Heyza! Keep in mind at this moment I HAVE NOT seen season 3. Judge me as you will, but I don't have Netflix yet. I haven't seen it. Too bad. But, I'm basing Cheshire off mid season 2. The main character's past is before the curse and before Peter Pan is defeated. Keep in mind I haven't seen season 3 so I may not get everything right. Comment my mistakes please. Thanks for reading!

~M&M


Georgia had to ball up her fists to contain her anger. How does Dad expect me to do all this work? she thought. Her sister and her father were outside playing. 15-year-old Georgia was there to tend to the house. They didn't have much though. Considering that they lived in poverty. But, she still had to spend her days in the house, refusing to join her family in a game of tag. Georgia's mother died 5 years ago. Since then, the family was stuck in hardships. Georgia stood and crossed the room to the dusty window. Outside, you could see Jefferson and her sister, Paige. She tried to hide her sadness as they entered. Jefferson saw her and smiled. "Hello, dear." She gave a weak smile and allowed them to pass by.

"I've wondered why you couldn't join us. What's wrong?" He asked her. Georgia bit her lip and shrugged. But she knew the answer why. Instead, the girl dusted off her dress and sighed. Jefferson came up behind her and rested his cold hands on her neck.

Immediately, Georgia shot up. He laughed, and she couldn't help but let off a tiny chuckle.

"See? There's my girl. How about you and I go to the market for a few things. I may even slip you something." Georgia smiled at that and decided to make the best of it.

The pair walked down the cobblestone path, keeping fair distance. But, they shared smiles. As Georgia walked, she neared a pale looking man in a heart-patterned coat. He had a formal hat, black slacks, and an elegant look. Georgia moved so he could pass.

"Excuse me." She remarked, moving along when he left. Her father sent her a concerned look.

"What, dear?" She gestured to the man.

"I was just saying excuse me to the man there. No worries." Jefferson turned around and cocked his head. Georgia kept walking.

It was about midway back home when Jefferson had to stop Georgia. He stood in front of her, blocking the path.

"Georgia, are you sure you saw that man?"

His daughter gave him a crazy look, unsure of why he was bringing up such a petty subject.

"Yes. Why are you asking?" Jefferson's face grew ghastly white, and time seemed to slow.

"There was no man there."

Georgia nearly shook her head, laughing.

"Yes, there was. He had a coat with red hearts on it and a rich looking outfit. Also, he had pierced ears and white skin." Jefferson stared at Georgia absolutely speechlessly.

"No. There wasn't a man there, Georgia." His daughter furrowed her eyebrow. She was becoming annoyed of his foolish games.

"Look, I know for Paige it's fun to play. But, I'm not Paige. I don't like to be called a fool. I know what I saw, Father. I'm not mad." He swallowed hard.


Emma Swan wasn't very good at cooking breakfast. Snow White was though. She was a very good cook, obviously. So, the mother was teaching Emma how to make a healthy breakfast. Each time, Emma failed. She either added to little or too much—never just right. Henry was laughing at Emma's confusion. He was flipping through his storybook. It was a Saturday morning—pretty casual. Just as Henry flipped to the first page of the Mad Hatter's story, he froze.

"Emma?"

The mom was glad to be away from any cooking. That wasn't her specialty. So, Emma Swan replied, "What, Henry?"

"Can you come here?" Henry whispered, in shock of what lied with him.

She nodded to Snow and joined her son. When her eyes traveled to the book, she froze too.

"What's that?" She asked. Henry felt along the edges and picked it up. It was a playing card, slipped between the book crevices.

"The 9 of hearts." He turned it over in his fingers. Still, it was merely a simple playing card.

"How did this get here?" Henry asked. Emma couldn't answer. She just waved Snow White over. She rushed over, holding a spatula in her right hand.

"What's wr-"

"Henry found this,"—Emma picked up the card, waving it—"in the book. He doesn't know how it got here. But, it was found in the Mad Hatter section." Emma explained.

"You don't think Jefferson put it there, do you?" Henry offered. His mother sighed, unsure of what to think.

"He hasn't bothered anyone since he got Grace back. I doubt he'd want to mess with us. Did anyone even get your book?" Henry shook his head.

"Wait, look." The boy pointed to a work scribbled on the backside. It was "we're."

"What does that mean?" Snow asked. They just stared at it without any thoughts. Just then, Emma's phone rang. Being the sheriff, she was responsible for handling the emergencies in Storybrooke. She answered quickly.

"Hello?"

"Emma, we need you down about a block east of Granny's. Hurry. There's something you need to see." Charming said, sounding panicked.

"What is it?" Emma asked.

"Murder." That was all he had to say. Emma was out the door and moving to her car.

Ashley Boyd was dead. It was a tragedy in Storybrooke. Her body was lying in a puddle of blood. A fork was stabbed in the side of her neck. It was jammed too. Regina, the town mayor, stood with her arms crossed. She stared down at Ashley's body in confusion. There was no suspects of the murderer. There was also no evidence but one thing. One thing that Emma was afraid of seeing. The sheriff picked it up and stared diligently. In her fingers, which was lying in Ashley's cold hand, was a playing card. The 9 of hearts. But, this time "all" was written on it.

"Oh no." Emma mumbled, tracing the sides of the card.

"Any ideas, Sheriff?" Regina solemnly said.

"Maybe. We found the exact same card in Henry's book today. The killer must have something to so with the card in his book."

"It must be Jefferson. He's the only one from Wonderland here." Emma paced a bit. It didn't add up. Jefferson had no reason to kill Ashley. Did he?