean to alarm you, but no. No he's not." Whale looked at me, his eyes widening and he ran off towards John Doe's room.
"What the hell?" His voice trailed off and Emma and I stared at each other in shock. John Doe, Prince Charming, whoever the hell he was, was awake.
Henry Mills
I totally called it. Snow White had woken up Prince Charming. She hadn't even kissed him. This was brilliant. The final battle had indeed begun. This was so cool.
Emma Swan
What the hell? I had been hoping this would put Operation Cobra to rest but not only did he wake up, he disappeared. Henry's resolve would be strengthened SO much. This was not good. Where the hell was John Doe?
David/Charming
I opened my eyes. She had just been here. I had just heard her voice. I had just grabbed her hand. My Snow White. She had been here in this weird little room. Where was I? Apparently this was the land without magic the Evil Queen had decided to send us too, but what were these weird metal contraptions with all the flashing lights? And there were these strange clear ropes that poked into my arms, what were they doing? I ripped the cords out and stumbled to my feet. My legs nearly gave way beneath me. Of course, I didn't know how long I'd been in this odd little room but if the reason I was up now was because the final battle had begun, that meant I had been lying on this table for 28 years. No wonder my legs felt like jelly-I had no muscle tone left! 28 years. It felt as though my baby girl had just been in my arms moments ago. I had just put her into an enchanted tree, and now, she was nearly my age. Well, how old I looked. And I guess how old my body was thanks to this ridiculous curse. I pushed at the glass door (really? Why would anyone want a glass door? The ability to see through them, completely defeated the purpose of even having walls and doors.) And stumbled into the waiting room. There were other people that I didn't recognize and I supposed I could have asked one of them but if I didn't know them, what were the chances that my wife did? I needed to find Snow, find my daughter, and help them fight off Regina. And I knew just the place to start. The Troll Bridge. That was where the story had left off while Snow was reading it, and I was sure she would be there and I could find her. I had heard that little boy talking about it once when he came in.
It was strange, really. It all felt like a dream but that little boy's voice, I had heard it. He spoke of the curse and of Snow and of me and I knew that he knew. I knew he was real. I couldn't yet figure out why I could hear him and not any of the others who had stood in or near my odd little glass room but I could always hear him. And he said Troll Bridge. That meant it was here. And I would find it. My legs stumbled beneath me and I felt at the odd robe that had been wrapped around me. It felt as thin as paper and I would have been embarrassed about it if I wasn't so focused on finding my Snow. It was dark by the time I found the Troll Bridge. The sign had said Toll Bridge but someone had drawn the 'R' on it. She had to be here. She would come. She would find me. She would always find me.
Chapter 10
Killian Jones
There he was. Lying face down in the water. Dear God, no. If he died what would happen with this whole curse thing? I was sure he would be necessary for the success of my mission. Snow White ran to the Prince's side and began pressing down on his chest and breathing into his mouth. After a few moments water spewed out of the Prince's lips and he looked up into Snow's eyes, so much hope and happiness in his own expression.
"You saved me." He breathes at her.
"Sir, do you know who you are?" Graham asks, looking down at him. The Prince looks around at the faces staring at him and shakes his head slowly.
"No." He was lying. I knew he was lying and I could tell from the look on Emma's face that she knew, too but she didn't question it and I didn't push her. Between Graham and me, we got him into the cruiser. Emma took Henry home but Snow White stayed with us as we returned him to the hospital. I could see the desperation in her eyes. Unbelievable. Even in this amnesiac state and she still loved him. Even if she didn't know why, she loved him. I wanted that again. That all-encompassing, breathtaking, more important than anything else in the world kind of love. That love where you couldn't think about anything but her, where you wanted to tell her everything about your day the second you saw her but wanted to know everything that had happened to her first. I wanted that kind of love that made your body shake and your mind get numb just from thinking about her. I may have been a blood thirsty pirate, but I had tasted such a love. And Now I wasn't sure how much longer I could live without it. My revenge had kept me going thus far, but once that was carried out, once the crocodile was dead, I would need love, or there would be no point to my existence.
There he was. Lying face down in the water. Dear God, no. If he died what would happen with this whole curse thing? I was sure he would be necessary for the success of my mission. Snow White ran to the Prince's side and began pressing down on his chest and breathing into his mouth. After a few moments water spewed out of the Prince's lips and he looked up into Snow's eyes, so much hope and happiness in his own expression.
"You saved me." He breathes at her.
"Sir, do you know who you are?" Graham asks, looking down at him. The Prince looks around at the faces staring at him and shakes his head slowly.
"No." He was lying. I knew he was lying and I could tell from the look on Emma's face that she knew, too but she didn't question it and I didn't push her. Between Graham and me, we got him into the cruiser. Emma took Henry home but Snow White stayed with us as we returned him to the hospital. I could see the desperation in her eyes. Unbelievable. Even in this amnesiac state and she still loved him. Even if she didn't know why, she loved him. I wanted that again. That all-encompassing, breathtaking, more important than anything else in the world kind of love. That love where you couldn't think about anything but her, where you wanted to tell her everything about your day the second you saw her but wanted to know everything that had happened to her first. I wanted that kind of love that made your body shake and your mind get numb just from thinking about her. I may have been a blood thirsty pirate, but I had tasted such a love. And Now I wasn't sure how much longer I could live without it. My revenge had kept me going thus far, but once that was carried out, once the crocodile was dead, I would need love, or there would be no point to my existence.
Chapter 11
Emma Swan
I was in a daze as I watched Henry sneak back into his room. What was happening in this town? The fact that Henry's fairy tale theory was the only thing that connected all the pieces was making me very nervous. Who was John Doe? He was lying when he said he didn't remember who he was. Somehow being an amnesia patient was better than who he really was, which meant he was probably a criminal. And whatever Mary Margaret said about connecting with him, I needed to keep my friend safe. More importantly, I needed to keep my family safe. Whatever Henry thought about how this man was Prince Charming, a hero, I needed to keep him far, far away from John Doe.
David/Charming
I was so tired. My body ached everywhere. My muscles, my joints, everywhere. I felt as though I had, well, I felts as though I had been lying down for 28 years. They hadn't broken the curse yet. Snow had no idea who I was. And the huntsman, he had been there too, along with three others I had no names for. A beautiful blonde, an odd, dark looking man and a small boy. I didn't know who the boy was or why on earth he would be out with any sort of guarding force in the middle of the night, but after the few words he exchanged with the blonde I recognized his voice. It was the voice I had been hearing through the clouded dream world, it was the voice that had led me to this odd little troll bridge. That boy knew. I couldn't let on that I remembered. They would have carted me off to an asylum of sorts, called me insane, it was better to pretend I had forgotten. Better to wait, speak with the boy alone, find my daughter and damn it! It was time to break this curse.
Henry Mills
Ha. Ha, ha, ha. Whatever Emma said, this proved it. Operation Cobra was operational and in motion. Prince Charming was up and about, memory or not True Love's Kiss would bring it back and the memories of this entire town. Ha, ha, mom. Ha. Ha.
I was in a daze as I watched Henry sneak back into his room. What was happening in this town? The fact that Henry's fairy tale theory was the only thing that connected all the pieces was making me very nervous. Who was John Doe? He was lying when he said he didn't remember who he was. Somehow being an amnesia patient was better than who he really was, which meant he was probably a criminal. And whatever Mary Margaret said about connecting with him, I needed to keep my friend safe. More importantly, I needed to keep my family safe. Whatever Henry thought about how this man was Prince Charming, a hero, I needed to keep him far, far away from John Doe.
David/Charming
I was so tired. My body ached everywhere. My muscles, my joints, everywhere. I felt as though I had, well, I felts as though I had been lying down for 28 years. They hadn't broken the curse yet. Snow had no idea who I was. And the huntsman, he had been there too, along with three others I had no names for. A beautiful blonde, an odd, dark looking man and a small boy. I didn't know who the boy was or why on earth he would be out with any sort of guarding force in the middle of the night, but after the few words he exchanged with the blonde I recognized his voice. It was the voice I had been hearing through the clouded dream world, it was the voice that had led me to this odd little troll bridge. That boy knew. I couldn't let on that I remembered. They would have carted me off to an asylum of sorts, called me insane, it was better to pretend I had forgotten. Better to wait, speak with the boy alone, find my daughter and damn it! It was time to break this curse.
Henry Mills
Ha. Ha, ha, ha. Whatever Emma said, this proved it. Operation Cobra was operational and in motion. Prince Charming was up and about, memory or not True Love's Kiss would bring it back and the memories of this entire town. Ha, ha, mom. Ha. Ha.
Chapter 12
David/Charming
Snow looked at me cheerfully. I loved that smile. She was different here, but she was still my Snow. We played this odd little card game and I grinned at her, chanting over and over in my head, reminding myself to call her Mary Margaret. I was slowly soaking in the full effects of this curse. I had married Abigail. As in, Abigail. She was so annoying in this world. She kept interrupting Snow and I and insisting that I remember all these stupid things like this dog, or a random windmill in our yard. I mean seriously? Where was Frederick? I still hadn't had the time to speak to the boy, Henry, but he had mentioned an Emma. Sure it was unlikely, with everyone else's names mixed up but there was a chance he knew where my daughter was. And I would give everything to find my baby girl.
Killian Jones
I twisted my prosthetic hand absentmindedly. They were sitting at the table next to us laughing about something. Graham was staring too. Neither of us had spoken for a good five minutes, we just sat there staring at Emma and Mary Margaret. They were giggling in hushed tones and I couldn't decipher what was being said, all I knew was that Emma's beautiful blonde hair was cascading down her shoulders and her green eyes were flashing with the mischief of a girl who wanted an adventurer. Not some soft, pretty boy with a cute accent who brought her flowers every day and held her hand while she crossed the street. She needed someone who would walk over to that table, pull her hand and shove her up against the wall. She needed someone who would wrap his arms around her and make her feel safe, whatever she had gone through in the past. She needed someone who would make her feel so-Good Lord Killian! I admonished myself. Where had that come from? I was after the Savior not the girl.
Sheriff Graham
God, she was beautiful. Emma and Mary Margaret were giggling away about something and I couldn't help but stare. And stare.
"You know, you both look a little creepy staring like that," A voice said softly a few feet away from me. I jumped and I saw Killian mirror my reaction out of the corner of my eye. There he was, David, walking up and about, out of the hospital.
"You're up mate!" Killian said a little too loudly. "They let you out of the nut house."
"Indeed," David nodded with a smile and a quick glance at the duo of beauties, now staring at us. "I know you wanted to speak with me when I was feeling better and I had some time, so." He trailed off looking at us both, waiting for one of us to tell him what to do.
"Right!" I finally said, realizing that I was in charge and everyone was staring at me. "Of course, why don't we head down to the station, it'll just be a few quick questions and you can be on your way." Emma stood up and picked up the red leather jacket on the chair behind her.
"I'll come with." She volunteered.
"Emma, it's your morning off, you don't have to." I said, wishing desperately that she would ignore me and come spend the day with me.
"Emma?" David Nolan turned around with wide eyes and looked directly at the beautiful blonde. We all stopped and stared at him.
"Okay, there's no way you remember me, I just got here." She told David, narrowing her eyes.
"No, no of course not." He brushed off his excitement at hearing her name and his odd behavior. "No, I just always loved the name Emma." He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes and while keeping his focus on Mary Margaret. "If I had a daughter I think I would name her Emma." There was an exceptionally awkward pause until Killian stood up and broke the silence.
"Okay, so I guess we're all going to interrogate a victim now?" he nodded seriously, mocking the situation. "Sounds good, let's get going." I led Emma, David and Killian down the street in uncomfortable silence.
Killian Jones
He knew. I knew that he knew. I even knew why he was hiding the fact that he knew. If he realized that no one else knew anything about the curse, than he wouldn't want to say something about magic, these people would lock him back up in the hospital. I needed to talk to him alone, before Emma and Graham got their hands on him. I had to let him know that I knew and that we were going to break the curse. I had to give the poor man hope so he wouldn't crack under pressure and say something odd to his daughter that would make her uncomfortable, oh gods. Emma was his daughter. I mean, I knew that logistically. I knew that Prince Charming and Snow white's daughter was Emma, but I hadn't thought about it on a personal level. Emma. Of course he reacted when he heard his daughter's name. No wonder he was silently staring at Emma and Graham. In his mind, he had just put his baby daughter in a magic portal and now, in what must seem like a matter of hours, he was seeing her all grown up, his age, in fact. How emotional that must be for him. And I was about to speak to Emma's father, as Emma's father. What if he didn't approve of me? What if he thought his daughter deserved better than a one handed pirate with a drinking problem?
Killian, get a grip. Why should he care if you are friends, and only friends dammit Killian, with his daughter. It is NOT like you are courting her. You are simply trying to break a curse to avenge Milah.
Snow looked at me cheerfully. I loved that smile. She was different here, but she was still my Snow. We played this odd little card game and I grinned at her, chanting over and over in my head, reminding myself to call her Mary Margaret. I was slowly soaking in the full effects of this curse. I had married Abigail. As in, Abigail. She was so annoying in this world. She kept interrupting Snow and I and insisting that I remember all these stupid things like this dog, or a random windmill in our yard. I mean seriously? Where was Frederick? I still hadn't had the time to speak to the boy, Henry, but he had mentioned an Emma. Sure it was unlikely, with everyone else's names mixed up but there was a chance he knew where my daughter was. And I would give everything to find my baby girl.
Killian Jones
I twisted my prosthetic hand absentmindedly. They were sitting at the table next to us laughing about something. Graham was staring too. Neither of us had spoken for a good five minutes, we just sat there staring at Emma and Mary Margaret. They were giggling in hushed tones and I couldn't decipher what was being said, all I knew was that Emma's beautiful blonde hair was cascading down her shoulders and her green eyes were flashing with the mischief of a girl who wanted an adventurer. Not some soft, pretty boy with a cute accent who brought her flowers every day and held her hand while she crossed the street. She needed someone who would walk over to that table, pull her hand and shove her up against the wall. She needed someone who would wrap his arms around her and make her feel safe, whatever she had gone through in the past. She needed someone who would make her feel so-Good Lord Killian! I admonished myself. Where had that come from? I was after the Savior not the girl.
Sheriff Graham
God, she was beautiful. Emma and Mary Margaret were giggling away about something and I couldn't help but stare. And stare.
"You know, you both look a little creepy staring like that," A voice said softly a few feet away from me. I jumped and I saw Killian mirror my reaction out of the corner of my eye. There he was, David, walking up and about, out of the hospital.
"You're up mate!" Killian said a little too loudly. "They let you out of the nut house."
"Indeed," David nodded with a smile and a quick glance at the duo of beauties, now staring at us. "I know you wanted to speak with me when I was feeling better and I had some time, so." He trailed off looking at us both, waiting for one of us to tell him what to do.
"Right!" I finally said, realizing that I was in charge and everyone was staring at me. "Of course, why don't we head down to the station, it'll just be a few quick questions and you can be on your way." Emma stood up and picked up the red leather jacket on the chair behind her.
"I'll come with." She volunteered.
"Emma, it's your morning off, you don't have to." I said, wishing desperately that she would ignore me and come spend the day with me.
"Emma?" David Nolan turned around with wide eyes and looked directly at the beautiful blonde. We all stopped and stared at him.
"Okay, there's no way you remember me, I just got here." She told David, narrowing her eyes.
"No, no of course not." He brushed off his excitement at hearing her name and his odd behavior. "No, I just always loved the name Emma." He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes and while keeping his focus on Mary Margaret. "If I had a daughter I think I would name her Emma." There was an exceptionally awkward pause until Killian stood up and broke the silence.
"Okay, so I guess we're all going to interrogate a victim now?" he nodded seriously, mocking the situation. "Sounds good, let's get going." I led Emma, David and Killian down the street in uncomfortable silence.
Killian Jones
He knew. I knew that he knew. I even knew why he was hiding the fact that he knew. If he realized that no one else knew anything about the curse, than he wouldn't want to say something about magic, these people would lock him back up in the hospital. I needed to talk to him alone, before Emma and Graham got their hands on him. I had to let him know that I knew and that we were going to break the curse. I had to give the poor man hope so he wouldn't crack under pressure and say something odd to his daughter that would make her uncomfortable, oh gods. Emma was his daughter. I mean, I knew that logistically. I knew that Prince Charming and Snow white's daughter was Emma, but I hadn't thought about it on a personal level. Emma. Of course he reacted when he heard his daughter's name. No wonder he was silently staring at Emma and Graham. In his mind, he had just put his baby daughter in a magic portal and now, in what must seem like a matter of hours, he was seeing her all grown up, his age, in fact. How emotional that must be for him. And I was about to speak to Emma's father, as Emma's father. What if he didn't approve of me? What if he thought his daughter deserved better than a one handed pirate with a drinking problem?
Killian, get a grip. Why should he care if you are friends, and only friends dammit Killian, with his daughter. It is NOT like you are courting her. You are simply trying to break a curse to avenge Milah.