The boys, being who they were in Clara's life, all instantly knew that something was wrong the moment she didn't come back after a while. None of them rested peacefully while not knowing where she was, so they searched the town and all the houses, not caring who was in their way. Finally, all three of them knew that there was only one person in this entire world who could help them find the princess.

Each of them got back onto the ship and headed back for the castle. By the time they had reached the kingdom, it was completely barren, not a single person in sight. There were no guards standing by the doors and everything seemed darker.

"Queen Emma!" Tristan shouted as he came running into the throne room.

The Queen sat on her throne with her head on her hand, looking as though she hadn't moved in days. The sight of Tristan made her gasp.

"You're here!" she said quickly, standing up, "Is Clara with you?"

"No," Tristan said urgently, "but we fear she has been captured and we hope you can help us find her."

"We?" Emma asked.

Peter and Henry came into the throne room shortly after and Emma rolled her eyes.

"Not these men again," she groaned.

"Believe it or not, your majesty, they care for Clara just as you and I do," he insisted, "and as crazy as they seem, all they want is for her to be safe… they can help us."

Emma looked at the two boys. She would have thrown them back in the royal dungeon without a second thought if she didn't notice the same look of worry in the boys eyes that she had seen in herself over the last several days without her daughter, knowing that she had let her down.

"Fine," Emma said, then turned towards a hallway, "Guards!"

"No wait," Henry halted, "I know how we can find her-."

"No thank you," she protested, "If we're finding my daughter, we're doing it my way."

Emma turned her back on Henry, but he reached out for her and touched her shoulder, "Mom! Wait!"

"Do not address me that way!" Emma spat, turning around at Henry.

Before he could react, a surge of pain went through his body as Emma looked at him like this abomination whom she could never call "son". He clutched his heart to his chest, as it felt like somebody was holding onto it and slowly squeezing it.

"Stop that!" Clara shouted, clutching onto the walls of her unknown cell.

Wherever she was, it wasn't a building or a castle of any sort. It must have been a cave, because it looked like the bars were just put in there to hold her.

"Now why would I do that?" Jack Sparrow asked, tilting his head to the side as her grinned with Henry's heart in his hand.

"He never did anything to you," she spat, "He wouldn't."

"And now he never will," Sparrow chuckled, "Although, I guess I really should let him enjoy the last few days of his existence."

"What are you talking about?" Clara asked.

Sparrow brought the heart to the front of the bars, showing Clara the gold covering up the red color of his beating heart.

"Listen," he whispered.

Clara slowed her breathing and heard the sound of the heart beat, beating once, pausing, then beating twice. This pattern repeating several times.

"That doesn't sound very good to me," Sparrow grinned, "You see, Henry doesn't really belong here with all of us… "fairytale folk" as they called it back in Storybrooke."

Clara paused again, looking at Sparrow deep in his eyes, "Storybrooke?"

"Aye," he nodded.

"No…" she shook her head, "You have to be lying… Storybrooke isn't real… Henry told me about it, it's not real. It's just a made up world in his head-."

"On the contrary," Sparrow shrugged, "It was very real. Everything he said was actually very real."

Clara didn't understand why his eyes weren't telling her that he was lying. Sparrow wasn't lying. Then again, villains are always known to be particularly good liars.

"How do I know you're not lying?" Clara hissed.

Jack grinned and placed his hand on one of the stone walls next to him. It turned so white that it glowed, but an image began to form within it. There, Clara saw herself, but dressed in something completely different and strange. She saw herself throwing a pillow at the boy, Henry, in a strange room she wasn't familiar with. Then she saw herself, walking beside Peter looking absolutely smitten. Finally, she saw herself walking in between her mother and father as though they were a true family.

"I don't understand," she whispered, shaking her head, "My parents…"

"Were happy," Jack finished, removing his hand from the wall and crossing his arms across his chest, "They were in love. I guess you could say that I took all of that away."

"You? You did this?"

"Guilty," Jack said proudly, "and thanks to me, the only thing standing in between me and my rise to power will cease to exist before tomorrow."

He looked at the heart in his hand and chuckled as he felt the beating pattern quicken and slow down very unevenly. Clara spit far enough to get on his arm. Jack looked at her and wiped the spit off his arm.

"Unfortunately, I can't just kill you if I wanted to," Jack spat back at her.

"Why?" Clara snapped, "Too chicken?"

"No, not at all," Jack raised his eyebrows, "My master just needs you alive, that's all. You're no use to him dead. If you weren't the key to unlocking all the magic in Neverland, I would have killed you hours ago."

Clara blinked several times, "How… How is that even possible?" she looked down at her own hands.

Jack rolled his eyes, "You're the product of true love… duh. Everyone knows that."

"Not in this world they don't," a much deeper voice replied.

This figure made Jack stumble over himself, but then he stood up and grinned at him.

"Bring her to me," the hooded figure said, extending an arm towards the cell.

"I'll have to warn you," Jack said, "She's a reluctant one."

"Once all is said and done, she won't be so resistant," the hooded figure said, stretching its fingers out further to her. Clara started to back up towards the back of the cell.

"Who are you?" Clara asked.

Jack opened up the cell door and grabbed onto her arms, dragging her out of the cell.

The hooded figure's cold voice ran beneath her skin as he whispered, "You'll find out soon enough…."

AN: Okay, okay, so I know this chapter isn't much. Trust me, the best will come next week to accompany the season premiere of Once Upon a Time next week!

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