I honestly take back what I said in my last chapter. I recently watched season 3 and am almost done. Yet, I've already passed the Peter Pan part. So, this story takes place AFTER the destruction of Peter Pan and the return to Storybrooke. This takes place after Zeleana is destroyed I believe. I'll change it later if needed.
It was official. Georgia had schizophrenia. That was all because of Jefferson. She shoved him after Jefferson confessed everything. He told her about Wonderland and him being the Mad Hatter. He told it all. Georgia was nearly in tears. Her papa had kept secrets from her for so long. He lied to her and Paige. It was only Georgia though. She was the only crazy one. Paranoia and schizophrenia ran in Jefferson's family bloodline. Georgia had caught a large dose of it.
"I'm so sorry, baby girl." He began.
"SHUTUP!" Georgia screamed, shoving him again.
"You kept this—all of this—from us forever. You were waiting for me to go mad, weren't you?" She growled.
"No! I wanted you and Paige away from my problems! I didn't want you to be left with my mess later." Her Papa retorted.
"Well, what a fine plan that turned out to be. Now, I am left with your mess." The tears began to spill.
"I hate you." Georgia said and ran out of the house. She wasn't aware of her path or how long she was out there. She just never wanted to see Jefferson ever again. Georgia raced through the forest, scraping against many trees and sticks. But, she was happy to be away. Finally, she stopped when the night came. The realization hit her that she didn't know where she was. The girl was lost. There was nothing but bleakness, rocks, and trees. The cold air was drifting in, and she was hungry. Oh no, Georgia thought. I'll die. She gave one last look before falling to the ground in tears. I left Jefferson and Paige because of my anger. What the hell is wrong with me?!
"Oh, I'd say much, dearie." Came a chirpy, slick voice. Georgia lifted her head to a man with shiny skin and bonze hair. It was dirty and untamed. He was perched on a tree branch, watching Georgia intently. She rubbed away her tears.
"How long have you been here?" She asked in a hoarse voice.
"Oh, long enough. I know all about you, Georgia." She scrambled up.
"How do you know my name?"
"I just do. That's not the reason I'm here. I'm here for you." He pointed to her and made a peculiar laugh.
"Who are you?" She demanded.
"Rumplestiltskin at your service. I understand you're in a predicament, hmm?" She eyed him down and nodded.
"I need to be in the place I'm always meant to—with my papa." He smiled evilly and nodded.
"Yes. I know. I can help you, dearie. But, it'll come with a price." Her face lit up at the thought of returning to Jefferson.
"I'll pay it. What is it, Rumplestiltskin?" She asked eagerly. He left off of the branch and neared the girl.
"One day later—you'll know when—I want you to kill a number of people including a woman named Ashley Boyd. I want you to lay a playing card on them. That's all I'm asking for." She smiled. None of that seemed as a big matter. I'll just blame it on my paranoia, she thought. Georgia nodded, agreeing to his deal. He laughed again and clapped.
"Wonderful! See you soon, dearie." With the flick of his wrist, Rumplestiltskin sent the girl back to her home.
Emma Swan, Regina Mills, Henry, and Snow were all making rounds of the town, searching for information on the murder. There wasn't much of anything helpful. They decided to try Jefferson last—just in case they obtained more information. The group walked the door of Mr. Gold's Pawn Shop. Rumplestiltskin was behind the counter polishing a golden Arabian lamp.
"Emma, your highness, how can I assist you today?" He asked with no sincerity in his voice.
"Downtown of Granny's. Ashley Boyd was killed. You're the only one who had anything against her, Gold." He looked taken aback.
"Are you accusing me of killing Ms. Boyd?" Mr. Gold asked. Emma shook her head.
"No. We're seeing if you knew anything about the case. All we found on her was this." Emma Swan set the cards on the table. A sly smile slipped onto Rumplestiltskin.
"Yes. I know, Ms. Swan. I know much more than you probably want to hear." Regina and Emma exchanged quick glances.
"Who killed her?" Henry asked. Mr. Gold shot Regina a look.
"Wouldn't you know, mayor? A certain girl who is known for her illness." Regina's face became pale.
"I didn't send her here, Gold. I left her back in the Enchanted Forest." He merely laughed and slid the card back.
"Oh, you didn't have to. I made a deal with the girl long ago. She is always where she belongs. That's what she asked for. The mental hospital is where she belongs now." Regina shook her head, clearly not understanding.
"How could she have escaped? She must be locked up tight, right?" She asked. Gold nodded.
"Who is she?" Emma asked. Rumplestiltskin shot Emma a sly look.
"I would take a visit to Jefferson and Grace."
They stood outside of Jefferson's large mansion. Emma never wanted to enter that house again. Her first encounter with the man wasn't a pretty one. She gave Mary Margret a quick glance and rang the doorbell. It opened nearly immediately. Jefferson stood with a grim look and Paige/Grace at his side.
"Well, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked, showing no apparent emotion. Emma looked at Jefferson up and down. He just radiated mystery and darkness.
"Ashley Boyd was killed near Granny's." Jefferson's face fell and he sent Paige upstairs.
"What does that have to do with me?" He growled.
"Gold cursed your daughter to the place where she belongs. That was back before the curse. It's extremely likely that she killed Ashley." Jefferson cocked his eyebrow.
"Paige didn't do that." He replied. Regina took in a deep breath.
"It wasn't Paige, Jefferson."
He began to shake his head.
"No. Georgia is dead. She died back at the Enchanted Forest." He stuttered.
"She made a deal with Rumplestiltskin and ended up in Storybrooke. She's been locked up in the local mental hospital for the past 3 years." Henry replied.
"She left this with Ashley's body." Emma showed Jefferson the two playing cards. He shuffled behind a counter by the door and pulled out a 9 of hearts playing card.
"That explains what I found on my table this morning."
Written in red ink on the card was the words mad here.
"We're all mad here..." Snow whispered like she solved a mystery.
"We need to get to that hospital." Regina said, pulling Henry towards the car.
"Wait. I'm coming with you." Jefferson said sternly. Emma gave him a sympathetic look and shook her head.
"I don't think you're the greatest person for Georgia to see right now. According to records, she's been mentally trapped in Wonderland for as long as anyone can remember." Jefferson shot her a glare.
"I lost both of my daughters for such a long period of time. I still don't have them both. Emma, I am going to see Georgia." Emma had to stare at Jefferson to find the pure seriousness and passion in his words. Who am I to prevent him from seeing his kid? She asked herself.
"Don't even try releasing her. Okay?" He nodded and followed them all to the Storybrooke Mental Facility.