They had arrived at Regina's house and upon the Addams' dismay, it was white. But despite their dislike for Regina, they knew she had done them a huge favor in letting them stay with her, and for that they were geeatful. All of them then changed into their nightclothes and sat in the living room, Morticia and Gomez on the couch. The two had decided it best not to show signs of too much distress, as to not upset the family who had taken them in, which proved to be a difficult task, but no one noticed.
Robin decided to try and make them feel comfortable. "Would you like anything to drink?" He asked, kindly.
"Alright. Thank you." Gomez agreed.
Robin got up and quickly came back with five champaign glasses, sparkling grape juic and vodka. "Here you are." He sat down and pured the drinks, giving Henry sparkling grape juice and pouring it into the glass.
"Aww, come on!" Henry teased.
"Not for another few days."
"Robin!" Regina pretended to scold him.
"I'm kidding." Robin told her.
"Just out of curiosity, " Henry began, "How long have you guys been married?"
"Twenty years." Morticia and Gomez looked lovingly at eachother.
"Wow." Henry was shocked. "But you guys look so young."
"We're only thirty eight." Morticia said to him.
"So, you guys married when you were eighteen?" Henry asked. Regina and Robin gave him stern looks. "Sorry."
"We did." Morticia did not seem to mind the boy's questions at all. Anything to get her mind off of her day.
"It seems like only yesterday, did I propose to her." Gomez reminiced. "I met her at her first funeral. It was a beautiful night. The sky was dark and cloudy. My cousin, Balthazar had died..." Gomez smiled. "I was still a suspect. But then, I saw this enchanting woman. So beautiful, pale and mysterious... that, I swear to you, no one even looked at the corpse."
Mortica jumped in. "And I couldn't stop staring at him, all through the ulagy. His eyes, his mustache... his laugh." Morticia said that last part rather seductivly.
"She bewitched me... I proposed that very night." Gomez concluded.
"So, you only knew eachother a day before you married?" Henry was speechless.
"Indeed. But when it's love, it 's love." Morticia confirmed.
"Est-ce pas, mon cher?" Morticia asked, voice full of passion. At this point, things got a bit awkward for Regina and Robin.
"Oh, Tish..." Gomez moaned. "That French."
"Je connais, mon sauvage..." Morticia's husband then began to kiss her up her arm, and at this point the other couple thought it best if Henry went to bed.
"Okay, Henry... I think it's time for bed." Regina said.
"But, it's only ten o' clock-" Henry contradicted, not as phased by the situation as his mother and Robin.
"Bed, Henry." Regina said. Henry then bid the new guests goodnight, which they didn't seem to hear as niw they had moved on and were kissing eachother, directly on the lips. This made Henry slightly worry about having to take French some day. Regina then walked upstairs, leaving Robin alone with the couple. And with this, he was more than uncomfortable. Finally, they stopped after anither few minutes that felt like hours to poor Robin.
"We do wish we could have said goodnight to your son, he must have been busy." Gomez said.
"Yes, well..." Robin was at a loss for words. "I'm gonna go... to bed, now. Yep..." The traumatized man said and walked out of the room.
"Well, darling... it looks like it's just the two of us." Gomez sat even closer to his wife.
Morticia closed her eyes, breathing a sigh of relief. "Darling, I miss the children."
"I know." Gomez hated to see her so distressed, he wished her could carry her pain as well as his. "And Fester." Gomez smiled at the thought of his older brother.
"And Máma." Morticia had always looked up to her beloved mother. A tear ran down Morticia's porecelain cheek. "Did you know Wednesday hates me?"
"My dearest, I refuse to believe that our Wednesday could ever hate you, she's so much like you." Gomez said. "And your the most wonderful mother a child could ask for." He carresed her cheek, drying her tear.
"Well, I could tell by the look of pure scorn in her eyes that she's more angry with me than she's ever been." Morticia leaned her head against her husband's shoulder, who now had his arm around her.
"Tish, you must remember... Wednesday has a hard time dealing with raw emotion. Remember Joel?"
"Of course I do. It took her a year before she learned to accept her feelings for him." Morticia admitted. "But she's my daughter. And she's right."
"About what?" Gomez had not heard the words his eldest had said. He thought she was upset for the same reasons they all were.
"In saying that all of this is my fault." Morticia stated, not a hint of self-pity in her voice.
"Tish, " Gomez looked into her eyes and held her hands. "Listen to me, my darling. None of this is your fault."
"No. I could have just kept it to myself. This was never a burden you or the children should have had to carry."
"Carita mia, we're a family. This is not your problem, it's a problem. A problem, that will be solved with all of us, standing together as a family." Gomez told her.
"How did I get so lucky?" Morticia asked.
"I ask myself that question every day. I drove my own brither off to God know where, and yet I get to soend eternity with the most enchanting woman I'll ever feast my eyes upon, with a heart and soul to match." Gomez said.
Morticia was about to cry again, but something stopped her, a feeling, screaming at her that she could not condemn to silence... stopped her. "Darling, we can't do this."
"Do what, cara mia?" Gomez asked.
"We can't just sit here, and cry over recent events. I am nit saying to stop missing the children. But ever since we got here, this family has not been the same. We used to be so, daring and supportive of one another, not caring about what the rest of the world thinks about us. The Addams' will never let this town suck the Addams out of us. We have to constantly remain in contact with the rest of the family, but we have to get our old selves back first."
"Darling, you're absolutely right." Gomez admitted. "Tommorrow, we become part of their team to stop that evil queen. Because we are going to wake up as our old selves." Gomez said. And he took her right upstairs.
New York City: Some Time Ago...
A sixteen year old Morticia layed a black rose in her deceased grandmother's coffin. She was never as close with her grandmother as Ophelia, and Ophelia only cared abou the inheritance money. But she watched her mother cry silently. Terrible events had seemed to happen to her since the death of her father. Her sister had gone to the hospital and she could see that evil, ugly man sitting on her bed, but no one else saw. Her mother had lost her job, she saw him when they came to pick up the final paycheck. Her lovely pet vultures, Hubert and Henry had died, she saw him. Morticia came down with the measles and almost died, she sww him. He would come to her and tell her she would not die, for he still needed her. She hated it but felt too sick to move. He'd stroke her hair and sing, which made her very uncomfortable. And now this. She wondered if this was all in her mind. If she really was insane.
Just then, Morticia saw a letter in a black envelope, with her name in it, engraved in gold. It was blowing in the cold, November wind. And against her better judgement, she followed it to where a large oak tree was in the middle of the cemetary. She caught it opened it. "You'll never get me out of your head, dearie. For all you know, I could have asked for your soul. For all you know, I could have taken it. -sighned, Rumplestilskin." The note read. And then her hand began to shake uncontrolably. Out of fear or rage or worry... or insanity. Morticia had never felt anything like it. "What do you want?" She screamed, or at least she thought she was screaming. But no one seemed to hear her. A knife appeared in her hand. But she knew it was a trick, she knew she wouldn't die because Rumple was inside her head for good... or was he. She then cut her wrist with the knife, and screamed out in agony and terror.
She immidiatley saw Rumplestiliskin. He ran to her, concerned, thinking she wa going to die. The girl was kneeling by the tree, bleeding and shaking. He looked into her eyes and pulled her hair back, and quickly majiced away the cut. "Now why would you do a stupid thing like that?" He asked her.
"Because you wanted me to." Morticia said, through gritted teeth.
"No..." Rumple rolled his eyes.. "I didn't." He said. "Soon you'll see, you belong to me." He said in a sing-song voice.
"Go away!" Morticia shouted and woke up in her room, to find her mither putting a warm cloth on her head.
"Wonderful, Morticia!" The relieved Esmeralda Frump sighed. "You're awake."
"Awake?" Morticia asked. Maybe evrything was a dream, down to the death of her father.
"Yes. You passed out at the funeral." Esmeralda took the cloth away. "Come down for dinner when you're ready." And she left.
Morticia was saddened, knowing that all of that had happened. And she was not suprised, when she saw the man as he stood in the corner of her room, and watched her for a few moments before vanishing.
Two years had gone by, and it became a regular thing, to see him. She hated it and wished him gone, but could do nothing. For how can one hurt a being, if that being is seemingly unable to be hurt? She was eighteen and she found out that Ophelia was to be marrie off to a man, a year younger, a couple months older than Morticia, for his money. His name was Gomez Addams, but she had fallen in love with him and Ophelia was not pleased. Finally, after wild shanangians, heart-break, kniving, wheeling and dealing, Morticia and Gomez were enaged. Everything took place in one day, the wedding was today as they had gone dress shopping the day before. And now, here Morticia was, finished saying her vows and listening to Cousin Itt's final words before she and Gomez got to kiss and make their marraige official. And she saw the man in the audience but paid not attention. Earlier that year, he had informed her that he had written his name on her soul. But when Gomez pulled her in and kissed her... something changed. She felt as though someone were taking an earaser and taking off that name. Because before her eyes, the man gave her an evil look and began to dissapear, little by little. And she had the strangest sensation. She felt her soul... expanding. Or rather, taking on a new form. Gomez also felt this. They felt something pulling them together, and for a breif instant, could hear eachother's thoughts. And then, when it was all over, Morticia realized her soul had been bound to Gomez's, and his to her's. And if she never went back to Storybrooke, Rumplestilskin could never hurt her again. But if she ever did go back, he could hurt both of them.
Storybrooke: Present Day...
The Evil Queen watched wickedly with her magic in Regina's vault. Gold was walking around the room. "Isn't that... sweet?" She said, sourly. "Did the old Gomez and Morticia keep secrets left and right?" She asked the rhetorical question.
"They aren't doing that now." Rumple said, knowing he'd annoy her. "Not terribly."
"Oh, but they will be..." She smiled. "Any anyway, who asked you?" She then noticed him picking up a triangular vile with blue liquid in it. "Hey!" She eyed him. "Don't touch that." He then picked up a square, clear glass box with liquid that resembled blood in it. "Or that." She sighed, quickly. "You know what, why don't you just stand still?"
"For someone who appears successful, I'd think you'd be in a happier mood."
"I am." Her majesty replied.
"Unless..." Gold walked over to her and whispered in her ear. "You're not happy."
"Oh, trust me, I am. And I'll be even happier once I get Mortcia exactly where I want her. She may not know what she's capable of... but I do. But the real question is... why did you agree to help me?"
"Because we both need her." Gold told her. "Long ago, she made me a promise... a promise, she shall keep."
The Evil Queen played with his tie and got a bit closer. "Finally tired of the bookworm?" She asked.
"Not quite yet." Gold said, unphased. He knew all of her tricks, and he also knew that this was the way she controlled a couple of men in the past. And he wouldn't be one of them.
"Alright." She backed off, eventually coming to terms with the fact that this man, she could not control. Not unless she used Belle. And right now, she needed him on her side. "Now if you'll excuse me..." Her majesty began to walk away. "I have lives to destroy." She laughed and vanished in the purple smoke, shorlty after this, Gold was gone too. Leaving not a trace of ever once being there.
