WARRING WITH MAGIC

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

AU version of the Season 2 "The Queen Is Dead" where Emma's poisoned by Hook instead of Rumplestiltskin and has a different idea of why Emma resisted all things magical for so long instead of just disbelief and is a crossover with the Vampire Diaries Season 4 in between the episodes "Stand By Me" and "Bring It On". For the sake of convenience, the narration will be using their Storybrooke names and there's no Sire-bond. Cora is going to be the main bad in this fic rather than Regina. Vampire Diaries belongs to L.J. Smith and the CW. Once Upon A Time belongs to ABC Studios and whoever else is affiliated with the show.

Emma screamed in pain as David and Mary Margaret hurried her into Mr. Gold's house, the owner of the house-at their heels. They had wanted to take her to their home or her own, but Mr. Gold's was quicker.

"Lay her down on the bed-quickly," Mr. Gold told them and they did so.

"She's burning up. Is this normal?" David asked, smoothing back her hair and making shushing noises as his daughter continued to scream.

"It's a toxin from Neverland and causes excruciating pain. I've never known it to cause a fever before though," Mr. Gold answered as the door opened and the trio turned to see Regina Mills and Henry.

"We came as soon as we heard. I can't believe that my mother was so desperate," Regina told them.

"How's my mom?" Henry asked anxiously.

"I'm not gonna lie. It doesn't look good," David replied.

"Charming, I can't lose her," Mary Margaret stated fearfully.

"I realize that this may not be the best solution, but I do know a spell that can make her a tad bit more comfortable…I think," Regina said. Maybe it wasn't the most desirable course of action, but it was something.

"No! No more magic! Magic did this to me!" Emma screamed. Too much! Too much! she thought to herself. She had been infected by too much magic and it was taking its toll on her. She needed help. She knew that. Phone. She needed her phone. She started to reach into her jeans' pocket where she kept her phone and started to pull it out.

"Emma stop. If you need your phone, let us get it," Mary Margaret said.

"I can get it myself," Emma objected.

"I wouldn't, Dearie. The more you move around, the faster the poison spreads," Mr. Gold cautioned.

"Screw that. I just need to get my damn phone," Emma snapped. Really? They were going to try to tell her what to do when magic had done this to her? Seeing that their words were useless, the group fell silent and just let the woman get her phone and then watched as she dialed a number.

"Who's she calling?" David whispered.

"I have no idea," Mary Margaret answered and they refocused their attention on their daughter.

"Pet down. Storybrooke, Maine," she said with difficulty and then hung up.

"Pet? Did you just call yourself a pet?" Regina asked in disbelief. And how did she get the call to go out? It's not possible, she thought.

"Why would you do that?" Henry added.

"Is she delirious?" David wondered and Mr. Gold shrugged. He had never heard of the poison making anyone delirious before. In an old boarding house in Mystic Falls, Virginia, a seventeen-year old boy was hurriedly packing. Presently, the other person who lived in the house-a man who appeared to be in his early twenties-walked in.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he wondered.

"A place called Storybrooke, Maine," the younger boy responded.

"Sounds boring. Why are you going there?" the older one asked.

"Because a pet of mine is in trouble," he responded.

"A pet? You? Saint Stefan claimed a human for a pet?" the older of the two asked in genuine shock. Stefan blew out an unneeded breath.

"It's not what you think, Damon. It was during the early nineties, a girl was being hassled by the vampire community so I marked her to save her life," he answered.

"That includes feeding. How'd you manage to stop?" Damon wondered.

"Lexi helped," Stefan replied. "Look, do you mind handling things by yourself? I know things have been hard with Elena turning her emotions off after Jeremy's death and-" he continued.

"Go. It'll be fine. I know you wouldn't be leaving unless it was critical," Damon interrupted.

"Oh and Bonnie-" Stefan began.

"Has been acting funky since we left the island. I know. I'll keep an eye out on that too. the last thing we need is the little witch going on some suicide mission to bring back her dead lover," Damon interjected.

"Damon," Stefan said reproachfully.

"Oh don't look at me like that. You know you're thinking the same thing," the older vampire retorted. "I get it. She loves him, she can't live without him, and bringing him back may be the one thing that convinces Elena to turn it back on. But there's no way I'm going to let her get into that kind of magic," he continued.

"Careful, Damon. It sounds like you actually care about her."

"Only in a platonic way. Besides, the last thing I need is Sheila Bennett witchy migranining me from the Great Beyond because I let her granddaughter do something incredibly stupid and dangerous." Stefan laughed.

"She probably would too." After he was done, Stefan zipped up the suitcase, went to the garage, got into his car, put the key in the ignition, and then headed out. He had to get to Emma. She wouldn't call him unless something was very wrong. And to top it all off, she had used the code words that he had taught her. So that meant it was even more critical that he reached her. Hold on, Emma. I'm coming, he thought to himself. He wasn't going to let her get hurt. With that, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. Then, "Yes. My name is Stefan Salvatore and I'd like to book the earliest flight to Maine as possible." He became quiet as he listened to the person on the other line. "A few hours. That long?" he asked, his stomach tightening. Emma didn't have a few hours. He needed to get to her now. Well, there was only one thing to do then: he needed Bonnie's help to get there. With that, he grabbed his things, packed them into his car, put his keys into the ignition, started the car, and then headed for Bonnie's house. When he finally got to the house, he parked the car and then walked up to her front door. He was just about to knock when the door opened to reveal the girl.

"What is it? What's wrong?"

"I have a really huge favor to ask you and you have to believe me when I say I wouldn't be making this request if time wasn't of the essence." At these words, the young witch looked at the vampire and her eyes clouded in concern. She didn't need any special abilities to know that he was agitated. And he wasn't one to just turn to her for a spell for a quick fix to his problems.

"What's going on?"

"A woman I know-from a while back-she needs my help. Too much magic-it can be dangerous to her. She called me. She's in pain. Bonnie, I can't let her down."

"What do I need to do?"

"I need you to cast a spell that will transport me to a place called Storybrooke Maine." Bonnie's jaw dropped. Was he serious? That wasn't possible! And even if it was, she didn't know how to do it!

"Stefan, I don't-"

"I know you're not used to that kind of magic, but I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, I promise." Bonnie nodded. Stefan was right. He wouldn't ask her to do something like this unless he didn't see any other way.

"Okay. I'll help you. Come on in." She opened the door and he stepped inside even as he took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

"Stefan, I thought you had left," his brother stated.

"Had to change travel plans. Bonnie's coming with me," he reported and then hung up without giving the older vampire a chance to reply. Then, he dialed a new number.

"Yeah?" he heard a pained voice ask.

"Pet, I'm going to need you to trust me," he said. Pet? Bonnie wondered. Why would he address someone like that?

"What do I have to do?" she questioned.

"I know you're in pain, but I need you to say a spell with me. We'll do it as quickly as possible," Stefan told her.

"Of course," Emma agreed.

"You mind cluing me in?" Bonnie queried.

"Emily's grimoire, halfway through, please make sure the spell covers the suitcase that's in my car trunk," Stefan requested. Bonnie did as Stefan asked and flipped to through the pages until she found something.

"Spatial Travel," she read.

"Yeah, that's it," he confirmed. Then, "Wherever you are Pet, I'm going to need blood." In Mr. Gold's house, having heard the request over the speaker phone, Mr. Gold walked over to a shelf, got a knife, and then brought it to Emma who had carefully sat up.

"Emma, are you sure you want to do this? We don't even know who this boy is," Mary Margaret reminded.

"And how is the phone connecting with the outside world? My magic blocked it out," Regina commented in confusion.

"The bond between Master and Pet supersedes all magic and will override any spell cast to connect them if it's needed," the boy replied.

"How do you know this?" Mary Margaret queried.

"I'm a vampire. Incidentally, I'm going to need an invitation from the owner of the house where Emma is," came the response.

"Whatever," Mr. Gold responded in a dismissive tone. There was no such thing as vampires. Stefan huffed, but decided to press forward. Time was of the essence and he couldn't spend the time arguing.

"Pet, I'm going to need you to pour some of your blood in a cup and then repeat after me." The cup was provided and Emma did as she was told. Then Bonnie started reading the spell quickly as did Stefan and Emma also started speaking, focusing on the words instead of the pain. As this went on, Bonnie went to stand by Stefan who grabbed her hand. As soon as the last words of the spell were spoken, Bonnie, Stefan, and the suitcase in Stefan's car disappeared and they all materialized in the middle of a town square.

"Sorry. I guess I didn't do it right," Bonnie apologized.

"She's close by," Stefan responded as he picked up his suitcase and started walking, Bonnie at his heels. What is he talking about? she wondered. She didn't understand any of this. She hadn't even realized that she could do this type of magic. Almost as if he knew what she was thinking, he glanced at her.

"You okay? I know that was a different type of magic and it may have taken a toll on you and normally I would've given you more information but-"

"No, it's okay. I got the sense that this was important."

"It is." As they talked, they continued down the road.

"Hey. Who are you guys? You just appeared out of nowhere," a man said.

"Emma Swann, where is she?" Stefan demanded, grabbing him.

"She's in Mr. Gold's house, down the road," the man answered, pointing. Stefan released him and the vampire and the witch continued on their way. Suddenly, Stefan sped up; making sure that Bonnie could match his stride.

"She's in pain. We gotta hurry," he told her and she followed him. As they got closer to one of the houses, Bonnie became aware of screaming. Stefan sped up even more and Bonnie found herself having to struggle to keep up. However, they were soon at the house and Bonnie walked right in, though Stefan found himself trapped by an invisible barrier. "The owner of the house has to invite me in," he told them. Emma screamed.

"I don't understand. The spell I've been doing should've at least made her more comfortable," Regina said in confusion. Hearing this, Stefan frantically tried to get in, but was stopped. No! I need to get in there! he thought. If Emma had been constantly exposed to magic, she was most likely in the most excruciating amount of pain she had ever felt.

"You need to invite me in-now," he growled frantically.

"Why are you dawdling? Get in here," Regina snapped.

"Oh, for the love of-it has to be Rumplestiltskin!" Emma shouted, the sentence ending in a scream.

"Fine, fine, come in," Mr. Gold responded dismissively. Instantly, Stefan stepped through the door and in a flash, he was at her side and positioning her so that they were eye-level.

"What are you doing?" David asked in shock as Stefan bit into his wrist, drawing blood as his flesh tore.

"Saving her life," Stefan snapped. Then he bit into his wrist again tearing the skin even more and to the surprise of almost everyone in the room, Emma took the offered wrist and started drinking from it.

"What the hell is going on?" David demanded after a while.