~The Butterfly Effect~

Killian looked down at his best vest, which happened to be a matching red to Emma's own dress. He would have worn this one even without Snow's whispered advice to wear red. Right above his heart, the butterfly had sewn itself into it. It was no longer alive, or had it ever been? Was this magick? What type of magick? An omen?

He watched as she went from Jeremy, Quentin, Reynold, then Luke when he finally spotted Regina wandering the crowd, only a yard or so away now.

Emma was ending one dance, beginning another with Neal when he reached the sorceress.

She barely glanced at the butterfly. "It wasn't me." She replied to the question in his eyes. "But it isn't bad."

"You know, though. And you won't tell me."

She grinned, staring off into the distance. "Where's the fun in that?"

Emma's last dance was with a man called Dylan, but by now Killian wasn't paying attention to them. He was looking around the room, curious as to whose magick was responsible for this curious little trick.

His eyes landed on the Blue fairy. Her smile was mischievous, and telling. She had done it. So it was good. But why? What was she up to?