Wanted
Storybrooke (The Charming Farm)
Henry woke with a splitting headache that had nothing to do with his uncle Neal crying his lungs out. The baby had awoken Henry, but he was sure that he would have had a headache anyway. He hadn't gotten any sleep other than maybe a few hours of tossing and turning. His adoptive mother was missing and no one had any idea where she could be. All the searching they had done hadn't turned up anything.
He sat up in bed and placed his head in his hands and rubbed his tired eyes. He was supposed to have the heart of the truest believer but right now he was losing faith. Then there was Emma who was nearly paralyzed with grief. She was just down the hall, staying in another guest room at his grandparent's farmhouse. Henry knew that if he had barely slept then his birth mother hadn't gotten any.
Her heart was breaking and he couldn't do anything about it. What good was all this magic if it couldn't find her? He raised his heads from his hands and opened his eyes. He looked long and hard at his hands. He lept from his bed and grabbed his journal from the desk. He then got his quill from the small box he kept in his backpack. Retrieving a small bottle of ink from the bag, he dipped the quill.
Somewhere Beyond
No Henry, no cheating. It won't be that easy.
Storybrooke (The Charming Farm)
He opened to a blank page and took a deep breath. He tried to channel all his power into the quill and began to write.
Henry decided to ask Tinkerbell for help.
"What?!" Henry stared at the words he just wrote on the paper in shock. That is not what he wanted to write. He crossed it out and wrote again.
Henry decided to ask Tinkerbell for help.
"Son of a bitch! That's not what I wrote!" He had attempted to write 'Regina appeared before Henry, safe and sound.' He tried again.
Henry decided to ask Tinkerbell for help.
He wrote over and over again and it still came up the same. He threw the quill and journal across the room. "What the fuck?!" He lept to his feet and pulled on some pants and shoes. He tore the page from the journal and then opened the door so hard it banged against the wall. He passed Mary Margaret in the hall as she was holding Neal and trying to quiet him down.
"Henry? Are you okay?" She looked at him as he flew past her and headed downstairs. "I heard yelling." He continued without looking at her with a scowl on his face. "Where are you going?"
"Going to talk to Tinkerbell!" He yelled as he slammed the front door behind him.
Storybrooke (hospital)
"So what's this about Abraham?" Whale asked as he sat down behind his desk and indicated with his hand for Van Helsing to take a seat in the empty chair in front of his desk.
"Count Dracula." Van Helsing said with a grave tone. Whale's eyebrows shot up.
"Dracula? Is he still causing trouble over there? I thought you had taken care of the vampire problem back home." Whale questioned him.
"It was managed before." Van Helsing exhaled. "We had managed to finally defeat Dracula. I took his remains and we closed the borders of Transylvania."
"Well that's good." Whale said.
"We believed that as well. However we had not counted on Renfield."
Whale looked confused. "And who is Renfield?"
"Dracula's servant. We were unaware that he was also a vampire, we assumed that he was just under his thrall. He managed to deceive us and we placed him in custody with non infected humans." Van Helsing explained.
"And let me guess, he started to feed." Whale surmised.
"Yes, before we were aware what was happening the outbreak became catastrophic. It quickly became a pandemic. Now Renfield wants to become the lord of the vampires. Something we can not allow."
"What happens if he becomes this 'lord of the vampires'?" Whale asked.
"He would gain control over all the vampires on our world. They would be unified into an army of the undead, it would be the end." Van Helsing's seriousness could be felt across the desk.
"So how do you stop him?" Whale gulped.
"He must not get his hands on Dracula's remains. In order to become lord of the vampires a vampire must kill the previous lord. Because we killed Dracula there is no way for him to become the lord. However if he were to reanimate Dracula he could kill him and then all would be lost. That is why I brought Dracula here."
Whale shot up from his chair knocking it to the floor. "You brought him here?! Why?! Why not just destroy him?".
"It is not that easy my friend. The longer one is the lord of vampires the more powerful one becomes. Dracula has been lord a very long time. When that happens the remains become very durable and his are nearly indestructible. The only thing that will destroy his remains is time."
"How long are we talking here?" Whale wanted to know.
"Centuries."
Storybrooke (The Charming Farm)
Emma's eyes opened as she heard a door slam. There were raised voices, one of them sounded like Henry. She should check and see what the commotion was all about but she just couldn't get out of bed. There just wasn't any point. Regina was gone and Emma couldn't feel anything but loss. It was like her heart had been ripped out magically, she just felt numb. There were no more tears left in her.
How had she lived before Regina came into her life? Looking back now she could see that growing up she felt alone and unwanted. Then she met Neal and that gave her a feeling of companionship for a while, but it wasn't enough. She still felt the hole inside of her. That all changed after Henry and Regina, she didn't realize it at the time but for the first time in her life she felt fulfilled.
Regina was enough, she finally had what she was always looking for. Love, true love. Now it was gone and she felt the pain of loss even worse than before. She missed the way she smiled at her when Emma told her a dumb joke. That upturned smirk on those beautiful full lips and the scar on her lip that Emma found so precious. She missed her dark eyes that held so much emotion. All the pain of her past, the way they sparkled when she looked at Emma with love, even the fire and passion in them when she was angry. God, she missed the way she smelled. That faint smell of apples and the way it reminded her of open pastures and the outdoors. How her arms felt around her when she held Emma close. It made Emma feel safe, because it felt like home. She knew that everything was going to be alright when she was in Regina's arms.
She missed those arms so much now, she wanted to feel safe. She just wanted her Regina home. Emma placed her hand on her stomach, she could feel the magic growing inside her. The child they created together was growing.
Thinking about their baby gave her strength. She wasn't going to give up on finding Regina. They were going to raise their child together and nothing was going to keep them apart. Emma stood up from the bed and felt a renewed confidence. She was the savior and she was going to save the mother of her children. She was going to save her no matter what.
Storybrooke (Gold's Pawnshop)
It was easy to get in his own store even without a key. Once inside, his feeling of satisfaction disappeared however. His wife had started packing up the store and nearly half his things were gone. He fought to keep his temper under control. It wasn't Belle's fault and he knew that but that didn't stop him from angrily knocking over a stack of boxes. He was dead. What was she supposed to do? Just leave his shop 'as is'? Like some kind of museum to him? No he couldn't blame her for that, she needed to move on. She needed closure. But now, thanks to Dracula, she wouldn't get it. All she would get is heartache, and he hated Dracula for making him do this to her. There was nothing he could do to stop Dracula's plan, he was powerless to refuse his commands.
But he could protect his wife and son. No one, not even Count Dracula could prevent him from doing that. He picked up a pen and paper and began to write a letter to his wife.
Storybrooke (Tinkerbell's apartment)
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Tinkerbell was going to lay into whoever it was that was pounding on her door like a maniac. "Hold your damn horses!" She yanked open the door and stopped herself from screaming when she saw who it was. "Henry? What are you..?".
He didn't let her finish, he held up the torn piece of paper that he had written on. "What does this mean?!" He said it louder than he meant because he was a little agitated. Tinkerbell started to bristle but calmed herself when she realized what he must be going through.
"What does what mean?"
He waved the paper in her face again. "This! This!". She snatched the paper out of his
hand and couldn't help but mock him. He was pissing her off.
"This! This!" she mimicked him and waved his paper like he was. "What is this? Paper?"
He was frustrated but Henry tried to calm down. He took a deep breath before he spoke.
"I tried using my author power to get my mom back. But every time I tried writing, this is the only thing that showed up on the paper."
She gave him an annoyed look but then she took a good look at the paper. Her brows
furrowed. "This is the work of the author Henry. The Author. I can feel the magic coming off this paper."
"He wanted me to come to you. Why? Do you know how to bring my mother home?" he pleaded. Tinkerbell saw the 17 year old in front of her but she could hear the scared 10 year old in his voice. She wasn't about to break his heart.
"Maybe." She gave him a smile to comfort him. "Take me to Emma."
Storybrooke (The Charming Farm)
"Tinkerbell?" David opened the front door and was surprised to see the fairy standing there with his grandson. "What's going on?" David moved to the side allowing the two of them to come in.
"Is ma still here?" Henry asked him hurriedly.
"I was just about to head out." Emma said as she walked down the stairs wearing her leather jacket. Henry noticed that she looked better physically and seemed to be holding it together. "What's up kid?"
"Long story but Tinkerbell might have a way to find mom." Henry explained. He noticed that Emma's eyes seemed to flash with hope.
"Really? How?" She asked the fairy.
"A locator spell." Tinkerbell said. Emma's eyes went dark with disappointment. To Henry it seemed like she deflated right in front of him.
Emma looked down at her boots as she spoke. "We already tried that. It didn't work."
Tinkerbell shook her head. "Yeah, you probably used something that she owned right?" Emma nodded. "Look, Regina's one of the most powerful magic users around." They all nodded in agreement. "Even if someone took her by surprise, which is unlikely, she would have escaped or gotten a message to us somehow. But she hasn't, which means that someone more powerful than she is took her."
Emma shuddered at the thought but Tinkerbell continued speaking. "You two have the most magic power than anyone has ever had. Henry tried to use his author powers and it didn't work therefore we can assume that it was The Author that took Regina."
The Savior felt sick. The Author was a powerful force like the demon that Regina and Emma fought together. It had taken nearly everything they had to defeat him. How were they supposed to rescue Regina from The Author without the former queen's help?
Tinkerbell was still talking. "But I believe she's ok, because otherwise why would he give Henry a clue to come talk to me?"
"Well what does he want?" Emma asked, feeling frantic now.
"I don't know. But I think the locator spell will work if we cast it on you Emma." Tinkerbell
nodded toward her.
"Me?" Emma was confused. "Why me?"
"Because you and Regina are linked by powerful magic. Henry told me you two made a baby together. Don't worry I won't tell anyone else. If I cast the locator spell on you it will take you to her." Tinkerbell finished.
Emma didn't even have to think about it. "Do it."
"Mom." Henry started to object.
"Emma, this is too dangerous." David was saying.
"I don't care. I'm going to find her. I'm going to get her back. Do it." She practically ordered Tinkerbell. David and Henry backed off. Tinkerbell nodded and cast the spell. Emma looked at her father and her son and then disappeared.
Storytown 1867
The sun was hanging straight overhead and beat down on the hot dirt under her boots. She was holding a gun and the barrel was smoking. This wasn't her gun, this looked like an antique revolver. Her eyes followed the barrel to see what she was shooting at. Her heart leapt into her throat.
"You killed my husband! I'm going to kill you Sheriff Swan! You hear me! You're dead!" Regina screamed as she wheeled on her horse and galloped out of town.
"Regina! Wait!" Emma yelled after her.
"You gonna go after her right sheriff?" Emma whirled around to see the man who spoke to her and her eyes grew wide as she took in what he was wearing. He looked like a cowboy from the old west. Her eyes began to take in the town around her and she saw that this was the old west.
"What the fuck?" she whispered to herself.
"You know that Queenie is going to try and kill you right? After all you just strung up her husband Rob Locksely." The man pointed behind Emma and she saw a now dead Robin Hood hanging by a noose.
"Oh boy."