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We are getting close to the target destinatiom. What is discovered is some of the things awaiting in that certain New England town, not to mention some secrets Agatha and Agnes have been harboring...

Dream sequences are in italics.

Author's Notes:

It has been almost a month, and it took some doing, but we finally got them to where they're going.

Before we go start, I'd like to thank all the people who have given me great praise and constructive criticism in writing this. I haven't done a continuing story for some time. And unfortunately it shows.

And don't worry, as we transition to the next part of the story, the dynamic between Agatha/Agnes and Wanda will remain the central part of the story.

I'll have more at the end, but, as usual, the usual disclaimers.

Three hours (roughly) from Storybrooke, ME

Everybody remembers the exact moment that they fell in love with another person. They may not remember the exact hour, minute, and second, but they do have a fairly good idea about where it was and what all parties were doing at that particular moment.

For Agnes Bohner, the person that Agatha Harkness was pretending to be when she knocked on that door, it was the moment that Wanda Maximoff answered that knock. She was the first clear sunlit day of spring personified by red hair and a 50s dress. Or at least she imagined it was red hair because everything around them, including them, was in monotone. Agnes/Agatha notice everything about the woman. The way she talked, the way she moved, the way she kind of stumbled about her relationship.

And then there was the ring. Or at least the conspicuous absence of one. Even in the 1950s, especially in the 1950s, that ring was the identifying card that you actually had a partner. People did not live together, they were wedded in holy matrimony. And Wanda did not wear a ring. At that moment, Agnes/Agatha, knowing what she knew about what Wanda was trying to do, wanted to take the younger woman, pinning her down on that plush sofa, and have her way with her. It was when Wanda mentioned that she was married...and specifically stated, with laugh track accompaniment, that she was married. To a man. After 24 millennia, a witch knows a heterosexual dodge when she hears one...

For Agatha Harkness, Agnes's original persona, that moment was just passed a certain mile marker that the raven-haired which could not remember if you put a gun to her head, but she remembered taking a quick look to her right as she was driving the Chrysler, headed for some mysterious town in Maine. She looked to her right and there, quietly snoozing, what was one Wanda Maximoff, Scarlet hair falling from her face and surrounding the curves of her body. Whatever she thought she was in before that moment, she knew that she was in love with the Scarlet Witch.

And because of that, she knew she had to have a frank discussion...not only with the women that she was in love with, but herself as well.

The black SUV hybrid drove up to an abandoned rest area. It did seem that the highway was pretty empty, a two-lane affair that though clean and smooth, wasn't exactly the most well-kept highway in America, desperately in need of some of those Biden infrastructure dollars. The rest area was even in worse shape. However, it was usable with no barriers to prevent anyone from driving in. That's what Agatha did.

The Chrysler was the only vehicle in sight, which meant that Agatha could lean back in her driver's seat and close her eyes. And concentrate...

*Hi honey...you're home...!"

The persona of Agnes was sitting on a leather sofa and what could be pretty much described as a lounge. There were pictures of both Agnes and Agatha along the walls. There was a fireplace with a slightly roaring fire, and above it, a huge big-screen television, or it seemed like it, except the only picture was that of Wanda snoozing away.

Agnes was wearing her jogging outfit from the 90s version of Wanda's life. "Sit that hot ass down...I know why you're here, babe..." The nosy neighbor padded her right hand down near the space on the sofa, inviting her doppelganger to sit next to her. Agatha did just that, sitting down next to her housewife persona.

"She's getting to you, huh babe."

"Yes, Agnes...to both of us."

Agatha bowed her head in front of her twin. "I've done...WE'VE done some horrible things. I can't imagine how she could love someone like me."

Agnes looked at her counterpart, with a seriousness that, as "Agnes," she rarely showed to anyone, especially Wanda. "Look, gorgeous. You know that I came out of Wanda's mind. I'm here because I'm all of Wanda's memories of me. She loved me. And she could have destroyed you, but she didn't. She kept you alive and she kept me alive inside of you. Remember what she said the last time? What if she needed you, needed us, she'd find us? Well, we found her. We found her because we love her. And she loves us. The last few days should have proven that. And she's going to need every bit of help that we can give her. And not just us...there's a whole village that is going to help her. And you know they love her already and they haven't even met her..."

And with that, Agnes then took her arms, draped Agatha's neck, And kissed her "twin" on the lips.

And when they separated, Agnes whispered, "Now...go get our girl. She needs us...and we need her..."

Agatha closed her eyes...

...and when Agatha opened them, blue eyes and a wide smile adorned by fire-red hair greeted the elder witch.

"Nice dreams, hot stuff?" Wanda smirked at The Raven-haired witch, who smiled back at her protege.

"Yeah," exhaled the redhead. "Vision was there. So were the boys. And you were there..." And so was Agnes..."

"You forgot Auntie Em!" The Dark Witch was playfully, lovingly trolling her Scarlet counterpart. "As a matter of fact, I know someone who'd appreciate that line."

"Like, what, you know Dorothy?"

That mischievous wide mouth of Agatha's formed a smirk as she nodded in the affirmative. "She wound up marrying an ex-girlfriend."

"And who would that be?"

"The witch who Dorothy landed the house on."

The Scarlet Witch rolled her eyes at the Dark Witch, probably at the ridiculousness of what was just said. Imagine, the Wizard of Oz being real. Okay, maybe a fairy tale made up from real events. But Agatha Harkness bumping uglies with...

"I can see that air of disbelief. This from an Avenger. Whose best friends are the gods Loki and Thor. Whose ex-husband with all due respect was a studly bit of artificial intelligence, powered by a stone, who just fought a civil war to save all mankind. And you have the wherewithal to think that Oz does not exist? Really?" Agatha's look of incredulousness toward Wanda was hilarious to behold. Or at least Agnes thought so as she was laughing her rather fine ass off in the back of Agatha's mind over all of this. Meanwhile, Agatha continued: "Yes Oz exists. And Dorothy married the Wicked Witch...and both of them, in turn, married wound up marrying Little Red Riding Hood."

This just made Wanda laugh even harder. Agatha's sense of absurd humor was charming, to say the least. And it made her fall for the Dark Witch even harder.

Only Agatha Harkness was dead serious.

The Dark Witch gently put Wanda's hands in hers. "The universe where Storybrooke was created began in a place where what people know as fairy tales and fables came from. Almost every person in that town was someone that became a character in those stories. And many of those people are some of the most powerful witches, warlocks, and other beings on the planet. I can teach you a lot, but without their help, neither you nor I will have the control or discipline to face the shit storm that's coming. And it is coming boo'ful. It's why..." Agatha stopped in mid-sentence, knowing what was about to be said. "...it's why I tried to take your powers. Please don't take this the wrong way, my love, but you are a baby witch. What you were trying to do was within your powers, but you had little discipline or control. That's why I failed, darling, I realized that we had to work together. It started like that, even though I was falling in love with you. It was when we started..." When she stopped and bowed her head, the witch's face turning pinkish, Wanda Maximoff knew what was coming. "I knew Buttercup, that we belong together, that we're each other's...each other."

The redhead needed no prompting. She got up, sat down next to Agatha, and delivered a very big, very wet kiss. When they separated, both women were spouting big smirks. "There's one thing I want to do," said Wanda, then aimed That Finger towards Agatha's head. At this point, there was no pleading from Agatha as she knew what Wanda was going to do. Instead..."Tell the old girl I love her."

"You mean both of us..."

And with a smile and a quick kiss of Wanda's lips, Agatha leaned back and closed her eyes a the redhead touched her temple. The brunette's smile instantly broadened.

"Hey, hot stuff!" It was Agnes now, leaning in and planting a hot one on the lips of her former next-door neighbor, which was returned with equal intensity.

"Thanks, babe. Poor girl needed the rest. Besides, this was her time with you, sweet pea."

"Do you two ever argue?"

Agnes did a pish-posh hand gesture. "Darling, we have some of the biggest knockdown dragouts you can ever imagine. But we come together for you..." Agnes then gets about as serious as she has ever gotten: "Because we love you." Agnes' kiss was playful, passionate, and deep. And like all of the kisses Wanda had received from both personalities, it was returned with equal fervor.

It was time to leave the rest stop because it was about to get dark and Agatha and Agnes wanted to get to their destination before it got too late. The naughty neighbor told the redhead that Agatha wanted to get into her mind to pass along some information about this Storybooke place and what to expect. "Agatha pass some information to me so I wouldn't be too surprised, but I don't know everything. You'll probably get more information from her then I would get. All she needs is for you to relax and fall asleep naturally." Wanda wanted to get some rest anyway so she kissed Agnes's arm, then released the seat to go back so she can rest. The Scarlet Witch fell asleep almost immediately, part of it probably was Agatha and the other part definitely the fact that she had been very busy for the last few days.

As she drifted to sleep, images started to pop up and fly around like a flock of birds in a Hitchcock movie. There are images of old castles and long regal dresses. A fairy tale princesses and noble knights. Of a dark-haired woman who had to be a witch, but was also the one of the most beautiful beings she had ever seen. There were shiftshapers and people with amazing powers. Pirates and wolves and even dragons. And somehow with all of the crazy things that were entering her mind, Wanda was able to absorb them all. This Storybrooke had to be an amazing place. And through all of this you could hear Agatha say that these unusual people would be the ones who would be able to help her, along with Agnes herself. She also said constantly that she loved the redhead.

It seems it was hours that Wanda was out. Then suddenly the young witch awakened to hear a gasp from Agnes. "Nice dream, dear?" It sounded like Agatha and Agnes had switched places again.

Wanda knew that the Dark Witch was with her throughout. She was still wondering...

"All of that is...true?"

"All of it, dear."

Wanda Maximoff had a dear-in-the-headlights look in those ocean-blue eyes of hers. She was still trying to process what was about to hit her, even though Agatha assured the red witch "Don't worry...I'll be with you. All the way."

And then, the "way" came to a stop in the darkness surrounded by thick trees bordering the deserted two-lane highway. The bright headlights shone nothing but more trees...and a white chalk line that stretched the length of the road.

The two witches sat in the Chrysler very quietly. Agatha gave an assurance of "I'm with you." Wanda smiled back. It was amazing how much trust was earned in the last few days. "Stay here," said the older witch as she rolled down the window on her side, the stepped into the cool Spring evening air.

"Toots...look in the glove compartment. There's a little white sack in there. There's some clear little things that look like beans. Hand me one, will ya hon?" Wanda obediently opened the glove box, took out the sack, opened it, and extracted one crystal "bean" from said sack, and handed it to Agatha.

The Dark WItch then proceded to pitch that translucent beam in the general direction what could have been darkness. Suddenly there was a great shimmering as if a curtain was about to be drawn and opened. The forest was there, but now in plain sight with a sign: "Welcome to Storybrooke," complete with all of the various civic badges that most people would know from any small town.

Quickly, Agatha climbed back into the cabin of the Chrysler. The SUV quickly moved over the town line, with the shimmering force field reappearing and closing behind them. Anyone else would probably think what was the head was nothing more than a lonely road.

What happened next happened so fast. Wanda's smartphone was ringing. She picked the phone up and pushed the button and suddenly from out of nowhere came this large dark creature. Great and furry, probably a wolf, with translucent gray eyes. It's scared Agatha so much that she veered to avoid hitting the wolf and crashed into a tree on the side of the road.

The two witches were stunned into near unconsciousness. So is Agnes in the back of Agatha's mind. There was a slight gash on Wanda's head and just a bit of blood that was pouring from it. Neither woman could see a third figure peering into the Chrysler. She had long brown hair, translucent gray eyes, and a very lithe figure. As this person peeked in she noticed the phone. Someone was trying to draw attention...and that person was frantic...

"Wanda! Wanda! Pick up! You and Agatha are in great danger! Monica and Jimmy are with me. We want to help...please pi-"

The third woman disconnected the call. She can figure out who that person was later. Right now there are two people who needed to go to the hospital. The tall woman dialed 911...

"Em...it's me. There's been an accident at the outskirts of town...two people...I know one of them...I think I know the other. We need an ambulance! Hurry...oh, and I need some clothes...yeah, I'm buck naked here..."

To be continued...

Final notes:

The ending was a last minute change, as you might have noticed. And yes, I'm including the Hexagang ™ in this. There will be outside forces looking for revenge, and they don't care who they have to run over to get it.

I have to say that took me a while to get to the end because I want to get this right. That's why I took me a month to write this. I hope it doesn't take me another month to write the next chapter, and I promise you will not be as long as this. But there are a couple of other works in progress that I will probably start on in a little bit. But trust me, this will not be abandoned.

Your continued support through your precious comments as well as your likes and kudos mean a lot to this old soul.

Thanks for reading. We'll be back soon.