Emma's relationship with Henry is under strain, and she over-reacts when he challenges her in public. As a proud, twenty-year-old man, standing with his girlfriend in a nightclub, getting a dressing down from his mother was never going to go well. To say he overreacts is putting it mildly!
Emma left early that evening, deciding to walk across town rather than drive. Although in no rush to meet Killian, she just couldn't bear the thought of hanging around to face Hood when he was due at the mansion to see his children. God, she hated Robin-bloody-Hood! Hated that the guy had, in just over a day, come to be adored by Honour. Roland obviously worshipped him; even Henry seemed to have come under the spell of the smug bastard, hardly even speaking to his mothers. What was his problem? She grumbled to herself. Even most of the damn town had come out in force to welcome the pair of the, treating them like all-conquering heroes. For what? Coming back to life? Even that miserable shrew Blue seemed to be all over them like a rash!
Emma feelings were confused. She knew she was being spiteful, but couldn't help herself. On the one hand, she knew Robin was basically a decent enough guy. He'd raised Roland single-handedly after losing Marian. He'd fought alongside her and Regina during several crises. He'd even gone with them to Camelot to get Merlin, throwing himself in front of Percival's enchanted sword to prevent Regina's murder once before. He'd willingly gone to the Underworld to help rescue Killian. Then finally the big one, sacrificing himself by shielding Regina from Hades' crystal. He was brave, annoying, fatherly, kind and even she had to admit, a reasonably good-looking bastard who unfortunately loved her wife. And though she'd deny it, it was obvious Regina was still in love with him!
It was on that long stroll to the Rabbit Hole, walking through the park, completely lost in her thoughts, that Emma heard a scream? She looked up to see a small woman yelling at someone.
"ROBIN? My god, it really is you!" She shrieked with excitement. "Ruby said you came back, but I couldn't believe it!" The dark-haired woman screeched again and ran, launching herself into the open arms of the man ahead of her, who embraced her in a tight hug.
"Mulan! It's so wonderful to see you again." Robin lifted her up like a long-lost sister, Mulan wrapping her legs around his torso, and holding onto him. Emma watched them, irritated at yet again, another welcome for the bloody wonder-boy. He gently lowered his attacker onto the ground. The hardened former warrior was now smiling, which was rare, several tears rolling down her face.
"God, I've missed you! How on earth are you back? Hades killed you, didn't he?"
"He did. But, well, it's a long story. I know it's been five years up here, but it was only a few weeks down there. So much has changed now. Ping, you look serene! Life's clearly treating you well." Emma spotted the warrior's two companions coming up to join her either side, introducing themselves to Hood.
"Life's pretty good. I'm not sure if you ever met Aurora?" Mulan introduced her to Robin, as the blonde woman offered a hand.
"Princess Aurora?" Robin hesitated, remembering the name of the woman Mulan once told him she'd fallen in love with. The woman Mulan was about to confess her feelings to, until being told she was pregnant by her best friend? The woman she spent too many evenings crying over, on his shoulder?
Mulan had immediately left Aurora and Philip's palace to join the merry men, attempting to heal her broken heart. She'd only lived with them for a year, though in that time she and Robin had become the closest of friends. They'd even saved each other's lives on several occasions and Mulan had come to regard him as the brother she never had, confiding in him about her loneliness and regrets. Robin had seen her at her most vulnerable, as so few had. So, she was now ecstatic to see him alive.
"That's me. Hello Robin," a tall blonde stepping forward, arms linked with a bearded man of around his own age. "Just call me Aurora, or better still, Rory? This my husband, Philip, soon to be our husband."
"Prince Philip? Well, I'm honoured, your Royal Highness!" The former outlaw gave a short nod, in polite deference.
"Please, I'll have none of that nonsense! It's just Philip to you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you Robin, or , as we're on titles, should I say, 'Lord Locksley'? Mulan talked about you so many times, and any friend of hers is a friend of ours." The man gripped Robin's hand firmly, shaking it.
"Then I'm delighted too, Philip…hold on," he pondered what Aurora had just said. "Our husband?"
Mulan smiled, leaving Robin and walking across to Philip's left side, placing a small kiss on his cheek. "Yes, you heard right. We're together, all three of us." She stopped, hoping her old friend wasn't too shocked, as some had been. "And I'm planning to marry both of them sometime in the near future."
Robin hesitated, looking at the three of them together, arm-in-arm-in-arm, waiting to see his reaction. Instead of being shocked, he broke into a broad grin. "That's brilliant! There's nothing I want more for Ping than her happiness. I'm so pleased she finally found it with the two people I remember were the most important to her!"
Emma watched, feeling like an eavesdropper. She vaguely recalled Mulan and Aurora in the Enchanted Forest, when she and her mother had been thrown through the portal. The two women had helped them get back to Storybrooke. She knew they were close back then, but it never occurred to her that there might have been something else between them? Yet here they were again all chummy with Robin Hood. Robin-fucking-Hood! Again, being treated like a returning hero. And it bloody irritated her! Mulan? Bloody Mulan, who she didn't think even liked men, in what, a threesome? Plus, they were now best buddies with Hood?
She turned, increasing the pace as she walked away.
The Rabbit Hole
Half an hour later, Emma arrived outside the bar, hesitating before going in to face him.
She wasn't sure why she was so nervous. Her mind had been racing with options, as she sought how to explain to Killian Jones how she had moved on. From him. How do you explain to your former lover how, to him, after only a few weeks, you'd not only moved on from a full-blown romance with him, to dating and marrying someone else so soon after his death? How was he going to take it? Would he get angry? That was unlikely, judging by his initial reaction when she first told him.
With a heavy sigh, she walked through the front door to properly face the man she once thought to be her true love and probably, future husband.
Mifflin Street
The doorbell rang at exactly seven o'clock.
Regina, having changed her outfit five times already, hitched her breath and nervously walked towards the front door. What the hell has got in to you, Mills? Calm yourself, you silly woman! She opened it slowly, when a dark haired, wired bundle of energy came through.
"Hi mum!" Roland yelped, running in and racing past her, heading for the stairs, carrying bags.
"Roland, stop! Wipe those feet, and take your shoes off!" She smirked at her little dervish.
"Sorry," he whined, coming back and without undoing his laces, kicked his shoes off in the lobby, before running cross to Regina, arms up to pull her down to him, before delivering a quick peck on her cheek, then racing past her and up the stairs. He's naughty, but he's still so cute.
"Roland, just...slow down?" She sniggered as he ran upstairs.
"Down in a minute!" he called back, now out of view, on the landing.
Regina, after moving his boots and dropping his coat onto a peg, stood up to close the open door, before noticing the presence of the man standing just a few feet in front of it, watching her.
"Robin?" She breathed, looking up. The first time they'd been alone together, in over five years.
A few seconds passed in silence while they both stared at one another, crystal blue eyes meeting chocolate-brown. Him, with his lopsided, dimpled grin. Her, with a wide-eyed stare, mouth open.
"Hello Regina," the former outlaw murmured in that soft English accent, his voice low. "You're just as stunningly beautiful as you were five years ago."
It was just a simple compliment, but she couldn't help blushing, standing transfixed, unable to take her eyes off him. Not for the first time today, she felt unable to speak. He was no longer dressed in his usual forest garb but in black skinny jeans, and a tight blue T-shirt that accentuated his broad chest and muscles. She couldn't help herself as she scanned him up and down. He's still bloody gorgeous! Those eyes. He hasn't changed one bit. And the tight jeans? Her mind went back to remembering what was under those jeans. She'd only known him a short time but she recalled how gifted he was in that department. However, looking back up to his face, to find his eyes staring right back at her, she couldn't help blushing as his grin became much wider? She was horrified.
"What? Robin? Oh god, did I just say something out loud?"
It was his turn to feel awkward, realising what just happened. "Not at all. It's just, I have these strange new powers. They taking a bit of getting used to, and, I'm not sure how to turn them off?"
"You can read my mind?" She gasped, astonished. "That's, well, that's incredible!" She cringed as she realised what he might have heard. "How do you even do that? You can hear thoughts? I never heard of such a - well, a 'gift'?"
"You say it's a gift, but it feels like a curse, if I'm honest? I have to concentrate on one person apparently but, well, I've had a few surprises over the last twenty-four hours. Some nice; some not-so-nice. I keep trying to turn it off, by blocking out the noise but, well, it's a little difficult. Blue has been trying to help me, and I'm spending tomorrow at the convent to begin my lessons, so hopefully I'll get it sorted soon."
Just the mention of Reul Ghorm set her teeth on edge. She didn't like or trust that damn fairy, and the feeling was mutual. However, before she could even speak their brief silence was interrupted by two little girls shouting from the top of the staircase.
"PAPA!" Yelled the four-year-old blonde, hurtling down the stairs as quickly as her little legs would carry her, followed closely behind by her slightly older, taller, willowy red-headed half-sister. When they both reached the bottom, the pair, little Robyn in pyjamas and Honour in some sort of nightdress with cartoon characters on it, raced across to the archer, who dropped to his knees to welcome them, arms open. Without any hint of shyness, they bundled into his arms either side, letting themselves be gathered and lifted.
"Hello, my loves. Twice in one day? I'm truly blessed. I think you asked for stories?"
"Yes but not yet though Papa. We play first?" the redhead implored, pouting at her new father. Robin looked over at the brunette before answering, "Your call, Regina? After all, I don't want to mess up their bedtime routine." He smiled down at her, silently imploring her to give ground.
In the face of three wide-eyed faces, she had no choice but to concede. Honour had both her and Emma wrapped around her little finger, and she secretly suspected the little tyke knew it. However, seeing the dimple-cheeked pout of her little girl, looking so much like the man holding her, made her impossible to deny.
"Oh, very well! I suppose under the circumstances, you two can play with your papa for an hour or so. Just until eight o' clock, mind? After that I need your promise you'll go down without a fuss."
"Yay," the little blonde shrieked in delight. "Come on Papa, let's go play in my den? Come on Robby…" And with that the little girls, dropping down onto the floor, proceeded to drag him by his hands up to a bedroom.
As he stepped past Regina to the foot of the stairs, there was a brief moment when his arm brushed Regina's side. Just a slight graze past. Yet it seemed to trigger something inside her. A magical pulse. She looked up into his blue eyes and saw that he'd felt it too! Something. She shivered as a feeling of warmth came over her from within.
"Thanks, Regina. Just come up and tell me when it's their bedtime?"
~oOo~
An hour later, having paced around her kitchen, passing her time tidying up where nothing needed tidying, Regina had had enough. She needed to be upstairs with them. To see what Robin was up to with her little girl. Their little girl.
So, making him a black coffee to take with her as an excuse to interrupt their play, she stood silently at the door of Honour's playroom, an annex to the side of her bedroom. Looking in, she found no one there; just a few scattered toys and figures where they had been playing. Slightly unnerved by the silence, she crept across to the bedroom.
The sight that greeted her brought all sorts of feelings, and a lump to her throat. Lying on top of Honour's double bed, in its centre, lay Robin, fully clothed, seemingly in a light sleep. Honour and Robyn were tucked tightly in on either side, their heads resting on his chest. He had a serene, contented look as he held them, his arms enfolding them in a protective embrace. Regina's eyes filled with tears, and she smiled as she looked down on the little snoozing family, finally reunited.
She sighed, looking across to find Robin's eyes open, staring straight back at her.
"Sorry," he whispered, "They both asked for a story and a snuggle, and fell asleep. I couldn't resist."
"I understand," she whispered back, still smiling as she crept across to his right side, lifting Robyn off her father to slide her under the sheets. Robin used his free arm to roll Honour onto her side, climbing across and lifting the sheets around her. He slowly stood up to survey his girls, a proud smile on his face.
"I never imagined I could be so blessed, Gina. I feel I'm in love all over again," he breathed, careful not to wake them. "I can't believe they're mine!"
Without thinking, Regina walked around the bed to take a hand of her former lover in her own, bringing herself face-to-face with him; only then realising the effect he still had on her. As she looked at those oh-so-piercing eyes her whole demeanour changed, trembling slightly and looking almost frightened as she stood before him.
Robin picked up on it immediately, taking his hands away to rest them on her shoulders. "Gina, calm. It's okay. I know what you're going through because I'm feeling it too! We need to talk, and we need to do it now. Let's go downstairs?"
The Rabbit Hole
Killian had arrived earlier than expected at the bar. He'd only returned from the Underworld yesterday, and the last two days had been a blur. From discovering that the woman he thought to have been his true love, the woman he'd sacrificed everything for, had moved on, had been a bitter pill. The fact she'd moved on with another woman was a surprise, to say the least. The fact said woman was in fact, Henry's other mother, the former Evil Queen. The woman who'd killed her grandmother and for years had sought to kill her mother, Snow, was an even bigger jolt.
However, Killian Jones hadn't become one of the most successful pirates in all the realms without being a pragmatist. He knew when to cut his losses and move on.
He'd been surprised by how people were now treating him. Previously nervous around him, they were now treating him as some sort of local hero. And he'd lost count of the number of times people who'd previously regarded him as pirating scum, had come up to him and shaken his hand, bought him drinks, and wished him well. Even Leroy, that grumpy miserable bastard dwarf infatuated with Snow, had whacked him on the back, supposedly in a friendly greeting, and left a bottle of rum in front of him at the bar.
"Hook, I take it all back! I'll be honest, when you first came here chasing after the Saviour, me and the boys thought you were a preening, eyeliner-wearing, self-absorbed, sadistic twat. I don't know whether it's because Robin Hood's rubbed off on you, but you've changed. I was wrong, and you're all right, Jones!"
In fact, the only people who he didn't recall meeting last night had been Snow and her prince. That had been a bit of a disappointment, as he had come to regard David as an ally; even a friend. At first the rightful royal couple had distain written all over their faces when he'd romanced their only daughter. Then as she drew closer to him, Emma's mother positively encouraged it. Even David had grown to accept his daughter's choice. Now? Well who knows? I guess they probably just want me out of here as much as she does?
He was brought out of his reverie by a beer bottle being banged down on the table in front of him.
He looked up at a pretty, green eyed, pixie-like face surrounded by blonde hair. "Tink! Thanks again. You've been a positive life-saver since we got back," He grinned back at her. "Though I feel I need to repay you in some way?"
"That's alright, I'm just taking care of one of my 'boys'", she winked. He'd never really noticed just how pretty she was. Rather gorgeous, in fact. "Besides, I probably owe you one. Whatever you and Robin have done to Blue has really, I don't know, softened her up? She's almost being human to me now."
"I doubt it's me, love. More likely, it's Locksley. She was acting like a teenage girl on the Jolly this morning, fawning over him like a lovesick puppy. Still, it's nice to see her smile for once!"
"I think it's more to do with the new white magic you both have? I'll let you into a little secret. White magic is like a huge aphrodisiac to a fairy? Most of the girls in the convent will notice when you come for training tomorrow, so don't go getting all cocky and arrogant, Jones! Blue spent some time with you both this morning, and I think even she's a little smitten right now."
"Really?" His face lit up in a beaming smile, "This day just seems to get better and better!"
"Now you just stop that, Captain-no-longer-Hook!" She glared, but he could see the little smirk behind the stare, "You've been given a great gift by Zeus. It's at this point, so many before you have ruined it all by using magic for themselves, not others. Magic's both a blessing and a curse, and we've all had too much experience of the latter. So behave yourself!"
"But you'll forgive me for enjoying the moment, love? And while I don't want to burst your bubble, but I think you and Blue are exaggerating. I don't feel much different apart from the odd tingling? Locksley's the one who got the magic, so you should be having a chat with Wonder Boy. He's the one with the real powers."
"Why only Robin? I don't understand; don't you realise?"
"Realise what?"
"You've got string magic too, just a different sort! I can feel it coming from you right now. Can't you?"
"Nope, can't say I can. Should I be buzzing or something?"
"Hell's tooth, Killian! I can't believe I'm the one doing this. You see that bottle in front of you? Imagine moving it a couple of inches to the right? If it helps, move your hand as you picture it moving."
"I hardly think it'll make any difference love. Though if it'll make you happy?" He closed his eyes as he pointed at the bottle, imagining it sliding across the table, and flicking his fingers to the right.
Without any wobble, the brown bottle suddenly catapulted itself straight off the table, launching into the wall some ten feet away!
The bursting glass and exploding foam made him jump up, and drew an annoyed scowl from the barman, and cheers from a small group of drinkers who assumed he did it on purpose.
Killian stood, alarmed, staring at his hand.
"BLOODY HELL! THAT WAS NEVER ME?"
"Afraid so. Welcome to my world? Now we just have to teach you how to use it properly."
He continued to stare at the offending digits as Tinker Bell twirled her own fingers, making the broken bottle and spilled contents disappear.
"Well, bugger me with a pan shovel! I had no idea? Blue mentioned it earlier, but I just thought she was talking about Locksley? I wasn't paying proper attention to Zeus after he gave me my hand back." The slightly bewildered former pirate sat back down while Tink continued to chuckle.
"Don't worry, we'll sort you out. Just turn up on time at the convent tomorrow, and pay attention."
"Aye lass, I will. And thanks, really, for everything." Killian looked soulfully into the bright eyes of the fairy, as he brought his new hand to rest on hers. What was that she said about white magic being an aphrodisiac?
She blushed, smiling coquettishly, "You're more than welcome."
~oOo~
Half an hour later, Emma arrived at the Rabbit Hole, at exactly eight o' clock, as agreed. There was certainly a fair amount of ruckus coming from inside. Walking through the door, she heard the volume increase dramatically as, in the middle of a small cluster of friends, Killian Jones appeared to be playing some sort of game, holding a balloon filled with water between his thighs, while attempting to carefully pass it across and into the thighs of Dorothy without bursting it, the pair of them standing face to face and with the normally fearsome woman giggling like a schoolgirl.
At any other time, it would have looked inappropriate, but Emma spotted Ruby, Dorothy's girlfriend, standing close by, howling with laughter.
"Clench Dot, easy does it!" The wolf encouraged her. Dorothy now successfully gripped the balloon as Killian stepped back to let the next player in.
"Come on Ash, your turn?" Ashley moved to the front of the other woman, hitching her skirt up, as had Dorothy, to try to ease the balloon off her with her thighs, while Sean, her husband, encouraged her. "Easy does it Ash, easy now!" He turned to Killian, still laughing and as he watched his wife seeming to press in and rub her front against the other woman, both desperate not to get wet. "Killian, you know, I'm not sure whether I'm more nervous that it's my turn next, or the fact that I'm getting turned on in public?" The rest of the group now also joined in the laughter.
"I agree mate. It'll be much harder to hold onto that balloon with a stiffy!"
That did it! Dorothy and Ashley cracked up with laughter, and one of them squeezed too tightly. The balloon suddenly burst, drenching the fronts of both women.
"You bastard Jones, I'm soaked!" Guffawed Ashley, happy tears raining down her cheeks as a couple of bar cloths appeared for the women to dry themselves. "That's your fault!"
Emma looked across the happy group and saw, in addition to Ruby, Dorothy, Ashley, Sean, Ariel and Eric, she spotted her son and his girlfriend watching the performance, too.
"Henry? What the hell? You shouldn't be in here!" she blurted out, noticed for the first time by the rest of them.
"I'm allowed to, aren't I? I'm not drinking alcohol, neither's Vi, and yes, her dad knows we're here. And he's okay with it."
"He might be but I'm not! I may not be Sheriff any more, but I'm still your mother, and I'm telling you to go home, kid."
"KID?" Henry's face changed in moments from embarrassment at being told off by his mother in public, to one of pure anger. "KID? You still call me a fucking kid? I'm twenty years old! Almost twenty-one…MA! I'm allowed to vote, go to war, or even make porn films if I wanted to, WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION! I'm staying!"
Emma felt like she was going to explode. He may be doing nothing illegal, and he may be only holding a coke, but he was still showing her disrespect. And in front of everyone else!
"Henry, I will not tell you again. I-"
"YOU'LL WHAT MA?" Henry suddenly exploded in her face, as angry as she was. "You'll smack me? You'll send me to my room? You'll take away my toys? It's time you woke up! I'm not a 'kid' anymore, I'm a fucking adult! You don't like it? Well too bad! Don't take your problems out on me, just because Robin's back in town!"
Emma almost spat with anger, launching herself closer to his face and raising her right hand to him.
"HOW DARE YOU? Say that again and I swear I'll…"
But Henry didn't deflect, didn't seem in fear, didn't back away. "GO ON? DO IT!"
At that, Emma lost control completely but somehow stopped herself from slapping him. Instead, she flicked her wrist, instantly transporting from her sight, and everyone else's, straight into Storybrooke Sheriff's Office, and straight into a locked cell!
The previously happy little crowd, astonished by the angry scene, stepped away from the now trembling Sheriff. Emma shook violently, almost in shock, realising what she'd just done. Her legs weakened and give way as she partly collapsed to her knee on the floor, hands coming up to cover her face as she started to pant loudly in shock. The small group stood transfixed at the sight, not knowing whether to leave her be, or comfort her.
It was then she felt strong arms lift her from behind, as someone else brought a chair over.
"Emma, come, sit. It'll be alright." Ruby quietly whispered in her ear. "You're among friends."
"What've I done, Rubes? What have I done? I almost slapped him around the face! What kind of mother does that to her own son?" As she started to weep, she spotted the young brunette girl, now looking angry, kneel in front of her.
"Emma, where did you send Henry?"
She looked up into the eyes of her son's girlfriend. "Violet! I'm...sorry you had to see that."
"Yeah, but not as sorry as I am!" The girl answered with a calm bluntness Emma hadn't heard before. "I know why you're angry, Emma. Henry was rude to you, after all; but he did have a point! He's allowed in here. So am I. Dad thought long and hard before allowing me to come. He is rather protective after all! However, he let me because he trusts Henry, and knows he's responsible. And the reason he's so responsible has a lot to do with the great upbringing he had from both his mums. But he's not a child anymore Emma! He's a grown man! Sorry, but as much as I respect you, the fact is he was in the right, and you were in the wrong! It's going to take more than being sorry to fix this!"
That stung. The girl had never spoken to her like that before, and Emma's own anger had now turned to grief as she stayed silent, looking into her eyes. However, Violet was not to be deflected.
"So where did you send him?"
"He hates me." She croaked.
"No, he's just annoyed with you. Now, again, where is he?"
"I was just so angry! I just wanted him to stop!"
"By treating him like a child? Where is he?"
"He won't listen to me! Why won't he just listen, and do what he's told?"
Killian had heard enough. "Because, he's not a boy any more, Swan! He's a man! A bright young man, with ideas of his own. Now bloody well stop pissing around and tell the girl what you've done with her boyfriend!"
The sharp tone woke her from her self-pity. Ashamed of her actions, she mumbled, "I sent him to the Sheriff's Office! He's in one of the cells."
"The jail? You put him in a cell?" Violet stood, angry. He's not a fucking criminal! What the hell were you thinking?"
Tinker Bell now stepped closer. "Come on, Vi, I'll take you to him? It'll be quicker." With that, the fairy took the girl's hand, and they disappeared in a whirl of mist, while Emma sat, falling apart.
The Sheriff's Office
Tinker Bell and Violet apparated directly in front of the doors.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I guess, just a bit giddy. Henry's mums have done that with me a couple of times, but I still find it weird. I'll be fine." She marched into the Sheriff's Office, unprepared for the scene before her.
Instead of a tidy office, Masonry and rubble were strewn across the station floor! Where the two jail cells stood, one had its heavy metal door and surround completely blown out, the edges buckled. Leroy sat in the cell opposite, looking traumatised, covered in dust. The station side door, ripped off its hinges, lay just outside. In front of the large hole stood Mulan, also covered in dust and clearly in shock.
The fairy rushed over. "What the hell happened here?" she guided the stunned warrior to one of the chairs.
"Henry Swan-Mills happened, that's what!" answered the former warrior, her face covered in dust, clearly disorientated. "I was sitting over there doing paperwork on Leroy's pull, when Henry just appeared in that cell!" She pointed to the wrecked corner. "He stood there less than a minute, but seemed way too angry to talk, and just muttering something about Emma! He swore a lot, then before I could calm him down, his eyes went a weird gold colour? Then the metal bars blew out! They sent me flying! He walked out while I was still lying on the floor as though I wasn't there. He flicked his wrist and then the front door there just blew off too? Tink, you know I don't frighten easily, but I was seriously shitting myself! He just walked out as if nothing had happened? He didn't even look at me!"
"Oh no..." Tink groaned under her breath, sensing a presence in the air. "It's come in."
"What?" Violet shook her head. "What are you talking about?"
"Magic. Henry's magic has come in!"
"Henry's got magic?" Mulan gasped, incredulous.
"You just saw it. I wasn't sure whether he would, as I never saw much of Emma and Baelfire together, but it seems like he really was a former true love after all! Shame, considering what happened."
"What do we do now?" Violet yelled, her anxiety growing by the second. "Where would he have gone?"
"I've no idea. But he's angry, he's got magic, and doesn't know how to handle it! I guess we need help." Tink pulled out her phone to text someone. "And I know one thing? Regina's going to go mental when she finds out!"
~oOo~