Chapter 1: There is Nothing to Fear
Storybrooke Maine, 2052. The world is slowly dying from a plague, only known as J2, that is spreading across the realms, a disease that has no cure. A faction known as "The Rebellion" have moved underground to search for a cure while avoiding detection from "The Hive", a dangerous group run by an unidentified man of darkness searching for power. The only thing standing in the way of either group taking power is Mayor Regina Mills, who spends her time protecting the residents of Storybrooke from criminals who might bring the plague to her small town. The most dangerous occupants, those deemed most likely to bring the plague to town, are given a new opportunity, a chance for a new life, without being a danger to society, courtesy of the Gold Collective.
The pain was tortuously blinding as he tried to open his eyes. It was a feeling of waking from an all-night bender he couldn't even remember attending. Peering through slits, his room came into view, blue neon lit behind the monitor on his wall. "Status Report." He spoke, a gritty tone leaving his throat.
"Good morning James, it's 7:53 am, pollution level 63%, you have no appointments today." The pleasant robotic voice carried throughout the room. Something felt wrong, like a small itch at the back of his brain, a light tick that was calling out to him, telling him to pay attention.
He stood from his bed, the silk sheets falling to the ground behind him as he wandered through the apartment. "Open blinds." He spoke and the metal slats hummed as they opened fully, revealing the land in front of him, dark smoke clouds on the horizon behind the mountains. Storybrooke, the only home he had ever known. He sighed; he was going to be late. He was halfway to the bathroom before he stopped in his tracks.
What the bloody hell was he about to be late for?
"What time do I have to be at work?" he said loudly.
"You are expected at 8:30am. Shall I prepare transport?"
He groaned, "Sure, but where is my destination?"
"Granny's Diner, Main Street, Storybrooke."
He pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache taking form at the back of his neck. "Granny's." He mumbled. Short memories, like a picture show, formed in his head, an older woman barking orders at him as he cooked burgers in the back of the small diner. He was a cook. He wasn't sure why that felt odd to him, like something was out of place. He didn't have time to contemplate the decisions he made in his life. He was going to be late for work.
The quick shower didn't erase the feelings, images he didn't recognize were imprinted in his subconscious every time he closed his eyes. A woman with hair, a light pale yellow, eyes green as grass staring at him. He couldn't place the image, some celebrity perhaps he had seen in a movie. He shut off the water, running the towel through his hair as he tried to rub the sleep from his brain.
He dressed and left his apartment, sliding the locks shut with a slam, cranking the large metal door handle to the right to ensure it was locked. He glanced down the darkened hallway at the few people meandering about, the lot of which always appeared to be lurking, watching for unsuspecting individuals who left their belongings unprotected.
"You're late." The woman growled as soon as he entered the back of the diner.
"I'm sorry, Granny. In my defense, I forgot I had…" He thought about his sentence. What did he forget exactly? That he had a job, that he was a cook, why he had even woken up at the time he did, dreaming about a woman he had never met, "to work this early." He finished.
"I've had to tell you the same thing since you started working here, it would do you some good to have your AIM set a damn alarm before you go to bed."
Killian had alerted his AIM or Artificial Intelligence Monitor to set a 7am alarm, yet it failed to alert him to his shift for the last few weeks. He would need to have it repaired if this continued.
"Yes Ma'am, apologizes."
"Just get to work, we got people waiting."
James pushed through his shift, flipping burgers, cracking eggs, and sending out plates of food he had no memory of knowing how to cook. He wondered to himself how he ended up with this life, when had he decided that this was the best job he could find? Each time he tried to imagine another career, something that he might actually enjoy doing, the migraine would hit him out of nowhere, crippling him until the inhibitor was injected into his arm and his breathing returned to normal.
Whatever plagued him, this medical condition that brought him to his knees had always been with him from what he could remember. He assumed that it had begun when he was a child, it was second nature for him to know to inject himself once the pain hit. Yet he couldn't remember when it began.
He climbed the stairs to his apartment at the end of the day, entering his room and locking it down behind him. "Set alarm for 7am." He said once he sat his keys on the counter.
"Alarm set. 7am."
He went about the mundane task of preparing his dinner, watching the Holo TV, news that the plague had spread to the outer banks was on every station. Mayor Mills calmed the crowd during her press conference and on each holo announcement that played every 15 mins.
"People of Storybrooke, I give you my assurance that the plague will not breach our walls. We have taken every measure possible to protect our citizens. We continue to fight back the resistance uprising, and our law enforcement continues to arrest any faction that supports it. There is nothing to fear."
Mayor Regina Mills stood in the center of the screen, flanked by her officers on either side. She was fierce, strong, and protected the town of Storybrooke with honor.
"Turn off Holo TV." He announced, setting his dishes in the machine for cleaning.
He crawled into bed, pulling the covers over his hips. "What time is the alarm set for?" He asked, ensuring that everything was still working.
"Alarm is set for 7am, James. Sleep well."
Emma woke to the sound of crying. She jumped up from her spot and reached for her son, pulling him against her chest. "Hush now Henry, mommy's got you." Pressing her child to her breast she felt the tug against her nipple as her son quieted. She smiled down at the infant in her arms, her heart aching as she watched him so still against her, as if nothing in the world mattered but his own nourishment.
Emma wished her view of the world were as innocent. But she knew better.
She looked around the dark shack she had been hiding in for the last few weeks. She could hear the water on the other end of the door, just on the outskirts of the town line. It would be dangerous if anyone were to find her. She had given up everything to get away from Neal Cassidy. Her safety, comfort, even her future was all gone the instant she escaped the tower that had been her home for the last five years.
Emma knew it was dangerous being outside the protective walls of Storybrooke, those who had been exiled lived on the outskirts, many would not escape the plague once they lost the protections provided behind the walls. Emma knew it all too well, five years ago when the plague first appeared, she had taken ill, she was expected to die quickly, painfully. But after a month, the symptoms subsided, and Emma survived.
Doctors could not explain why she survived, only that she had been very lucky.
And then she met Neal. She thought she had finally found someone to share her life with. She was taken in by his father, Gold, a man obsessed with finding the cure to the plague.
His company, The Gold Collective had invested in experimenting on anyone who had come down with the plague, valiantly searching for a cure, the perfect gene sample that would save humanity, but his efforts had been fruitless as most of his subjects died before he had completed his experiments.
Emma found him to be odd, even a bit intimidating at times. His obsession with the plague caused her to keep her own situation quiet. She had a feeling if he had known that she had somehow lived through the plague that his interest in her might become more than just the father of the man she lived with.
Gold took care of her, as Neal's girlfriend, he ensured that she had everything she could ever want. And Neal provided her money, food, and a roof over her head. Something she didn't have before she had met him, back when she was homeless, trying to find her place in Storybrooke. Neal took her in and loved her.
But all of that changed a little over a year ago. Emma wasn't snooping, she hadn't meant to be in the office after hours, but Neal had not returned home that evening, and Emma had been worried. So, she left the penthouse suite of Gold Laboratories and headed to Neal's office. Before she even reached his wing, she heard arguing.
The conversation between Gold and his son was chilling. She knew she needed help. She didn't want to cause alarm or alert either of the men to the knowledge she had overheard them, had realized who the Gold Collective really was, so instead she waited out her time. A week passed before she found her mark, a police detective whom she had followed for days. He lived a quiet life, devoted to his job, going between his apartment downtown and his job at the station, never deviating from his day. He always arrived at work at 10:02am for a 10:30 shift. He had lunch with his partner at 12:45, he picked up Chinese food at 9:00pm before returning to his apartment. She had watched him assisting his elderly neighbor up the stairs and she knew this was the man she needed to trust.
Officer Killian Jones didn't know what to make of her when she showed up at his door at midnight one night. Begging to talk to him, asking for discretion as she tried to determine if he trusted her. When he learned of the knowledge she had, he panicked. He sent her home that evening, telling her to wait a week before she reached out to him again.
It took a month, Emma would arrive at his apartment, they would talk about their plans, share intel on what they had each learned, and suddenly, knowing he was the one person she could trust, feeling like for the first time in her life, someone understood and truly cared about her, she fell for the man.
He tried to deny her, not wanting to take advantage of her trust. But they were in love. There was no denying it. The affair was something that neither one of them had the power to stop. Emma would spend her evenings with Killian, staring at the stars talking about what the future held for them once they were able to figure out a way to stop everything that was happening around them.
But she always returned to Neal, she had no choice but to keep up the ruse in order to protect the secret she had. Too many powerful people were involved for her to alert anyone else. Killian didn't even trust his partner David enough to share the information.
Suddenly Neal became protective of her, asking her where she was going anytime she left the apartment, so Emma had to distance herself from Killian. It had been a month since they had been in contact when Emma received devastating news. She and Neal were having a baby. It broke her heart. When she finally told Killian, he urged her to escape before the child was born. Once Neal had a child, he would never let her leave.
Emma knew he was right, unfortunately by the time she planned her escape, the child was born a prematurely. She was trapped. Killian became concerned for her safety now that a child was involved, and Emma was forced to share her secret with her childhood friend, Will Scarlett. He sprang into action, becoming the go between for Emma and Killian to set their plan in motion for Emma and Henry to escape.
That night, she met Will on the roof, and they made their daring escape, 65 flights of stairs down the back of the building. They waited for hours at the drop off point, but Killian never showed. Emma was devastated, she felt trapped. Will went in search of him, he wasn't at his apartment, the station, or any of his usual locations. Killian was gone without a trace.
She knew that something bad had happened to him. He would never abandon her. She trusted him. The only solution she could come up with was that Gold or Neal had found out about their plan.
Killian was in danger, unless something bad had already happened to him. She was desperate to find him. Without Killian Jones, the entire town was in danger.
"Are you decent?" Will's voice rang out from the other side of the door. She pulled her shirt over her breast, setting her sleeping son beside her.
She stood up and looked through the crack in the door. Will was standing nervously on the edge of the water. She clicked the locks, lifting the wooden latch until the door slid open. Will stepped quickly into the shack.
"You ok?"
"Did you find anything?" She asked anxiously.
"Maybe."
Emma stared at him with pleading eyes. "What do you mean maybe?"
"Look, don't freak out, ok?"
"You're scaring me." She responded nervously.
"I drove by the station again, nothing. David is there but Killian wasn't around. I didn't want to go in, because I figure they might start asking questions, but there was this girl sitting outside and I asked who I could talk to about a case of Killian's, and I used me ole charm and she told me that he never came back to work a few days ago, and that they opened a missing persons case on him."
"Oh God, Will."
"I said don't freak out."
"This is terrible. They killed him, didn't they?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself, I haven't told you everything yet." He pleaded as she paced the room. "Anyway, I went by his apartment, and it was empty. The neighbor says they haven't seen him for days." She started to speak, and he pressed his hand to her mouth. "Emmie, I need you to be quiet, I know that's hard for you."
She groaned against his finger and mumbled. "Fine."
"I got hungry as I usually do about this time and got a craving for a big greasy burger."
"Seriously, you wanted me to be quiet so you could talk about food? I'm losing my patience, Scarlet."
"The burger was excellent by the way, but that's not the point." He paused. "I went back to my car, and there was a man out back tossing out some trash."
"Would you get to the damn point!" She yelled.
"It was Killian."
"What?"
"The guy out back. Spitting image of him."
"Did you talk to him, ask him what the hell is going on?"
"I talked to him, but he acted like he'd never seen me in his life. Swears his name is James Rogers. Emmie, it was the damnedest thing I've ever seen. But I tried, I even called him Killian Jones and he stared straight through me…" He dropped his head. "And then he thought about it, I could see the wheels turning in his head, and then he started wincing, and that's when I saw it."
"Saw what?" Emma asked impatiently, dreading the fact that she could already feel it in her gut, she knew what he was going to tell her, every sensor in her brain was going off that she already knew the truth.
"An inhibitor. The man injected himself with one of Gold's inhibitors."
Emma felt the tears forming, she knew it was the truth. It made sense, he would never have abandoned her or Henry. The only explanation was that Gold or Neal had found out what she was planning to do and got to Killian first. "They erased him." She said sadly, feeling every last bit of hope she had draining from her being.
"Emmie, he's one of the void. There's no way back from that."
"Don't say that, we don't know that. It's all experimental, it's not even legal. Gold's been doing it for years on test subjects. Killian can fight it; I know he can. He's too strong."
"Emmie, he had no idea, absolutely no idea of who I was."
"It doesn't matter, Will. We must keep trying. Maybe the inhibitor just suppresses his memories. We have to get him not to use it."
"For all we know, not using it could cause his brain to explode. It's dangerous."
"I won't give up on him Will. I can't lose him."
He pulled her into his arms, rubbing her back in slow circles as she cried. "It's gonna be ok, we'll figure it out."
"What are we going to do, Will? Without Killian, I'll never get into the station to upload the information."
"We'll find a way. That's what we do right?"
She smiled weakly. She wouldn't give up on him, he risked so much to try and protect her and another man's child. He had given her hope when she had none. She would never stop trying to get him back. Even if it killed her, she would save Killian Jones and take down the Gold empire.