Chapter 57: Lady Doctor

The ginger slid to halt as the arrow that Snow had fired stopped mid air. Did she do that? No, it wasn't her but she would worry about that later. She had a fucking bitch of a princess to brutalized. No one took what was hers.

She simply waltzed into camp with the mother of all death glares on her face. She barely noticed the people bowing and kneeling to her as they parted to let her pass. She focused entirely on the woman that had just tried to kill her captain.

Then of course...shit went fucking haywire. Why because Emma's magic as a savior decided to wake up and way too fucking soon! She was extremely grateful to her lover when he took up the mantle of calming the quite frankly freaking out blonde haired woman that was her best friend.

Something was different. Emma...she was sensing her emotions...just like with Killian before the whole shagging like Nubbins thing. The ginger could feel two different sets of emotions. The negative ones felt so incredibly thin like rice paper and the positive set...holy shit...damn girl, what the hell are you feeling?

Artz couldn't identify most of what the blonde was feeling, but she felt it when her emotions shifted drastically. Her hands flew up before she actually consciously decided to do so.

'NO!'

The red head's magic answered her panicked demand and caught the arrow that had suddenly bolted in the blonde's direction. Damn it, Emma! Why the hell was she doing this? Why did she just try to kill herself? What? She said what?! She was not a fucking monster!

Oh she wanted to kiss her Captain when he threatened to slap Emma if she called herself a monster again. Shit! She was starting to lose it. Her magic kept flickering on and off sporadically and she couldn't figure out why.

She was barely aware of the children wrapping themselves around her legs, trying to hold her up. She was at a weird angle and her entire body was shaking from the strain of holding the arrow in place. Then they were next to her...her friends...Remaria and Lillith...her precious Rem and Lily. They were alive and they were supporting her arms.

She was crying. She would admit that. She had been so afraid that she hadn't saved everyone when she realized that she hadn't seen them when she first entered the camp. They were with her, they were helping her...their expressions...they cared. Even though she had let them die and they fucking knew it...they were still her friends.

She felt it when some of the men braced her back and she knew in an instant who they were; Michael, Edward, and Sam. Charlie would have joined them but he was busy trying to hold back a cloaked figure that seemed incredibly pissed off at a certain dark haired princess.

Artz's attention snapped back to the blonde haired savior and she took note of her captain's current position. That fucking asshole! Did he not realize just how hard it was to hold that damn arrow in place?!

'I can never hate her...because I love her.'

The ginger let out a choked sob of relief, the tears continuously pouring down her cheeks. So long...she had waited so long. She had hoped to hear those words for such a long time. She had despaired too quickly before, but she could feel it. It was true...Emma really did love her.

Her arms ceased to tremble and her breathing evened off. For some reason, it wasn't taking nearly as much effort to hold the arrow in place...had Emma stopped fighting her? Artz's eyes flickered to Emma's and the next two words out of that woman's mouth made her magic surge throughout her body.

'My Doctor.'

Yuna...that's what Yuna had said. The arrow suddenly shredded to pieces as her adoptive sister collapsed into her captain's arms. The ginger barely managed to untangle herself from the impromptu group hug and dashed over to the duo. When she slid to a halt on the ground next to them...that's when she realized that she had an arrow in her side, just shy of piercing her heart.

She ripped that sucker out without a second thought and saved the blonde haired savior. How...by turning her captain into fucking junkie...said junkie having actually nutted himself from just her magic. Then there was Lava Girl and every part of her felt like it was on fire.

Pulling the blonde's magic into herself had been a big mistake. One, she had gone blonde. Two, everything she touched was being roasted. Three, she literally needed Rem to cover for her...turns out the fiery Celtic woman was actually a fucking combat mage.

She put up an illusion that would only break if a force greater than her own was to surge. She had not elaborated on the specifics and the redhead didn't ask. The cloaked figure from before had turned up on Rem's horse disguised as Rem and thus the reason she was almost at the base of the beanstalk.

The only problem was that she could barely see, her vision was like looking through a heat wave. Was this how it felt to regenerate? Every cell in her body was burning. Every time she touched something now, it would hiss and sizzle from the contact.

There was no way in hell that she was going to be able to climb the beanstalk in this condition. She would have to wait for Killian, but that also had its own dangers. Kora was supposed to be there when Killian climbed down the beanstalk.

She wasn't here currently so that meant she was going to be there the next night. Could she wait? Could she afford to wait? He had deliberately made certain that the Queen of Hearts did not find out about her. If she waited then...her entire body tensed when she heard a voice from behind her.

"Hello, Artz." The very recognizable voice greeted.