Title:Hell Hath No Fury
Rating:M
Authoress:superhackaninja5
Summary:see chapter one
Warnings:see chapter one
Disclaimer:I don't own of course. BUT PAN FINALLY SHOWED UP AGAIN IN OUAT 5B. I really hope he's in more episodes.
Okay I know this took forever and I really feel like this chapter needed another scene but I couldn't think of one so I gave up.
Emma awoke to find herself tied up and lying on the floor. Her vision was blurred from being knocked out, but she could see that she was alone in the house. Hook was gone;he'd had Zelena render her unconscious, then he'd left her behind.
That knowledge made her stomach clench. She must have really hurt him, because the Killian who loved her would never do such a thing. He would never have left her. She'd really screwed up.
She sank into a miserable stupor, not bothering to see if the squid ink had worn off or even trying to free herself from her restraints. She became so subdued that she almost dind't hear the chorus of voices calling her name-not until their owners burst into the room.t
"Emma!"her mother, Mary Margaret exclaimed in alarm when her eyes found Emma on the carpet, wrists bound and a bleak look on her pale face.
She rushed over to her daughter and began to work on untying her as a second woman came in close behind her. "What happened?"Regina asked without preamble, brows furrowing as she entered the sitting room and her gaze met Emma's.
The former Saviour wasn't immediately forthcoming with a response as she slowly got to her feet after her mother had finally finished removing the rope that had held hands together. She'd realy hoped to be able to put this off for as long as possible:she didn't want to admit the horrible mistake she had made. At this point, though, it looked as if she really didn't have a choice.
With a resigned sigh, Emma dropped herself onto one of the couches, rubbing her wrists tensely. "It was Zelena,"she admitted reluctantly after a long pause, "Zelena...and Hook,"
Mary Margaret let out a gasp while Regina simply raised an eyebrow. "Hook teamed up with my sister?"the Queen quipped dubiously, forehead creasing in a frown, "Why would he do that?And how did he stop you from killing her?"
"He gave her her magic back,"Emma revealed grimly, "And had her take away mine,"
"But why?"Mary Margaret pressed, real concern etched into her expression. She couldn't believe what she was hearing-she couldn't believe that Hook would do those things without a good reason.
It was clear that Emma really didn't want to tell them what had happened to make Hook betray her-but she did. "Because I lied to him about turning him into a Dark One,"she stated carefully, keeping her face forcefully blank.
There was a stunned silence as her mother and Regina digested that proclamation. Mary Margaret's eyes widened even further and Regina began to look at her as if she had gone mad.
"You turned Hook into a Dark One?"the Queen queried tightly, glaring at her with ill-concealed anger. Obviously whatever she'd been expecting Emma to say, it hadn't been that-and she definitely wasn't happy.
Emma took a deep breath. She'd known that that was coming:Regina had never been one to pull any punches. "It was the only way to save him."she stated flatly, keeping her gaze fixed straight ahead as her mother handed her a glass of water.
She heard Regina let out an exasperated sigh. "And you didn't think of the consequences to everyone else?"
"I couldn't just let him die,"Emma side-eyed her defensively, "You can understand that,"
"Well, yes,"Regina conceded grudgingly, "But," She inhaled sharply, shaking her head and closing her eyes, "Now we have a bigger problem. We don't know where your pirate is or what he's doing, which means we have no way of preparing ourselves for whatever it is he's planning,"
Emma heaved another sigh. "I know,"she said regretfully, "I didn't think that any of this would happen. I was trying to get rid of the darkness for good-but I couldn't do it in time. Hook found out the truth and he left before I had a chance to explain,"
"And how did he find out the truth, Emma?"REgina demanded, "If you hadn't been trying to kill Zelena, Hook never would have tried to stop you and my sister would have gotten her hands on the dreamcatcher with his lost memories,"
"You can't honestly tell me that, after all Zelena's done to you, you wouldn't be happier if she were gone,"Emma shot back, "I was doing you a favour,"
"Come on,"Mary Margaret interrupted in a tone that made it evident she wasn't buying what her daughter was trying to sell. "That was premeditated murder, Emma. There had to be another way. You should have come to us,"
"And risk losing someone else?"Emma said, "I'd already almost lost Hook. I didn't want to put anyone else at risk,"
"Well, now we're all at risk,"Regina pointed out, "So now we have to clean up this mess,"
"No, we don't,"Mary Margaret cut in again with an unsettling return to her usual annoyingly hopeful tone. She leaned forward in her armchair, appealing to Emma, "Give us back out memories. Your dreamcatchers, Regina can access them, can't she?We can piece together Hook's plan and stop him,"
Emma's answer was interrupted by the arrival of her father, who delivered grim news that effectively put an end to that plan. "Actually, we can't,"he stated, "I looked everywhere for the dreamcatchers. They're nowhere to be found,"
Emma swallowed hard, looking down at the floor"Hook must have stolen them,"she said in a small voice, "I don't have a clue where they are,"
Regina exhaled heavily, throwing up her hands. "Great. So how the hell are we supposed to figure out what Captain Dark One is up to?"she declared, clearly incensed.
The female Dark One shook her head. She was at a complete loss. "I don't know,"was all she could say, feeling an emotion she hadn't felt in a long time:helplessness.
There was another brief moment of strained silence while her mother and Regina appeared to consider what to do next.
"Well,"Mary Margaret broke the silence after taking a deep breath, "We're going to have to tell everyone else,"
Emma's head snapped toward her. "No-"she started to object vehemently, but her mother helf up a hand to forestall her, "This isn't a suggestion, Emma. We have to go to the others so that they can help us figure out what Hook has planned-and so that they can prepare themselves,"
Her daughter pressed her lips together. She couldn't deny that Mary Margaret had a point. She couldn't leave the other residents of the town defenseless simply because she didn't want them to know what she'd done.
"Fine,"she surrendered, clenching her hands in her lap to stop them from shaking. She didn't want her mother to see just how much this was tearing her up inside.
Mary Margaret gave a forceful nod. "Okay then, she said, pretending not to notice how unwillingly her daughter had agreed to her declaration. She rose from her seat, "Let's go talk to Gold-the sooner the better,"
The female Dark One took a moment to compose herself before she mimicked her mother, rising to her feet with her chin raised. She and Regina followed the princess out of the mansion's front door to go and find the rest of their family.
When they walked into Gold's shop, they found its owner lying on the floor, hand pressed over a bloody tear in the front of his shirt. Belle was kneeling beside him, gripping his other hand with her lips compressed into a thin line.
The three women stopped in their tracks. "Let me guess,"Regina spoke first, putting her hands on her hips, "Hook attacked you?"
Rumplestiltskin inhaled sharply, closing his eyes as he worked himself into a more dignified position, leaning heavily against the front of his desk. "So you know, then?"he shot back in a strained voice:he was obviously still in a lot of pain.
Regina inclined her head in an affirmative. "Emma just told us,"she stated, shooting a slightly reproachful look at the female Dark One before turning back to her former mentor, "Did he come after you for his revenge?"
"That would have made sense. After all, as a man, Hook spent centuries trying to kill me:it wouldn't have been have surprising for revenge to be on his mind again now that's he's become a Dark One,"the shop owner mused honestly. Then, a frown wrinkled his already lined forehead as he added, "But strangely, that wasn't what he came here for. Even though he attacked me, he made it quite clear that my life wasn't what he was after,"
Regina arched one of her thin black eyebrows. "So what did he attack you for, then?"she queried in a bewildered tone.
Everyone's attention was on Gold as he moved his hand away from the rip in his shirt to show the wound that Hook had given him. "He wanted my blood,"the former Dark One supplied flatly, grimacing at the sight of his unhealed injury.
Emma's expression darkened in consternation. "What would he want with your blood?"she queried suspiciously, folding her arms across her chest.
Gold took a deep, slightly shaky breath, appearing to consider the question.
"I don't know,"he admitted after a long pause, shifting uncomfortably, "But there might be some clues in some of the books I keep in my office," He jerked his thumb in the direction of the curtains behind his desk, "Start with the Dark One chronicles. That might provide some answers."
"But,"Belle interjected before they could get to the office, "Could one of you help him please?"
Emma spread her arms so that they could see the leather cuff on her arm. "If one of you could just take this off, I could just stop Hook now and we wouldn't have to go through any of this,"she pointed out reasonably, gesturing at the group. She couldn't understand why no one else could see that she was the only one who could put an end to this before it got any worse :all she needed was her magic back.
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. "I don't think so,"Gold held up a hand to forestall everyone, shaking his head, "Regina can heal my injury and you, Miss Swan, you're a fool if you think I'm going to trust you with magic again after everything you've done. Now I suggest you get started going through those books if you want to have a chance of discovering what Hook is planning,"
Offended and hurt, Emma blew out a lot of air and, with a quiet scoff, headed for the store's back room as Regina hastened to grant Belle's request. Mary Margaret followed close at her daughter's heels and the two of them went straight to the bookshelves in the far corner and started scanning for the Dark One chronicles.
It didn't take long to find them as they turned out to be quite distinctive-looking tomes. There were quite a few volumes, so both Mary Margaret and Emma took a few from the shelf, as well as Regina, Gold, David, and Belle when they entered not long after, and began to go through the pages in a frantic search for anything that could tell them what Hook was planning to do next.
They pored over the ancient books for what seemed like hours-but Emma was having trouble concentrating. She hadn't expected Gold to consent to help her get her magic back;but the fact that he hadn't still stung. This was, after all, her mess and all she wanted was to clean it up without putting anyone else in danger;but without her magic, she wasn't a match for Hook, so there was nothing she could do except hope that these books would provide an alternative.
Her hopes were dashed, though, when it started to get dark and they still hadn't found anything. Regina threw the book she was currently reading down onto the table she was sitting at in a fit of exasperation. "There's nothing here,"she declared despondently, throwing up her hands in a gesture of surrender. "All any of these will say is that when a Dark One is being controlled, they only want what their master does;but if they're acting autonomously, it doesn't get any clearer than saying their ultimate plan will be to ''snuff out the light'', whatever that means,"
At hearing that, Emma sighed. "Well, that's it, then:unless one of you decides to trust me enough to take this cuff off so I can stop Hook, we're all going to be done for,"she made one final appeal to her family and friends, pleading with them to see sense. She didn't want all of them to pay the price for her mistake.
But no one else seemed to see it that way. "No,"her mother was the one to deny her suggestion this time, shooting her a stern look. "We'll find some other way. We'll find out where Hook put your dreamcatchers and we'll get our memories back. We're doing this together, Emma-whether you like it or not,"she finished firmly, making it clear that Emma no longer had a say in the matter and there was nothing she could do to change that. She wasn't going to get her magic back, and she wasn't going to be allowed to do this on her own.
Hook's aquamarine orbs stared impassively out across the pond as the voice of one of the past Dark Ones filled his head.
"You've successfully retrieved exactly what you need in order to complete our plan:the blood of a man who's been to Hell and back,"Rumplestiltskin's specter declared with obvious relish, "Rumplestiltskin has done what few can claim:he died-and then, he returned. This pond holds a portal to the underworld itself,"
Hook felt a jolt of recognition go through him as he scanned the dark stretch of water more closely. "This is where the Fury tried to drag Robin Hood to Hell,"he realized with mild surprise, turning to the male apparition next to him with a raised eyebrow, "I thought the portal could only open when the moon reaches its zenith,"
His companion shook his head as if dealing with a slow child. "Yes-for a Fury,"he confirmed, "But it's always existed, dearie-you just have to know how to open it,"He gestured toward the curved piece of metal that took the place of the other man's right hand.
Taking the hint, Killian strode forward, closing the little remaining distance between him and the pond. Once he was at the very edge, he sank into a kneeling position and, with a deep breath, he plunged his blood-stained hook into the murky water.
A wave of blackness swept over the surface as he got back to his feet. As he returned to his previous position, clouds of mist crept in from the copse of trees on either side, blowing in and creating a thick cloud, from which came the appearance of a dilapidated obsidian boat.
There was a single small lantern dangling from the boat's prow and, with the help of its light, Killian was able to see that the boat carried a single passenger, clad from head to foot in a copper-coloured cloak. The cloak's hood was pulled low so it was impossible to tell if they were male or female.
Hook felt a shiver of anticipation run through him as the boat came to a stop at the center of the pond and the hooded passenger climbed out over the side, coming to stand on the surface of the water as if it were solid ground. "Bloody hell,"he whispered with what could only be described as awe;truthfully, he had been a bit dubious about whether or not this would actually work and he could hardly believe that it had.
He heard the specter of Rumplestiltskin let out a mirthless chuckle at his exclamation. "That's exactly where he came from,"the crocodile said with a sinister sort of amusement.
Hook didn't respond to that:instead, he simply watched as the figure began to make their way over to the shore in an easy, languid manner-one that he recognized all too well.
He sauntered back to the edge of the pond, heart rate increasing as the figure came closer, striding almost casually in his direction. The shadows surrounding the water deepened with every step the figure took, seeming to follow them like a shroud.
When they were mere inches apart, the hooded figure stepped deftly onto the riverbank and the new Dark One greeted them like an old friend:
"Welcome back to Storybrooke, mate."
The figure threw back their hood, so the moonlight threw their face into sharp relief. Hook's lips twisted into a dark smile at the familiar sight. Emma was truly going to hate him for this.
But then, this was all her fault. She'd infected him with the darkness and then stolen his memories. Unfortunately for her, though, he'd gotten them back-and now, everyone was going to pay for her mistake.