Chapter Seven
"Does anyone know what's going on?" David asked as he watched his daughter get chased by someone who was trying to kill her with a battle axe-which had conveniently come from nowhere.
"If anyone would know, Charming it would be you," Regina snarked softly as she tried to avoid Robin's gaze.
"If what Emma said at the station has any merit, then that just might be the friend that she's been expecting. She didn't say anything about this 'Will' being homicidal though," Hook said as he watched Emma perform a rather complicated looking back handspring into a barrel roll.
"I'm wondering just what was with the karate that Ms. Swan used earlier was all-"
"IT IS NOT KARATE! IT IS KUNG-FU YOU DOLLOPHEAD!" the unknown woman, possibly Will, shouted as Emma restrained her, in a rather abrupt turn of events.
"Is there really that much of a difference?" Jefferson mumbled to Hook, who gave him a look and shrugged.
"YES THERE IS! LET ME GO SWAN BEFORE I BREAK OUT THE HOME MOVIES!"
CLANG!
"Where did the frying pan come from?" Robin asked Emma, who was brandishing the frying pan like it was a baseball bat.
"It's a habit to have on hand when it comes to Will. She's a little crazy, as you can see. And Gold, you'll have to wait until she wakes up to ask your questions about what happened. Not that I think you could persuade her to part with too many details..."
"You done with the pan yet Emma?"
"Are you gonna stop trying to kill the uninitiated for comparing and/or confusing karate and kung-fu?" Emma shot back at Will who just gave her a look before sighing and putting the machete away.
Which begs the question, where did the battle-axe go?