Author's Note: Okay, so I was a big Once Upon A Time In Wonderland fan. I was bummed when it was canceled, and it was canceled, and I was so happy when Will showed up in Storybrooke. However, I have been wondering why he is there, and more importantly, why he is alone. Those familiar with OUATIW know that there is a certain blonde who should be by his side, and I want them to explain that. More than that, I want a reunion, because I love her, and them. Seriously, they are my second favorite couple in the whole Once universe (the first being Rumbelle, who I still have not given up on, though I am disappointed in Rumple's recent behavior.) anyway, here's a little story about why The Knave is not in Wonderland and what happened to you know who. It takes place during the spell of Shattered Sight. That episode has yet to air, so I am only working off vague spoilers, and I apologize if things do not line up when it does air.

She Was Everything

Prologue

The Pirate would pay. It was all Will could think as he lunged at Hook with his pocketknife. Not the ideal weapon, but he would use what he had. He certainly wasn't going to confront the pirate without a weapon. It was clear Hook had a lot of experience in a fight, where Will was more the flee and avoid sort. Not today though. He was sick of being the cowardly thief. He would not bow in fear to men like Hook. The man was a scoundrel, a low-life. He found love with that annoying Sheriff of his, and still he insisted on tormenting defenseless thieves like Will, just because he spilled a bit on wine on her dress. He had hated seeing her in that dress, blonde hair and a light pink dress. It made his heart ache. Why should this lowlife get love when he didn't? He had done it all right, and he was robbed of love, and this scary man got to ride off in the sunset. No. Neither of them deserved that. None of them deserved a happy ending. Besides, the world would be better off without the pirate. On some level, even he seemed to know it. He was fighting back, but it seemed to Will that he was hesitating. There was a look in Hook's eyes as Will brought the knife up to his throat, a look that said 'Do it. Put me out of my misery.' And he almost did, but then he heard a noise. It sounded like a stormed, he heard thunder, and saw shadows of colorful lightning. It was a familiar sight, a familiar sound. And then he saw a sight more familiar. He saw a flash of blonde hair and white fabric, and big blue eyes. It was a sight he never thought he would see again.

Will smiled looking over at his love. She was all dressed in white now, instead of red. He knew he would never get used to that. But he never really got used to anything where she was concerned; she was a constant surprise, which was part of the fun.

"I hear what you're saying." She said diplomatically, "And I do want to help you. Unfortunately, that area is outside of my jurisdiction. I can set up a meeting with the King and Queen of Clubs if you like, and see if I could broker some sort of deal."

She was trying so hard to be helpful. Will could hear it in her voice. He was so proud of her. It had been hard at first. People remembered all the horrors she had committed at The Red Queen. They remembered how she ignored their problems and beheaded their friends, how she lived in luxury as they starved. They remembered it all. But Anastasia was stubborn, she always had been. She had worked hard, aiding the unemployed to find jobs, aiding the hungry in their search for food. She had compensated the families of those she had beheaded with sizable sums, and pardoned all prisoners.

Will had helped her. He had been scared at first. What did he know about being King? But she had believed in him. "You were foolish enough to fall in love with me, meaning you can show them that there is something in me to love. You convinced me to fall in love with you, even when it made no sense, which means you, can convince anyone of anything. You are fair, and kind, and good. I can think of no better man to reign as King by my side." He had smiled "Well, if you wanted me to marry you so bad, Your Majesty, you should've just asked." She laughed in that endearing way she did, and shoved him playfully. "Sometimes I think you think a bit to much of yourself." She said. Then she kissed him, "And it's Anastasia. To them, the people, I am Majesty, but to you, I am always Anastasia."

The rabbit had married them, and Alice and Cyrus had come through to witness the ceremony, congratulating them. And her and Will had ruled, cleaning up Wonderland as best they could. They tried to be fair. Anastasia helped Will understand politics, and he kept her in check when she got too 'Royal.' It was working out nicely enough, and now, a year later, the people seemed to have forgiven Anastasia. She was The White Queen to them now, she symbolized peace and hope.

Will loved watching her with the subjects. He had always known she was meant for more, regardless of what her mother had said. Anastasia was every star in the universe, all burning too bright to be just some girl. She was so much more than that. She was everything.

Finally, the session wrapped up. The people of Wonderland filed out, thanking their queen for her help.

"Thank god." Will said, hopping down, "That was long." He stretched. Those thrones were no picnic. He had slept in dungeons more comfortable than that.

"Oh, stop. It's good, them coming here. How are we supposed to know how to help them if they don't come and tell us."

Will smiled, "Have I mentioned how unbelievably proud of you I am?" He asked.

"I'll never say no to a little praise. Go on then. Tell me."

"I'm unbelievably proud of you," he repeated.

"You said that already. Bit of a let down. Here I was expecting some big flowery speech. I do believe you are losing your touch Mr. Scarlet." She said, smirking at him.

Will laughed, "I'll show you just how much I've lost my touch." He grabbed her, kissing her with everything he had. He never tired of kissing her. He didn't think he ever would.

When they finally came up for air, Anastasia laughed. "You always have to have the last word, don't you?"

"I'm married to the most stubborn woman in all the realms. I can't just let her walk all over me; what kind of marriage would that be?"

"A rather boring one, I'd wager."

"And we are far from boring. We, Ana, are epic."

She smiled, "Well, epic couples must do mundane things too sometimes. I have a meeting with General Grout in the war room."

"There's no war."

"No, but our armies need to be prepared if a war breaks out. It's important for me to keep tabs on the situation, and General Grout said there was a new development that required my attention."

"Can I come then, watch in the background?"

"Of course. You're King Will, you don't need to ask."

"So, if I just did somethin' without tellin' ya, you're sayin' that'd be all fine and dandy then?"

She smirked, "Legally, yes. But I'd slaughter you."

"I know. That's why I love you. And, that's why I ask."

The two of them made it into the war room. General Grout seemed to be briefing the soldiers, "Don't let me interrupt. We can speak when you're done."

The General turned, "Don't be ridiculous, Your Majesty." He smiled kindly at her, "I believe we're ready." He eyed Will, surprised, "We don't see you down here often, Your Majesty."

Will said nothing until Anastasia nudged him, "Oh, me?" he still wasn't used to being called Your Majesty.

General Grout laughed, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Right, well, just thought I'd come take a scan around, see what it's all about. So, this is the war room, eh? Nice room. Big. Spacious." He felt like, if he kept talking, maybe they wouldn't notice how out of his depth he felt. Anastasia believed in him, which he appreciated, and he was glad to help her, but he was no King.

The General laughed, a big belly laugh, "I can see why you fell for him,Yyour Majesty. He's hilarious." He looked down, "Humor is an important quality. My daughter and I, we got through my wife's passing with humor."

"I'm sorry about your wife. How did she die?"

He looked up, eyes blazing. She had asked the wrong question. Will's gut twisted, "Why, at your hand, Your Majesty." Anastasia froze. "Did you really think, you could pay us all off? Sprinkle money on our wounds, and we'd forget all the horrible things you'd done?" He was coming towards her.

"That's close enough mate." Will said, stepping between Ana and the General.

The general turned to him, "You know, I was hoping to leave you out of this. You've done nothing to hurt any of us, but … I'm afraid I can't let either of you leave this room alive." They turned to find the door had been bared they were surrounded by soldiers, all looking at Anastasia with the same hatred as General Grout, "It took some time, infiltrating the Queens guard. But we did it. Everyone here had a loved one die at your hand, Majesty." He spit the word.

"You don't know all of it. She's suffered loads, and she's learned. She's tried so hard to make amends, and she's helped people. Wonderland is better now. She's more than made up for-"

"Made up for? MADE UP FOR!" He boomed, turning to Will again, "None of us will ever see our loved ones again. No matter what she does, how she 'makes amends,' she can never bring them back."

"Exactly, she can't bring them back. Kill us, and they'll still be dead. What've you accomplished then? You've thrown Wonderland into turmoil, you have two dead bodies to explain, and they'll still be dead."

"Well, we had hoped to let you live, reign as the king the people deserve. But you could identify us now-"

"But I won't. You let us live, and we'll forget all of this. Just, please-"

"I'm sorry. Many heads have fallen, and they now scream for blood."

Will scanned the place, desperate. If he could keep this man talking, maybe they could find a way out of this. Not that this man was likely to listen to reason, that was clear, but …

"Let him go!" he turned, and saw the tears on Anastasia's face as she pleaded, "Please. Do what you want with me, but please, let 'im go." Her old accent was peaking through the cracks of her queen façade, it always did when she got upset. "I'll do whatever ya want, and he'll pardon you for it-"

"No I won't. If they kill you I -"

"Will, please. This is not the time to be foolish-"

"I'm always a fool for you. Always, happily, and forever, and I can't just let them-"

"If I may interrupt." The soldier said. Then, he lifted his gun, and took aim. Will ran forward, trying to push the man aside. He knew his odds weren't great; he had no weapon, and The General had an arm. Still, he couldn't sit back and do nothing.

"Ana, run." He knew it was hopeless. Where could she run? The only entrance was blocked. But Ana was no weak damsel-in-distress. No, his Ana was a fighter. And she fought. They fought. It was all a blur, but somehow, and Will was never sure how, but somehow, they got out of the war room.

They ran. Will followed Ana blindly, for a while, then stopped to catch his breath, "We have to keep going."

"Where? Where are we going?"

"The Rabbit." She called.

So they were leaving. This was it. No more Wonderland. He wasn't sure if he was sad about that or not. There were definitely bad memories, but there were good ones too. Still, he would follow Ana anywhere.

Desperately, he heard Ana knock on the door, and The Rabbit opened, surprised.

"Your Majesties, what a nice-"

"No time for pleasantries. We need a portal! You need to get Will out of here!"

Will turned to her, "What, get me …? You're not comin'?"

Ana shook her head, "I can't leave those men to lay waste to Wonderland. I leave, and war breaks out."

"But they'll kill ya-"

"No, they won't. The people are on my side, and this IS treason. They will be arrested, and then … then I'll come for you. I'll come and bring you back. But until this is settled, I need you safe."

"I'm not leaving you-"

"You have to. Will, don't you see, this is the only way."

The Rabbit started to open the portal, "I'm not jumpin' through there without ya. Either we go together, or-"

The door burst open. It was the soldiers, led by The General.

"Will, jump!"

"No!" She pushed him, and as he fell, he heard the sound of bullets, and a scream. "Ana!" He called, helplessly. But she couldn't hear him, not anymore. He was falling, falling, falling, and then, he was in Storybrooke. "Ana." He said again, this time, a whisper.

He waited for her, but months past, and she didn't come for him. There could only be one reason for that, and he knew what it was. Anastasia was dead.

"Will!" He heard her call his name. It was crying, and desperate, and happy. She was all dressed in her queen clothes, that beautiful white dress. He had prayed for this moment so many times, and somewhere, deep inside, he knew he should be happy. But he could only see all the pain she had caused him, all the heartache. He remembered when she had broken his heart. He remembered all the people she had had beheaded. He saw, so clearly, her standing there without a care in the world, as a crowd cheered and somebody swung an axe at his head.

She ran to him, tears in her eyes, "Will," she whispered, as though she couldn't believe he was real. He let her come. He let her get close. And when she was in range, ready to hug him, he lifted his knife.

Author's Note: Please don't hate me. Please remember that he is under the spell of Shattered Sight right now. There will be more to come. Next chapter we find out what happened to Anastasia after Will went through the portal. I'm anxious to know what you think. And this is my first Once story, so please be gentle.