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Sorry about the wait! This chapter has some more Peter in it - hope that makes up for the wait!
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Lilith reclined on the marble steps below her, gazing up at the moon silently. The soft sound of flapping made her eyes snap towards the descending bird. The oddly colored sparrow landed lightly on her shoulder, chirping excitedly.
Without a word, she offered her hand to the bird. It hopped onto her fingers, continuing to tweet as she gently set it on the steps next to her. As its chirping became almost demanding, Lilith sighed, her hand beginning to glow silver.
"All right, all right." She muttered, brushing her glowing fingers against the top of the sparrow's head. She pulled her hands back, watching silently as the bird began to glow. As the light intensified, the shape of the bird began to grow and twist until it resembled that of a human.
Within seconds, Jacquimo was kneeling before her and shaking his head rapidly. As he raised his gaze to meet hers, he smiled sadly at her.
"You're looking well, my lady."
Henry looked up at the sound of footsteps and watched Lily slide down the small embankment. She flicked her long, curling tresses from her face and smiled down at him. Opening her arms for a hug, she held him tightly when he went into them.
"So," she began once they'd both sat down on the soft sand. "What was so important that you needed me before noon?" She reminded him that it was a Saturday - the only day she had to herself for a few short hours that usually found her sleeping in bed.
"You've been acting weird." Was all he offered, making her eyes widen.
She must have been acting really strange for both Henry and Gold to pick up on it. Ever since her... encounter with Peter, she knew she'd been acting different. Looking over her shoulder constantly, acting as jumpy as physically possible and she hadn't been sleeping again.
Visions, mainly while she was awake, of Peter tormented her every waking moment. She felt as if she was going mad, the feeling only abating whenever she was with Henry. While she wasn't sure why Henry made the feeling of being watched go away, she wasn't going to question it.
"I... I've just been having bad dreams again." She replied finally, looking down at her hands. "Also I... I won't be able to watch you later today." She looked away from his frown.
"Why?" He felt his lips twist into a pout. He hadn't gone a Saturday without her since he'd been a baby.
She finally turned her gaze towards him. "I have a session with Archie today."
His eyes widened at that. Lillian had had sessions with Archie before but... she'd never looked this bad before.
"Is it... about the dreams?" He pressed quietly, hoping she didn't snap at him for asking. Thankfully, she nodded once before turning her attention back to the ocean. Without another word, Henry settled into her side.
Lily wrapped her arm around his shoulders, leaning her head on his own. She sighed deeply, taking comfort in his presence as he snuggled closer to her.
"Will you be okay, Lillian?" Henry whispered suddenly, his voice barely audible over the crashing of the waves.
"I don't know, Henry." She swallowed thickly past the growing lump in her throat. "I really don't know."
"I see you've mastered your Curse." She remarked mildly as she stood.
Jacquimo nodded, stretching his muscles before he too stood on shaking legs. "Yes... it became necessary that I learn to switch between forms at will. Your Lady mother..." He paused at the mention of her mother, still unsure if it displeased her. When she made no sign of displeasure, he continued, "She needed someone with wings and, well, we both know she didn't have much of a choice."
Lilith nodded distractedly, fiddling with the charm around her neck. He glanced at it, his mouth going dry at the sight of the golden ring resting against the laces of her bodice.
"Lilith... where did you get that?"
Her fingers stopped at his words, as if she hadn't realized what she'd been doing. Icy eyes glanced down at the charm before she turned them towards him.
"Rumpelstiltskin gave it to me. He said my mother gave it to him before she died." Confusion practically oozed from him, making her eyes narrow in confusion. "Why?"
"I have seen that before." He whispered in return, still staring at the ring as if it was diseased. "When... when I helped to rescue your mother..."
Suddenly, her eyes were a vibrant red and she was standing before him. The red bore into his own as he fought the urge to cower from her obvious displeasure.
"What are you saying?" She asked harshly, her gaze unwavering. "Speak, sparrow."
"I... that ring... it was given to your mother by the male Fairy that kidnapped her."
"So, Lillian, what seems to be the problem?" Archie asked the teen before him calmly, trying to ignore the fierce glare she was sending his way.
"Well," she began flatly, resting her interlocked fingers on her stomach. "I can't sleep, for starters. I have horrible nightmares - which I wake up screaming from, mind you. Oh, and I'm pretty sure I'm starting to hallucinate said dreams."
"O-okay..." He reached up, rubbing at the bridge of his nose before he pushed his glasses back into place. "C-could you describe these dreams?"
Now he really did cower from her glare, no matter how undignified it was to be afraid of a girl that was half his age. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Archie proceeded to look everywhere but at Lillian.
Inhaling deeply, Lily slowly sat up, swinging her feet off the couch and onto the carpet. "I... I'm in a forest." She began hesitantly, barely aware of Archie focusing intently on the sight of her opening up. "Jungle, really. And... there's this boy..."
"The one you've mentioned before?" Archie whispered, hesitant to interrupt her. Thankfully, she merely nodded in response.
"Yes. And... he's just... he's always there..." Lily swallowed, unsure of how much to actually tell Archie, given that he was still cursed. If she started talking about Peter Pan and Neverland, she had a feeling she'd only get a one-way ticket to the asylum Regina thought was a secret.
"Do you recognize him?" He asked softly, keeping his voice low and gentle.
"I..." She stopped, aware of how crazy she'd sound if she talked about being trapped on Neverland for three decades. "Maybe. I'm not all that sure, to be honest."
Archie leaned back in his chair, lips pursed into a frown. While Lillian had opened up far more than he had ever hoped for, what little she'd said didn't exactly help explain her dreams. Nor was it going to help in the long run as none of what she'd said explained what was causing the dreams or how to make them stop.
As they both sat in silence, Lily suddenly heaved a deep sigh and resumed lounging on the couch as Archie watched.
"Honestly, Doc. I'm not even sure you can fix the mess that's me."
"Rumpelstiltskin!" The doorway slammed open, the heavy door knockers denting the plaster of the inside walls. Lilith stalked into the main hall, energy practically crackling from her fingertips as she demanded for her mentor to show himself.
"No need to shout, dearie!" Rumpelstiltskin appeared on the edge of the table, eying his assistant oddly as she rounded on him. "Now, what has you so riled?"
Without a word, Lilith twisted her hands, a golden ring appearing between her index finger and thumb. Nearly seething with rage, she threw the small bauble at her mentor, who easily caught it between his fingers. Amber eyes gazed at it curiously as he felt an odd pang in his chest at the sight of tears in her blue eyes.
"You let me wear what that thing gave to my mother!" Her rage rattled the ceiling and as a small chunk of masonry fell onto the once pristine carpet, he wisely put several feet between them.
"Now, now, dearie - " A spike made of a thorny branch shot past his face. As the projectile drilled into the far wall, her stared at her in shock as blood welled from the fresh cut marring his cheek.
Panting harshly, Lilith drew her arm back and narrowed her red eyes at him. "Don't. Call. Me. Dearie." If possible, her gaze narrowed even more. "Or the next one goes into that thing you call a heart."
"You know," Rumple began as if she hadn't just threatened to kill him for the first time. He raised a hand, healing the superficial wound calmly. "I preferred it when you didn't have your humanity - far less temper tantrums."
"Temper Tantrums!?"
The glass that made up the windows shattered, the shards flying towards her. As he eyed the silent threat of being pincushioned by glass, Rumple quickly tried to calm his obviously upset assistant.
"Poor choice of words, I admit. But, is what I did worth spilling the blood of the man that raised you?"
"I wasn't aware you even considered yourself a man anymore."
He fought the urge to roll his eyes at her sulky reply. Sensing the worst was over, for now, he gently pressed his advantage.
"Details, details." He waved his hand mockingly. "Now, kindly repair the windows and I'll explain my horrid trickery."
While she knew he was still mocking her, the white-hot rage that had overtaken her waned. The reminder that he'd raised her and protected her all these years hit home, rendering her incapable of hurting him. With no sound and a flick of her wrist, the windows repaired themselves before she hopped onto the far side of the table.
Seeing she was in a somewhat agreeable mood, Rumple sat at the head of the table and clasped his hands together on the wood.
"Now, there was a purpose in giving you that ring..."
"Who was that?" Mary Margaret asked, looking after August as Emma joined her at the table.
"I don't know yet." Emma replied, looking around for any excuse to change the subject. She found it in the empty chair beside her friend. "Where's Lillian?"
"She's with Archie, she'll be here soon and don't change the subject." Mary Margaret replied calmly, using her stern 'teacher voice'. "You said 'yet'. So, you're going to find out?"
Emma glanced at the door, silently praying to any deity that was listening for Lillian to hurry it up. "It's nothing."
"Nothing with you means something." The other woman ignored Emma's deflection. "Because if it were nothing, we wouldn't be talking about it."
"I'm sorry," Lily remarked from behind Emma, who nearly fell out of her seat. "I thought you called her here to talk about you?"
As Emma attempted to right herself and stop her heart from leaving her chest, Mary Margaret smiled sadly at the teen. "Yeah, but talking about her is easier right now."
Lily returned the expression, though it resembled more of a grimace. She sat down beside the teacher, leaning towards her. "What's going on?"
With a quick glance to make sure Emma had survived Lily's appearance, Mary Margaret leaned closer to them and lowered her voice to a whisper. "Remember when you both told me to stay away from David and I agreed?"
Emma and Lily shared a look. "Yes."
"I didn't."
Lily rolled her eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and began to pick at the lace on her sleeve.
Emma refrained from such behavior and pinned Mary Margaret with a flat stare. "Yeah, we know."
"You do? How?"
"Because I'm Sheriff, and you are a lovesick school teacher." Emma's eyebrow quirked at Mary Margaret's stunned expression. "Covering your tracks is not exactly your strong suit."
"Well, I've been discre-" She cleared her throat at the incredulous expression both her companions wore. "Discrete."
Lily looked up from destroying her sweater. "Two teacups in the sink, new perfume, late nights, plunging necklines." She listed off quietly. "It really wasn't that hard to connect the dots.
Of the short list, Mary Margaret merely focused on one item. She glanced down at her rather matronly shirt. "Plunging?"
This time Emma did smirk. "When I met you, you were a top button kind of girl."
"Huh." Mary Margaret leaned back in her chair, not sure why she was so surprised. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I'm not your mother."
"Well, according to Henry, she's yours." Lily couldn't resist adding, beaming at the dirty look Emma shot her.
"I just figured that you would let me know when it was time." The blonde ground out, attempting to steer the conversation back on track. "I'm assuming it's time."
Mary Margaret nodded. "He's telling Kathryn."
"Everything?" Emma and Lily asked at the same time in surprise.
"Everything."
"How about we-" Snow White stopped, hand flying to her chest as the purple smoke before her cleared. "Lilith! Don't do that!" She snapped, trying to calm her racing heart. As she breathed in deeply, she finally noticed the brightness of the eyes of her friend. "Lilith, what is it?"
The sorceress's breath quivered when she exhaled it, making Snow's worry go up another notch. Without a word, she shooed the servants and guards away. Gripping Lilith's arm, the princess led the younger woman to the nearest shadowed alcove, forcing her to sit on the cushioned seat.
"All right, what happened?" Snow demanded as gently as possible.
Lilith's breath still shook as she inhaled. Without a word, the other dark-haired woman produced a small golden ring set with a single emerald in the center. Snow took it cautiously, able to feel the magic pouring from it even though she'd never been trained in the craft.
"You've been wearing this ring on your necklace... whose was it?"
Lilith forced her lips to form words, the feeling foreign and numb. "My mother's." She could feel Snow looking at her curiously when she made no move to explain further.
"And... why has it upset you so?" Snow tried, not wanting to step on any proverbial toes. The last time someone had tried to get Lilith to open up it hadn't ended well. Doc was still trying to grow his beard back in time for the wedding.
Lilith looked away from her boots, turning her bloodshot eyes towards Snow. She eyed the older woman and it took everything Snow had to not fidget under such scrutiny. She'd seen Lilith do too many things with what her eyes could do - horrible things that had helped win the kingdom and the war.
"Rumpelstiltskin gave it to me... and I found out today he lied to me about how he found it." Her now red gaze turned towards the ring still in Snow's grasp. "He told me my mother sold it to him. Apparently someone did sell it... but not my mother." She inhaled deeply.
"And...?" Snow asked cautiously as Lilith looked ready to snap at the slightest provocation.
"My father sold it to him as payment for... for taking away my memories."
Snow's eyes widened in shock. Hurt coated Lilith's usual monotone, giving her voice a rough, hurt quality that the princess had never heard before. Without a word, Snow enveloped Lilith in her arms, stunned when the sorceress made no move to pull away.
"Why would he do that?" Lilith's whisper shattered the still air between them. "He knows how much it hurts... he knew I'd regained my memories but he never told me he was the one that took them."
"Lilith, what were these memories of?"
"Remember the boy I told you about? They were about him - I knew him when I was a little girl." A soft sniffle had Snow pulling back to see the tear-filled blue eyes staring up at her. "My father took away the only happiness I had after my mother died."
"Oh, Lilith." Snow soothed, drawing her back into her arms as the dark-haired sorceress began to silently cry. "He must have had his reasons."
Lilith didn't reply. She knew those reasons. Hearing Rumpelstiltskin say them had only reinforced what Peter had told her.
Learning that she'd inherited her mother's gift, along with several others, was harrowing. It also didn't help that her parents had learned of a prophesy when she'd been born. One that had led to them seeking out the Dark One before and after her mother's death, to prevent it from happening.
Lily reclined on the white sofa next to Henry, while her charge was handed a gift box by his mother. Both Henry and his babysitter eyed the gift dubiously, with the former asking the question.
"What's the occasion?" He asked warily, looking at the wrapped box and its bow like he expected it to eat him.
"The occasion," Regina repeated, her nose wrinkling, "Is I love you. Go on," she encouraged, waiting with bated breath as he began to pull at the lid of the box.
Lily peeked over his shoulder, her desire to know the contents rapidly diminishing when she saw the game nestled in tissue paper. Henry, it seemed, agreed with her as he eyed the plastic toy with little to no excitement.
"Now, I know you miss your book," Regina started, slightly annoyed at the lack of response her gift had produced. She reached over his arm to touch the toy. "But with this, you can do the heroics. You can save the princesses, you can be the hero." She turned to her son, her voice as earnest as anyone in the room had ever heard it. "Henry, you have to believe me. When I tore down the playground, I did it for your safety. Please, don't be upset with me. I really didn't mean to destroy your book."
"It's not just the book." Henry muttered in a subdued voice - one that Lily saw right through. While she knew Henry was upset about his book, he was clearly using Regina's desire to please him to his advantage.
Smart boy. She smiled secretly, silently promising to tell him some more stories in reward.
"Okay, then what is it?"
"It's Emma – I want to see her."
Regina's mouth opened as she tried to hold back her ire at the mention of that woman, only for the door to open. All eyes turned to see Kathryn, miserable and pale-faced, in the doorway.
"Regina, have you got a min-" The blonde stopped cold at the sight of Henry and Lillian with the mayor. "I'm sorry."
Regina shook her head and stood. "Oh, don't worry about it." She soothed with a smile, glancing back to her son and his babysitter. "Lillian, why don't you get Henry home and have him start on homework? I'll be there in a bit and we can have dinner."
The dark-haired teen nodded, eying Kathryn discretely as she herded Henry out of the room. Once the door was shut behind them, Henry turned to look up at his bemused 'sister'.
"That was strange."
Lily sighed, gently tugging him down the stairs. "Not as strange as you might think. Let's get you home before your mother."
Hiding her emotional turmoil from Henry was easier than she though. Especially when he was dealing with fractions. Math, she found, was still not her best subject.
Regina, thankfully, arrived home within a hour of their own arrival, giving Lily the perfect excuse to leave despite the early hour. At least, after she promised Henry she'd stay even later the next day.
As she walked down the somewhat deserted streets of Storybrooke, heat brushed down her spine. Her wide gaze centered on the blurry figure standing in the middle of the road before her.
Unbeknownst to her, Gold was walking up the street. His eyes widened when he saw his assistant in the middle of the road, her eyes wide and terrified. Looking both ways, he carefully stepped from the curb, quickly making his way to her.
"Lillian?" She gave no indication of hearing him and he watched as she raised a hand to cover her mouth as tears filled her eyes. A quick glance showed Emma Swan exiting the diner and he cursed when her attention settled on Lillian's features.
"Lillian!?" Emma called out, a frown marring her brow when she saw the expression on the girl's face. She glanced around and saw Gold already hobbling towards his ward, his expression worried. "Gold, is she okay?"
"That remains to be seen." He muttered under his breath, keeping his focus on Lillian. "Lillian, dear." He raised his hand, gently cupping her ashen cheek moments before tears began to run down them. "Lillian!" He repeated more firmly, watching as the odd haze clouding her eyes faded.
Startled aquamarine eyes slid to meet his gaze moments before she fell apart. Sobbing almost hysterically, Lillian collapsed in Gold's arms, nearly forcing him to topple to the side. With a yell of surprise, Emma rushed forward and caught them.
Grunting with effort, she managed to keep Gold stationary while he transferred the weight of Lillian to the blonde sheriff.
"Gold, what the heck's wrong with her?" Emma demanded, breathless, as Gold stared down at Lillian's ashen, tear-stained face. "Gold?" Emma repeated, her gaze falling to the suddenly limp girl in her arms. "Hey, Lillian? Lillian!"
"Perhaps getting her to the hospital would be more conducive than shouting at her, Sheriff Swan." Gold snarled out in clipped, frosty tones.
Emma raised her gaze, looking at the man before he. His face was more foreboding than she'd ever seen and having that directed at her cause alarm to prickle across her skin. With a nod, she hefted Lillian's arm around her shoulder as Gold turned and headed towards Emma's car, parked in front of Granny's.
Lilith perched on the ornate granite beneath her, one leg hanging off the edge. Leaning back against the wall behind her, she produced the ring again and held it up.
The magic pulsed underneath the moonlight, making her ire rise as Rumple's words echoed through her mind.
"There was a prophecy - one your parents did not want to see come true."
"And what was this prophecy."
"'For every heart that she bleeds, shall colour her world red. And the sorrow in the night, will be the blue she cannot shed. But her strength will be a vision, beyond visibility and the gift she has within will give him new eyes to see.'"
"And who is he?"
Even now, the knowing in his gaze made her bristle. "I think we both know who he is, dearie."
Shaking from her thoughts, she raised her eyes to the emerald winking in the moonlight before she let the ring fall into her palm.
Only to set it aflame moments later.
As Lillian rested on the starch, crisp hospital streets in Storybrooke with Gold keeping vigil at her bedside, much was happening realms away.
Peter Pan inhaled deeply as his Shadow showed him the memory of Lily seeing him on the street moments before she collapsed. As his mind ran over every detail of her unchanged features, footsteps alerted him to another's presence.
"Felix." He greeted quietly, keeping his gaze on the horizon as the sun started to rise.
"Pan." The taller, scarred boy returned warily. Peter had been on edge ever since he'd found out his Shadow could temporarily send him to Storybrooke. It was obvious the Curse the Evil Queen had cast was strong, otherwise Felix knew Lily would have been returned to Neverland the moment Peter knew where she was. "Any progress."
"If you classify making Lily collapse as 'progress'."
"Collapse?" Felix repeated with alarm. "Why would your presence cause her to collapse?"
Peter let out a mirthless, low chuckle that sent shivers up Felix's spine. "Oh, it wasn't my mere presence that caused it." He turned to peer over his shoulder at his second in command. "It was me trying to pull her to Neverland."
"Was that wise?" Felix dared to ask, tensing when bright green eyes turned to stare at him. "You and I both know how tentative Lily's mental state has been since you returned her memories all those years ago." He paused as a thought came to him. "Unless the Dark One fixed the damage done to her mind?"
Peter was nodding. "Knowing him, he would have wanted his student to be in perfect condition before throwing her at his enemies." An angry, rough scoff escaped his throat. "All for the purpose of allowing his Curse to be cast."
Felix stared at his leader, watching as the shorter boy seemed to withdraw into himself. Without a word, the blond lost boy slunk back into the shadows, hoping that Tiger Lily was returned soon.
For all their sakes.
Floating on the edge of consciousness, Lily tried in vain to hold onto the last dredges of comfort the darkness gave her. However, the persistent buzz of voices refused to let her remain asleep.
"You have no idea what caused this?" Obviously Whale.
"If I did, do you think I'd have brought her here?" Came the hissed voice of her guardian. Gold was obviously incensed, something that she knew terrified the majority of the residents of Storybrooke.
"Look, Mr. Gold. We're doing all we can. Her vitals are normal, all scans show she's in perfect health."
Gold grunted out something illegible, which gave Whale the sign that he was no longer welcome in the room. With a quickly muttered excuse, the doctor hightailed it out of the room. With a deep sigh, Gold raised a hand to rub at his tired eyes before raising his voice.
"I know you're awake, dearie."
Lily's lips quirked into a smile, though her eyes remained shut. "I still don't get how you can tell."
"Well," he watched as she turned to him and opened her eyes. "Memories of you growing up in the same house give me a sixth sense with these things." He sat on the hard, plastic chair with a groan. "Now, care to tell me what had you looking like you'd seen a ghost."
"I just might have." She admitted softly, sitting up among the stiff sheets. "Gold... how powerful is the Curse?" She could tell she'd caught his attention with that. "I mean, bad things happen when we try to leave the town... what about something trying to take us out?"
Hours later, discharged from the hospital and waiting on a bench for Henry, Lily drew her legs to her chest. Pressing her face to her knees, she released a shaking breath before running over her conversation with Gold in her head.
Her guardian had been almost flabbergasted by the idea that something could get into the town - other than Emma obviously. He'd still been quietly going over scenarios in his head when Whale had arrived to discharge her. She also knew he was more than likely tearing apart his personal library at his house at this very moment.
"Lillian!"
She looked up, hair flying around her face when she hopped off the bench and sprinted towards Henry. Picking him up with a happy yell, she spun them around until both were dizzy. Laughing, they stumbled over each other towards the bench where Henry practically fell onto her.
"When did you get outta the hospital?!" He demanded once he'd caught his breath, straightening to look up at her.
She smiled down at him. "This afternoon, I wanted to surprise you."
His smile told her she did just that. Practically beaming, he stuck to her side as they waited for Regina to come and collect him. Moments after he'd pulled out the game his mother had gotten him and was showing Lily how it worked, Emma walked up to them.
The blonde peered down at the game as she sat on Henry's other side, her eyes widening. "Wow, I love that game. Space Paranoids, right?"
"Yeah, my mom got it for me."
"I used to play that all the time when I was a kid." Emma revealed as Henry once again died.
"Relax – it's all in the wrists."
He looked around almost warily before looking up at his birth mother. "My mom's picking me up in, like, five minutes."
"Alright. I'll be quick, then." Emma shrugged, reaching for her bag. "I just have something I'd like to give you." She produced his storybook from her bag, her smile widening when Henry's eyes went wide.
"You found it!" He reached for the book as Lily watched wide-eyed. "Where'd you get it?"
Emma smiled at his obvious delight as he and Lily flipped through the pages. "I found it in a gutter. It must have fallen off the dump truck on the way to the junkyard and got tossed around in the rain. And, somehow, made its way back to me."
Wow, that's... that's kinda insane." Lily remarked, gaining no arguments from Emma.
"What other explanation could there be?" The blonde asked, still smiling.
Henry shrugged. "I don't know."
"Well, whatever happened, it came back to me."
"Maybe, it means our luck is changing." Lily felt Henry beginning to vibrate next to her. "Operation Cobra is back on. It's a sign. Things are going to be better."
"I hope you're right, kid." Emma looked around as she got up, brushing a hand over Henry's shoulder. "I gotta go. Lillian, can you stop by Mary Margaret's place later?" Emma barely got a nod in before Emma left.
"This is great!" Henry enthused as he placed the book in his backpack moments before Regina pulled up.
"Yes," Lily agreed with a smile. "Yes, it is."
Lily and Emma entered the loft, both pausing at the sight of Mary Margaret laying on her side in a fetal position in bed. Without a word, they nodded at one another before Emma sauntered over to the bed while Lily perched herself on the closest windowsill, not surprised to see David hovering uncertainly outside of the loft.
"You feel like talking about it yet?" Lily heard Emma say quietly.
"Nope."
Emma paused for several seconds. "You want to be alone?"
"Nope."
Lily turned from the window to see Emma lay down on the bed next to Mary Margaret, wrapping her arm around the other woman's shoulder as she released a heavy sigh. Humming softly to herself, Lily turned back to the window to see David wandering away from the apartment, his head bowed.
As she continued to hum, Mary Margaret raised her head and stared hard at the girl at the window.
"What are the words?"
Lily stiffened, turning to look at both Emma and Mary Margaret before she hesitantly opened her mouth. The soft, low singing sent a shiver down Mary Margaret's spine as her mind rapidly tried to connect where she'd heard the song before, to no avail.
"Once there was the sun, bright, and warm, and wonderful. Shining like the love within my heart."
As the words died down, Lily slipped from her perch and settled in front of Mary Margaret on the bed, silently allowing the dark-haired woman to wrap an arm around her.
"Thank you, Lillian."
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