Jefferson led Udea down the hall, up a few stairs, some lefts and some rights later to a room. "Alright, so..why will I need new clothes?" she asked him. "Well, you stand out in your dress, so something less conspicuous would be more appropriate" he explained. God, he thought to himself, Grace understood these things better than her, he swore.

He opened the door to his room, and rummaged around his closet before throwing a shirt and a pair of pants at Udea, who barely caught them. "Change into those" he instructed. Udea looked at the clothes, then back to him. "Who are you and why are you doing this?" she asked him slowly, unsure of the question. "Well, dear, we've been over who I am" he said languidly stretched out on a chair. Udea stretched her head to the side. Jefferson rolled his eyes, "your Udea-" Udea cut him off.

"Did It hire you? Where am I and who are you?" she said, this time grabbing the pair of scissors on his dresser. Jefferson huffed and stood up coming closer to her, "Udea, I'm getting real tired of this game" he said unenthusiastically reaching for the scissors. "So am I" she snapped, flipping open the scissors and slashed at his hand, drawing a thin red line down the center of his palm.

Jefferson stopped his approach as Udea ran from the house, Jefferson watched her for a second before taking after her; he didn't know who she was really, or what she was doing, but he was tired; oh so tired, and if he was going to take his anger out on someone, it might as well be her.


Udea tore through the people on the crowded sidewalks, rushing her way past Ruby and into Granny's where she locked herself in a bathroom stall. She stripped out of her dress, thankful for the corset she was wearing underneath, and put on Jefferson's pants and then fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. She walked out of the stall more confident now, although still barefoot; but that didn't really matter to her.

She walked past Mary Margaret's chair and slipped her purse off of the chair. "Wh-Hey!" she protested, causing Emma to get up and follow Udea; who then took a jacket off of the coat rack and slipped it on. She slung the purse strap over her neck and arm to keep it secure and shoved her dress into Mary Margaret's purse just as Jefferson rounded the corner and Emma walked out the door.

Udea groaned, "great. This is perfect. Just great" she scowled as she took off running. Emma pulled out her gun but Jefferson slapped her hand. "Are you seriously going to shoot her?" he asked her, as if this was unbelievable; but more because he'd rather do it himself. "Your one to talk" she said snidely, he inclined his head as if to say 'fair enough'.

Emma aimed and took a shot, the bullet echoing through out the main square of Storybrooke. Udea turned a sharp corner and pushed into Mr. Gold's shop, slamming the door behind her. "Ah, excuse me Deary, but we're closed" Rumple told her. Udea's head turned slowly toward him. "What did you call me?" she asked him. "Is there a matter, Deary?" he said confused. "Y-you don't know me, do you?" she said slowly. He eyed her as he moved behind his counter, "should I?" he asked her, his voice getting darker.

"Who was the last person you loved, Rumplestiltskin?" she asked him. "That, Deary, is none of your concern" he said, eyes growing black. "Oh, indeed it is, what happened to the last person you loved down in the Enchanted Forest?" she demanded with such force, that Rumple took a step back.

Belle came out from Rumple's office.

Udea stopped and looked at her, a look that seems as though she's watching a sleeping dragon. "It was me" Belle said boldly, though shaking slightly. "He thought that I had died, but I lived" she stuttered. Udea put her head in her hands and murmured, "I've come back too far, damn witch!" she said shakily, before slamming her fist on the glass counter, shattering the top and grimacing at the small glass shards that stuck to the skin in the side of her hand. Emma came in, gun up. "Gold, step back" she commanded. Udea reached forward and grabbed Rumple's cane, and twirled it, before standing in a fighting position, cane pressed to the bottom of her forearm, the handle above Udea's fist. "Udea-" Jefferson started; Udea never let him finish.

She swung the cane around her to her other hand, knocking Emma's gun from her hand, before handing the cane back to her original hand and bashing Jefferson upside the head, spinning around with a flourish she smacked Emma's face, and slammed the end of the cane down on her back, and turning again to hit Jefferson, only to find Rumplestiltskin standing there, he caught the cane and pushed her back to where Jefferson was waiting. Jefferson trapped her arms to her sides and held her across the middle and across the shoulders.

He pressed his lips to the side of her head, to whisper in her ear. "Your going to explain just who the hell, and what the hell, you are" he told her, holding her tighter when she struggled again. Emma stood up, "ya, what he said" she coughed up. Udea scrunched up her face and jumped up, and recoiled her legs to kick them out directly in front of her, throwing Emma to a different side of the room. "That wasn't very nice, Deary" Gold scolded, "indeed" Jefferson said switching sides of her head.

"Now, answer our dear Jefferson's question" Gold said resting on his cane. "I am Udea, and I-" she said plucking a strand of her hair covertly, without notice. "Am Magic embodied" she shouted twisting the hair around her hands and making a hand sign, then disappeared from Jefferson's arms. She appeared on the counter behind Gold and pressed the hair to his throat, and it solidified into an iron thread. "Now, who are YOU, 'Jefferson" she sneered, Jefferson realized then; she didn't remember who he was, and felt cornered and trapped. "I'm Jefferson, I was banished in Wonderland until I could make it work" he said darkly, trying to calm her down. "Make what work?" she inquired, pressing the thread tighter to her father's neck.

"Th-The Hat, now put that DOWN" the Hatter said, his arms out in a plea. Udea's head snapped to the side as if something unnatural had moved it, she looked at him. "Hatter" she said, then passed out on the ground like before; this time Jefferson was prepared for her to fall into his arms, it felt almost...natural in a strange sense. Emma finally woke up to a sleeping Udea in Jefferson's arms. "About time you woke up, let's go" he told her, acting like he was bored. "W-where?" she asked, Jefferson motioned to the sleeping girl in his arms. "She just assaulted three people, to your office you idiot" he snarled.