First story for Once Upon a Time! So, ugh, this was supposed to be a one-shot... but I don't want to leave it like this so there are going to be more chapters. How many, I have no idea. Hopefully it'll be over before the show starts again.
Hope y'all like it!
Emma didn't know why she had agreed to meet the man in a bar. Maybe it was because she wanted him off her back once and for all. Maybe it was because something within her kept telling her to listen to him. In the end, she had given him the address of a place she went to on a regular basis and told him not to be late, that this would be his only chance to talk to her. However, it had been well over thirty minutes now and the man was making no sense at all. Plus, what the hell was up with his clothes? He looked like Jack Sparrow.
"That necklace. Who gave it to you ?"
"I… I don't—I've always had it. Since I was a baby," Emma replied as she was pulled out of her thoughts.
"So where does it come from?"
"I don't know; it's just a necklace!"
"Maybe your parents gave it to you. Think about it Emma. Please. It's important. I'll be back."
"Wait! What do you know about this necklace? Why is it important?"
"Emma… You need to remember. I can't tell you or it won't work."
"What won't work?"
"Your memories will not come back. I can only ask you to think hard about it. Your life."
Emma looked him in the eye and shivered. She could tell that he was saying the truth. Or at least, he was convinced of what he was saying.
"What's your name again?" she asked.
"I'm Killian Jones. But most people call me Hook."
"Hook. Right."
"I'm serious, love."
"Look, I don't want any weirdos in my life, okay?"
"Emma, I understand that this is scary, I do."
"What is scary is that I have a stalker who claims that magic is real and that my parents are some prince and princess of fairytales. That's crazy."
Emma got up and put on her leather jacket. Hook leaned back in his chair and simply said:
"What about your dreams?"
She paused and looked back at him suspiciously.
"What about them?"
"Haven't they been a little… special, lately?"
Slowly, Emma put her two hands on the table and leaned toward Hook, her eyes narrowing.
"What are you talking about?" she practically growled.
"Ah, you tell me, love. What do you see? Or perhaps I should ask, who do you see?"
The blonde pulled her chair and sat back.
"How can you possibly know about the dreams?"
"I was told. She sent me, actually. She said we couldn't wait anymore and that we needed you."
"Who? Who is she? That woman I dream about?"
For weeks now, Emma had had a strange recurring dream. She was always standing on a road that she did not recognize, yet it seemed oddly familiar. Standing in front of her was a woman. Her face was blurry; Emma could only remember two things: the eyes and the voice. The eyes were a warm brown, always lit with a spark that made Emma feel at ease. She knew that the woman was not to be feared, yet the powerful voice indicated that she was not to be messed with either. Emma could never remember the woman's words after she woke up. The only thing she could never forget, even while awake, was the look in the woman's eyes.
Hook remained silent. He was getting on her nerves.
"Look, you can't say that the woman I see in my dreams sent you here and then not explain yourself!" Emma yelled.
Several customers turned their head toward them but she ignored them. Hook sighed and finished his glass of rum.
"If you dream about her tonight, try to establish a connection with her. She said she couldn't get through to you. That you never remembered."
"I… This is crazy."
"I know it sounds crazy, but there are more than just one reality, Emma. Your son believed. He's the one who got you to Storybrooke in the first place."
Again with the Storybrooke nonsense, Emma thought as she rolled her eyes. Hook stood up this time.
"I have to go. I'll come back tomorrow."
"No. I don't want to see you again."
"Emma—"
"No! If you ever come near me or my son again, I'll have the cops on your ass so fast you won't understand what happened to you."
He looked down, defeated. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial containing a blue liquid. He set it on the table.
"This is magic. It won't hurt you. At best it will help you remember. Otherwise, nothing will happen. No side effect, I promise. Take it right before you go to bed tonight. The dream should make a lot more sense."
Hook did not wait for Emma to answer. He started to walk away, turned back and said:
"Ask yourself the right questions, Emma. And ask her about the necklace. She'll have an answer to give you. But only if you take that potion."
Henry was asleep already and Emma was thankful that for once, he hadn't begged her to stay up for another hour. She smiled as he frowned in his sleep and then turned away from the door. Slowly, she walked back into the living-room and grabbed her leather jacket. In the pocket, she grabbed the vial that Hook had given her earlier and examined it closer. She had never seen anything like it before. Emma sighed and put it on the kitchen table. What was she going to do with it? She did not trust this stranger, but he seemed to know things about her that no one else knew. She had looked into his eyes and she had been struck by the sincerity in them. But was if the man was deranged? His words certainly made it seem so. Emma took the vial and her phone from the table and walked toward the bathroom. There she sat down near the toilet, dialed 911 just in case she'd start to feel nauseous immediately and took a deep breath.
"Okay Swan, here goes nothing."
And she drank the potion.
She waited for an hour near the toilet, waited for nausea, for side effects, but nothing happened. In fact, the liquid had tasted like blueberry juice which Emma found ironic since it was blue, and she wondered if the taste was artificial or if blueberries were an actual ingredient of the potion.
Emma sighed and got up. She decided that she could very well take her shower now since she was already in the bathroom and she did not feel anything wrong with her. Like Killian had said, it would either help her remember—though she had no idea what—or it wouldn't do anything. Somehow, Emma couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
It happened as soon as sleep claimed her. Suddenly, Emma was back on the road, in the middle of nowhere. However, this time, the woman in front of her was not all blurry. Her features were clear, distinct… and beautiful. Emma's breath caught in her throat. The woman smiled at her, almost shyly, and Emma simply stared at her, mesmerized.
"Hi, Emma."
In the blonde's brain, something clicked. She took a step closer to the woman and her eyes widened. She knew that woman.
"Regina…"
Should I label this story as SwanQueen? I don't know. They certainly are going to be the main protagonists but I haven't decided what's going to happen between them. Or maybe I have and I'm just, what did Bobby say?... a big, fat liar. ;)
OTH-FOQ
