Tairei9: I do not own Once Upon a Time in anyway shape or form and I give full credit to the creators.
Chapter Fourteen: Start of Another Chapter
"Chesshire."
The cat looked back to see Alice standing by the woods. Her long hair was loose and she wore a turtle necked black jacket and a knee length fluffy skirt. She looked taller now, and she was standing by a door way. It seemed outrageous to have a door in the middle of the forest with no house. But the Cheshire Cat never questioned her for he liked Alice. Floating over to her, he asked, "What is it, dear?"
"I don't like this," Alice said quietly staring up at the sky, "Something doesn't feel right."
"No?" Cheshire said floating by her. Turning on his back he stared at the sky and said, "Well I say it is chill, but it feels right as rain for this season."
"I don't think so," Alice said, softly, "It's very queer."
"Hmm, well if you don't like it, you can always call off the game tomorrow," Cheshire Cat said, "The Queen of Hearts won't be pleased, but the White Queen would understand. I mean you are the Mage after all."
"The Queen of Heart's is never pleased," Alice said almost annoyed, "And it's not a game, Chesshire, its war."
"War, game, it's all the same," Chesshire said, floating in front of her so his big yellow eyes could stare into her blue ones. They were so very pretty. "Someone has to win."
"Well it better not be her," Alice said, somewhat rigid, "She's done enough horrible things."
"Alice?"
"What?" Alice asked as Chesshire sunk a little. He stared up at her and said in his playful teasing way, "Why don't you stay, love? It's much more fun down here and everyone adores you. And since you're already here, why not just stay?"
Alice smiled as Chesshire circled around her before she gently caught him in her arms. Feeling his soft fur, Alice said, "I wish I could, I wish I could be in so many places. But for now, I must get back to Dad. I couldn't possibly leave him behind."
"Your father is lucky," Chesshire said, soundly a little deflated, "That he has a daughter that loves him so much."
"I love you too, Chesshire," Alice said petting him, "But if I left him, he would be all alone. You have everyone here."
"True," Chesshire said, floating away from her arms, "Very true. But, I'm afraid to say that no one can really replace you."
Alice went back to staring at the sky and said, "Chesshire…will my magic work in the other world?"
"Well," Chesshire said unsure, "I mean it is your magic, so I can't imagine it wouldn't."
Alice nodded and gently touched the door. With a sigh, Alice said, "Come on Chess; let's go back before the Hare gets too upset that we are not back yet."
"Yes, the last thing we want is a bowl crashing above our heads." Chesshire said, obviously annoyed. Alice laughed and Chesshire couldn't help but chuckle. They walked back along the forest path leaving the door behind for now.
"So… you'll be able to get it back to her for me?"
Mary Margaret looked at Autumn, who was fidgeting with the sheets. They were in the hospital room, the nurses walking past the door of her room. The early morning sun was shining in as the window outside gently blew. Mary Margaret held a book in her hand as she said, "Of course. I know it will be a relief for Paige to know that someone's been allowed to see you. The Doctors have been strict about who comes in here."
"Probably because of Emma and the Doctors wrapping up their reports," Autumn said, her voice sounding dejected, "The Judge ordered a gag of sorts and didn't want a reporter sneaking in here."
Mary Margaret nodded and said, "Understandable…"
Autumn looked down as she fiddled with the sheet. Mary Margaret was quiet until Emma came walking in saying, "Finally! No more paperwork, no more running from reporters. You would THINK that people would get that no means no."
"Well, some people are very stubborn," Mary Margaret said, smiling at Emma as Autumn let her lips quirk up into a smile for a brief moment. She then looked up at Emma asking, "Am I going to be released soon?"
"Yes," Emma said, "Kathryn Nolan is just finishing up the paperwork down stairs…"
Autumn flinched at the woman's name, looking back down at her knees again. Mary Margaret and Emma exchanged concerned looks as Mary Margaret said, "You know, she is very nice. Kathryn and her husband David."
"Husband?" Autumn asked a little sharply.
"Yeah, you'll meet him in a bit," Emma said quickly. She sat down on the other side of the bed, reaching out to touch the child's hand. Autumn had a momentary flinch that Emma could barely detect. Autumn glanced up at her with blank eyes and Emma said, "I wouldn't let you go there unless I knew you were safe. You know that, don't you?"
Autumn watched her, not answering her verbally. However, both women noticed Autumn gently nodding her head ever so slightly. Mary Margaret smiled in relief while Emma patted Autumn's hand lightly saying, "Good, good… Now why don't you go into the bathroom to change? Kathryn and David will be up in a minute."
Autumn nodded, slowly getting out of bed. Walking over to the chair, she picked up the clothes off of it. Her movements were unhurried, as if she was still very tired. Turning around, Autumn looked at Emma with the blankness that had been a norm as of late. Emma and Mary Margaret looked at her as the child asked, "Are you two going to stay?"
"Yes," Mary Margaret said without hesitation. Emma nodded in affirmation and Autumn nodded again, her eyes going distant once more. Autumn then disappeared into the bathroom leaving Emma and Mary Margaret alone.
"I don't like this," Emma said softly.
"Why?" Mary Margaret asked, "Kathryn is nice… as is David."
"I know," Emma said, frowning, "But Regina just magically finds a foster mother for her after all the grief she gave me about no homes being able to take those twins?"
"I know," Mary Margaret said, "But it was better than Autumn going back to Boston."
"I know that-!" Emma said, making sure to keep her voice down, "But Regina-!"
"I know, she's controlling, she's manipulative," Mary Margaret said, softly but urgently, "But Emma, we have her here! Autumn is in a home with two nice people right in the middle of town. We can watch her. We can see her. Emma I think for now we need to just let things be. This isn't like she's going to disappear for weeks and come back hurt."
The bathroom door opened and the women silenced. Emma looked towards Autumn who came out dressed in a sweatshirt, blue jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was loose, falling a little limply down her front. She rubbed her arms, obviously bothered even if her facial expression was blank. Mary Margaret and Emma stood up, walking over to her as Emma said, "They should be up here soon and they'll take you back to their house."
"Right," Autumn said, her voice a little faint. Mary Margaret put a comforting hand on her shoulder as she said, "It'll be okay…"
Autumn didn't get a chance to respond as the door opened to reveal Kathryn walking in alone. Kathryn stopped at the doorway as she said with a smile, "Hello Autumn. How are you feeling today?"
"Fine," Autumn said quietly. Emma and Mary Margaret exchanged glances quickly. Mary Margaret cleared her throat lightly, before saying in a friendly conversation, "Where's David? I thought he was here with you."
"He was, he had to run to the animal shelter though," Kathryn said with a sigh, "One of the dogs got loose and attacked one of the staff members."
"Ouch," Emma said, casually but made a face. Her nerves were still unsettled, but Autumn was already in a state of defense. She didn't want to make her worry for no reason. Emma then said, "Well, what are your plans for today after you spring her from this room of doom?"
Kathryn laughed lightly as she said, "Well we are going to stop by the house first. Then we'll go out and run a couple of errands."
"Sounds like fun," Mary Margaret said encouragingly. Kathryn smiled politely at her but looked at Autumn asking very gently, "As long as you are okay with it, Autumn?"
Autumn nodded, not verbally saying anything. Emma resisted biting her lip, knowing very well she had a problem with it.
S.C.
Belle fiddled with the buttons on her dress, almost a bit nervously. It had been a while since she had been dressed in anything except a pull over dress and stockings. It had also been a while since she had a proper shower either. Pulling back her now silky hair, she stared into the vanity mirror, noting that she looked skinnier than she remembered. Mirrors had also not been a luxury. Glancing around the room she had been staying in, Belle's thoughts wandered back to Autumn, who last she heard had been locked up in the hospital.
It made her nervous.
"How are you feeling?"
Belle turned to see Jefferson come in with a tray of breakfast. Belle watched him, nervously fidgeting as she said, "I'm well."
"Do you remember?"
It was an unusual question that he had been asking. He has asked it the first time and she had looked at him with utter confusion. Jefferson quickly explained he could not find anything in her file and that he was curious to know why she was locked up. Belle felt he wasn't being completely honest but she did tell him the truth. She had very little memory of why she was locked up in the asylum. All she remembered was a face of a father she very much did not want to see again after a long heated argument over… Shaking her head, Belle looked at Jefferson sheepishly.
"Nothing really," Belle said, smoothing her skirt unconsciously. Jefferson nodded, putting her breakfast down with a distracted expression. He adjusted the silverware on the tray as he said, "Autumn was released from the hospital today."
Belle's eyes lit up much to Jefferson's curiosity. He knew Autumn had been visiting her outside the window, despite his warnings. However, he couldn't help but wonder at Belle's attachment towards the young girl. Had Autumn been her only interaction? He was sure that if it wasn't, it was clearly the only positive one.
"H-How is she?" Belle asked as Jefferson walked towards the door. He looked back at her calmly.
"I don't know. I just know she was well enough to leave," Jefferson said, before leaving Belle alone to her thoughts.
S.C.
Autumn was quiet. Kathryn and she were in the car driving to a portion of the town that Autumn hadn't been around much before. It was always like this with a new foster mother, so Autumn found it easier just to stare out the window. Right now, they were heading towards the house so Kathryn could pick up some things. Then they were heading out again. Autumn internally sighed, far too busy for her liking but what could she do?
"So, how does it feel to be out of the hospital?"
"Hmm?" Autumn looked over and said quickly and emotionlessly, "Oh, it's a relief. I was getting a little tired of sitting around in bed all day."
"I would imagine that gets old really fast," Kathryn said, turning down a street. Pulling into a drive way, Kathryn turned the car off and said, "We're here."
Autumn unbuckled her seat belt. Getting out of the car, Autumn walked around to Kathryn. She walked over to the door and unlocked it. She opened it and said, "Welcome home."
Autumn walked in with an impassive look on her face. She wouldn't go as far as call it home just yet, but she wouldn't lie: Kathryn's home was welcoming. It was bright and nice, the walls white and the furniture comfortable. Autumn wandered into the living room as Kathryn said, "David will be home later for dinner. Do you like Chinese food?"
"Never had," Autumn said, shrugging. Kathryn looked surprised and said, "Never?"
"Never," Autumn said, wandering. Kathryn asked, "Would you like something else to have for dinner?"
"No, I don't mind trying new stuff," Autumn said rather quickly. Kathryn smiled and said, "Alright, well I'll show you your room so you can see what you would like it get at the store."
"Huh?" Autumn watched Kathryn begin to ascend the stairs. Following her, Autumn heard Kathryn say, "We're going to go to the store to get some things for your room. We have an old guest room that will be turned into your room, but it's rather bare."
"We don't have to get anything," Autumn protested as nicely as she could. Her gut was slowly sinking; she didn't have a good feeling, "I'm sure the room is alright."
Kathryn didn't seem to hear her as they reached the second floor. Kathryn allowed Autumn to go in front of her as she continued saying, "This is the second floor. David's and mine bedroom is down on the left and the bathroom is on the right. Over here will be your room."
Kathryn opened the wooden white door, allowing the room to be seen. Walking in, Autumn did notice the bareness in the room. The walls were light yellow, and the floor was sleek wood. There was a full sized bed with a dresser and a desk along the opposite wall. The closet was next to the bed, which was pushed up against near the window. There was nothing personal in the room, but Autumn didn't really mind. After all, most of the rooms she stayed in were like that. There was something on the closet that Autumn noticed. Hanging on the doorknob was a uniform. A school uniform, that Autumn was sure was not an old sentiment of Kathryn's.
"What's this?" Autumn felt stupid for asking, but it had escaped her mouth before she could stop herself. Kathryn smiled and said, "You will be starting school next Monday. You'll be with your friends Paige and Henry so you won't be alone."
Autumn paled, touching the sweater of the uniform. She was afraid of that. Kathryn noticed her reaction and said, "I know you were schooled at home, but I think it would nice for you to be back in a classroom with kids your age."
"Back would imply I had been in a classroom to begin with," Autumn said, fixing the white collar. Kathryn froze, before looking towards Autumn. Leaning against the wall, Kathryn asked, "You've never been to school?"
"No," Autumn said, glancing back over at Kathryn. Kathryn gapped a little bit and said, "Even when living with your father?"
"No, he taught me at home," Autumn said quickly and evasively. Letting go of the uniform, Autumn said, "So where are we heading first?"
"I figured we would head for a clothing store first," Kathryn said, catching on to Autumn's tone quickly. She wanted a relationship with this child, but she had already gathered that Autumn's trust in people was minimum. So pressing her for information right away would be a very bad idea. Pulling back her blonde hair, Kathryn gestured towards the room saying, "I was told you didn't have a lot of stuff, so I figured we would get some if that's alright. Someone will be sending your things over later."
"It's fine," Autumn said, walking around the room, "It's fine."
Autumn stared out the window, her face impassive. Kathryn shifted uncomfortably; her apathetic nature was startling. She knew that Autumn had been through a lot, but for her to be this dismissive was somewhat disappointing. Bending down, Kathryn said, "Autumn… I know this is probably hard for you and I know I can never truly understand what you've been through. But I sincerely want to help. I need you to try to believe that you can feel safe here. Healing will come with work and time, but I need you to try to believe that I want to give you another chance."
Autumn didn't look at Kathryn, feeling rather awkward with the situation. It wasn't as if she didn't like Kathryn, but at the same time the fact Regina arranged all this was unnerving. That woman didn't do anything that wasn't beneficial to herself. After all, Regina was the Evil Queen and she had a reputation of setting up the chessboard in a way that would make her win. Autumn couldn't tell Kathryn that though, so she wasn't quite sure what to say to her. Luckily, she didn't seem to have to answer as Kathryn stood back up saying gently, "I'll be downstairs when you're ready to head out, alright?"
Autumn only nodded.
"We celebrate!"
The white queen's voice was soothing as Alice heard the fireworks explode. The room was outside in the court yard with the many white marble pillars covered with thick vines and light gold fabrics. The floor was smooth with tables hiding between each of the pillars. Alice was sitting in the corner with the Hatter's arm around her shoulder. Alice was holding onto his arm, almost like she was afraid of him letting her go. She didn't look afraid though, just somewhat tired. She was looking over the Queen's attire. The White Queen's dress was beautiful. She looked as if she was getting married, minus the veil and marriage. Her bright hazel eyes were scanning the audience as she glided gracefully around the ballroom. Her hair was pinned up in a rather sleek bun and her skin seemed to glow. Alice leaned up towards the hatter and asked, "Does she always look so pretty?"
"Of course, Alice my dear, she is the queen," Hatter said, eyes remaining on the dance floor. Alice watched as the Cheshire Cat appeared to the Queen. Curious, Alice watched as he disappeared into a blue-grey smoke that spun around till it reached the floor. It finally formed to see a male that looked very young teenish with light brown hair and yellow eyes. He was wearing a grey vest over a blue-green silk shirt. His black pants were tucked neatly in the leather boots. He bowed saying in a surprisingly lighter but playful voice, "My queen."
The Queen curtsied and the dance began. More people began to file out onto the floor and dance the same dance. Alice tilted her head watching Cheshire dance with the Queen. She then let out a small, "Huh."
"Hmm?" Hatter said, looking down at her. Alice watched him and said, "I'm surprised, I would have though since he was bigger, his voice would be deeper."
Hatter scoffed and said unintentionally into her hair, "If that human form was his primary form, perhaps. But it is not, for he is a cat after all."
He gently leaned back saying, "Silly Alice."
"I am not silly," Alice said, almost crossly. Hatter chuckled and said, "Silly enough to almost call off a game the night before it happens."
Alice didn't respond until after his voice had become serious, "Are you sure you want to do this? After all, you can call it off if it seems too fishy."
Leaning more against him, Alice said, "it's fine, Jefferson. Once we defeat the queen we'll be able to get home. You can finally get Grace."
Jefferson was quiet while. True, he wanted Grace more than anything. But he would be lying if he said he wouldn't miss Alice. Taking his arm from her grasp, he grasped her hand saying, "Enough of talk of the future. A dance awaits in the now that will not be here for long."
Alice allowed him to lead her to the slow yet cheerful dance. Her long hair was pinned back with ribbons of black and midnight blue. Her dress had a black bodice but with a fairy like skirt with wisps of blue, black, and silver dancing around her knees. Her stockings were black as well as her almost ballet looking shoes. After all it was a ballet dance, one that Alice had seen at many of the parties. But, it was strange, after all the Hatter was so tall. She may have grown during her time her, but he still towered over her. But he didn't seem to care, and soon neither did she. Twirling and swaying about the dance floor, Alice didn't notice the people begin to watch them. She had lost herself in the music playing. It was like she was in her own little world, peaceful. Everyone was in awe; it was a rarity to see the Mage so peaceful.
Alice felt Hatter's hand slip from her own and someone else warmth filling the void. Opening her eyes, she found herself face to face with the Cheshire Cat. Her eyes stared into his playful ones as he spun her gently around the ballroom. Smiling softly, she whispered as she was pulled close, "I didn't realize cats could dance."
Chesshire's grin never faded and said softly, "I've had my share of dancing, but I feel this form is much more… easier to dance with."
Alice giggled and said, "I would imagine you bumping into everyone."
"Of course not, how absurd," Chesshire insisted, "Everyone bumps into me!"
Alice felt him suddenly swirl into the blue grey mist, purposely rushing by her. She turned to see Chesshire's face as he said, "Till another time my dear."
He disappeared altogether and the audience began to clap. Alice turned to look at them all before doing a little flourish and disappearing in a whirl of midnight blue sparkling smoke. She wasn't going far; just enough to hide up in the platform hidden by the twirling fabric decorating the party. Leaning against the cool marble stone, Alice watched the party mingle with one another for some time. That was until…
"Well, well, what a lovely party."
Alice stood up straight, peering down to see everyone scampering to the sides of the courtyard. The Queen stood in the middle of the hall as the man approached. To others, he was a beast, but to Alice he was a man. He didn't know about her except in passing, but she knew of him. His tousled hair, his sharp amber stare, and his somewhat impish nature, Alice looked closer to get a better look at the man she had yet to meet face to face.
"What is it you've come here for, Rumpelstiltskin?" The white queen asked, her voice still soft but not kind. He let out his impish laugh and said, "I just came to see how you were faring in your little game with the Queen of Hearts."
"Fair enough," the White Queen said, folding her hands on her skirts, "Why is that any concern to you?"
"Because," Rumpelstiltskin said, flourishing his hands, "I heard you had a Mage. One that can conquer battlefields of soldiers in a single blow! I wanted to meet said Mage."
Alice would have frowned at the exaggerated rumors if she hadn't been too busy watching him.She felt her stomach go light as well as her heart. She had never thought to have found him here. But unfortunately, Alice knew this was not the right time. Alice watched from her hiding spot, hiding in the shadows. The White Queen did not show worry, while others did. Sighing lightly, the White Queen said, "I'm afraid the Mage is not seeing anyone. She has retired till tomorrow's game."
"Oh dear, oh dearie dear," Rumpelstiltskin said, "I guess I will just have to come back another day. By the way dear, I would be careful tomorrow. The Queen's temper is rather frigid lately and will stop at nothing to win."
"Spying now, are we Miss. Swan?"
Emma scowled upon hearing the voice of the Mayor she hated most. Emma had been sitting in her car across the street from the clothing store that Kathryn and Autumn had entered in not too long ago. Opening her car door, Emma got out to be on the same level as Regina Mills. Regina was standing there calmly as she watched Emma stare at her pointedly.
"If that's what you want to consider it," Emma said, "I prefer the term protective watching…"
"I didn't know there was such a term," Regina said blandly.
"Is there something you want from me?" Emma asked sharply, "Did you come here to order me to stay away from Autumn Doe?"
"Not at all," Regina asked shortly, "I was just about to ask you how they are doing."
Emma looked surprised as Regina waited patiently. Emma breathed in as she said, "The kid is tense. I don't hear conversations, but her body language indicates that much."
"Do they seem to be getting along?"
"Well enough," Emma said, her voice sounding a bit reluctant, "Kathryn seems nice… I wish David would come along though. I'm worried as to how she's going to react to him."
"What makes you think she is going to react to him?" Regina asked, frowning at Emma.
"She just got done with a hospital stent because a man tried to drown her in a bathtub and kicked her repeatedly," Emma said, flatly, "Believe me she is not going to be open to make a connection just yet."
"I know," Regina said, "That's why I chose David and Kathryn. They are both patient and loving."
"And both good friends with you," Emma said, her voice low.
Regina made a face as she said, "Now what is that supposed to mean?"
"Madame Mayor, it is not a secret that you're only doing this because she is the only leverage you have against Mr. Gold," Emma said, her voice cold, "Forgive me if I'm not the least bit suspicious on whether or not you have her best interests at heart."
"Please, as if that is my only leverage against him," Regina said, scoffed, "Mr. Gold and I have been playing this game a long time and I don't need a ten-year-old girl to finish it."
"Then why are you doing this?" Emma asked stoutly.
"The same reason you've been following her around all day," Regina said shortly, "Because maybe I feel badly that she was trapped in a house for weeks because of an argument that she and Henry got into over me!"
Regina sighed deeply, looking tired. Emma watched her with a suspicious look, unsure what to make of Regina's blurt of honest information. Regina ran her hand through her hair as she said, "I am just trying to make this right by my son. Can you honestly tell me that you trust Mr. Gold?"
"I trust that he would do right by her," Emma said, shortly, "He's proven that repeatedly."
Emma's pager went off, causing a flicker of annoyance to cross her face. Regina said, "I would do your job Sheriff. Someone else needs you right now."
Regina walked away, leaving Emma alone. Emma looked back towards the store, a look of protection crossing her face. However she didn't act on it as she got into her car and drove away.
"What do you think of this one?"
Autumn watched as Kathryn pulled a dress off the rack. It was casual one, almost resembling a tunic. It was jade green with blue delicate swirls all over. Autumn wrinkled her nose, however, but said in a quiet respectful tone, "I'm not terrible fond of dresses…"
"Oh," Kathryn said as Autumn gently ran her hand through the clothes rack. Kathryn put it on the rack as she asked slowly, "Well… what do you like? Jeans? Sweaters?"
"Either or… just no skirts please."
Kathryn looked disheartened as she said, "Autumn, honey, they're your clothes. You have a say in what you wear."
"I'm just not used to being in a store," Autumn said, shrugging a bit rigidly, "People usually just get me whatever."
"But this isn't one of those times," Kathryn asked gently, "I would like to know what it is you like to wear."
Kathryn reached for Autumn's shoulder, however the young girl stepped away from her instinctively. Kathryn's heartbreak was visible as Autumn felt a twinge of guilt in her stomach. It wasn't a terrible amount. However, it was enough for Autumn to scrambled for words when she saw Kathryn turn away from her.
"I like… riding."
"Sorry?" Kathryn said looked at Autumn, who was shifting from one foot to another. Alison bit her lip as she said, "I like riding horses and… gardening. So… if we get anything, it has to fit those…"
Kathryn watched the girl a moment, before smiling saying, "Then I think we need to migrate to the pants section…"
S.C
"Miss Blanchard?"
Mary Margaret looked up from her desk, surprised to hear the female voice. Mary Margaret looked up to see Autumn and Kathryn Nolan standing in the doorway. Smiling, Mary Margaret stood up as she said, "Hello. What can I do for you?"
"We are waiting for David," Kathryn admitted, "And Autumn wanted to come stop by and see her classroom."
"Well you are welcome to look around," Mary Margaret said, "I even have your school books if you want to take them and look through them."
Autumn nodded as she wandered around the room. Kathryn's phone rang as she pulled it from her purse. Sighing, Kathryn looked at Autumn as she said, "I will be right back, it's David."
Autumn nodded as Kathryn left the room. Mary Margaret walked around the desk to meet Autumn by the windows. Autumn was staring down at the projects as she said, "The classroom's nice…"
"You've seen it before," Mary Margaret teased lightly, watched the girl carefully.
"I just wanted a break," Autumn admitted, "We've been shopping together all morning."
Mary Margaret nodded, as she said, "It's understandable. So how do you like Kathryn so far?"
"Kathryn's nice," Autumn said, her tense form very apparent, "Nicer than some other foster families I've been at… it's just hard."
"Hard spending time with someone you don't know?"
"Hard spending time with someone when I don't feel… well," Autumn said, crossing her arms to rub them nervously.
Autumn looked so conflicted it broke Mary Margaret' heart. Mary Margaret slowly but surely offered her hand. Autumn looked at a moment before allowing herself to take it. Mary Margaret held it comfortingly as she finally spoke, "I don't know what your other foster families were like. However, we don't expect you to snap back and feel happy. You've been through so much it would be so unfair to try and make you feel when you're not ready."
Autumn looked out the window, her eyes going glassy. Snow noticed but said nothing as Autumn hastily wiped her eyes. She finally looked at Mary Margaret with a vulnerability that made Mary Margaret almost cry.
"But I want to."
Mary Margaret opened her arms to Autumn, who immediately fell into her embrace. Mary Margaret hugged her, soothing away the tension as Autumn cried quietly. Resting her cheek on top of the girl's head, Mary Margaret said sweetly, "Move at your own pace, we want nothing more from you than that. Do that and things will get better."
A good cry seemed to do the young girl good. Mary Margaret felt the tension die out as the girl parted from her. Wiping her eyes, Autumn mumbled, "Sorry."
"Don't apologize," Mary Margaret said, "We all need a good cry ever once in a while."
Autumn allowed a quirky smile to grace her face. The two looked towards the door as Kathryn came back in saying, "Sorry about that. David promised to meet us at the Chinese place later. Everything going alright in here?"
"Everything's okay," Autumn said, her voice on the quiet side. She turned to Kathryn and walked towards her. Kathryn noticed the slight redness around her eyes as she grew closer. Not losing her compassionate smile, Kathryn said, "Why don't you go see Mr. Gold? Miss. Blanchard and I have some things to discuss and I'm sure he's eager to see you."
Autumn looked surprised, as if she hadn't been expecting her to say that. However she seemed to relax a bit and brighten up as she said, "Okay, I'll be back in an hour."
Autumn scampered from the room, obviously happy for a breather. Mary Margaret and Kathryn watched after her for a moment before Kathryn turned back to her sighing. Mary Margaret noticed and she asked, "Long day?"
"It has been difficult," Kathryn admitted, "I feel so horrible that she's so tense. Anything I do only seems to put her off even more."
"Just keep giving her time," Mary Margaret said, "She needs time."
"I know," Kathryn said, "I just wish I was making it better, not making it worse!"
"You're not making it worse," Mary Margaret reassured, "She just needs your patience and love. Once she feels she has it, I feel you two will be inseparable."
S.C.
Autumn wandered around Jefferson's work room, staring at the messy table. Picking up an unfinished hat, she examined it as she suddenly heard him from behind.
"I know you."
Autumn turned around as Jefferson walked out from the shadows. She hadn't realized there was a second door to the room. Jefferson walked around the table she was standing by, staring at her aloofly. Autumn swallowed, knowing she was in for it. Jefferson didn't say anything at first until he said, "You were that girl. That was in the hospital because someone did something unthinkable."
"Jefferson," Autumn said uneasily.
"Which is strange," Jefferson said, choking a bit, "Because she had a friend. A friend with a large house with room to spare that would have been more than happy to keep her away from that imbecile-!"
"Jefferson," Autumn said, brokenly, "He would have killed you if you tried."
Jefferson turned, his green eyes staring at her intently as she put the hat down with shaky hands. She swallowed as she said strangely, "I know, I've seen him do it."
Jefferson watched her as she continued saying with a weak and trembling voice, "I just got you back. I couldn't lose you again, not when I don't have anyone else who-!"
Jefferson was always quick on his feet. He had scooped her up and embraced her tightly. Autumn cried again as he let her sit on the table. Cupping her cheeks, Jefferson said, "It is my honor, my world, my life to protect you and Grace. It isn't your burden to bear, not your worry to keep. Your life is my responsibility. Gold, Emma, Mary Margaret, or this Kathryn Nolan, it doesn't change that fact."
Jefferson kissed her forehead as he said, "I'm the only one who knows your name, Alison Marie. I've every intent on keeping it."
Autumn couldn't help but laugh a bit as Jefferson wiped away her tears. Jefferson's agitation went away as he said, shakily, "Promise never to keep a secret like that from me again. Never."
Autumn nodded as she whispered, "I promise…I promise I won't."
"Good," Jefferson said, "Because I have a surprise for you."
Pulling her off his work table, he took her down the hallway. She was very confused as he took her to a whole different part of the house. Taking her through a small sitting room, she found herself staring towards the balcony doors that were open. There, sat Belle French, reading a book in a cozy chair.
"Belle!" Autumn said, surprised. Jefferson smiled as Belle jumped a bit. Closing her book, Belle's face lit up as Jefferson said, "I'll leave you alone to talk."
Jefferson disappeared as Autumn watched Belle jump towards her. Autumn jumped herself when Belle immediately wrapped her arms around her in a ferocious hug. Autumn froze, unsure of what to do. Belle spoke first, saving Autumn the trouble of deciding.
"I heard the nurses say that he got you," Belle sniffled, "I thought…"
"I'm fine," Autumn said, "Are you?"
"Yes," Belle pulled away and looked at Autumn with a bright look, "Jefferson saved me from the room while you were in the hospital. I've been staying her ever since."
Autumn nodded, approving of Jefferson's quick action. Belle light pushed Autumn's hair away from her face. Her eyes shined with sadness as she noticed the bandage on her forehead. Belle trembled and Autumn felt a rush of discomfort swimming to the surface.
"I'm fine," Autumn said, "Really."
Belle didn't seem convinced but Autumn quickly walked past her and over to where Belle was sitting on the balcony. Taking the sit opposite of Belle's, Autumn asked, "So… why were you in the asylum anyway?"
"I really don't remember much of the official reasons," Belle said coming back over, "Let's just say that my father and I don't see eye to eye on things."
"Who's your father?"
"Moe French," Belle muttered under her breath, "Owner of the flower shop. Doesn't act like much of a father though…"
A dark look crossed her blue eyes before she shook her head. Autumn could help but notice that she was much prettier in person than the drawings in the book. It wasn't a wonder that Gold was so taken by her. Guilt stabbed her again as Autumn said, "I have to go."
Belle looked surprised, sadness entering her features. Autumn quickly responded, "I told my… new foster mom I would only be gone an hour and there is someone else I have to see. I will be back soon."
"Oh, alright," Belle said, "See you soon."
S.C.
"Are you mad at me?"
Mr. Gold didn't even bother to look up from his books as Regina approached him with a smug look upon her face. Scribbling something on a form, Mr. Gold said, "And why would I bother being mad at you, Your Majesty? That would mean giving you the time of day."
Regina let out a cold laugh and said, "Oh you are mad."
"And just what would I be mad about," Mr. Gold asked, almost crossly. Dropping his pen deliberately, he looked up at Regina with an impassive face. She gently flicked the mobile hanging over one of the display cases, not looking at him. But it didn't stop her from talking.
"For having someone take Autumn before you could," Regina said mockingly. Mr. Gold's reaction was a delayed one, but one that Regina didn't want to see. A smirk, that all knowing I-just-out-smarted-you-smirk. Mr. Gold chuckled and said, "Oh don't worry your pretty little head about that, as far as I'm concerned Autumn is safe."
"Oh?" Regina said, dangerous now, "Do you forget that I'm Kathryn Nolan's friend, if anyone has power over that child it will be me!"
"Not to be rude, Your Majesty, but no one has power over that child," Mr. Gold said, coldly, "She's as stubborn as you and I combined and hates you with a living passion. Or did you forget that your little hissy fit with Miss. Swan nearly broke off her and Henry's friendship?"
"Nearly being the key word," Regina taunted and Gold shot back, "Autumn doesn't forgive easily so don't you get cocky."
"It doesn't matter if she forgives me," Regina said, "Kathryn Nolan will do anything I suggest and even if that means suggesting that she keep Autumn away from you."
"And I will tell Kathryn all of your dirty secrets!"
The bell rang again as the door shut, revealing Autumn standing there in her usual jeans and sweat shirt. She looked agitated as she glared at Regina. Regina leaned back against his counter and said mockingly, "and just what secrets are those dear?"
"How about the one with Graham," Autumn said crossly, "you didn't even bother to check that Henry and I were sleeping. Now I suggest unless you want more secrets flying out into the open, you back off. My life is not a game to be toyed with and I'm sick of having to deal with people's problems! Now do me a favor and get out of here, I want to talk to him alone!"
Regina seemed to be humbled as her mocking expression died into one of sadness. It would have shocked Autumn more if she hadn't been so angry. Instead, it seemed to have soothed her temper some as Regina said, "I understand. I will talk to you later Mr. Gold."
Regina left without another word, the bell ringing behind her. Mr. Gold looked amused and said, "Well, you seem rather blunt this morning."
"I'm not dealing with her, not today," Autumn said shortly. Walking over to the desk, she jumped up onto the stool, sitting comfortably. Mr. Gold leaned back and said, "So what is it you wanted to talk about dearie?"
"Kathryn," Autumn asked, "What do you know about her?"
"Wife of David Nolan, she's works at a rather successful jewelry store that her father owns," Mr. Gold said, "Just recently met Regina and have been good friends for a while."
"Are they friends in Fairytale Land?" asked Autumn and Mr. Gold looked even more amused.
"Fairytale Land," mused Mr. Gold.
"Well what else would you like me to call it," Autumn said, rolling her eyes, "As far as I'm concerned, it's a land filled with fairytales. Hence, Fairytale Land."
Mr. Gold chuckled and said, "No, Kathryn is not friends with Regina in Fairytale Land."
"Are you mocking me?" Autumn said, hints of teasing entering her tone. He stood up leaning on his cane saying, "I wouldn't dream of it, dearie. I certainly wouldn't want to be on your bad side."
"Mhm," Autumn said, followed by a sigh, "I don't like this."
"Don't like what?" Gold asked looking at her intently and Autumn said, "I don't like having her so close in control. All she needs is one word and I'm back to Boston."
"I told you, that won't happen," Mr. Gold said, "This was only a minor setback to my plan."
"Yeah, but are you able to do that plan with her constantly barging in to taunt," Autumn asked, and Gold made a face. He could, but it would be rather difficult. And he was somewhat concerned that Regina would do whatever she could do to interfere with his plan concerning Autumn. He then looked over at her and asked, "Then what do you consider we do? I don't think Emma is too willing to help me right now."
"Especially after the whole Sheriff deal and owing you a favor," Autumn said, grinning, "You're terrible with people. Is it that hard to play nice?"
"Yes it is," Gold said, somewhat tersely, "Now dearie, what do you suggest I do?"
"Well," Autumn said, somewhat delicately, "There is someone that can help you. Someone who hates Regina just as much as you."
Autumn leaned forward and said, "Someone who still remembers the life before this one."
"No," Mr. Gold had straighten up and gone rigid. Autumn just grinned as he said, "Absolutely not, I will not work with him, dearie."
"Oh come on," Autumn said, grinning still. She was very much amused. "I'm not asking you to get along; I'm telling you to have him distract Regina."
"I'm not owing him any favors," Mr. Gold growled and Autumn said, "You won't owe him anything. Trust me; he'll be doing this for me not you."
"And how did you come to meet that man?" Mr. Gold asked and Autumn said, "His name is Jefferson, and I met him in the woods. He was lonely so I kept going to visit him. Just do it, you need Regina off your back."
"Fine," Gold said, "Fine, but you owe me dearie. And my price for this will be a bit steeper."
"Mmm," Autumn watched him walk over to one of the glass cases. Part of her wanted to laugh, but thought better against it. She watched him for a minute as he took something out of the glass case. Biting her lip, Autumn asked, "I have a question. What does magic feel like?"
Mr. Gold stopped, and glanced back at Autumn. Putting the object, Mr. Gold examined her cautiously. She had a curious look on her face as she watched him intently. Letting out a big sigh, Gold said, "Magic is different with each person, Autumn."
"What does yours feel like?" Autumn asked hopefully. Mr. Gold turned to her and said, "Why do you want to know?"
"I'm curious," Autumn said, "as to how it makes someone feel to have that kind of power."
Mr. Gold gently pushed her bangs out of her face after he came over to her and said, "Magic, well my magic, is tempting, strong, and willful. I can do anything I please except for a few exceptions. But all magic comes at a price."
"Yours was your mortality," Autumn said softly. She almost looked sad and Gold nodded. He leaned on his cane saying, "It slowly makes you less human, less emotion. It makes you a monster."
"But it doesn't totally destroy you," Autumn said, "I mean, you loved Belle. And your son; real monsters wouldn't love anyone."
"I let them go," Mr. Gold said, heavily and Autumn said sharply, "Because you were scared, because you were hurt. That had nothing to do with being the dark one; that's being human. Which only proves that you're not a monster."
Mr. Gold chuckled and said, "If only it were that simple."
Autumn didn't say anything more on that but looked down at her hand. She then looked back up at him and asked, "Would I be able to use magic?"
"What?" He was taken aback by that question. Autumn was looking curious again and he asked, "Why would you want to know that?"
"Because," Autumn said, "I want to know if I could use it. If I was in Fairytale Land, that is."
"I wouldn't let you," Mr. Gold said sharply but then softened at her disappointed look. This child was going to be the death of him. He then took her hand saying, "But knowing can't hurt."
Autumn looked at him strangely and asked, "How will staring at my hand tell you?"
"Not necessarily the hand dear," he said, amusement creeping back into his voice. He was tracing something on her hand, observing. Autumn felt tingling that had nothing to do with magic but more being ticklish. Biting her lip, she watched him even though his expression was impassive. Finally letting go of her hand, he stared at her saying, "How very queer."
"What?" Autumn asked.
"Your compatibility for it is actually rather high," Mr. Gold said, "It's unusual for anyone looking to do magic to have it that high to begin with."
"Interesting," Autumn said, looking at her hand. She snapped her fingers; nothing happened. Mr. Gold chuckled and said, "There is no magic in this world dear. Which is a consolation to me, since I'd rather you not have to pay the price for magic."
"I've already paid the price," Autumn thought but did not communicate. Instead she allowed him to keep talking, "I would get back to Kathryn, she's probably wondering where you are."
"Oh she knows I'm here," Autumn said, "But I should probably get back. She'll be done with her meeting soon."
"Off with you then," Mr. Gold said, not unkindly, "I'd rather not keep Mrs. Nolan waiting."
Autumn hopped off her stool and walked out of his shop. As she opened the door, she smiled warmly and left. Shutting the door, she glanced through the glass to see him walking back towards his desk. She then turned and hurried back, the smile still lingering on her face.
Alice stood next to the Hatter as the Queen's troops fought those of the Queen of Hearts. Alice was wearing a blue cloak that barely touched her ankles. The field was long and the two of them stood on one of the cliffs surrounding the area. The Queen of White was watching on a higher cliff with her council as the Queen of Hearts stood with hers on the cliff completely opposite. She sat high and rigid as Hatter said, "All seems normal."
"As normal as anything I suppose," Alice said, in distaste. She then sighed saying, "I still don't like this."
"Neither do I," Jefferson mumbled, "but here we are."
Alice nodded but then gasped. Hatter looked at her asking, "Alice what's wrong."
But his question didn't need to be answered with words.
The field began to slowly freeze, all the troops first being stuck to the ground. The air had suddenly gone an unhealthy cold. The White Queen looked startled but then looked horrified. The hatter looked shocked but angrier. Everyone bellow had frozen as ice except for one person. She was wearing white fir that covered her white dress. She chuckled and said, "Well, well, Queen of White. It had been a long time."
The Hatter jumped down and Alice followed him. The two of them walked without issue towards the Snow Queen, who looked intrigued. Straightening up, the Snow Queen said, "Hello Hatter. Looking as…crazy as usual."
"Hello, Snow Queen," Hatter said, almost in a growl, "I believe your interfering."
"Hardly," Snow Queen said smiling, "I came to identify the Mage for the Queen of Hearts."
"And it is the Hatter!" The Knave of Hearts proclaimed loudly, saying the Queen of Hearts words for her, "Finish him, Morgana!"
"Oh it's not the Hatter," Morgana said, turning to face the queen, "For two reasons, the first being that like your little Alice, the Hatter is not from here. Second being many of your knights informed that the Hatter was fighting in the last battle while the Mage took down your fort."
"So then your plan didn't work! The Mage isn't here!" Knave cried out, speaking the Queen's anger. Morgana said smiling wickedly, "Oh no; you see, I've clearly identified the Mage."
The air suddenly got tense as warm air crackled through the cold. Hatter turned to see Alice standing there the air beginning to suck in towards her. Hatter ducked down as Morgana looked towards Alice with a dark smile. The Queen of Heart pulled off her veil shooting to her feet. Her eyes were wide with shock and mingled with anger. She then said softly, "No…"
Suddenly the air stopped and then exploded. The ice shattered, freeing the soldiers locked in ice. Morgana was blasted backwards into a wall but wasn't displeased. In fact she looked rather happy with the outcome. The knights of heart and white collapse, but Alice pointed her finger at Morgana. Magic had started to form in a ball of electricity. Glaring at Morgana, Alice said, "Concede."
Morgana chuckled and said, "Consider me conceded."
"-and Auntie Dinah let me play with finger paints on the table!" Danny's voice sounded excited as Autumn listened to him on the phone. "We can do lots of stuff now he's gone."
"I bet," Autumn said into the phone.
"Can you do lots of stuff now that you out of the 'ospital?"
"Kinda," Autumn said, looking around at her new room.
"Now now, Danny. It's time for you to go to bed."
"Okay. Bye Audum. Auntie wants to talk to you!"
Autumn giggled a bit as Dinah said, "He's a happy little boy. He misses his mom terribly but he's so happy that Darren is gone."
"I know," Autumn said.
"Promise me you'll take care Autumn. I know that we couldn't do much, but there are a lot of people at the White Rabbit happy that he's gone and you've found a home that treats you right."
"It's not a permanent one," Autumn protested.
"No, but it definitely a right start in the right direction. Promise to try and make the most of it?"
"I'll try," Autumn said, "Goodnight, Dinah."
"Goodnight, little miss genius."
Autumn hung up the phone, smiling weakly. Staring down at the bed, she saw the wooden box that Emma had dropped off earlier. It was the protector of all her prized possessions. Thankfully, Darren hadn't found it on his rampage through her stuff. Most of it had been ruined. However, Kathryn more than made up for what she had lost.
"Autumn."
Autumn looked up from her trance to see Kathryn opening the door to the newly decorated room. The chest from the old house sat in the corner of her room. The bed sheets were dark blue with silver stars embroidered on the comforter. The closet was open revealing her clothes and there was a bag sitting by a new desk sitting along one of the walls. There was a rug on the floor with blue silver and gold designs, completing the look. Autumn shook her hair out and asked, "Yeah?"
"Henry is here to see you," Kathryn said, "Can he come talk to you?"
"Yes," Autumn said with a sigh, "He can."
Kathryn disappeared, which allowed Henry to enter the room. He was looked at Autumn hesitantly. He had gone to visit her at the hospital, but wasn't allowed in. Between the Evil Queen taking him everywhere, he couldn't escape long to sneak in to see her either. Shutting the door, Henry looked at her warily he asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Better being out of the hospital," Autumn said stiffly, "What do you want?"
"…I'm sorry," Henry said, biting his lip briefly, "I didn't mean to give up… I just didn't want anyone else getting hurt."
"People are going to get hurt," Autumn said with a sigh, "Fighting Regina or not."
"I know, I know that now," Henry said, walking closer, "I'm sorry."
"I know," Autumn said with a sigh, "and I forgive you."
Henry smiled with relief and Autumn couldn't help but smile back. She then sat up straight and said, "Come here I want to show you something."
Henry went over to her bed and sat down on it. She pulled a chain from around her neck to see a golden key. She twisted the box around and Henry noticed something on her face.
"I didn't know you wore glasses."
Autumn looked at Henry before adjusting the golden rimmed glasses that were sitting somewhat low on her nose. She then said, "Yes, I need them for reading."
Autumn then went to unlock the box. Henry took in the box as quickly as he could. The top was intricately carved and held much detailing. The wood was soft and light in color. It didn't look new, but was still in very good condition. Autumn unlocked it and opened it to reveal a bunch of loose pictures. One was in a picture frame with a girl of the age of five and a man holding her on his lap. He was grinning, sitting on a stone wall of sorts. Henry picked it up and said, "Is that your dad?"
"Yes," Autumn said quietly, "That's him."
"The picture can stand you know, "Henry said, fingering the stand on the back of the frame, "You should keep the picture out. So you always have him next to you."
"I don't know," Autumn said, looking rather wary. Henry shook his head and placed it promptly on the rather decent sized window sill. He then said, "I know it's weird, especially since your last homes weren't so nice, but you should give Mrs. Nolan a chance. She really is nice. I mean I know she and David aren't really married-."
"What?" Autumn asked, confused and Henry explained, "David Nolan is actually Prince Charming. Kathryn Nolan is actually King Midas's daughter Abigail."
"Oh, well that answers on who they really are," Autumn said, before picking up the pictures. She was kinda put off by that piece of information. That wasn't going to end well once the curse broke completely. As she pulled out the picture, she revealed another item hidden in the box: the book Once Upon a Time.
But hers was different.
The book was of black leather, which looked far less beat up. The book was long length wise than width (while his was the other way around). It was big like his, but he noticed hers seemed thicker. Also, on the cover of her book he noticed the author's name.
"Kinsleigh," Henry said as Autumn took the book out, "It's the same author as mine. But why does it look different?"
"Because your book is older," Autumn said, gingerly holding the book, "Mine has all those stories and more."
"There's more?!" Henry said, his eyes going wide and voice excited. Autumn nodded and said, "There's more. He had started making this one, but died before bringing it here."
"Wait," Henry said, staring at her, "So how did you end up with this book?"
"Because," Autumn said with a sigh, "My father was the author."
