Chapter 7

Case files and queenly duties.

When Morgana and Rumple emerged into the police station the two cells were full and contained a screaming woman and a crying man. Morgana recognised both instantly. "Leroy" (Grumpy, the dwarf as Henry had explained) sat on a chair watching them.

"Found him in the mines, wondering aimlessly. And found her, down by the woods." He explained to Emma. Arthur was staring and then turned to Morgana as she appeared beside him.

"I have ever seen them like this, Morgana. Have you?" He asked, ow dressed similar clothes to Charming.

"No. Merlin?" She asked, stepping closer to the quickly ageing man. The figure looked up at her and cried even more. "Do you know who I am?" The older man shook his head.

"No, pretty one, I don't."

"Let me show you." Morgana smiled and cupped his cheeks trough the bars, placing a quick but tender kiss on his lips. Like with Arthur a gold light flushed between them and Merlin gasped, his whitening hair quickly turning back to black. His ace becoming youthful once more.

"Morgana?" He asked and Morgana nodded. Emma quickly opened the cell door and Merlin wrapped Morgana in his arms, holding her close. Rumple smiled, glad his brother in law was back. "Rumple?"

"Hello, Merlin. Welcome back and welcome to Storybrooke." Rumple said, giving Merlin a "man hug" as Arthur stepped forward to the screaming woman.

"Guinevere." He said and the woman turned to him.

"Who's Guinevere?" She asked shakily and it reminded Rumple of the time Hook had shot Belle and she had forgotten who she truly was.

"You are my Guinevere." Arthur said and kissed the woman before she could protest. Light swirled around them and the woman's hair shone golden and her skin flushed with life, just as Merlin had with Morgana,

"Arthur?" Guinevere whispered when Arthur pulled out of the kiss. Arthur sighed and Emma unlocked that cell too and the Guinevere rushed into Arthur's arms and then to hug Merlin and Morgana.

"Oh thank god. You two are safe... Where is Ravenna?" She asked her voice like silver and had the accent of an English woman like Morgana. Merlin was Scottish, like Rumple.

Ravenna. The name pained Morgana and she dropped to her knees. Rumple and Merlin both holding her tightly.

"Sweetheart, I'd tell them." Rumple said quietly in her ear. She nodded and too is deep breath.

"My mother, Elsa, the frozen queen has taken her. I don't know where she is. The whole of Storybrooke is looking for her." Morgana said quietly and Merlin swore in Gaelic. Guinevere's hand flew to her mouth in shock and concern.

"We will find her though Merlin, I promise." Charming said from beside Emma.

"I'm sure we will, Your Majesty. Or she will find us. She is good at that." Merlin agreed.

"Roland misses her." Morgana said again and Merlin smiled.

"Robin is here?"

"Yes, and all the merry men too." Rumple added in a light tone.

"We should get you two changed or else you'll stick out like a sore thumb, " Emma added. "But first a case file." She walked over to the dry wipe board and before she had picked up a pen, Rumple had magically imposed the paternal side of Henry's family tree onto the board. Emma smiled. "Than you, Mr Gold."

"It seemed easier than us reciting to you." He said simply which Emma and Morgana both agreed was true. Once most of the file had been drawn up Emma took a photograph of it for safe keeping, wary of Elsa and the possible hold she might have over some of the Storybrooke inhabitants. Rumple magically cleared the board and Morgana doubled checked no magic could reveal the evidence which had been on the board. When she was certain none could be seen, the group left.

"I should like to make a speech to the inhabitants of Storybrooke. It is my queenly duty and right." Guinevere said in a tone which suggested this was not a request. Emma looked to her mother Snow(Mary Margaret), who nodded.

"It's only fair. Only I can reassure them so far. queen Guinevere is right, it is her queenly duty." Mary Margaret agreed.

"Thank you Princess Snow White." Guinevere emphasised the Princess bit and Charming went for her. But Mary Margaret placed a hand on his arm and shook her head, because Guinevere was right, she was only a princess. Charming did not retaliate but scowled at the back of Guinevere's head for the rest of the walk to the clothes shop and to Granny's diner where they knew the rest of Storybrooke would be waiting for them.