TemperanceTales: I do not own Once Upon a Time in anyway shape or form and I give full credit to the creators. I don't own any fairytales not done in the show either and give credit to respectful owners. I give credit to Bizzarieve for all the help. Happy Holidays everyone! Sorry this is so late but I hadn't had the time to finish it.

Chapter Thirty: Unchangeable

Jane stood in her room, staring out the window lost.

They had found Peter Pan. He was now resting in the Recovery room, still very much unconscious. Part of her was relieved and the other part worried. He had gone after Alison. So far, this mysterious Anti-Magic user had focused their attention on the youngest Mage. It was alarming and concerning. Closing her eyes, she focused her magic in one particular location. It took a little while as she felt herself being pulled elsewhere. It was a struggle, getting into that house was always a struggle. But she had to try, she needed to talk to him. Opening her eyes she found herself inside the main entry way of the Kinsleigh house.

It was just like she remembered. The large stairwell, the soft glowing light from the windows. Even the long mirror she hated still stood on the wall, revealing her appearance. Her hair was down, framing her face gently. Her shirt was slightly oversized and button up. Her trousers were skinny and grayish brown. She even looked like how she normally looked. The nostalgia made her heart ache, but she didn't have time for things like that. Walking up the stairs, Jane breathed heavily. His anger was radiating as she climbed the stairs, he was definitely here. Tears threatened her eyes but she shook her head ferociously. Now was not the time to be getting upset, she needed him. Finally reached the top of the stairs, Jane found herself peeking into his office.

Sure enough there he sat, reading a newspaper with a white face. His jaw was set and his eyes hard. It was like he was in a disturbed trance. The lump in her throat all the more apparent as Jane swallowed and said, "Baelfire."

Baelfire glanced at her and froze. His eyes looked at her in disbelief, clenching the newspaper. He finally shut the newspaper with a snap, looking defeated. He stood up as Jane walked in with soft feet. He then threw the newspaper on the table, the front page very much visible. Jane's face fell to see the title: Abuse in Storybrooke. Baelfire leaned back against the wall and said, "I don't know what's worse: not one person in three years ever got slightly suspicious with a kid running around town at odd hours or some sicko actually wrote about it!"

"Both," Jane said sadly, picking up the newspaper, "Both are equally disgusting."

Jane threw it in the trash bin and said, "Alison will flip if she finds that here…"

"Well she's not here," Baelfire shot, his angry eyes never breaking contact, "And I'm assuming you're not actually here either?"

"No, Astral Drop," Jane said softly, "It's the only way I can leave."

Jane looked pained and said, "Look, Bae, I swear I didn't know this was happening. You have to believe I wouldn't have let it, Mage or not."

"You wouldn't let this happen, but you'd let her become the Mage of Wonderland," Baelfire said scoffing. Jane felt a rush of anger burn inside her. Glaring intensely at him, she barely noticed the guilt in his eyes as she thundered, "How DARE you! You think I wanted any child to become a Mage?! Of course not! I was mortified when we discovered that Alison turned out to be a child from the future. A child we could have potentially saved from everything that was to happen, only to have failed!"

Jane turned only to have Bae grab her arm. Coming around the desk, Baelfire refused to let her go even as she tried pulling her arm away. His face still showed anger, but his voice was less callous, "You should have told me. I deserved to a least have known. I am her father!"

"You think I don't know that?" Jane sounded wretched, "Come on, Bae. You really think I would deliberately leave you in the dark?"

Baelfire sighed deeply, the anger deflating from him. Staring down at her wistfully, Baelfire said, "No…never."

Baelfire leaned back, resting against the desk. Jane saw the turmoil in his eyes. Remembering why she came here in the first place, Jane said, "We found Peter…"

Baelfire looked up at her, sharpness returning to his eyes. Jane crossed her arms and said, "He fell through our mirror, unconscious. He was hurt pretty bad; the anti-magic residue was still radiating off him. Ryaden is healing him while Tzila is researching with Ozzie. It's really dark, Bae."

"Figures," Baelfire muttered, "I felt it coming into town… So how long till he wakes up?"

"Not for some time," Jane said, wiping her eyes, "But then again, this is Peter we're talking about."

"Down one minute, up in the next," Baelfire said, "I know."

"Baelfire," Jane said hesitantly, "Why did you come here?"

Baelfire's eyes glimmered darkly as he stared at her hardly. Jane swallowed, knowing his anger was festering. Crossing his arms, Baelfire said shortly, "So I'm getting this from you too?"

"I am asking for different reasons," Jane said exasperated.

"I am here to finish my task," Baelfire said, "To observe the stories I am assigned to."

"Then you have no idea who's doing this?"

"I can't answer and you know that," Baelfire said.

"Baelfire, this person has gone after Alison twice now!" Jane cried out, "Once with Peter and another directly-!"

"And I will protect her!" Baelfire growled, "Like any parent should do!"

Jane froze, her eyes wide. Baelfire winced, looking immediately guilty. Her eyes went glassy as Baelfire said, "Jane, I didn't mean it like that-!"

"Alison gets off school in an hour," Jane interrupted brokenly, "You should stop by and pick her up. Since that's what parents do."

Jane opened her eyes, back in her own room alone. Sighing, Jane sunk into the chair closest to her. A rather draining feeling encompassed her as she rubbed her temples. It was a disaster, everything was a disaster. Even with getting Peter back, nothing seemed to have changed. There was a slightly tinkling and Jane looked up to see a sparkling little pixie fly through the slightly open window. Extending her hand, Jane said as Tink stood on her hand, "Hello, Tinkerbelle. Any change?"

Tink shook her head, her wings dropping. Jane's heart dropped and she sighed shakily. Gently moving her hand up as if to give Tink a bit of a start, Jane watched Tink flying into the air slowly. She watched Tink a moment longer and said, "Keep an eye on him for me. I have some things to take care of."


Alison sat, pretending to read a book as others finished the test. She sat on the window sill, feeling the warm air from the window behind her. She had finished almost 45 minutes ago. Others around her were finishing up, frowning and sighing softly. Her mind was far away from the test, focused more on the information Sofronia had told her.

Jane was locked up in the manor. Why? What could she have possibly done to be put under such guard? Even the troublemaking mages weren't punished like that. Not unless they broke the Council Rules. And if she was imprisoned in the manor, how did she visit her bedroom not too long ago? Puzzled, Alison stared at the one page for a very long time as Snow White passed her by. Giving her knee a squeeze, Snow White smiled before walking back to the front of the classroom. Sighing, Alison watched her for a brief moment before staring back down at her book.

Her dad had not been to see her. Gold had told her about her father's blow up with Ryaden the night before. He knew she was alive and here, but he still hadn't come. Perhaps he didn't want to? Maybe her newfound magic now changed his attitude towards her. Her eyes burned at that thought. It was not a happy thought to have. There was shuffling of chairs as students began to pass the test in. Autumn tossed her hair back, adjusting her glasses on her face. Closing her book, she watched the classmates handing in their tests. The bell rang loud, signaling the end of the day. Alison walked back to her seat, grabbing her backpack. She slung it over her shoulder and walked out of the classroom quickly.

Snow watched sadly as Autumn left without another word. She had hoped to try and talk to her. Ever since they had found out her father had been alive, the little girl had been distant. She didn't blame her, but she missed the days where she smiled and had fun in her classroom. The students filed out, waving goodbye as Snow White put all the tests in a large envelope. She had been so preoccupied in her thoughts that she barely noticed the man coming into the room.

"Excuse me?"

"Ah!" Snow twirled around to see Baelfire Kinsleigh standing there. He smiled weakly as he said, "I'm sorry to bother you. But I hear you are my daughter's teacher."

"I am," Snow said, taken aback, "Mr. Kinsleigh. What brings you to my classroom?"

"I wanted to talk about… how she is doing in class," Baelfire said awkwardly. Snow smiled sympathetically as she said gently, "I feel that's not the only thing you want to know."

"No," Baelfire sounded wretched, "No it's not."

He leaned against a desk, looking miserable as he sighed. Snow waited patiently as Baelfire said, "I don't even know where to begin… Just days ago, she wasn't even alive and now she is…"

His voice trailed away, his eyes tormented. Snow bit her lip before saying, "Well, in school she is a joy to have. She is very bright, very smart. In math, she's actually way beyond a fifth grade level."

"What do you mean?" Baelfire asked.

"Autu-Alison," Snow corrected herself, "She technically tested in at a sixth-grade level for most things. For math, I've been giving her eight-grade level work."

Baelfire looked surprised, the emotions flicking in his eyes from pride to curiosity.

"So why is she still in fifth grade? Why not start her in sixth?"

"She struggles in the social emotional area," Snow said, "She is very quiet, very withdrawn at times. She has very few people she interacts with and we thought it would be too anxiety inducing to start her in a grade where she didn't have any friends."

"Does she have friends?" Baelfire asked, hesitantly.

"Of course she does," Snow said gently, "She has Henry and Paige in this class. She made friends with Ava and Nicholas in another. She is making good progress in working with other groups of children. I wouldn't be worried about it."

Baelfire got up, looking lost. Running his hand through his dark hair, he wandered over to the window. Staring out of it, Baelfire frowned wearily.

"Sorry," Baelfire said, "I just… I don't even know what to do."

"Right now?" Snow said, "Go to her."

"Does she even want to see me?"

Snow scoffed and said, "Would I honestly suggest it if she didn't want to talk to you?"

"No, no you wouldn't," Baelfire said. His phone buzzed and he took it out to see a message. Stowing it away, Baelfire said, "Well thank you for meeting with me. I know I kind of ambushed you out of the blue."

"It's not a problem," Snow said, "I hope this won't be the last time we meet."

Baelfire smiled and said, "I highly doubt it will be. Excuse me."

Baelfire swept out of the room and into the hallway. Pulling out his phone, Baelfire clicked a button before saying into the phone, "Vespera, is it ready?"

"Yes, Creator. Are you sure this is wise?"

"The plan hasn't changed, Vespera. Do it."

"Consider it done."

Her voice chilled him as he hung up the phone. Baelfire walked down the stairs of the school and onto the lawn. Sighing shakily, Baelfire stopped on the lawn. He wanted to find her. He really did. However, he couldn't forget his mission. Dialing his phone again, he lifted it to his ear again. Waiting a moment, he said, "It's been done. Now do your part and we'll be square."


Regina was standing at the desk, holding the ring in her fingertips. She was standing in her office, the outside light shining in. She just had to pick a fight with the child. It frustrated her to no end to have that child place herself in the middle of everything, with Henry right next to her to top it all off. The thought of Henry let a flood of emotions take over: jealousy, anger, misery, and aghast. She wanted him back, she had to get him back. But she needed magic first; she needed reassurance that sheriff wouldn't be able to take her son again.

"Plotting away, Queenie?"

Regina clenched the ring in her hand before turning to see Ryaden walk in. Regina then turned to face the man completely. Ryaden was leaning on the doorframe, smoking his cigar. Hiding her hands behind her back, Regina watched the Mage of the Isle pull the cigar away from his mouth. Regina scowled and said, "It's none of your business. Didn't your public service training as a Social Worker ever teach you not to smoke in a public building?"

"You sound like my wife," Ryaden said, flicking his cigar, "But I digress…"

He made his cigar disappear before entering the room saying, "You'll never get anywhere by being angry, Regina. Especially since half the community is still sleeping and it won't do you any good to be breaking the curse completely, now would it?"

"Well it's hard to be the friendly diplomat when my son's been taken from me," Regina said coldly, "No thanks to you all."

"We did what was best for Henry," Ryaden said, shortly, "Since you no longer have his safety or best interest in your queenly brain, we found someone who will."

"His biological mother, who threw him away," scoffed Regina, her air of superiority remaining, "Yes that was a fantastic choice!"

"You've put that boy through endless emotional abuse, all because you wanted to win," Ryaden said, his voice filled with mockery. He then took a few steps towards the couch and said, "You were being selfish."

"Taunt me all you want Mage, but I hold the upper hand here," Regina said with a smirk, "I will tell you now: no one will be getting back home. I made sure of that if I go down everyone comes down with me."

"And why is that?" Ryaden asked, his eyes slightly narrowed, "Why are you so overconfident that you will win."

"Because," Regina said, coming around behind her desk, "I made a deal with someone that ensures my victory. Someone that you mages and the dark one knows well."

Regina leaned back in the chair as dangerous chill went through the room. Crossing her legs, Regina continued, "Someone who can use both magic and anti-magic, someone truly neutral."

Ryaden narrowed his eyes as he said, "So it is her. Are you telling me you made a deal with that woman, Queenie? Don't you know she cares nothing for the people she works with. If you're not careful she'll send you and everyone you care about to the gates of the netherworld! It's a good thing we took that boy from you!"

"I don't care if she doesn't invite me over for tea," mocked Regina, dangerously staring at the Snow Queen, "The only thing I care about is getting my magic and my son back. And believe me, when I get one I will get the other."

Ryaden watched Regina with a look of disapproval. Shaking his head slightly, Ryaden mocked before disappearing in a whirl of smoke, "If you need magic to get that kid back, then you will never truly have him."


"My goodness, what is the noise going on outside?" Kathryn asked, hearing the noise outside the office. She and her assistant were sorting through papers as the heater warmed the office. Pulling her sweater closed, Dottie said, "It sounds like the kids, I heard today was one of their important tests today."

"Wow, is it that late in the year already?" Kathryn said peeking out the window. She watched the children run down the streets. Dottie nodded and said with a huff, "Yes, but you could never tell with the weather as of late. Did you see the news this morning? We've got cold weathering coming over the next week. I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up with snow!"

"I highly doubt that," Kathryn said walking back over to the desk. Sitting down, she pushed her hair back as she started typing on the computer. Her blue eyes were distant, almost sad looking. Dottie didn't seem to notice as she walked over to the filing cabinet saying, "I'll get the forms ready for tomorrow. We've got the Mallory's family order in finally and Gold's order is being processed."

"Alright," Kathryn said, distracted still, "You do that."

Dottie walked out of the office, taking a stack of files with her. Kathryn typed away on the computer when she suddenly had a screen pop up. It was a square box as the words appeared with a picture coming up in a new window: Recognize her? Kathryn stared at the picture to see a girl with very long hair in blue flannel pajama's with herself embracing the child. Staring in confusion, Kathryn couldn't quite place where she had seen this child before. Typing back in the chat box, Kathryn wrote Who are you? A few moments passed before she saw three little words appear: A new friend.

Kathryn then had the chat box disappear and Kathryn tried to get it back but failed. She then stared at the picture with confusion. Who was this child? She wouldn't have been bothered if it hadn't been the fact she was in the picture. Leaning over, Kathryn grabbed the phone and dialed the sheriff's number. Glancing at the scene with worry, she couldn't help but wonder why the child's blue eyes looked so familiar.

"Emma," Snow White said exasperated as the stations phone rang. Emma looked harassed as she said, "Look, now is not the time to be having this discussion!"

"But-!" Snow White started but Emma picked up the phone and said, "Hello, Sheriff's Station."

Emma's face remained impassive as she listened and she said, "I see, do you still have the picture?"

There was a pause as Snow White and Charming exchanged glances. Emma then picked up the keys from her desk she said, "I'll be right over. Don't touch anything with the computer okay?"

Emma hung up and said, "Stay here and answer the phones, I will be back soon."

"What's going on? Emma!" Snow White said as Emma went storming out of the room. Charming sighed as Snow paced back and forth exasperated and hurt. Crossing his arms, Charming said, "I told you not to push it Snow. She's not a little child, Snow."

"But we still need to talk about this," Snow said, sounding hurt, "She's been avoiding us!"

"But we need to let her come to us!" Charming said, "She is a grown woman now, it's not like she was going to come, save us, and we go live happily ever after. She has been alone for years, and she's used to relying on herself. She's not going to jump into this conversation until she's ready to have it."

"I know, I know," Snow White said sadly, wringing her hands, "I just want my family back."

"And so do I," Charming said, leaning over and wrapping his arms around her, "But we need to take it one step at a time."

Kissing her softly, Charming said, "It'll be alright, she will come to us. Just give her time."


Alison sat on the swing as she watched the other kids walking along the sidewalks with family. Henry had a Doctor Hopper appointment, Grace went off to find her father, and the twins were having a meeting with the Principal of the school. Snow White had let them out a little bit early, hurrying off somewhere. So she had come here, her thought's deep and concerning. Her father still hadn't showed up. It hurt her; she thought he would come looking for her now he knew. Perhaps her being the Mage of Wonderland was too much for him? Maybe he didn't want anything to do with magic anymore. Swinging her legs slightly, Alison didn't notice the man coming up behind her. August gripped her swing's chains and said, "You're a hard girl to find."

Alison looked up at him with surprised eyes. He then smiled weakly but did not get one in return. Instead, Alison looked ahead and said softly, "I've been no harder to find. I've been doing everything I did before this all happened."

August smile wavered as Alison stopped on the swing. He then said, his voice constricted, "Why didn't you tell me who you were? Why?"

"As far as I was concerned, you were long gone," Alison said, not looking at him, "I told the orphanage about you and they claimed they couldn't find you. To be honest, I was angry that you never came looking for me. Or that you didn't recognize me either."

"I thought you were dead," August said urgently, "If I had known you were still alive, I would have never stopped looking for you."

Alison watched him for a moment and slightly bit her lip. She had no clue as to how to respond, just shuffled her feet in the dirt. August reached out and pulled her into a hug. August felt his heart constrict, remembering the horrible feeling when he had looked upon the home. Finding her jacket with all that blood had been devastating. He felt he had failed miserably. Had he known… August hugged her tighter.

Alison was frozen for a moment, before allowing him to hug her. She wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes. She missed it, she missed it terribly. All she had to say was this:

"Where is he?"

August winced, knowing well what she was talking about. August released her and stood up saying, "He's been busy moving in, and dealing with a couple of things. Don't worry Lizzie; he'll come around for you soon."

Alison's heart broke; there was something in his tone that showed that he was hiding something. Something he probably didn't want to tell her. Her shoulders slumped and August looked pained. She knew how to target the bad very well. But before August could even comfort her, his cell phone buzzed. Alison spotted Ryaden, who was waiting by the fence expectantly. August checked his phone to see Baelfire's message. Gritting his teeth again, August pocketed the phone saying, "Look-."

"I know, I got to go too," Alison said, shouldering her backpack. Her eyes were prickling with heat, tears threatening to fall. August stopped her though and said, "Meet me somewhere later. Maybe Granny's?"

"No," Alison said her mind wheeling as Emma looked really worried, "I mean yeah, sure. I'll probably be there tomorrow morning."

Alison then ran off towards Ryaden as August watched her go. His expression went from pained to alarmed. Narrowing his eyes, he glared at Ryaden and Ryaden glared back. He wanted to do something, to race out and grab Alison away from him. However Ryaden's glared iced him to the spot, it's threatening nature overwhelming him. He couldn't do anything to Ryaden if he tried, as much as it pained him to admit it. August heard his cellphone buzzed and August scowled. Hurrying away, August left Alison and Ryaden alone.

"What are you doing here?" Alison asked shortly.

"Rude greeting," Ryaden said, "I've been getting a lot of those today. We gotta talk."

"About what?" Alison asked.

"Have you talked to your old man yet?"

"No," Alison said slowly.

"I need you to do something for me," Ryaden said, pulling out an object. It was a crystal, clear and glowing faintly. Alison looked confused as she said, "Is that-?"

"Compressed Anti-Magic Crystal? Yeah," Ryaden said, looking at it, "It is. I need you to compare this to your old man's house. He'll be coming for you soon, I'm sure of it."

"You're still questioning whether he has something to do with this," Alison said, angrily.

"And this will clear him if he's not," Ryaden said shortly, "This belonged to an Anti-Magic user that we encountered long ago. This will alert you to the presence of her Anti-magic. The higher the concentration, the brighter it will glow."

"I'm getting tired of being your errand girl," Alison snapped, "Especially since you all are keeping secrets. Like Jane being imprisoned."

Ryaden narrowed his eyes but didn't argue with her. Alison glared back at him as Ryaden said, "That matter is restricted by the Master's spell. Only he and your old man can tell you about her."

Alison went to argue only for Ryaden to say, "If you do this without complaint, I promise we will lay off your old man. But we need to be absolutely sure that he has nothing to do with this. Especially with the Master still missing."

Alison still looked bothered but her expression softened. Ryaden patted her shoulder before saying, "Talk to you soon, anklebiter."

Ryaden disappeared and Alison sighed irritated. Walking away from the park, Alison muttered, "Could this day get any worse?"

"Kid!"

Alison looked over her shoulder to see Emma drive up. Pulling up next to her, Emma poked her head out the window and said, "I need to talk to you. Now."

Autumn sighed as she muttered, "I shouldn't have said anything."

The Young Mage went around to Emma's open car window. Emma looked bothered as she said, "Someone is trying to get Kathryn to remember."

"What?!" Alison said sharply, "Emma, we can't let that happen! If she remembers, the potion's magic will start unraveling."

"I know!" Emma said, "But someone sent Kathryn a picture of you and her over the computer, asking if she recognized you. When she asked who it was, all it said was a friend. Then the message disappeared. I can't trace it or recall the file back."

Alison growled, before storming away from the car. Emma quickly got out, her worry lines on her face deepening. Stomping her foot, Alison snapped, "Chesshire! I need you!"

"You called, Alice?"

Emma yelped, turning around to see Chess leaning against the car. Alison whirled around, her temper clearly showing. It didn't phase him in the least bit as he said, "What's up?"

"What's up is someone is trying to get Kathryn to remember," Alison said, "Somehow, someone got a photo of me and her and sent it to her via computer."

"Not possible," Chesshire said, frowning as well, "The spell should have gotten rid of any evidence of your relationship to her."

"Well clearly not!" Alison said, "I need you to look into it, Chesshire! I want to know if Regina had anything to do with it."

"Relax, love, I'll get right to it," Chess walking over to Alison. Kissing the top of her head swiftly, Chess said, "Don't you worry your pretty head over this. She doesn't remember anything yet."

"Yet being the key word there," growled Alison as Chesshire disappeared. Emma sighed and said, "You know with all of the magical disappearing, we're lucky no ones reported weird sightings."

"Chesshire can't be seen by people unless he wants to be seen," Alison huffed, "It's part of his camouflage magic."

"Right…," Emma said, "Kid, I know this is alarming, but there's no reason to get upset just yet."

"No reason," Autumn repeated, her magic flaring up. Emma almost choked on the abrupt change in the air. Was all magic like this? "Regina's brought some secret ally that no one seems to know about, my dad is being accused of helping her, and now someone is unraveling my spells with pictures that are not supposed to exist anymore. Tell me Emma, what is a good reason to be getting upset now-a-days?"

"Not seeing your father," Emma said softly, "Because him not coming to find you is what is really hurting you right now."

Autumn stared at her indignantly but she didn't argue. Emma took this opportunity to bend down and grab her hands.

"Look," Emma said, "I won't let this person make Kathryn remember. You have to know that I will do everything in my power to make sure this shield stays up. But I need you to calm down. Right now, you are the only Mage that I know for a fact that we can trust and losing you to anger won't help. So please…stop."

Alison stared at her long and hard before nodding slowly. Emma smiled and hugged her gently saying, "Thank you. Now head on home, you could use some relaxation."

"I could say the same for you," Alison huffed but Emma shook her head saying, "My works not quite done yet, I just have a few more things to do before I can deal with anything. Besides Gold's probably wondering where you are right about now."

"No, he and Belle are in the shop till dinner," Alison mumbled, her voice sounding meek, "And I don't feel like joining them."

"Come on," Emma said, "I'll drive you home then. Just promise not to go do something reckless."

"As long as you promise not to do the same," Alison said sharply, but her heart wasn't all that in it. Emma smiled at that, feeling the chaos surrounding Alison begin to lower into nothingness. Walking back towards the bug, Emma walked over to the driver's side as Alison slipped into the other side. Shutting the door, Alison looked out the window only to jump slightly. There he stood down the street at the corner; her father. Her heart jumped in her throat momentarily only to have him disappear the next second later. Blinking, Alison heard Emma slam the car door shut and turn the car on. Emma glanced at her and smiled weakly. Alison, starting to feel drained, just leaned against the window. The glass was cool, like the breeze outside. It was a beautiful day outside but neither of the two in the car could see it. Both were haunted, but both were hiding it out of purely ghastly routine. It was almost a relief for the both of them to pull up to Gold's house.

"Do you have a key to get inside?" Emma asked as Autumn picked up her bag. The girl nodded and said softly, "I'll be fine…Just call me if something in the case worsens alright? I don't want to find out Kathryn remembers by her bursting through the door…"

"Don't worry, I will," Emma said as Autumn got out of the car. Emma watched her cross in front of the car, staring at the ground as she walked. Emma's heart sank, knowing full well the feeling building up inside. Rolling down the window, Emma felt a cool breeze blow in her face. Emma then shouted as Autumn walked up to the house, "Hey kid!"

The child looked around, her eyes wide as Emma said carelessly, "If I find your Dad, I'll send him your way!"

Alison stared a few moments before nodding slightly. She then raced up the stairs and into the house. Emma's throat constricted as she rolled up the window. Poor kid, she knew the terrible feeling growing inside her. But what could Alison do? Her father clearly hadn't gone talked to her, or made any attempt for a reunion yet. Emma's own family circumstances didn't help the feeling in her stomach either. Sighing, Emma pulled the car out of park and began to drive away.

She didn't know what was worse, being confronted or being avoided.


"I'm worried about her."

Archie looked up from his notes to see Henry staring up at the ceiling. The young boy was laying down on the couch staring up in a trance. If it wasn't for the two talking, Archie would have thought him to be frozen. Night was approaching, and Henry still looked just as troubled as he did coming in. Holding tight to his pen, Archie asked, "About who? Emma? Regina?"

"No, Alison," Henry said frowning, "She's doing better, I think. I know someone close to her thinks so. But I can't help but feel like something else is wrong. I can feel something strange from inside her."

"What is it?" Archie asked, watching Henry with curiosity. Henry tapped his finger on his other hand and said, "It's like…almost like magic. But it's more…emotional I guess. I can feel almost all of her emotions, like they are spilling out. It's gotten worse now that magic is back, I don't know if that's normal though."

Archie felt a clenching feeling swarm his stomach and said, gravely, "I think it's very insightful actually. It shows just how much magic is really a part of her."

"What do you mean?" Henry asked, looking over at Archie. Archie tapped his pen on his note pad and said, "Magic can be many things Henry. It can be a blessing like true love…"

"Or a curse, like Rumpelstiltskin's power, I know," Henry said, still watching Archie. Archie leaned forwards, watching Henry's expression. He then continued on, "Well, usually, no matter what magic it is it dulls the senses, represses and controls emotions depending on the person. But what you are describing to me is something completely different. Her magic is obviously so integrated into her that instead of repressing it has become so interlaced with emotions it is a part of them."

Henry nodded, biting the inside of his mouth nervously. He then stared back up at the ceiling and asked, "Has she come to see you lately?"

"No," Archie said, "She's stopped coming after her father walked back into town. I wish she would come back though."

"I wish she would tell me how she feels," Henry said sadly, "I know I'd feel miserable if I'd found out I was in the foster system for no reason. But I don't want to say the wrong thing when talking to her."

"Then ask," Archie said softly, "Ask her how she feels."

"But you know her," Henry said, pleadingly, "She doesn't tell people that stuff."

"From what I know, she does," Archie said, his tone remaining the same, "Some people need more time Henry, to feel safe with communicating pain with others. If you respect her boundaries and limits, you will be helping her in the long run."

Henry nodded slowly and sat up. He leaned back, his arms supporting him up. He looked at Archie and asked, "Will she be okay?"

"I believe so," Archie said standing up, signaling the end of the session. Henry stood up as well and picked up his backpack. He slung it on his shoulder as Archie put his hand on the door knob, but didn't open it. Archie then continued saying, "I'm sure Alison will be alright once the initial shock is over. She just needs time."

Archie then opened the door and said, "Have a good night Henry."

"You too, Archie," Henry said smiling at him. Archie watched Henry run to Emma, who was waiting for him in the waiting room. He gave her a hug as did Emma, who waved at Archie. Archie waved back and the two left the building. Henry got into the car as Emma came around to the other side. Sliding in, Emma slammed the door before turning the car on. Henry noticed the tension in her face as he asked, "Is something wrong?"

"I'm warning you," Emma said, her voice sounding worried, "That someone is trying to get Kathryn Nolan to remember Alison. Someone sent her a picture of Alison and herself and now she wants me to look into who this girl is."

"What?! No, you can't let that happen!" Henry said, stricken, "We can't let her remember!"

"I know, I know," Emma said, driving down the road, "So I'm going to leave you with Mary Margaret until I've taken care of some things at the station. I should be home around ten."

"Okay, have you told Alison?" Henry asked and Emma nodded. She didn't elaborate more on it but pulled the car over. She leaned over kissing Henry's forehead saying, "Get your homework done and be good for her."

"Kay," Henry grinned leaning over to hug her tightly. Emma hugged him back and he said, "Love you."

"Love you too kid," Emma said with a smile. He then clamored out of the car and hurried into the building. Emma then turned on the car and began to drive away. As she did so, she heard her cell phone go off. Thanking the red light convenience, Emma stopped and looked at the message. Her heart dropped when she saw the message.

"Get to the jewelry shop now."

"Dad it's me!" Kathryn hissed, pinning herself against the office door. She fumbled with the keys and began desperately trying to lock the door. Her shoulder throbbed, the pain shooting down and over her back. A cane from her store laid cracked on the floor, indicating she had hit something with it. In this case a someone. "I need you to come-no Dad someone's broken in-Dad!"

Kathryn groaned as she lost signal and she threw her phone onto the desk. She was attempting to lock the door when she heard a voice say, "Locking the door is useless, you know."

Kathryn spun around to see her attacker. How had she even gotten in the room? The door to the storage/ filing room was open but she had not been in the storage room. Unless there was a twin hiding in the back room, Kathryn could not explain how this woman had gotten into the room. Gulping, Kathryn stared down the woman. Her golden hair was shoulder length and her features soft. Only when Kathryn looked into them, she saw that they were sharp. Sharp as a knife, piercing through her without hesitation. She wore a pink suit with white shoes. Gently rubbing the side of her head, she said softly, "It wasn't very kind of you to strike me like that. Weren't nobles like you taught to respect their elders?"

"E-Excuse me?" Kathryn said, "Listen you, I've called the police. I demand you leave my property."

"Oh I shall leave," she said, walking forward. There was a crackle going through the air, making Kathryn very afraid and nervous. The woman had a dangerous aura, but for some reason the woman stopped at the desk. She tapped it, electricity shooting from them. Kathryn was petrified as the woman said, "Once I have gotten what I desire. I must ask you to play along, we don't have long."

Kathryn suddenly felt adrenaline rush through her and she threw a rather heavy paper weight that she couldn't remember whom she had gotten it from. The woman sudden sent Kathryn flying through the door, successfully breaking it. Kathryn groaned, pain shooting throughout her own body. The woman was holding the desk ornament and said, walking over to Kathryn, "What a pretty thing. I wonder what adorable child gave it to you?"

"Chi-no," Kathryn said slurring her words together, "Who are you?"

The woman laughed as Kathryn fell unconscious saying, "It doesn't matter who I am, Princess Abigail. It is much more important for you to remember that child."

"HANDS UP IN THE AIR!"

The woman glanced over to see Charming holding out his gun. She smiled, with a poison sweetness and said, "Well Prince Charming. I do wish you would live up to your reputation. Weapons are not a polite way to greet someone like myself."

"Who are you?" Charming demanded, "And what do you want with Kathryn?"

"Oh Prince Charming, I wish you would not pretend," she said, walking towards him slowly and deliberately, "Her name is Princess Abigail, daughter of Midas. I would think as her former betrothed you would know that."

"Answer my question," David said, not missing a beat. The woman sighed and said, "Very well, even if you will not be friendly, at least I will. My name is Glinda, the Witch of OZ; I will gladly be your opponent this evening."

Charming was then blasted off his feet, electricity swarming around him. He crashed into the front desk in the main room as Emma ran in, gun in hand. Racing over to Charming, she said, "What happened?"

"Emma, look out!" Charming said pushing Emma away. He stood up with some wavering as Glinda walked calmly out into the main room. She glanced around with polite interest and said, "What pretty objects. Such a shame if anything were to happen to them."

"Who are you?" Emma said, pointing her gun at the Witch of Oz. Glinda opened her mouth to speak but another voice intervened.

"Her name is Glinda. She was once the Good Witch of OZ."

All three looked to see the woman known as Dottie come out. She was walking to the middle of the three calmly, staring intently at Glinda. Glinda almost had a misty look in her eye as the woman stared at her. Dottie finally stopped and said, her voice sounding wretch, "But it seems Anti-Magic has change you. Beautiful Glinda, what has happened to you?"

"Dottie?" Charming asked, frowning as Emma had a bit of intrigue on her face. She kept the gun up but Dottie didn't seem to care. Glinda then took a step back saying alarmed, "Dottie? No….that face…Dorothy…"

"That's right," Dottie said stepping forward, "You remember her face, the face of my mother: Dorothy Gale."

A mixture of emotions shot through Glinda's face as Dottie lifted up her hand. Confusion and grief shot through her as a symbol glowed on her hand as she said, "The Savior of our beloved OZ."

Glinda stepped back and said, her voice somewhat shaky, "But she is gone."

"True," Dottie said slowly, walking towards her, "But her power still remains. Through me."

"NO!" Glinda suddenly shouted, tears springing to her eyes, "You lie!"

Electricity shot at them but Dottie lifted her hand creating a shield around them. It was light like a bubble but strong as metal. The electricity disappeared as quickly as it came and Glinda was also gone. Dottie's hand fell to her side and said sadly, "What a shame that is what has become of you."

"Who are you?" Emma said, her voice filled with wary. Dottie turned around and said, "I'm sorry for the suddenness but Glinda was much too powerful for the two of you now. Charming may know of me as Dottie, but my real name is Zoie Gale. I am a fellow Savior."

Her hand symbol began to glow brighter as did Emma's. Emma looked at it and looked at Zoie. The woman smiled at her and said, "It is how we know each other. Only another savior can activate it, keep that in mind."

"So, your Dorothy's daughter?" Emma asked, "Dorothy as in red slippers Dorothy?"

"Yes," Zoie said, turned and walking towards the small hallway where Kathryn laid. Charming pocketed his gun and said, "But Dorothy Gale returned to this world. How did you get sucked up in this curse?"

"The Mage of Oz called me actually," Zoie said checking Kathryn's vitals. Relief spread over her face as she continued, "He wanted me here as an extra pair of eyes and ears. When I found out Kathryn had indeed adopted the long missing Mage, I contacted him."

"Long missing mage," Emma said, walking over to her, "You mean Alison?"

Zoie nodded tightly before saying, "I knew I would have to protect Kathryn. Alison may not have thought about it since she didn't know the circumstances but Kathryn ended up with a huge target on her back. Alison has not only the role of Wonderland, but many other roles. One of those being the Hero. Just one role can put anyone in relation to that danger."

Zoie then held her hand up to Kathryn's forehead saying, "Now getting back to the topic, we need to ensure Kathryn does not remember Alison. All of that poor girl's hard work will be put to waste if we don't. So I will be erasing her memories of the computer incident. Hopefully that will give you a longer while to find who's trying to trigger her memories."

"What about tonight?" Emma asked and Zoie shrugged saying, "Robbery and assault. I'll take care of the cameras, say there was a malfunction."

Kathryn stirred as all three surrounded her. The marks on Zoie's and Emma's skin vanished as Kathryn awoke. She stared around confused and said, "Dottie…what happened?"

"I'm not sure," Dottie said, her voice changing to almost winded sounding, "I came back for my phone and found you on the floor. Emma and David came as soon as they could after someone hit the panic button, but whoever it was left."

"I-I don't remember," murmured Kathryn as Dottie said, "Don't worry about it. Emma and David will take care of it."

Kathryn glanced at Emma with a glazed over look as Dottie helped her into the office. Emma looked at David and said, "Should we trust her?"

"I say so," David said with a sigh, "She has the mark, which can't be faked. Not only that, it makes sense. I've heard stories in our world of one of the mages being hereditary. I know, some nobles were trying to create Mage lines themselves."

Emma nodded, her face drained from color. David then reached over and grasped her shoulder and said, "Hey, don't worry. We'll figure this out. For now, let's just clear up this mess and go home."

Emma nodded as he left to go check on Kathryn as Emma stared down at her hand. Hereditary was definitely not the case here, so how else was a savior chosen? Clenching her hand, Emma felt the exhaustion creep up on her. She would have to figure this out soon, because one thing was repeating ringing in her ears.

Just one role can put anyone in relation to that danger.


Alison was sitting in her bedroom alone, staring out the window. She was fingering the pendant on her necklace absentmindedly, many thoughts running through her head. She was already dressed for bed, her pajamas soft and comfortable. Belle and Gold were not quite back yet, but Gold had called saying they would be home with food. She didn't mind, for there was only one person she really wanted to talk to right now. But she couldn't. She was lost in her trance, so much so she barely noticed when someone was walking up the stairs. It wasn't until the door opened and she saw his reflection in the mirror that she even realized she wasn't alone. Gasping slightly, she twisted her body around to see Baelfire Kinsleigh standing in the door way.

His dark eyes were different; they were staring at her intensely but desperately. Alison was frozen for a moment not quite believing he was standing there. He then took a few steps in saying, almost as if it was a forbidden question, "Lisie?"

Alison never thought that single name would bring tears to her eyes. However here she stood, tears filling her eyes. She wasn't sure if they were sad or joyful tears and she didn't care. Dashing over, Alison jumped towards him. Baelfire scooped her up without an ounce of hesitation. He stood up, hugging her tightly. Alison felt his strong hold, the warmth filling her in one fell swoop. It came like a pang and Alison began to cry. Everything, all she had just came pouring out wordlessly. She buried her face into his shoulder as he gently rocked her left and right. This was a warmth she never thought she would feel again, a comfort she never thought she would have again. He was here, embracing her, despite all that had changed.

Baelfire felt his own eyes burn as he cradled her in his arms. She wasn't six, she was taller and older but he didn't care. She was alive, alive and breathing. He couldn't feel anything else, just the two of them. Her warmth, her emotions, all of them was reassurance that she still loved him. Kissing her head gently, Baelfire moved one of his hands to the top of her head as he said, "It's alright, I'm here. I'm here."

Alison couldn't stop her sobs; she didn't even bother to. It didn't stop until everything drained out of her. Baelfire took it as a queue to gently put her down on the bed. Alison made a small noise of protest but he soothed her quickly. Kissing her forehead, Baelfire pulled back the blankets and patted the bed slightly. Alison immediately crawled underneath and looked up at him hopefully. He pulled the covers up before crawling into bed next to her. Stroking back her hair, Baelfire watched her with content eyes. They had barely said a few words to each other, but it felt as if everything was answered.

Almost everything…

"Dad," Alison's voice was unsecure, shaky, "It-the magic-I'm sorry."

"Don't," Baelfire's voice was firm, but loving. It warmed Alison, allowing a few more tears sliding down her cheek. He reached out and brushed them away. "It's not your fault."

"It kind of is when you try saving someone who didn't need saving," Alison said, sniffing.

"I said don't," Baelfire said, kissing her forehead, "I feel bad enough that I shocked you, let alone didn't bother to question…"

He faded away, staring at her with a lost expression. Alison felt his hand pull away but she grabbed it gently. She stared at it seeing white lines, almost like scars, outlining letters. Stroking them gently, she asked, "When did you get it?"

Baelfire's eyes turned distant, remembering the memories of past. Alison watched him with wide eyes, terrified that she had asked something she shouldn't have. Although, when he spoke again, his voice was level and kind, "I've had it since before you were born, Lisie. I just stopped using it…"

Alison breathed in, sniffling a bit as he asked, "I understand if you don't feel up to it… but Lisie, what happened?"

Grimacing, Alison made a face as Baelfire watched her patiently. Staring at his hand she was still holding, Alison said, "I was playing out in the back yard... I saw a large rabbit staring at me. I went to pet it and it raced off… I, like an idiot, went after it."

Alison sat up, pulling away from him. Baelfire sat up as well as he watched her carefully. Her eyes were growing distant as she continued, "I followed it to a hole at the base of a tree, where it disappeared. I looked for it, but it was gone. So I went to leave."

Pulling her long hair forward, Alison swallowed fearfully as she said, "But something grabbed me."

Baelfire closed his eyes as Alison paused as she said tearfully, "It's a long convoluted story after that but at the end of it I was able to get back up the rabbit hole… I went to the house and it exploded into flames with you inside… you were dead and I ended up in the foster system."

Baelfire looked angry a moment before regaining self-control. Alison fell back on the bed, her eyes watering up as she said, "It's all messed up."

"Indeed," Baelfire agreed, settling down on his side, "But we're both alive and whole. That's all that matters now."

Alison nodded, almost wearily. Baelfire noticed and leaned over kissing her forehead. He pulled away slightly and whispered softly, "Sleep now, we'll have all the time in the world tomorrow. Sleep."

His words soothed her, made her tired. He was stroking her hair, keeping it out of her face. He watched her calmly, but tenderly. Alison wanted to stay awake, to keep seeing him. But something pulled her down into sleep, whether it was him stroking her hair or the emotionally exhausting events. Baelfire watched her fall into slumber and her breathing evened out. Baelfire didn't move for a while, but did look up when he heard another male voice.

"Peaceful sleeper, isn't she?"

There stood Gold, leaning on his can slightly. Baelfire looked at Gold, his eyes swarming with different emotions again. Gold watched, his eyes almost keenly watching Baelfire. He sat up, glancing down at Alison briefly. Baelfire slide to his feet before saying constricted, "Thankfully…"

Gold fiddled with the cane, before his voice became thick with sadness, "You were right."

Baelfire didn't turn to look at him but it didn't bother Gold. By all rights, this man should kill him. He abandoned Baelfire, broken his deal. While it hadn't been what he wanted to have happened, Gold chose power over the love of his son. Tears threatened Gold's eyes as he continued, "I let the power control me, and I've regretted it for a life time. I was a coward, I am still a coward. But I refuse to make such a foolish mistake again, that mistake has cost you so much."

"No," Baelfire said, suddenly, "Yes, but no."

Gold was struck mute when his son turned around to face him. He grasped one of the poles on the end of Alison's bed, staring at his father. Baelfire then continued, his voice filled with calmness but determination as well, "Your right, it cost me a chance with you, with the life I wanted. I was angry, very angry that you chose the powers over me. I went from foster home to foster home until I met and old man with the last name of Kinsleigh. He gave me a mirror, a mirror that had been given to him by an elderly woman for shelter from a blizzard. He told me it would help me find myself again. He taught me many things, but he taught me one thing that I will never forget: to love and be loved. Hatred has no play in that."

Baelfire paused before continuing, "I know better than anyone what the dark one's curse does, and I should have known better than to think that anyone can control it completely. It was a mistake to try and force you into a world without magic blindly. But I don't regret it."

Gold stared at his son, almost incredulously. Baelfire didn't seem to notice as he watched Alison with gentle eyes, eyes Gold remembered in the fourteen-year-old boy he had long ago. Tears began to fall as Baelfire said, "I don't regret it, and never will I regret it. Because without it I would have never learned the lessons I did. Without it, this child would have never been mine, never been in existence."

Baelfire glanced back at Gold with the same gentle eyes as he said, "That's something I could never be without again."

Gold watched him, tears falling as he said brokenly, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Bae."

Baelfire walked over to him and hugged his father. Gold hugged him back, all of his grief overwhelming him. Baelfire shut his eyes tight and didn't say anything. It had been a lifetime too long. He was just glad to have found him, for his own sake and for the child's sake. Belle watched from the doorway, leaning against it with a smile of her own. The two parted and Gold patted his son's shoulder. Belle then found herself saying, "Well, I have a feeling that dinner would be a good place to go now. I'll just go get that ready."

Gold glanced back and watched her disappear down the stairs. Gold looked back at Baelfire and said, his hands indicating between Baelfire and the stairs, "So… I imagine being the writer of that book, you know-."

"Belle, the woman who sticks you in your place," Baelfire said, a shadow of a grin appearing, "Yes, I know. Go on, I'll be down in a minute."

Gold catching the hint nodded and left the room. Baelfire then turned to Alison, who was still sleeping soundly. Walking back over to the bed, he quietly and gently climbed back on the bed. In the midst of the love and gentleness, there was an uncertainty forming. Baelfire leaned over and kissed her cheeks gently before saying, "Sleep well, Lisie-girl."


There was a gasp in the room as all the covered furniture remained undisturbed. Glinda was keeled over, her hands flat on the floor. She was in obvious pain as she felt the electricity worsening. Tears filled her eyes as the woman sitting in the chair sighed. It was the same woman from before, her dark brown curls falling down her front. She then extended her hand, her soothing voice saying, "Don't worry darling. I will make the pain go away."

"It hurts," Glinda gasped and the woman sympathized, "I know, just stay still for me now please."

A mist floated down onto Glinda, causing the electricity to die down. Glinda's painful gasps disappeared as her eyes filled with mist. Calmness returned as Glinda sat up, rubbing her neck. The woman seemed pleased, crossing her legs and looking out the window. Glinda stood up and said, "I'm sorry mistress. I failed…"

"Oh, we'll see about that," the woman said, staring out the window still, "For now, I want you to attack others and turn them. Fight Emma Swan and her allies as necessary, but leave the Mage of Wonderland."

"Would the plan move better if you had Jack Frost help?" Glinda asked, and the woman said with an irritated sigh, "No, I do not have complete control over him. Not too surprising since he is a Guardian, but I will gather him completely. But for now, I will call on another one of our allies to aid us."

"Who?" Glinda asked her face curious, but all the woman gave was a wicked smile. Glinda then gave her excuses and left. The room remained silent, but the woman didn't seem to care. She looked out the window, fingering a rather elaborate bow and said, "I guess I will be able to make my move soon. But not yet, not yet, I do love watching happy reunions."

~Storybook~

"I can't do it!"

Jack watched Alison patiently as she stomped her foot in frustration. The moon was shining and for once it was a clear night. Alison was standing in the middle of the white courtyard. Time had clearly past, being somewhat taller but still very much a child. Staring at Jack, she looked frustrated as she said, "It doesn't feel right, the connections screaming at me to leave."

"That will fade once you've gained more control," Jack Frost said calmly, jumping down from his seat on the statue. He walked towards her, the bells on his boots ringing slightly. Circling her gently, Jack said swinging his arm back and forth gently, "Life exist in this world, once you understand what that life is you'll be able to use your powers. So far you're doing well, you've been keeping your power up to keep yourself functioning."

Alison sat down, her navy blue dress not as poufy as the one she was wearing before. It had a wool over coat the same color but with strange snowflakes embroidered on it. Staring at the snow covered bushes, Alison asked, "I guess a hint would be cheating?"

"Very much so," Jack said cheerfully. Alison groaned and was quiet for a while. She then tilted her head and asked, "What are they?"

"Hmm?" Jack Frost asked as he walked over to him. Alison reached out touching the very much closed flowers. Jack sat down by her and said, "Oh those, there are the Snow lights. They only bloom for a few cycles of the moon. But when they do, it's a site to behold. Perhaps if you're here long enough you'll see it."

Alison fiddled with the hem of her coat and said, softly, "I need to get home…"

Jack Frost reached out, pushed her hand behind her ear. Alison looked at him as he said, "I know, and you'll get home I promise you."

Jack then stood up, reached out his hand saying, "Shall we head inside? I'm sure the Hatter's throwing a fit for me having you up this late."

Alison stared at him then smiled. Taking his hand, she allowed him to help her up and they walked inside. They were climbing the spiral stairs when there was a light feminine voice call out.

"Jack."

Jack looked back as did Alison. Alison stared as a woman came up the stairs. Her presence was chilling, but not in the nice sense. Alison watched her with wary interest. The woman's grey eyes looked sharply at him as she said coolly, "Rumpelstiltskin is here to see you. He's waiting in the main hall."

"Ah, yes," Jack said making a face as Alison froze up. Excitement shot through her, but hesitance as well. Alison never met him, only read stories about him and listened to her father talk of better times. Morgana glanced at her briefly, taking in the young girl's appearance. Jack then turned to look at Alison and said, "Go on up to your room. I'll come to say goodnight soon, alright?"

Alison nodded and said, "Okay."

"Goodnight Alison," Morgana said with such a cold tone that made Jack frown, "I hope you sleep well."

Alison glanced back, afraid to see the look upon the Snow Queen's face. Much to Alison's surprise, however, there was a sincere politeness in her eyes. Alison tilted her head and said, "Goodnight, Mi'Lady."

"Morgana," Morgana said, her eyes never faltering in her stare, "Morgana is fine."

Alison turned back and climbed the stairs. Morgana watched and Jack said warningly, "Be nice, Morgana."

"I am being nice, Jack," Morgana said, almost mockingly, "Can't you tell?"

"No, I can't," Jack said walking down past her, "Goodnight."

He descended the stairs leaving Morgana alone. She smiled after him, almost genuinely before glancing back up the stairs. Turning on her own heel, Morgana descended the stairs.

"You're late for tea!"

Alison ducked smoothly as a cup went soaring by her head. The door clicked shut as the March Hare cackled loudly. Hatter scowled and said, "Jack won't be happy if you keep breaking his cups. This is fine by me though, since Jack has no qualms about keeping children past their bed hour."

Alison came over and said, "We needed to get it right."

"Still, morning is the best time, the most wonderful time to get things right," Hatter said dismissively. Alison rolled her eyes but sat next to him saying, "You're impossible. But what's done is done and we can't change that."

"Indeed not," Hatter exhaled, "Just as long as we can do better tomorrow."

Alison nodded softly and said, "I'm heading into bed. Goodnight, Jefferson."

Alison stood back up, but he gently grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly. Hatter then released her, tilting his hat to her saying, "Goodnight, Alison."

Alison smiled softly before going into her bedroom. She heard a crashing a china and the March Hare cackling loudly. She leaned back against the door shutting it. Walking over to the bed, Alison pulled off her coat and sighed.

"Nothing is accomplished by frustration, Mi'Lady."

Alison spun around, let out a squeaky gasp. There sat a boy with blonde hair and more than friendly eyes. He was dressed all in black and Alison immediately recognized him from the boy at the clearing. Alison watched him as he stood up and grinned saying, "Well, perhaps not the most frightened reaction I've gotten but a reaction all the same."

"Who-Who are you?" Alison said, watching him with uncertain eyes. The teen boy took no notice as he said with a flourished bow, "Sage is my name and fear is my game. The Mage of Fear, if you must know. Now you must be Alison, the pretty little one that fell down the rabbit hole."

"Yes," Alison said, blinking, "If you think I'm pretty that is."

"Most unquestionably," Sage said, taking leaping strides and circling her, "Very pretty indeed."

Alison watched him circle her but had a curious look in her own eyes. She then voiced her thoughts and said, "I'm sorry if it seems rude, but you look a lot like Jack."

"That's because I'm his brother," Sage said with a flourish of his hands, "His twin to be exact. But that is a story for another time."

Sage tapped the mirror in the vanity and said with a grin, "Shall we spy on his meeting?"

"Certainly not!" Alison said surprised, "Jack would surely be angry!"

"Hardly," Sage laughed, "The Dark One is your Grandfather is he not?"

Alison suddenly became quiet as she said, "Yes…"

"Then come spy, and see what they talk of," Sage said grinning, "Trust me, you'll want to see."

Alison bit her lip but did as he asked. She peered into the mirror to see Jack and the somewhat man named Rumpelstiltskin in a room. Alison eagerly took him in, and was not surprised to see he was not quite a man. He gave an impish laugh as he said, "I heard you have a new student, dear old Jack. I was wondering if you would let me meet this student of yours."

"Hardly," Jack said scowling, "As I would let you do anything. She's under my protection Rumple. I won't let you harm her."

Alison blinked, feeling an odd sensation in her stomach. Rumpelstiltskin snickered and said, "Harm? Who ever said anything about harming? No I just heard from a little flake that she was from another world, a strange world."

Rumpelstiltskin gave Jack a dangerous look as he said lowly, "A magic-less world."

Alison gasped, clapping her hand over her mouth. Shaking her head, she took a step back. The look in his eyes frightened her, not for her sake but for her father's. He could not find her, she had to go home. From everything she knew about the Dark One she would not put it past him to force her to tell him how she came from there. But it didn't matter for Jack said smoothly, "Well, whatever FLAKE told you heard wrong. She's the Mage of Wonderland, and as you are aware that is not a magic-less world."

Rumpelstiltskin made a face and said almost sheepishly, "No I haven't forgotten… not at all. Well, well, what a feat being the magic of such an annoying world. Give her my regards, if you will. I'm afraid she might be spying with that brother of yours."

Jack scowled and growled, "That blasted idiot. Good Day Rumpelstiltskin."

"Oh and before I forget," the Dark one said, lifting his finger in the air, "It seems Morgana and her little mouse thing are up to something in the Kingdom in Antic. I just thought you would like to know that mouse came to me for a spell."

"What she does is her business," Jack said shortly, "I'll only interfere if she goes beyond her duty in this world."

"Good day to you then," Rumpelstiltskin said, and then added loudly, "And Good day to you, Mage of Wonderland. I look forward to meeting you."

Alison watched the scene disappear and she looked back at Sage. He chuckled and said, "I guess he knew. Whoops."

"What Kingdom?" Alison asked, "What spell?"

"It is none of your business."

Alison looked over to see Jack walk into her bedroom. The door shut behind him as Jack glared at Sage saying, "Don't you have duties to attend to?"

"C'mon, Jack, I was just having a bit of fun," Sage whined and Jack growled. Sage rolled his eyes and said cheerfully, "Leaving, once I say goodbye that is."

Sage jumped over and kissed her hand saying mischievously, "Till we meet again, Mi'Lady."

"SAGE!" Jack snapped as his brother disappeared in a rush of black smoke. Alison blinked and said, "Well, he's quite the opposite, isn't he?"

"Like you have no idea," Jack said, rubbing his temples. Jack then looked at Alison and smiled weakly saying, "It's hard to say goodnight when you not at all ready for bed."

"Well your brother didn't help that," huffed Alison and then asked, "Why didn't you find out what spell? If it's from Rumpelstiltskin, it could really hurt someone."

"Don't worry about that," Jack said shortly, "It's not our business. Our business is getting you home. Remember your father?"

Alison felt tears threaten her eyes, a lump forming in her throat. She then said with a set jaw, "I remember clearly."

Jack heard the change in tone and looked back. For a young girl, her glare made her seem ten feet taller. Groaning, Jack said, "Ali, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that what Morgana does in her world is her own business. Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."

Jack then walked out of her room saying, "I'll come to say goodnight in a bit."

Alison said nothing, the sting of his comments apparent. She then stormed over to the window and grabbed her night gown. She then spotted Morgana in the garden, walking around. She stopped by the Snow lights, reaching out to touch them gently. A sad look was on her face and she looked to have sighed. Alison felt her anger disappear as she tilted her head in confusion. She knew the story from her father; she knew how cruel this woman could be…

But why did she feel as if he might not have known the whole story?