Hey guys, I normally write Harry Potter fics but I'm branching out. I was completely inspired by Once's last episode and I completely fell in love with Jefferson (Sebastian Stan)

This will be a chaptered fic, probably around ten chapters. It's short and sweet.

I hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Get it to Work

Get it to work. Get it to work. Get it to work. Get it to work.

Anxious sweat trickled down his face as his long and careful fingers used the scissors to cut the silver fabric.

Get it to work. Get it to work. Get it to work. Get it to work.

He wrapped the silver, silk fabric around the black, velvet hat and sewed it on carefully.

Get it to work. Get it to work. Get it to work. Get it to work.

He sighed and hoped for the millionth time that it would work. It had to work. It needed to work. But, it he knew that it would not work.

He stood from his chair, flipped the newest hat in his hands once and held back a smirk. He would not win with these hats. But, he laid it down on the ground and spun it, as he had with so many other countless hats.

It spun around and stopped. No purple smoke flew out and surrounded the room. Nothing, not one thing happened.

He yelled out in frustration and slammed his foot on the ground as his mouth twitched. He picked up the hat and stored it next to the last failure.

Then he began another hat. Then, he sadly failed once more.

He was mad.

Cut after cut after cut after cut.

Sew after sew after sew after sew.

Hat after hat after hat after hat.

Fail after fail after fail after fail.

He rubbed his fingers on the hole of the telescope as he brought his head down to look through it again. Emma stood in the middle of the Sheriff's office with that sheriff, Graham. They were talking as he stared through the long and thin telescope. He knew that she was the key. He needed her. She has the magic that this world so desperately needs.

She and the Sheriff kissed and Jefferson could not help but flinch at the sight. It disturbed him. Yet, soon after it, Graham fell, grasped his chest, and after a few minutes, died. Emma freaked, knelt down to Graham and wept as she tried to make him alive once more.

Curious.

And he walked away.

Cut after cut after cut after cut.

Sew after sew after sew after sew.

Hat after hat after hat after hat.

Fail after fail after fail after fail.

Grace, not Paige, was crying. Her hand was bleeding. Jefferson was suffering as his fingers clutched the telescope in frustration. Those awful parents were actually comforting her. Jefferson knew that it should be himself. He should be the one holding his daughter when she was injured, he should be the one wiping her tears away, he should be the one that is there for her, they should be the ones having tea parties with her stuffed animals! Him! Him! Him! HIM!

He seized his latest hat, one with a silver trim around the edges, and threw it out the window. The shards flew inside the room and outside the window. The hat fell slowly as it finally crashed to the ground, surrounded by the many shards of glass.

Jefferson stared through the telescope again.

They heard nothing, and Grace, not Paige, still cried.

Cut after cut after cut after cut.

Sew after sew after sew after sew.

Hat after hat after hat after hat.

Fail after fail after fail after fail.

It was dark all around him as he stared further. He needed to clear his head in order to get it to work, or even, get her to get it to work.

As though luck soared through him, he saw Mary Margaret running towards a tree. She grasped the tree and breathed heavily upon it. He smirked; she was the key to get the key to get it to work. It will work. It had to work.

He snuck up behind her and slammed his palm around her mouth and used the other to squeeze her nose. She was alarmed and she tried to fight against him. She was not Snow White in this world, so she could not hurt him in any way. He was too strong, and he was able to hold her steady. Eventually, she began to collapse into unconsciousness and he dragged her away as his mouth unfolded into a wide grin.

The air was fresh and circulated around his body. He needed the air, for that women's stench was nauseating and it had filled his large home. Emma must not have let her shower in the jail. He could then feel the lights on his body as he turned his head around and saw the familiar yellow buggy drive his way and practically knocked him down. He planted a smirk on his face and his plan rushed inside his head as he heard the car door slam open and Emma then shouting out.

After Emma had passed out from the contaminated tea, Jefferson had retrieved duct tape and a bandana to tie her up. He rubbed his fingers over Emma's mouth as his tied the bandana over it. He could not help but admire her mouth and her intricate sleeping face. He wondered what it would be like to kiss her lips. But, no, he would not do that. Her only purpose was to get it to work. He took her hands and feet and wrapped them in the thick duct tape. His careful fingers from hat-making did it delicately with such precision that he was sure not to bother her unconscious state.

It was seconds as he fell from the window after Mary Margaret kicked him. The hat fell of his head and swirled in the air, and Jefferson could not help but notice some purple smoke floating out of the hat. It landed on the hard ground with glass all around it. Right after it did, he fell through the hat into a place so familiar to him. A place that will allow him to go back home in the woods, to his Grace and to his life.

It worked.

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-Simply Paranoia