A/N: Hey everyone! I know it has been such a long time since I updated this fic, which is crazy because the chapters are taking place one right after another still, but this fall has been filled with travel and very little free time for me. I didn't get a chance to write, and though I wanted to get the story out there and share the ideas I've had all this time, I wanted to give myself the space to do this story justice. It's been an ambitious AU for me, there's a lot of moving parts and way more reveals than I ever do, making it a really big undertaking. But all of your support along the way and your continued interest has helped keep me motivated even in the time I couldn't work on this. As such, I really hope you will all enjoy this chapter, and I thank you all for reading!
She is never leaving my sight again, Killian thought to himself as he held Emma to his side, keeping ever vigilant about their surroundings out here in the woods.
The two of them had stolen their temporary moment alone after the encounter with the bear, but both of them knew that quiet couldn't really last forever. Nevertheless, the wish to run away with Emma and barricade her from anything that might harm her was strong in Killian. He resisted, knowing that leaving would not only put everyone else at risk, but that it would make his Emma deeply unhappy, but in the privacy of his own mind, he allowed those thoughts to wander. At the end of the day, his priority was Emma and the baby that she was carrying now, and there was just no changing that.
As if she could hear his mind's rampant musings, Emma's hand came to cover his arm, a silent show that she was here and that she was readily accepting his need to protect her. She looked up to him, and though he was certain he hadn't pushed the worried internal dialogue her way through their mental link, he could see that she knew anyway. He couldn't hide the hurt and the harried frenzy that nearly losing her had conjured up. It still lingered here with him, as it would until all of this was over and done.
We'll get through this, she pushed to him quietly, and in response Killian quietly brought her hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss atop her smooth and creamy skin before leading it to rest above his heart. The smile she graced him with at the reassuring motion filled him with renewed hope, but yet again their quiet shows of intimacy were short lived.
"I still don't get it," a voice interjected, pulling Emma and Killian from their semi-private moment. "He comes to town, tries to kill us all, claims Anna, barrels into the magic force field, and now… nothing."
Tink's words, lobbed at the bear that had at first seemed like nothing more than a foe, prompted all of them to look in the beast's direction. The grizzly was ferocious and imposing still, with eyes a tempered red color, but they lacked the vibrancy of before. Now, instead of glowing a sickening scarlet, they were more molten, a deep burgundy where they were once so bright. The mellowing out of the color signaled to Killian that the bear had calmed somehow, not breaking from its fever, but tamping it down. That didn't mean he trusted this unknown shifter though, and until they were certain he posed no threat to Emma, that bear was getting nowhere near his woman again.
"Could we maybe keep our less helpful thoughts to ourselves for the time being?" Emma countered, and though the words were sharp, it was understandable why she said them. For as much as the bear was an enigma to them, he was just as much of a puzzle to Anna, if not more so. Emma's friend was still somewhat dazed from it all, and currently Elsa and Liam were standing with her, the former trying to comfort her sister, and the latter keeping his reflexes sharp in case the lass made a break for the bear.
"Sorry, it's just…" Tink trailed off, unsure of how to phrase this precarious situation.
"It's just bat shit crazy is what it is," Ruby exclaimed.
"And about to get crazier," Emma's Uncle Lance noted, commenting on the impending hubbub that was coming down the road right now.
The Nolan's were all together in their car, not having had the chance to run as Liam, Killian, and Graham had. They'd also had to wait until they were given some sort of all clear. The situation was now somewhat contained, but before that there was too much risk in having Neal, Mary Margaret, or Ruth out here. Killian had never seen Emma's father in action, but he knew the man had been trained his whole life to be a hunter. David Nolan would have all the necessary skills to have been a part of this fight, but as it turned out, the fight came down almost entirely to the instincts of Emma and her wolf.
"Emma!"
The car was still in motion, braking on the loose, dirt path, but it did nothing to stop Mary Margaret from jumping out and running to her daughter. Killian moved back ever so slightly, knowing what would come next, but he stayed as close as possible to the massive hug Emma's mother bestowed on her. Tears of relief streamed down the older woman's face, but she didn't break down, even in her moment of vulnerability. She may have been human, but Emma's mother was strong, and fiercely protective of the children she loved so dearly.
"I told you I'd be okay," Emma whispered, attempting to share a smile with her Mum, and the words felt like a punch to his gut. He closed his eyes briefly, seeing again the image of Emma trapped beneath the snarling bear, but he shook it away, willing himself to be strong for his mate. Reliving that terrible moment did nothing but make him weaker and more worried.
Emma's father, brother, and grandmother all surrounded her as well, hugging Emma close before turning their attention to the others. Mary Margaret immediately moved to Gwen, trying to take strength from a woman who had answered in their hour of need, and David clearly felt the support of his lifelong friend and capable shifter Lance, but soon the greetings and reunions were tossed aside, and all attention turned to the problem at hand. It was interrogation en masse, and the questions tossed out were free game for all of them and in dire need of answer.
"Is everyone all right?"
"Everyone's in one piece," Graham said, having taken account of the whole group's status as soon as the bear was contained. No one had withstood anything that amplified shifter healing wouldn't clear up by the end of the day. All in all, they'd been incredibly lucky.
"Any injuries?"
"Just to my pride. Damn bear got the better of me at one point, and I can't say I'm too thrilled with that," Granny quipped, prompting the ghost of a smile to tug at Killian's lips. In another moment he'd laugh at the old wolf and her totally serious resentment at having been bested, but things being as they were, he couldn't quite get to the level of comfort needed for a good dose of fun. "But other than that, we're all fine."
"Barely," Emma's aunt coughed out and Killian watched as Emma's head snapped to her. A quiet contest of wills elapsed between them. Clearly her aunt wanted to disclose how close things had really come, but Emma wanted to spare her parents the pain of what could have been. It wasn't clear who would prove victorious, but then Mary Margaret caught the exchange and there was no avoiding the conversation.
"What happened?" Her tone held the firm but alarmed kind of shrillness only a mother could produce.
"Uh, it might be totally out of the realm of normal, but it's also kind of straight forward," Tink hedged, shrugging a shoulder as she proceeded to give the barest of highlights, thus helping Emma keep things under wraps. "A giant, angry, magically roided up grizzly shifter came to town, we lured it out here, we got it in the magical crystal thing, and now here we are."
"Is that all?" David asked, having caught on to his wife's increased agitation. "Emma?"
Emma's muscles tightened significantly as the conversation went on, her stance looking more and more like she might just shift and run away from all of this. But instead, she looked to Killian, asking him only with her expression if he'd have her back. Of course he would, and he sealed that silent oath with a kiss to her temple. She leaned into the action for only the briefest of moments before taking a deep breath and coming clean.
The look of anguish on her parents' faces was likely punishment enough for Emma, who had already felt some guilt about the danger she'd put herself in. Neal, for his part, looked awed at her bravery, and at one point he even interrupted with a word of praise, before a look from his mother quickly cut that thinking off. When Emma was done, it was clear that her mother especially was both wracked with worry and terribly angry. Her emotions were big and jumbled and messy, but though she probably deserved to get them out, Killian felt it was time to step in.
"Obviously there's a lot to unpack there, but the big thing is Emma is safe now and there will never be another similar instance again." He looked to Emma, who nodded readily. "And right now we don't have the luxury of examining this all again. Gold has essentially declared war on us with this attack, and we can't assume that'll be the end of it."
"So we're certain now that it's him?" Ruth asked. She was struggling to keep up given how much had been happening and that was understandable. Between Gold and Emma's great uncle George's appearance, there were so many unknowns hanging about right now, certainly more than could ever be easily understood.
"There's too much magic involved for it to be anyone else," Ruby replied. "But we were hoping you might confirm. The enchantment on the collar is still pulsing even now. It should look similar to the charms you witnessed."
Ruth followed Ruby towards the choker, which had still yet to be touched by anyone but Emma. Without any discussion about the chance of her being jinxed somehow by the object, Ruth reached out to examine it. She nodded as soon as her skin made contact with the magic itself.
"This is definitely Gold's work. It looks and feels the same. It's reptilian almost, if that makes sense."
"It doesn't, but not much does anymore," Liam remarked, and again Killian wished he was in the place to laugh. God knew they all needed it, but with so much still unknown every bit of their energy needed to be tied up in solving this life threatening puzzle.
Ruth continued to examine the artifact, her eyes taking in the material that appeared to be leather bound together by some kind of silver or platinum. It was a strange combination, but there was something in Ruth's eyes that spoke to familiarity. Killian didn't know if it was just her identifying the magic or what, but the hairs on the back of his neck went up just before she turned the leather over, a shocked look rushing across her face as she dropped the object back to the ground.
"Grandma?" Emma asked, having picked up on the same nervous energy that Killian did even before it truly managed to manifest. They both moved towards Ruth, searching for answers, but she appeared speechless as she looked back at them.
"Mom?" David asked, moving towards her quickly, trying to see if she was all right before sparing a glance at the cursed collar. Instantly his face portrayed the same shock, and then he let loose a very rare curse. "Son of a bitch."
"Language," Mary Margaret and Emma's Aunt Gwen both said absently, but it was obviously instinct and driven by no sort of real intention. Within seconds Emma's mother was at David's side and held his hand in hers once more. "David, what is it?"
"That sigil."
Killian turned his focus to the emblem on the leather collar. It was all hard lines and angles, and though it was a random association, Killian thought of how it looked so unlike most shifter symbols. It was clearly old, dating back far before the flags and figures of most great houses, but it sliced through the collar with an authority and a bluntness that looked like many knives hard at work.
"You know it?" Emma asked, prompting her father out of the angry and confused mood he was now grappling with,
"It's the Nolan crest," her Dad said. "And not only that, it's my Uncle's work. See here," he motioned at the ridges and how the slices were jagged but perfectly symmetrical. "Nolans for centuries used branding techniques to establish our crest, but my Uncle said it left the smell of smoke. He wanted something cleaner and so he studied the old ways. All this was done with one knife in one stroke."
"But with magic anything can be recreated, can't it? It could be a set-up, something to throw us off the trail," Anna said. Yet even as the words left her lips, she was still trying to figure it all out for herself. "Still, the magic is so obviously Gold's. No one else can recreate that, why bother with any attempted distraction?"
"It's not a diversion. It's a claim. Gold made his with his magic and my brother made his with this," Ruth said, her words finally reappearing though her eyes were still somewhat glazed over by ghosts from her past. "God, I wished I'd never see this symbol again, never mind the man who made it. To think he's working with Gold. This is a nightmare."
"I just don't get it. Why are they both doing this? What's the end game?" Graham asked.
"My Uncle's will be as it always was – to eradicate shifters."
"Even family?" Killian asked and David nodded.
"But what about Gold?" Elsa asked. "He's got no ties to any of us but Ruth. Surely she can't mean that much to him. She's been awake five years, and he could have found her in any of that time."
"Look, I don't know the guy, but from everything you guys have found out, does it really seem like he needs a reason?" Tink asked. "The man is clearly more than a few marbles shy of a whole set."
"He'll have a reason," Ruth responded. "But Elsa's right, it can't be me. Most likely it's you all." She gestured at Ruby, Elsa, Anna, and Emma.
"All of us?" Emma asked. "I mean I get them, they're witches, but I'm -,"
"The Nolan heir and a hybrid shifter. Not to mention you're mated to the true alpha of one of the strongest packs in America. Elsa, Anna, and Ruby have tremendous power, to be sure, and having joined together in one place, they'd be a natural threat to a power-hungry beast like Gold. But you're truly unique, Emma, something that can't be recreated, and to Gold that's worth more than anything."
"Clearly he's willing to die over it," Liam said shaking his head as his eyes met Killian's. "And he will. Soon as we can find that fu-," A shove from Elsa reminded Liam of the smaller ears in the group now and he cleared his throat before finding another word that didn't fit nearly as well. "foe?"
"Not terrible. Not a great save, but not awful," Neal joked, earning a smile from the adults who were still all in awe that this young boy was managing to swim in the deep end of all of this shifter drama.
"Where's Lance?" Emma's father asked, drawing attention to the fact that his old friend was missing from this conversation. Killian hadn't even noticed, a testament to the extreme stealth of mountain lion shifters.
"He picked up a scent earlier but with the bear and all there was no time. We had to get to you all as fast as we could," Gwen explained. "He's circling back to track it now."
"Another shifter?"
"No. I mean I don't know. I didn't even smell anything, but he said there was something…"
At that moment, the low rumble of a wild cat running came through the underbrush and then Lance appeared at the tree line in his shifter form. In the blink of an eye he transformed to human again. This was pretty normal for all of them, as even Emma and her friends had more exposure to shifting this summer, but for Neal it was a shock and that manifested when the boy gasped aloud. One look spared in the boy's direction showed he was nothing but excited. No fear, no dismay. Just the giddy look of childlike wonder that a kid might have in the face of a perfect Christmas or a trip to Disney World.
"You didn't recognize it because it's a scent from before we ever met," Lance said emerging from the woods. "It's feint, but it's citrus rinds and tea leaves."
"George," David and Ruth said at the same time both resigned but obviously perplexed.
"Lance?" Gwen asked, putting her hand to his arm in question, echoing everyone else's confusion.
"Hunters bathe in salted citrus waters with tea leaves before an attack. It largely suppresses human scent and keeps them nearly untraceable, blending in with forest smells better than any other combination. I only know about it at all because it's what David always smelled like growing up."
"He's here?" Emma's father asked, skipping over the tea bath tidbit.
"If he isn't then he was. Trail leads to the clinic. It's strong there but no sign of him. SUV tire tracks in the dirt. Recently left."
"Was the SUV big enough to hold him?" Anna asked, motioning towards the bear, her face angrier than Killian had ever seen it.
"Would have been a cramped cage," Lance admitted, making the air around Anna practically crackle with her resentment of David's Uncle. A breeze floated in the glen around them, and in it there was a glinting of light that spoke to something more than wind. It was Anna's palpable energy, and though she did her best to conceal it, the storm inside her mind and heart was starting to brew in the world around them. "But there's more. The clinic has been marked, and the animals inside are feeling very on edge. You're gonna want to get over there before some humans do."
"Wait but hold on, how is this even possible?" Emma asked, stalling everyone in their tracks before they sped off to the clinic. "How would your Uncle have had time to get here after messing with Neal? The bear attacked maybe thirty minutes after you left. And I'm sorry, I don't care how skilled a hunter he is. You're telling me he brought a giant grizzly in a huge SUV into the city Boston? Doesn't that seem like a really dumb idea?"
"Emma's right, the timeline is all off," Killian affirmed, and it seemed to dawn on the others how accurate that was.
"I showed Neal a picture once we got back to the house, and he confirmed it was definitely George who approached him."
"But what if it wasn't?" Ruby asked, turning her inquiry to Emma's brother. "Neal, was there anything strange about the man who approached you?"
"You mean other than the fact that he cornered me and said all that cryptic stuff about my being a hunter and his family?" Ruby nodded. "Uh, I don't know he spoke kind of fast. Like a little faster than was easy to follow. Made the already crazy stuff he said even more confusing. It also felt like he was kind of talking to himself, answering his own questions when I didn't really feel like he'd asked anything. And he kept flicking his wrist as he talked and then balling it up. His face got mad when he did that but only for a second."
"That doesn't sound like George," Ruth said critically. "He's a methodical man. His whole life has been about control and perfection. He speaks so well, he's a vocal coach's dream. Same with his movements."
"Hunters don't fidget," David said, sounding like he was repeating words he was oft told in his past life as opposed to making any sort of additional commentary.
"Could a human smell a hunter, even though shifters mostly can't?" Neal asked and Emma's father responded.
"Yes but it would be almost unnoticeable. Why do you ask?"
"Well I didn't really think much of it but I smelled something awful in the air when he came up to me. I thought it was just one of those city pockets you know? Where the air is just dirty and you kinda have to walk through it."
"Could be," Ruby said, "But sulfuric smells can be a side effect of dark magic. Ruth, what was Gold like when you interacted with him all those years ago? Do you remember?"
"Well he was much more unbalanced than George, that's for sure. Gold used to talk in riddles anytime I met with him and always so fast you barely knew what he was saying. Now that you mention it the wrist thing sounds like something too. He used to kind of flick his up like this," Ruth said, displaying a gesture that was almost caricature of what a person with magic might do.
"So the body language and the other clues hint that Neal was actually dealing with Gold and not George, and if that's the case he must have used a glamour spell," Elsa acknowledged. "Unless there's another way?"
"No, for him to look like George it would have to be a glamour, it would explain the smell, but it would also take a lot of magical energy. He should be really weak after expending himself like that. I mean between that and the magic that's been spent on trapping this bear… he shouldn't even be alive."
"'Should' doesn't really seem like a word that fits in our world at the moment," Granny sassed and they all agreed. There was no reason to assume Gold was anything but fully healthy right now, no doubt through some sinister means.
"I think realistically we need to split this up. George has apparently left this mess for me at the clinic. We should start there," Emma's father said, nodding to Lance and his mother who both silently accepted their new assigned posts.
"Usually I'd say I'm all we need over at team 'scent tracker,' but with everything that's happened today and all the breaches…"
"You need help," Graham said, filling in for Tink without hesitation. "I'd go, but we need to keep up the appearance of normalcy for the rest of the town, and after this bear warning people are going to have questions."
"I'll go with Tink," Granny offered, surprising most of them before letting out a disgruntled huff and straightening her shoulders. "Oh please, I'm old, I'm not dead. Heck the kids would say I've got 'mad skills' when it comes to tracking."
"Any kids who would have said that are probably in their mid-thirties by now," Killian whispered, and despite everything Emma squawked out something close to a laugh. She then sent him a sharp but loving look, telling him that now was not the time but that she did find him funny.
"As much as we have to find George, we need to track Gold just as badly," Elsa proclaimed. "I still don't sense him as being the biggest threat, but he's in this too and if we're ever going to get an idea of what the end game is, we need to know everything we can."
"So that leaves what?" Ruby asked. "Bear watch? Liam and Killian can handle that."
"What about us?" Emma asked, motioning towards her brother and her mother.
"We need to put some of that natural organizing to good use," Ruth said adamantly. "Mary Margaret, you more than anyone could try and map this out. Getting everything we know in one place could help make everything more clear."
"Plus no one is better at wrangling multiple groups," Gwen added, waving her walkie talkie in the air before nodding towards Graham. "You've got a direct line to all of us, and the patience and know-how to get everything you need."
"Well when you put it like that," Emma's mother said, clearly pleased with her role. "So what are we waiting for? This war ain't gonna win itself."
And since that was true, they all moved off to their designated jobs, though Killian kept track of Emma constantly. Luckily her mother decided to set up their brainstorming outside here in the glen, so as much as Killian was on bear watch, he was also looking out for his mate. Killian would not let anything happen to Emma and their family, so right now it was his mission to use all of his years of experience as a shifter to aid in their protection. In the long span of his life where he sought to avenge his mother, and then in the years spent tracking and avoiding any signs of Liam and his pack, he had become a well-honed machine. His skills allowed him to feel ready for whatever may come, and he trusted that his love of Emma and his want to protect both her physical being and her heart would make anything possible. Whatever foe may present themselves, he would handle them, because there was no other option as far as he or his wolf were concerned.
That readiness and familiarity with trouble, however, did not apply to everyone, and there was one person amongst them who more than anyone must be flummoxed and uneasy given all the tumult. Killian looked even now at young Neal and he felt for the boy. He was putting on a brave face, but there was still concern that made its way to the surface now and then. Emma's brother hid it well from his overbearing and constantly watchful mother, but when Mary Margaret moved away to talk with Gwen on the walkie talkie about everything going on at the clinic, Killian saw a chance to try and do some good.
"You holding up all right, lad?"
Killian posed the question like it could in any way be straight forward to this young boy. Emma's brother had woken up this morning a gifted but largely ordinary child. He was brilliant to be sure, but he had no real notion of what any of this meant. Human science alone couldn't prepare him for this, not when the books they taught in schools mentioned nothing of this whole different part of the world. It must be a great shock to him, yet here Neal stood, ready for action and above the fray of questions most people, no matter what age, would grapple with when a situation like this arose.
"It makes sense in a way," Neal admitted, shrugging his shoulder. "Not the whole my great uncle is working with a warlock thing. That's just crazy."
"Aye it is. But the shifting, and your wolf, they're not as surprising to you?"
"I had dreams, back when everyone thought I was going to die." Neal shrugged at the memory of those times, because his childhood illness was just a part of his life. It was a painful chapter of the Nolan family story, but Neal looked to be all the stronger for it now. "They were pretty all over the place. I was sleeping all the time and I was in and out, but there was a woman towards the end, that I remember. She was nice, with a smile like my mom. I knew I could trust her, and the next thing I knew she turned into a wolf and I did too. It was weird, but it felt right, you know?"
Killian gulped, knowing that the woman Neal spoke of was his mother. He debated telling the boy the full truth, but given everything that he was saddled with now, it didn't seem wise. There would be time, hopefully, when all of this had been resolved and he and Emma could have a full discussion with Neal about all they'd learned. They'd tell him of Emma's own dreams, of the process Elsa's magic had undertaken to save them both, and how Killian's mother found a way even beyond the grave to watch over him and the family he would one day love. But for now, the best course of action was bolstering Neal's faith and telling him this would all work out okay.
"It must be strange, to learn of what you are later like this. I know for Emma it was a unique process. It can be overwhelming. But it's also…" he searched for the right words.
"Uh, totally cool?" Neal filled in, looking genuinely enthusiastic. "I mean I can turn into a wolf. That's pretty bad ass."
Killian and Neal's heads both whipped towards the direction of Mary Margaret, but despite her motherly senses, she seemed to have missed her son's bit of cursing. That was likely for the best.
"It's an amazing gift to be sure. I know I'd never feel truly whole without my wolf. I'm glad you and Emma will have that now too."
"Yeah. I just wish I didn't have to wait. I mean five more years? That feels like forever."
Killian smiled and he knew that for Neal it must seem like just that. As a kid, years felt like they'd never pass, and time would never move in the direction that you wanted it. It took the benefit of hindsight to see that everything comes exactly when it should, and as a new shifter, Neal would be in much better shape if he had a few years of understanding who he was before moving into that phase of his life.
"When things calm down, we should talk. You'll have questions, and while your father is well versed in much of the shifter world, he might not have all the answers."
"Did your Dad have them?" Neal asked, not out of any malice, but because he just genuinely didn't know the history of Killian and his family.
"No, but I was lucky to have an elder brother."
"And now I will too," Neal said, like Killian's new status in the family was a long time given. Killian smiled at that, nodding.
"Aye. That you will. Whatever you need, Neal, I'll be here to help. So will Emma, and Liam, and all of us."
"Like a real pack," Neal said and Killian thought about it a moment before nodding. After all, what else could they be called at this point? There were so many of them, shifter, witch, and otherwise, tied together through love, through family ties and friendship. If that wasn't a pack as it was intended to be then Killian didn't know what it was.
Feeling secure in the fact that Neal was okay, Killian planned to switch his attention back to the others and their deliberations, but the bear suddenly let forth a harsh huff of air, propelling the front of his body up into the air, before stomping its thick paws into the earth below. Killian went on alert, preparing to get to Emma if the grizzly should break free, but then he gathered that the others were talking about the bear and the bear was somehow communicating, though perhaps not very effectively.
"It's the weirdest thing," Neal said, shaking his head as he watched the captive beast.
"Seeing a mammoth grizzly in a magic cage? Yeah, weird is one way of putting it."
"It's not that. It's the smell around him. It's sterile and sharp. I swear it smells like when I was in the hospital. Like an IV but not quite."
Sniffing the air, Killian could at first only sense the overwhelming stench of a shifter sickness and Gold's magic, but there, underneath those notes, there was something he belatedly recognized as medical. Now that Neal said it, he wondered how he, or any of the other shifters had missed it all this time.
"I've got news for you, lad: those supposed genius tendencies of yours are not purely human. You're gonna be a hell of a shifter."
Neal grinned at that, and after Killian urged him to tell the others, a whole new door of inquiry opened. Everyone came back from their separate corners of Storybrooke, seeking to put a new piece of the puzzle in place.
"Magic and medicine? But that's crazy. Can it even be done?" Tink asked.
"I think we're looking at the proof," Elsa hedged, gesturing at the bear.
"Did anyone get a bite of his neck?" Emma asked and the others who had been there in the thick of the fight shook their head. "He's got two puncture marks there, I saw a flash of them when I took the collar off, but I just assumed…"
"Let's all just make a plan to stop doing that for the time being," Graham said and they heartily agreed, for surely assuming anything was getting them nowhere. They had to start from scratch and do as Neal had done, study the problem just with the facts and clues before them.
"Are the marks identical, Emma?" Neal asked and after a moment of reflection Emma nodded.
"Yeah, they looked pretty similar. I only caught a quick glimpse though."
"Can you get him closer to us?" Neal asked and Mary Margaret shook her head.
"Neal, no -,"
"He doesn't need to leave the enclosure, Mom. I just need to see his neck. Emma said there's two punctures. That's rare in medical treatment of any kind, human or animal. There's usually only one puncture site. Whenever I needed more than one medicine they stuck me in different places or they're infused through one site, resulting in only one puncture. Two identical pierces is almost unheard of. In fact, the only researchers I know that have regularly and successfully used two study genetically based nervous system manipulation."
"Uh, can you repeat that in English?" Liam replied and Killian related to his brother's sentiment. This was elevated stuff well beyond the experience set of any of the adults here, save for maybe Emma and David who had a veterinary background, and Neal was a teenager. How did he know about this?
"Basically treatment to regrow and stabilize a broken nervous system. Yes, it's super complicated and obscure, and before you ask, I just spent the summer rooming with a medical prodigy who is headed to Columbia pre-med at 14. You pick up stuff when all your friend talks about is cutting edge science stuff."
"That's brilliant, Neal, but what makes you think that this has anything to do with that?"
"Well the dual needle there wasn't just used for fun, it was necessary to yield any positive results. The doctors were trying to infuse damaged nervous systems with a lining that would revamp nerves and allow for an artificial system reboot. They needed two different solutions to do that, and they needed to mix at the same rate through the body while not being combined outside of the system itself. They said that allowing the chemical interaction to happen inside the body actually improved the lasting effects of the treatment."
"So that begs the question, how do we get closer to him?"
Granny's query prompted all of them to look to Anna automatically, but that only prompted Elsa to get defensive.
"No! No way! Absolutely not! You are not going in there."
"Elsa we need to know," Anna replied, her tone even, not matching the loudness or the fear of her sister. "And it's like I keep telling you. He won't hurt me."
"Maybe we can just ask him to come closer?" Emma added, clearly not wanting her friend anywhere near that bear without the barrier still between them.
"But what if one of the solutions Neal is talking about isn't just science?" Ruby replied, her brow furrowed together. "If it's magical then we need a witch to gauge that and that would be damn near impossible with Elsa and Anna's enchantment as strong as it is."
"We're not doing this," Elsa said, her anguish clear, but the fight in her starting to fail somewhat.
"What other choice do we have, Elsa? We're in danger and more than that we're blind. We need answers. We need them to stay safe, and we need them to heal him. He has to be okay, Elsa. He just has to be."
The connection Anna felt to this bear was strong already though she'd never even seen his human form. Killian understood that, and though it must feel impossible to accept that Anna might be in any kind of danger, Elsa did too. All she needed to do was think about when it was Liam. When the two of them first met, Liam was still unstable and unwell, perhaps to a different degree, but Elsa stood by him. She was devoted right from the start, and she did everything she could to heal his brother and to stop his pain. Anna wanted to do the same thing, and now Elsa had to support her, fear and all.
You will not hurt her, do you hear me?
The mental push came from Emma and was aimed at the bear, but Killian still heard it. Her eyes were wary, set on the grizzly as her face gave nothing but seriousness away. The bear snorted but gave a sharp nod, unwilling or unable to reply with coherent thoughts, but showing with animal action that he was not in an aggressive place.
"Okay, Anna. You can go in there, but only for a minute. You find out what we need to know and then you get back out here. Are we clear?" Emma asked and Anna nodded. Without any more deliberation she moved to the edge of the crystal enclosure and then she stepped in.
Not knowing how things would go made the moment of Anna's examination emotionally fraught, but beyond that this was a moment that both Emma's friend and this unknown shifter must be craving on a cellular level. They were fated mates, destined to be together and yet unable to have more than a brief interaction. They couldn't even speak to each other, and the fact that this was all happening while he was a bear must make things even more confusing. Yet none of that translated. Instead, Anna approached with cautious determination, stopping just before the bear and pausing only for a moment before she raised her hand to the bear's face. Her hand made contact and everyone held their breath until the bear made a low, but welcoming growl.
"Hi," Anna murmured after a moment, her voice raspier than usual. "This isn't how I thought something like this would happen. I had all these ideas about who you'd be and how we'd meet and this is just… well, different."
The bear closed its eyes for a moment exhaling what could only be called a grizzly form of a sigh, and then nuzzled more so into Anna's touch. A sign of agreement and docility that was so alien a concept with a shifter this sick.
"Anna." Elsa's calling out to her sister reminded Anna of her mission and she straightened her stance and nodded.
"Right. I have to fix this. I have to help you. And I don't know if you heard what we were saying but -,"
The bear didn't even need to hear the rest of her request, instead shifting so Anna could be up close and personal with his neck and the site of the punctures Emma had seen. Anna let out a sound of sadness at seeing where the bear had been injured.
"What do you see?" Neal asked.
"Two puncture marks, just like Emma said. And they're really big and thick. I can see why you thought someone bit him. He's started to heal over it but there's scarring and…" she raised her hand over the wound but trailed off from speaking to them.
"And what?" Ruby asked.
"You were right Ruby, I can feel the magic. Some sort of potion of something. But there's something else here. Some residue of something else."
"We need to see that!" Neal said, his desire to figure out this puzzling situation clear as day. "We can test his fur or maybe get some blood work, but it would be better if we had the actual solution itself."
With just the barest flutter of her fingers Anna used her magic to extract the droplets of whatever liquid coated the bear's fur. It was entrancing to see, and the little bits of whatever injection was used hung suspended in the air. It was a small amount, but small was better than nothing at all. "I need something to put this in."
A vile was produced from Mary Margaret's bag, and no one bothered to ask why she had it. No doubt some sort of 'always be prepared mentality' and Emma brought it to the edge of the barrier with Killian right behind her. But while they expected Anna to come right away, she was stalled, wanting, no doubt, to stay close to her mate.
"I know how hard this must be, Anna, but the sooner we figure out what this is the sooner you can heal him."
"I'm going to fix this," Anna said, for the bear's benefit and not for any of theirs. "We're gonna find out what this is and I swear I will fix it."
At the mention of her leaving, the bear's eyes went dark, looking more onyx than any shade of red. It reminded Killian of his father and of Liam and it all clicked. This was some sort of manufactured alpha sickness. It had to be. But just as soon as that darkness came, the bear shook its head and pushed it back again, its irises back to a deep burgundy color. The bear hoisted its body up and then stomped its two front feet to the ground but made no more sounds. It was a dismissal of Anna, and a nonverbal warning that she had to go now before he lost control. Anna seemed to understand and she moved quickly towards the barrier and back outside with all of them. With shaky hands she used her magic to put the droplets in the vial and then sealed it before handing it to Neal.
"You want me to look at it?" Neal asked, his eyes growing wide.
"Yes, Neal, I do. You were right about the injections, and if we didn't have that we'd pretty much have nothing to go on," Anna said. "You are brilliant, and you are my brother, in every way that matters. Right?"
"Right," Neal agreed without hesitation.
"I know it's asking a lot, and I know you might not be able to handle everything alone, but I just need you to try. Anything you learn is helpful. Anything. I can do the magical stuff, but I don't know anything about medicine."
"I'm gonna need help," Neal said looking to Emma and Emma nodded.
"And you've got it. You've got me and Dad. I don't know much about double injections or genome treatments, but I'll do whatever I can. We've got equipment at the clinic. We can run some tests and see what compounds we're working with and -,"
Killian was about to speak up and say that Emma needed to think about this before making any bold decisions. She'd been through the ringer today, and this testing would no doubt be an involved process. It worried Killian that Emma would continue exerting so much energy when she'd had such a close call earlier, but surprisingly it was Neal who vocalized that worry first.
"That's exactly what we're gonna do, Emma. But I think Dad and I have got this for now. You should rest up. You've had a way longer day than the rest of us."
"But I can help too," Emma reasoned.
"And you will. But maybe tomorrow, all right? This is gonna take a while. We won't find any answers right away anyway. You know that."
Killian waited eagerly, hoping that Emma would reach that conclusion on her own as well, and he felt himself relax when she agreed. It was such a relief to know that Emma wouldn't be over extending herself into the wee hours of the morning. The day was already fading away, with the sun dipping low in the trees, and Killian knew that what his mate needed was food, rest, and time away from the insanity of their world right now.
The others all agreed with Neal's take, and with a new plan in motion people started to split up, headed for their evenings in different ways. The Nolans headed to the clinic to grab start testing things both at the lab and then back home, while Ruby, Anna, and Elsa agreed that they should try and process the magical concoction that Anna had sensed in the bear and in the collar. Ruby would do so with her family's archives back at Graham's, but where Elsa tried to offer a similar scenario for her and Anna, Anna was uninterested.
"I'm not leaving him," Anna said sternly, looking back to the bear with a fierceness of conviction that had no chance of being swayed. Knowing this instinctively, Elsa let out a small sigh but nodded.
"Okay, so we stay."
"You two mind?" Liam asked, and Killian smirked at his brother's question. Even if he did mind it wouldn't matter much. Liam would just camp out here with his mate and her sister. But there was no need, not when he had somewhere else he and Emma could go.
"Knock yourselves out," he quipped, gesturing to the doorway. "We'll just pack a bag and be out of your hair."
"We're not staying?" Emma asked, looking surprised, but also a bit relieved if the flash in her eyes was anything to go off of.
"I have a better idea, love. That is, if you trust me."
"Always," Emma said, and though he stole a fleeting kiss from her lips, it was but a mere morsel to tide him over until real privacy could be procured.
True to their word, they took only a few minutes to pack what they needed, and then they were off. They could have walked to their destination, or shifted and run over, but with George still on the loose and Gold MIA Killian wanted the opportunity at a faster getaway if need be. The drive was rather short, even with a stop at the town diner to grab some dinner, and the most notable change was that they went from the deep woods where their cabin was further towards the coast just at the edge of town. Eventually the paved Storybrooke road turned to one of pebbles and dirt, and Emma looked both amused and confused at why they would be going this way. Her eyes soon shifted though to mere enjoyment, as she took in the picturesque surroundings of this coastal lane, surrounded by greenery and bushes that held large summer flowers in shades of pinks and blues and whites.
"They'll be paving this soon," Killian announced and Emma's brow furrowed as she looked from their surroundings back towards him once more.
"How do you know that? No one even lives here."
"Ah, perhaps not yet, but the house has been recently purchased and a move in is likely inevitable."
"Well the new owners have done a ton of work. This was all overgrown before. Has been since I was a kid. I always loved this house though." Emma made the comments just before they pulled around the bend, and when she saw the house in question her jaw dropped and her shock was palpable in the car. "Oh my God! Look at that. It's… well it's…"
"Do you like it?" Killian asked and Emma nodded immediately though her brow furrowed with confusion.
"I do, it's gorgeous, but I don't understand. When you said there was somewhere else we could go I assumed you meant my place above the clinic."
"We could have gone there, but tell me you wouldn't have then been tempted to burn the candle all night searching for answers." Emma couldn't say that truthfully so she opted not to respond, giving Killian the space to pull her closer as he confessed his intentions. "When we were in the woods before I told you that someday would be here sooner than you think. This house was meant to be your wedding present, but I think, all things considered, we should cherish every moment that we have."
"I thought you were talking about the baby" Emma whispered, her eyes misting over with happy tears as he stole a kiss from her lips with soft but sure affection. His hand came over her stomach automatically at the mention of their pup and when his lips pulled away from hers, he couldn't help his genuine smile.
"I was, my love. Our family is on the path to exactly what we're wanting. But as much as I cherish our cabin in the woods, this," he waved his arms at the house before them. "This is the home you and our little ones deserve."
With Emma still stunned into near silence, Killian produced the keys to the house from his pocket, having grabbed them from the cabin discretely enough to escape Emma's notice. On the keychain there was also a token charm that had caught his fancy while in town. It had a swirling design that looked like the fur of a wolf when examined up close, or the sea in the midst of great uncertainty. In the foreground of the metalwork, there was an anchor, and for whatever reason, he found he liked that symbolism and that it made him think of his mate and the life that they were building together. In every way, Emma was his anchor, an anchor to goodness and love and hope, all things he now could no longer live without and that he wished to carry with him always.
"Killian."
His name was all that Emma could seem to say in this moment, and her fingertips came to cover her mouth as she shook her head in awe. For a split second he wasn't totally sure if he had made the right call. Buying one of her favorite houses in town might seem like a great idea, but perhaps Emma wanted to be more involved herself in the process of finding their forever home. There was so much that had to be selected and chosen to bring the house into this century and up to a livable code, while still maintaining the quintessential charm of the coastal Maine mansion. But when Emma's green eyes welled with happy tears and her cheeks flushed that familiar shade of pink, he knew he'd made no wrong moves. Emma was happy with this, and that was all that he had ever wanted.
"Now I should warn you, love, not everything is finished. I gave them a timeline of the end of the summer, knowing that I wanted it done by our wedding night. But it's structurally sound, and the upstairs is all furnished. Well at least it's supposed to be and I -,"
Emma laughed at his sudden feeling of remorse, and then she pulled him in for a kiss so fast that he lost all sense of himself before his worry could actually begin to take hold. All there was in this moment was Emma and her happiness. Out here, away from everyone else, Killian allowed his overprotective need to kick in, and with a quick maneuver, he had Emma backed against the front door, knowing he had boxed her in, but never going so far as to hurt her. If anything, it just turned his mate on, and she arched even closer, taking as much from this kiss as he did, until they finally broke apart.
"You bought us a house," Emma whispered.
"Aye, love," he said, cupping her cheek after brushing some of her hair back from her beautiful face. "I bought us a house."
"How do you always manage this?" She asked, and Killian didn't know what exactly she meant by 'this' but he awaited her assessment whatever it may be. "Every time things go sideways, there you are, making things better. This is perfect, in every way. There's only one thing I wish was different."
"What is it love?"
"I wish I was already your wife. I wish we didn't have to wait anymore."
Hearing that amplified Killian's own want for the same exact thing, but despite the fact that they had tonight 'off' so to speak, a wedding, a real wedding, worthy of his mate and all her hopes and dreams, just couldn't be done. As such, he had to improvise.
"Do you, Emma Nolan, choose me, Killian Jones for this day and all your days? In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in this life and any more we may be blessed enough to see?"
"I do," Emma said, with tears glistening in her eyes as she smiled, looking at him with all the love in the world. "And do you, Killian Jones, choose me back? Will you promise to love me, to cherish me, and to honor me in every way I plan to do for you, for this day and for always, no matter what may come?"
"I do," he replied and Emma let out a soft laugh, a tantalizing sound that caught on the wind before fading away as their lips came together to seal their vows to each other.
They were now, in their hearts, man and wife, mate and mate, and though it might not be 'official,' Killian knew in that moment that he and Emma had bound themselves together in a new and enduring way. And so, even though things might not be going exactly according to plan, Killian delighted in the moment when he swung his love up in his arms and whisked into the house of their future and showing her the place that would be the site of their hopefully impending happily ever after.
Post-Note: So there we have it! I know this chapter has taken so long to come about, but with so many elements that I had wanted to incorporate, I knew I needed time to not only write, but to read through what I've already written. This whole George and Gold fiasco will soon be coming to a head, BUT please be informed it might not all be in this particular story... For those of you who have been begging me for a story that includes CS but is mostly told from the POVs of others, you will be *eventually * getting your wish. Elaborating more would be spoiling what is yet to come, so I'll leave it there, but suffice it to say I am really excited for this next cool idea when it does come to pass. As always I appreciate you guys reading this, and I hope you all enjoyed and have a wonderful rest of your week!