New York City... Present Day:
Morticia was at a loss for words. What would she tell them? The truth? The truth that after the way she was held hostage and tortured, her fear of enclosed spaces got so bad that she breifley went insane? That she, for her first four years of life had wanted nothing more than to attempt to sleep in a coffin. She was no vampire, but she thought it would be fun. And that now, even today she, even after death, had requested a coffin with space that was ten square feet across, twenty if she and Gomez decided to share one. Soley because a woman had been so cruel to her that she thought about nothing else for the next thirteen years? No. No, she could never do that.
"Me?" Morticia tried to sound stunned.
"Yes." A flabberghasted Gomez told her.
"Mother, why are you in the book?" Wednesday asked.
Morticia, known for rarely showing her emotions, looked just about ready to faint. Noticing how badly this was upsetting her, Gomez knew what he had to do. "Uh, children. Go and play down in the basemnt."
They obeyed and that was the last that was spoken about it for a while.
Nightfall came, and the children had been put to bed. Morticia changed into her nightgown and walked back downstairs for some tea, it was Lurch's day off. He rarely took this day off, seeing as he resided with the Addams and was essentialæy family. But his mother had died, and he needed to attend her funeral.
As she walked down the stairs, she found her husband, also in his nightclothes and he was reading the fairytale book. She became worried and tried to make herself practically invisable on her walk to the kitchen. However, she failed.
"Tish?" Gomez looked up and saw the distress in her eyes. "Tish, is something wrong?" He asked her.
"No, darling." Morticia hated lying to him. It was the most God awful, gut wrenching feeling. Someing her heart just couldn't bare to do. But she also couldn't bare to tell him the truth.
"Carita, we have never kept anything from eachother. My only wish is to ease your distress. Please talk to me." He was pracitcally begging.
Morticia hated to see her husband in this much pain. She sighed. "Very well, darling." Morticia took a seat on the couch next to him and he held her hand. "Do you remember, a short while after we were married, how I confided in you, how utterly afraid of enclosed spaces I was?" She asked. She figured it best to start with a basic question.
"Of course I do." Gomez remembered that day very well. It was on their huneymoon, and they were touring warships. One of the warships had a submarine and Morticia went in. She had started becoming increasingly lightheaded and had eventually blacked out. It was one of the scariest moments of Gomez's life.
"Well, there's a reason why."
"Because your older sister locked you in the closet, right?" Gomez asked.
"Partially, yes." Morticia admitted. "But it worsened a great deal after I turned five." She siighed. "You know I can converse with the dead, and why I typically head the family seonces. Unfortunatley, so did a very evil woman. Her name was Regina. Gomez, apart from the fact that I find them disgusting, there's another reason why I hate fairytales. And that's because I found out they're real."
Gomez was shocked. "What?"
"Regina was the Evil Queen. And she wanted me to raise an army of the dead, so she could torture Snow White. She held me hostage and threw me into a room with merely five square feet of space. And every day, she would beat me and I slowly, began to go insane. I would talk to myself and draw with sticks. One day, I agreed to raise her army. The spirits and I had made a plan to destroy her. Or at the very least, stall and let me escape. I conducted a seonce, they attacked her and a man named Mr. Gold, he made a deal with me. And I was home." She explained.
Gomez now had tears in his eyes. He took both of her hands. "Cara mia, I had no idea. Tish, that's awful." He suddendly filled with rage. "This woman deserves to rot in hell."
"Mon cher, I'm alright now."
"What was the deal you made?" He asked.
No. Morticia could never speak of the deal with Gomez. That would kill her husband. To know that if she ever set foot there, that at any moment, that man could do whatever one thing he wanted to her, his world would shatter. And she could never, ever let him carry that burden. "That's not important."
"Darling, what was the deal?" Gomez persisted.
"Just to give him something, of mine. I didn't have much with me, I was five." It wasn't a complete lie. He had wanted something she had... her word.
"So, it was nothing of major importance?"
There were many definitions of major importance. "No." Morticia said. Her eyes looked away breifly.
"Alright. But why did that book appear at our house?" He asked.
Truth be told, Morticia didn't know. "Well, I wished to go back home, maybe the book just followed me and took a while to catch up with me."
"Alright. Well, darling, I am so sorry that happened to you." He kissed her hand. Gomez was truly a wonderous husband. He'd do anything for Morticia, she was everything to him.
"Come now, darling, it wasn't your fault." Morticia tried to ease his mind. "Come to bed."
"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight." Gomez confessed.
"Then don't." Morticia kissed him. Gomez didn't think twice. He scooped her up and carried her all the way to their bedroom.
Storybrooke: Present Day...
The Evil Queen paced back and forth in Gold's shop. "I thought you said they'd come!" She yelled. She had been using her magic to watch the scene at the Addams home play out.
"They will." Gold said calmly.
"Oh, really?" The queen looked ready to kill someone. "Because if I remember correctly, you took the locks of hair and made that potion to transport the book. You told me that they'd come here for answers. But they don't gove a damn!" She screamed.
"Why do you need them?"
"You know perfectly well why I need Morticia. But if I want her, I have to have the family. It's a package deal. And speaking of deals, if you're going to go back on ours, I could always do the same. I know where that bookworm's hiding, Gold!"
"Don't threaten me." He said. He, unlike most everyone, was not afriad of his former student. "If you want this to go faster, you can always make another deal."
"No!" She threw a fireball. Gold ducked casually and it hit the wall. "I'll do this myself." And in a cloud of purple smoke, the Evil Queen was gone.
She appeared in her vault, and she began to plan.
New York City: Some Time Ago...
Ophelia, seventeen now, walked into her little sister's room. Morticia had clearly prohibited her from going in there but Ophelia was looking for her diary. She wondered why she was never allowed in her sister's room since twelve years earlier. She opened the door, and in the room, was a huge white map and pins were stuck in it around different areas in New York City. She knew her sister was strange, but not that strange. She walked out.
"Morticia!" She called. They had to leave. They're father had died and now they were broke. So they had to move to a small apartment and they're house was going to a family named the Robinson's who would make it look the way Ophelia had always wanted, but Ophelia would never get to live in it.
The family drove off, leaving the past behind.
They arrived at the apartment. And Morticia began to unpack her things. But all of the sudden, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a grotesque looking man. A man she recognized from a certain book she was forced to read years earlier. "Go away!" She yelled.
"Come, now, dearie! You haven't forgotten our deal, have you?"
"What do you want?" She asked. She was crying, she missed her father terribly.
"Nothing yet. Just to... dry your tears." He then used his hand to wipe up Morticia's tears, that had been falling lime raindrops.
"Why are you here?" She asked, shoving his hand away.
"Why, to remind you, dearie! And to let you know, that something will happen one day, and when it does, I'll need you. Just remember that." And then, he was gone.
New York City: Present Day...
Gomez was driving the family to pick up Lurch from the funeral he had attended the previous night. "Tish, have you noticed what I've noticed?" He asked.
"That our children are growing like toadstools. Then, indeed." Morticia smiled. She rarely smiled but when she did, it only added to her beauty. Neither of the parents could believe that Wednesday was already fourteen, Pugsley, twelve and Pubert, two years of age now. And now, Gomez and his wife were thirty eight.
They kept driving and suddendly, they came to an area they hadn't been in. It was a bit secluded but they figured they were going the right way. Just then, it started to rain. It was more like a terrential downpour. And normally, this wouldn't have been a problem, except that Gomez was now fighting to keep control over the wheel.
"Darling, I can't see a thing." Morticia said.
"Neither can I!" Gomez lost his grip and they were now spinning out of control.
They screamed. "Hold on to eachother, children!" Morticia yelled. Gomez then held his wife best he could, and they crashed into a tree. That was the last any of them saw.
Storybrooke: Some Time Ago...
Regina was fighting a long and hard battle with the spirits. She noticed Morticia was gone but Regina realized the serious situation she was in. She was attacked left and right, they were ripping at her clothes and completely destroying her office. "What do you want?" Regina screamed at them. They didn't respond.
She then grabbed the lit candle off of her coffe table and she held it outwards. The ghost were afriad and some were sucked into the candle flame. She used this tactic repeatedly until all of the ghosts were trapped withing the flame. And then, with a single breath, she blew out the candle.
"Never trust a child to do anything." Regina brushed herself off. She then walked to her closet and changd into some suitable attire.
Storybrooke: Present Day...
The family then woke up, remarkably with minor, minor injuries. That didn't stop their concern. The family climbed out of the car. "Is anyone hurt?" Morticia asked as she and her husband began to examine their children.
"No." They all said, dissapointed.
"No, children. This time, that's a good thing." Morticia told them.
"Where are we?" Gomez asked.
"I think I know." Morticia began to feel lightheaded again. This couldn't be happening! This isn't real, she told herself. But it was real, every part of it was.
"Where, mother?" Wednesday asked.
Morticia looked at her confused family. "A town called Storybrooke."