The Man and The Wolf

by AshrielWolfLona

For as long as he remembered, Lyall Swan has been alone. Separated from his Twin Emma when only a baby, only reunited at age 26, his biggest hope is to find a family. So when Henry Mills came knocking on the door of his sister's apartment, Lyall is thrust into a world of curses and magic. It could be worse, had the beautiful she-wolf know as Ruby not entered his life.

7. Chapter 7

Here's the next chapter y'all! Please take the poll on Quotev! My account is The A'deo Legacy and the poll can be found under my OUAT tab. Sorry this has taken so long, I know I was going to update but well, I have an Original Work in the making, co-authored by DragonisPrime. School has also started, making writing more difficult. I finally finished this because I got sick :/

Next chapter will include more Gabriel, Sam finally appears, and we now have the chemistry of Killian Jones and Lyall Swan-Winchester. Like I said, any real pairing is up in the air for the sequel except for extremely minor roles. I am sticking to RumBelle even though it would be a cute Beauty and The Beast moment, because they're imperative to the story. I am open to Wolf Pirate (Killian and Lyall) because Killian is very similar to Sam. So yes, Sam is an option for Emma, though I wouldn't mind sparing Neal from certain and stupid death.

Go ahead and comment an idea pairing for Lyall and Emma, keep in mind it will be slow burned. Hey! If Regina isn't for Lyall, there's always SwanQueen.

Now enjoy! Nine pages and 4216 words not including this AN. Answers to comments after this.

To Arkinstone: Thank you for enjoying the story! As for how he will treat his parents, I think you'll just need to keep reading to find out!

| Snow Falls Part Three |

It had been hours since Ruby, Lyall, and John Doe had made their way to the car. They were nearing the area Lyall had parked when John stumbled, a groan spilling from chapped lips.

Lyall cursed to himself as the weight dragged him down, Ruby letting outing a startled yelp as well. John was unconscious now, and Lyall fought back the urge to slam his head into the bark of the nearest tree. Throughout the trek through the wood, it was becoming clear Charming's cursed past and real life were waging an ongoing war in his mind.

If that wasn't enough, the lack of proper nutrition was taking its toll on the man. Clearly the curse has ensured his physique remained intact, but Charming was too delirious to really know what he was doing. Halfway to the car, Charming became John Doe, losing all coherent talk and falling into a babbling mess of confusion.

He spoke of his wife, both cursed and real, with a tone that fluctuated. When speaking of Kathryn-his cursed wife-his tone was admiring and humbled. He clearly held great respect for her, but it didn't compare to his tone of adoration when he fell back into the Charming persona.

Ruby herself was starting to prove a problem. The more Charming spoke of Snow, the more Ruby would fade out, her movement stumbling and clumsy. At this point, Lyall was hoping-never praying, not after Cas-for something to come and interrupt him.

At this point, he would even tolerate Crowley showing his sulfuric face. Not really, Lyall reflected, because Lyall might just lunge for his throat-but details.

"Damnit." Lyall murmured. He gently pushed Ruby's arm and she dropped it, watching with worried eyes as Lyall lowered John onto the ground. Reaching for his neck, Lyall felt for a pulse. There, faint and weak, but still going. He had been worried when the steady thumpthump started to fade from his hearing. "He's getting weaker. The sudden shock to his system will kill him if we don't hurry."

"So, what now?" Ruby asked, desperation tinging her tone. "He's too heavy."

Lyall steeled himself. "Wouldn't be the first time I had to carry someone." He flashed her a wry smile, "And Sammy is a hell of a lot bigger than this guy here." Lyall carefully scooped John onto his shoulders with a grunt of exertion.

"Lyall." Ruby interrupted.

He glanced at her. She was watching him intently, eyes narrowed and knowing her lip in worry. "Yeah?" He asked in a strained tone.

"Are you okay?" It was completely random for her, Lyall knew.

Despite this, he felt grateful someone called him out on his bullshit. As soon as he realized John Doe was Prince Charming, his Father, Lyall knew he would be in for some emotional breakdowns. Emma would as well, Lyall knew, but this was something Lyall had dreamed of for years. Emma did as well. But Lyall was used to ignoring it forever, whereas Emma eventually had an emotional breakdown that ended up in a lot of alcohol.

Swallowing, Lyall gave her another wry smile, "Always." He lied.

Without giving her a moment to respond, he heaved himself up the hill and to the car. Now that he was focusing on his surroundings again-Ruby behind him, her heart hammering away nervously, the snap of twigs underfoot, the chirping of birds-he could pinpoint something that didn't quite belong in the ambient noise. Voices, hurried and worried, coming closer.

Focusing on the words, he made out the familiar tone of Emma, Mary-Margaret and The Sheriff.

Lyall briefly let his eyes slip shut in relief, before opening them and moving faster. He saw them in the next minute, standing in a semi-circle as they undoubtedly tried to figure out where John Doe went. Now that he was out of the dense foliage, he could adequately make of the time. It seemed to be early, around five a.m. at the latest.

"Emma! Sheriff!" He called.

They both whipped around to look at him. Spotting the former coma patient slung over his shoulder, the Sheriff hurried forward.

"Get a gurney!" He yelled.

Lyall placed John Doe on the pavement, frowning. He felt a pulse, and with a jolt realized how much it had faded. He was weak now, too weak. It was-

Horror spilled into his soul. "He's fading!" He cried, starting chest compressions. Before he could provide mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, Mary-Margaret collapsed next to, pinching his nose and breathing air into his lungs.

For a moment it seems like she was kissing him, and in the next moment John was gasping, coughing for air like he'd been drowning. Lyall frowned. CPR was effective, but suddenly springing back to life as he had was unheard of unless you believed in-

Oh, of course, Lyall thought as he sat back on his hunches, watching Charming-not David, that was Charming right there, all adoration and soppy smiles-look into Mary-Margaret's eyes. "You found me." He whispered before letting a breathless smile form on his lips.

His eyes were clear now, no confusion in them like before when Lyall and Ruby saw him or when they were trekking back to the car.

Lyall stood, drawing their attention. "How did you find him?" Mary-Margaret asked.

Lyall looked into Charming's eyes and could see recognition. Suddenly uncomfortable, he unconsciously fiddled with his pendant. "We didn't. He found us." He responded without thinking.

Mary-Margaret's eyes fell to his necklace. "That necklace." She murmured. "I've-" She shook her head. Looking back at Charming, she asked him, "Do you know your name, where you are?"

Ruby went to speak but stopped when Lyall laid a hand on her arm. She flashed him a confused look that Lyall ignored.

"I'm-" Charming started, before stopping and eying Mary-Margaret shrewdly. "Who are you?" He asked instead.

Mary-Margaret smiled, "My name is Mary-Margaret. I'm a teacher but I was there when your brain activity spiked-or I thought." She laughed nervously. "I'm more moral support for Sheriff Graham and Emma. They were looking for you."

Lyall watched horrible realization seep into Charming's eyes. The Prince swallowed, looking suspiciously at Lyall before prying at a different bit of information. "Emma?" He inquired.

Lyall's sister kneeled next to him. "That's me. But who are you?"

Charming shot a look around, his eyes finding something Lyall didn't notice at first. Lyall looked in that direction, not bothering to hide his irritated scowl when Regina locked eyes with him. She raised a challenging eyebrow at him in response, crossing her arms and turning to talk to a paramedic instead.

"I don't know." Charming answered quietly, eyes darting around nervously.

Emma blew a breath out of her nose. "Okay, okay." She said sounding overwhelmed. She went to touch Charming's arm, but the man lurched away, scuttling back until his back hit Lyall's knees. Oddly enough, Charming didn't seem bothered by the Skinwalker.

"Hey." Lyall soothed, bringing his hand down slowly to rest on Charming's shoulder. "Relax. Emma's my sister, she's good."

"Your sister." Charming realized bleakly. His world was clearly-clear for Lyall, who was familiar with the stories in Henry's book-crashing down on him, leading him to be overwhelmed and scared.

Perhaps it was the fact Charming saw him first, remembered him perhaps, that led to Lyall clutching Charming's arm and helping him into the ambulance. The man never released Lyall, and reluctantly, the paramedics allowed him into the ambulance.

Despite his hesitance to touch or speak to Emma or Mary-Margaret, Charming's eyes never once left the two women.

Ruby, who had fallen back during the chaos, was going to drive his car to the hospital. "Not a scratch." Lyall teased weakly.

She gave an amused smile in response. "Be careful, Lyall." She said, eyes flickering to Charming when he gave a small, strangled noise.

Lyall glanced at the man before looking back at her, "Don't worry 'bout me, Ruby. I've handled worse than a confused guy."

Ruby smiled, seemingly reassured. "Good luck." She walked towards Lyall's car, shoulders slightly slumped in what seemed like anxiety.

Lyall breathed a tired sigh and sat on the small outcropping in the ambulance. The paramedic was checking Charming's vitals, but said man was watching Lyall intently. He took in every curve and angle of Lyall's face, eyebrows furrowed.

"You-" Charming started quietly, ignoring the paramedic. "You said your name was…?"

"Lyall." The Skinwalker replied, "Lyall Swan, or Winchester, depends on who's asking."

"What do you mean?" Charming asked, flinching when the paramedic went to take a inject an IV.

Lyall load a calming hand on his shoulder, "Relax, he's going to inject an IV, to help you since you've been in a coma." Charming didn't relax, but let the man push the needle in. "As for my surname, Swan is what Emma uses. But that was the name she chose, I don't know why. Winchester is for-" Lyall paused, then smiled, "-It's the name of a family that took me in. It wasn't official. I was a street rat and they found me. We weren't always family of course, but we are now. Emma being my sister however, means that I took the name she has for official purposes. Lyall Cunning is kinda, uh, crappy."

Charming snorted. "I can see that." He hesitated, "You-you speak like you and your sister weren't always together." The Prince was fishing for information, and Lyall swallowed when he realized why. Charming had expected Lyall and Emma to stay together when they were sent away. That veil was being ripped of his eyes.

"Well foster care and orphanages don't tend to keep kids together, and that doesn't even take into account The Families they take in." He took in the grief seeping into Charming's eyes and found himself speaking again. "I can't speak for Emma, but my life wasn't so bad. You know? I mean, everyone has their ups and downs. But I got to be a part of a great family, in a way."

Charming tilted his head, "The…Winchesters, did you like the Mother and Father?" He sounded insecure.

"I-" Lyall heaved a sigh, "-Mary Winchester died not long after I was born, so I never knew her." Lyall titled his head, not noticing how Charming blinked at how similar the action was to his own tilt. "John was…complicated. When I was around he was an infrequent presence, and I get the feeling it'd been like that for a while." Lyall stopped there, leaving his Father-his Father, wasn't that a shock-to gather himself.

Charming didn't get a chance to say anything, as the Ambulance came to an abrupt stop and the paramedics started to rush about. The doors were practically ripped open, behind them stood Whale. The doors to the hospital only feet behind him. The Doctor motioned the medics and suddenly the gurney was being unstrapped and lifted out.

Charming flashed a panicked look at Lyall, wanting to reach out. Lyall caught the twitching movement and hopped out of the ambulance, following the Doctors at a brisk pace that matched their own. He kept within reach of Charming, but never tore his eyes from Whale.

The Doctor looked worried. "How long has he been out there?"

Lyall did a quick math in his head before stopping to ask: "What time is it?"

Whale responded, "3:49 AM as of two minutes ago, so 3:51."

Lyall frowned, "At least three hours or more. I left to get Ruby at around 10:30, and we got to the Forest edge around 11:00. It took maybe an hour to get to the toll bridge. We were there until John Doe came stumbling in an hour later. So, we saw him around 1:00 AM. Our trek time was doubled cause we had to carry him back to my car because I didn't know where the Hospital was from there. So maybe, 3:15 we got him to an ambulance."

Whale, whom had been soaking up this knowledge, jumped on the pause and inquired: "Any injuries or incidents?"

"No injuries, I think." Lyall reflected, "But he finally passed out when we found the others. I started CPR and Mary-Margaret preformed mouth to mouth resuscitation." He looked at Charming, who was peering around in mild panic. "Guy sprung to life like it was magic."

Charming snapped his gaze to Lyall, wide-eyed. Lyall ignored this, turning to look back at Whale. They were at what he assumed was his room now. Whale pursed his lips. "We'll check him over and make sure everything is in order. Does he remember anything?"

Lyall thought about what he wanted to say, then sighed. "I don't think so. He called himself James or David. Kept switching between the two and-"

"Lyall!" Henry's voice floated down the room, and the skinwalker turned to peer at his approaching nephew.

"Henry, kid, why aren't you with your Mom, or Emma?" Lyall fretted. Stress was getting to him.

"Emma is my Mom. And Mom herself is out doing, uh, something." Henry replies, causing Lyall to sigh then shake his head. This wasn't the time to argue with him.

"Emma...is your mother?" Charming asks in quiet surprise.

Henry turns with wide eyes to face his Grandfather. Lyall swallows at that revelation, and sighs. He answers before Henry can, "It's kinda complicated but yes. I don't even know the whole story. To be frank, I wasn't uh, informed I had a nephew 'till he found Emma."

Charming swallows. "Oh."

Whale lets out an exhausted breath, undoubtedly stressed by the fiasco. "Right, Mr. Doe, let's get you back to your room."

Charming doesn't respond, nodding sullenly. Lyall watches as the man, his Father, is rolled back into the room. They move him from the gurney to his bed, reconnecting IVs and electrodes. The monitors start back up. Lyall can see that his brain wives and more active, and his heartbeat is higher than average. Lyall rubs his eyes, worried.

"So, that's your Dad." Henry says quietly. The child peers at his Uncle, "Does-does he remember?"

Lyall cocks his head to the side. "You know, it's strange." He muses for a moment, "I think he does."

"Really?" Henry asks in shock.

"Well, when he found us, he kept talking about 'Snow' but would slip back into what I assume was his cursed self, referring to a Kathryn. But the tone was never the same. And then when we got to the ambulance, Mary-Margaret performed CPR and suddenly, he didn't seem confused." Lyall explained.

"Well," Someone drawled behind the two. Male, deep and accented. "Now her Majesty won't be pleased about that, will see?"

Lyall turned sharply, moving in front of Henry. A man stands in front of the two, with deep black hair and ocean blue eyes. A faint shadow decorates his jawline, his lips pulled into a smirk. His arms are crossed, clad in a leather jacket. Lyall can instantly see one hand is a fake prosthetic made of black leather. The man is wearing dark jeans, and a red shirt underneath. He is shorter than Lyall, standing at 5'11" to Lyall's 6'3". The man has a necklace tucked into his shirt and he stands with an air of confidence.

"Who are you?" Lyall asks carefully.

"Killian Jones. But in the other place, well, Hook was what they called me." Killian replies smugly.

Henry pokes his head around Lyall to gape at Jones. "You remember?!"

"That is suspicious." Lyall notes.

Killian shrugged. "Long story short, I pissed her off and my curse is to have my memories but not be able to do anything I wished too."

"Like what?" Lyall questions cautiously.

Killian doesn't get a chance to reply as Emma, Mary-Margaret, and Sheriff Graham come in. Mary-Margaret looks into Charming's room fearfully, asking quickly: "Is he okay?"

"He'll be fine, he's being treated now." Lyall replies, sending a wary look at Jones. The man in question is now scowling at something that comes bustling through.

Lyall gets his unspoken question answer when a woman cries out. "David! David is that you?" She rushes past, knocking Jones into Lyall. The skinwalker grunts, grasping the man's shoulder to steady him. He then pushes him off. Jones briefly sends him a smirk, but both are distracted by Whale.

"Excuse me." The Doctor says, "Ma'am?"

"Oh my god." She breathes, staring in shock at the stunned and suddenly nervous looking Charming.

"Ma'am, you can't be here." Whale states firmly. "Please, go wait over there."

She reluctantly does so, eyes trained on Charming. "David." She murmurs.

Lyall refrains from cursing when he realizes that this is Kathryn, Charming wife in this cursed world. Mary-Margaret doesn't know this, instead asking quietly: "Who is that?"

It is Regina who answers, sauntering up behind them. Her lips are pulled into a frown, arms crossed at she looks at the group with triumph hidden in her eyes. "His wife."

Flashback:

Lyall sipped from the Hot Chocolate he had been given, feeling clear for the first time in a while. Sam, Dean and bobby were watching him intently, as though he would disappear if they looked away. Lyall didn't mind though, he had missed his pseudo-family. "So," He started, voice hoarse. The three jumped a bit, cause Lyall to scowl a bit, "So what have I missed? I assume a lot, cause, you know, Angels."

Dean sighed, "Yeah, it's a long story."

Lyall looked at him, drinking in the sight of his brother, safe and sound, away from ravenous Hellhounds. "Why don't you start with how the fuck you're alive."

Dean actually looks embarrassed. "Uh, Castiel, he pulled my ass from the fire." He gives a bitter snort, "Literally."

"Guess I owe him a bit more." Lyall murmurs to himself. He turns his attention to the others. "What else?"

There is an uncomfortable pause. "Well," Bobby starts, eyeing the brothers. He suddenly bursts out: "Sam has been drinkin' demon's blood and these two had a brother!"

"Bobby!" The two shout furiously while Lyall, who had been taking a sip from his drink, chokes on the beverage. He drops the mug, letting the empty cup clatter on the floor as he coughs. Bracing himself on the chair when his eyes water, Lyall ignores the fretting hands of Bobby.

"You-" He starts in a splutter, "You've been doing what?!" It is a furious bark that he directs to Sam, who hangs his head in guilt. He then looks at them both, "You have a brother?" This is said a bit quieter, a sudden yet familiar insecurity rising in the depths of his mind.

"Had." Dean corrects sharply, and without realizing it, Lyall flinches. Dean immediately softens, looking at his brother worriedly. "You okay?"

Lyall bends down and grasps the cup he dropped, avoiding eye contact with Sam and Dean. "Yeah, just, uh, it's nothing." He sends a look to Sam, "We'll continue this when I clean this up."

Bobby frowns, "There ain't no need for that', boy."

"Double Negative, Bobby." Lyall snarks, "Which means there is a need for it."

Lyall laughs as he walks to the kitchen, Bobby's furious spluttering echoing behind him.

Flashback end:

Lyall purses his lips, watching Kathryn and Charming talk. Emma, Regina, Henry, Mary-Margaret, Jones and Lyall all watch on from outside the room. Regina is a bit smug, at least Lyall sees. Jones, judging by his annoyed frown, can tell as well. Emma is scowling at Regina and Henry looks disheartened.

Regina turns to face them, smiling wider. "His name is David Nolan. And that's his wife, Kathryn. And the joy on her face, well," She pauses and looks directly at Emma and Henry, "It's put me in quite the forgiving mood." She rounds on Henry, who flinches back ever so slightly. "We'll talk about your insubordination later. Do you know what insubordination means?" Henry shook his head, "It means you're grounded."

Henry is grabbed by Regina, the two making there way over to the door when Regina pauses to talk to someone, and Henry hovers, eyes darting back to Charming.

At that moment, Kathryn exits David's room. Her arms are crossed, and her eyes are red-rimmed. Lyall feels a flash of anger towards Regina, knowing full well her action was causing pain to everyone. Kathryn sighs, then speaks. "Thank you." She begins, "Thank you for finding David."

Mary-Margaret frowned, "Um, I-I don't understand." Lyall watches his amnesic Mother wring her hands together. "You didn't… You didn't know that he was here in a coma?" She sounds incredulous.

Kathryn sighed. "A few years ago, David and I were not getting along." She shrugs sadly, "It was my fault, I know that now. I was difficult and unsupportive." Her eyes move to look at the group, grief swirling in her eyes. "I told him if he didn't like things, he could leave. And he did. And I didn't stop him. It was the worst mistake I ever made."

Emma glances into the room, then turns back to Kathryn. "You didn't go look for him?" She asks.

Kathryn shrugged, this time looking upset and a tad confused. "I assumed he'd left town all this time. And now I know why I never heard from him." She breathes in deeply. "Now I get to do what I've wanted to do forever – say I'm sorry. Now we get a second chance."

Lyall cuts in, "Do you think that's a good idea?" At her startled look, he explains, "I mean, he's amnesic, and when he does get his memory back, it will end with that argument. Besides," He glances into the room, "During this time, in order to get that second chance, he'd need to develop those same feelings." Lyall gently grasps her shoulder, "It's like you're meeting him for the first time. You need to understand that."

Kathryn seems to mull that over, then nods slowly. "I suppose you're right, I guess sorry will have to do for now." She sounds upset, eyes glazed over.

Mary-Margaret smiles, but it seems forced. "I hope everything works out well."

Whale enters approaches then, seemingly noticing the lull in conversation. "Well," He starts, breathing in and then shaking his head in disbelief. "It's something of a miracle."

Kathryn smiled hopefully, "He's okay?"

Whale gives her a small, hesitant smile, "Ah, physically, he's on the mend, um, his memory is another issue." He looks at his patient. "It may take time, if at all."

Mary-Margaret frowns. "What brought him back?"

Whale looks baffled as he answers. "That's the thing." He starts, looking between everyone. "There's no explanation. Something just clicked in him."

Emma and Jones speak at the same time, startling the group. "He just got up and decided to go for a stroll?"

Emma snaps her head around, narrowing her eyes at Jones. "Who the hell are you?"

Jones frowns, "I'm his emergency contact. Well one of them, I volunteered for it. Any unidentified patient requires two contacts in this Hospital, I'm one."

Whale interrupted, deciding to answer their question. "He woke up and he was delirious, and his first instinct was to go find something, I guess." The Doctor shrugs.

"Someone." Henry corrects. Lyall starts, glancing at him to see the boy had moved away from a still busy Regina to listen in on the conversation.

Biting her lip, Kathryn looks imploringly at Whale, "Can I see him?" She asks hopefully.

"Oh." Whale blinks, then smiles, "Yeah, of course."

Whale leads the beaming woman back into Charming's room, who doesn't look so panicked anymore. The Prince smiles a bit when Kathryn leans in to hug him, though his eyes remain trained on Mary-Margaret's own.

"Henry, let's go!" Regina says sharply, having finished her own business. Her eyes flicker over to Jones, who smiles mockingly at the woman. Her scowl is thunderous.

"Wait!" Henry replies, "My backpack!" He grabs his bag but pauses to look at Mary-Margaret. "Don't believe them." He starts. "You're the one he was looking for."

Mary-Margaret sighs sadly, "Henry…"

Henry shakes his head at her tone, before looking her straight in the eyes. "He was going to the Troll Bridge. It's like the end of the story."

"Henry," Mary-Margaret begins, "He was going there because it's the last thing I read to him."

"No," Henry denies, glancing for confirmation from Lyall. When he sees the slightest incline of his Uncle's head, he continues, "It's because you belong together. I think he remembers you."

"Henry." Regina cuts in, gently grabbing his shoulder. Her eyes haven't left Jones' eyes since she saw him. Henry glances at her, then flashes a bright smile at the remaining group. The two leave then, and after a minute of silence, Emma abruptly moves to follow them.

Mary-Margaret is staring at Charming, who glances up from his conversation with Kathryn to flash her a grinning smile. A moment later, she turns and walks quietly away. Lyall sighs, "Mary-Margaret." He says, following her. Behind him is the quiet steps of Jones.

"No, Lyall." Her tone is sharp, probably not intended to be so, but Lyall stops cold, the familiar drunken voice of Amelia Cunning echoing in his mind. Lyall swallows and watches his Mother walk away from him, never once looking back at Lyall.

Jones comes to a stop next to Lyall, glancing at him. "So," The man begins, "Who exactly are you?"