Chapter 1

"Go!"

"What? No."

"Go and take her with you."

"I can't." There were tears running down his face now. "Not without you."

"Only two can go through the portal."

"Then you two go." He said gesturing to her and Grace.

"I'm not wanted here. I'll be safe."

"THIS WAY!" They heard someone yell in the distance.

"Go!" She said, pushing him lightly.

"Mommy, what's going on?" The little girl cowering behind Jefferson's leg asked. She looked like she was barely two and with big brown eyes and wavy medium brown hair she was looked like her mother.

"It's okay, baby. Just stay with daddy, okay?"

"Mommy where are we going?" She glanced up at Jefferson, hoping for him to answer.

"To the enchanted forest where fairies and princesses live." He said as he picked her up, causing her to giggle.

"Can I meet a princess?"

"Well sure you can! We'll probably run into a few on the way."

"Is mommy a princess?" Jefferson nodded but Rose was quick to speak up.

"Not anymore." Rose answered. Grace's face fell.

"But mommy's still a princess to us. Right Grace?" Grace smiled.

"Right daddy!" She said with a grin. Rose forced a smile.

"UP HERE!" Someone yelled, reminding them of the situation they were in.

"Go!" She urged. She kissed Grace's forehead.

"Mommy?" Grace sounded scared.

"Don't worry. Mommy will see you again soon. And remember Mommy loves you no matter what."

"Rose-" Jefferson started, his voice breaking.

"We'll see each other again soon." She said to him, wiping away the tears from his eyes and fighting back her own.

"Promise?" Asked Grace in her adorable baby voice.

"I promise."

Jefferson kissed her for the last time. "I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." She heard the guards getting closer. "Now go!" She said pushing him. He didn't move. "Go!" She yelled. He reluctantly put his hat on the ground and with baby Grace in his arms jumped inside.

"I love you." She whispered.

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"Miss Johnson?" A kid asked, pulling on her skirt.

"Yes?"

"Can I mix colors?"

She smiled. "Of course!" she glanced at her watch. "But class is almost over so next time." She ruffled his hair. "I can't wait to see your painting.

He smiled, an adorable grin. "Thank you Miss Johnson." Just then the bell rang.

"Class dismissed! Remember to put up your brushes." The students piled out of the classroom and into the hallway. She weaved her way through the children attempting to make her way to Mary Margaret's classroom. She smiled as she saw the room and breathed a sigh of relief. The day was almost over. She opened the door.

"I am so exhausted you wouldn't believe the-" She turned around and saw Mary Margaret leaning against her desk next to a man. They were both staring intently at the contents of a folder. He was around their age maybe a little older. He was tall with medium brown hair and green eyes he was wearing a dark outfit with a scarf and holding a glass coffee cup in his hand. "I'm sorry am I interrupting something?"

They looked up from the book. Mary Margaret grinned at her but the man's reaction was completely unpredictable. When he saw her he gasped, his eyes wide and dropped the coffee cup on the floor shattering it and spilling all it's contents on the floor.

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