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~A Fathers Fury~
"She's what?" David was beyond angry. He was furious. How could he hold it in after that revelation? He knew exactly who to be mad at, now, if he ever got his hands on the man... He would murder the man who-
"Who was the bastard who did this to her?!"
"I believe, technically, it was Neal."
Snow was white as her name suggested, sitting on her bed while David was pacing the length of the large room.
"I'm going to kill him."
"He's not the one responsible."
David stopped, glaring daggers into her eyes. "What?!"
"This is difficult to explain. Neal wasn't… awake. For the actions he is being held responsible for. In fact, none of his actions this past week were of his own accord. He was…" She sighed. "A puppet."
Snow spoke, barely above a whisper. "So… so when Emma saw him that day… when he stabbed Hook... "
"It was him," She nodded. "He just wasn't present."
David spun to look at his wife. "How can you trust her?"
"I wish you had been here this past week, David, perhaps then you'd understand. Regina has done nothing but try and help since she arrived."
"This all started when she showed up!"
Regina retaliated. "If we go by that logic, this all started when you left, so perhaps this is all your fault."
David's ears were all but steaming, but he knew he was being illogical. It was about his baby girl, of course he was being illogical.
"But in a way, it really is my fault." Regina admitted solemnly.
"See? She admits it!"
"Not like that." Regina corrected, glaring daggers of her own. "It's my fault because I didn't cast the curse, and now fate is playing catch-up."
"Did you know that this would happen?" Snow asked, looking up with wide, wet eyes.
"I knew…" She stopped, calculating. "I only know events that occured in a completely different timeline. One where Emma grew up an orphan, homeless and alone. I didn't, and still don't know how any of those events could manifest in this timeline."
"She was homeless?" Snow looked shocked at that.
"Do you still believe her, Snow?"
"I do."
"What I told you, about Emma... it's likely the reason for the lost day."
"Why an entire day? Why everyone in the castle?" David asked.
"I can only assume the witch was seen or caught playing puppet master. But that's not the worst part."
"Then what is?" Snow asked, fresh tears silently making their way down her cheeks.
"This spell came directly from the witch. No potions, no ingredients. It implies this person has immense power. Likely more so than Rumplestiltskin. Even he has his limits from time to time, but whoever this is… they have what they need to make anything happen, just brewing inside them."
David sat next to his wife, sighing, putting his arms around her. His anger was being split, though most of it was back to the vague identity of a random, powerful witch that likely he alone could not face. He felt a century older than he really was.
"What are we supposed to tell Emma?"
