Author's Notes: I do not own Once Upon A Time which is a show on ABC where they recklessly tear at the strings of your very soul. Thank you for all the reads and reviews. I think I've gotten back to most of the reviewers. At any rate, I'm glad you're enjoying it. Also, hi, lurkers. Please let me know what you think, Happy New Year and happy reading!
"Merlin?," asked Emma. She looked at Beatrice. "Did you see this coming?"
Beatrice shook her head. "Not really..."
"Merlin..." said Mary Margaret.
"It's very nice to meet you, Your Highness. You as well, Savior." Merlin walked over and looked at Beatrice. "Beatrice. How are you?"
"I've been better."
"You're here," said Gold. "I saw you in Storybrooke."
Merlin threw up his hands. "I'm here. I'm there. I'm everywhere."
"Can you help get us home?," asked Mary Margaret.
"Well, here's the thing, no." Merlin looked at Gold. "We've got the slight problem of his former apprentice who seems hellbent on a family reunion."
"Are you blaming me?," asked Gold.
"I told you that you couldn't handle that girl."
"Is he like your teacher?," asked Emma.
Gold chuckled. "No."
Merlin shook his head. "I'm afraid not. If I had been his teacher, he damned well would have learned something like how to make certain someone is dead, especially an ex-girlfriend."
"Whoa, back up," said Beatrice. "Ex-girlfriend?"
"It's nothing to trouble you with, Beatrice," Gold said quickly. "We had made camp for the night. I suggest we get started again in the morning."
"Of course you've brought us further from the palace," said Mary Margaret.
"Did you want to go back?," asked Gold. "Where Cora and the ogres can find you?"
Mary Margaret sighed and crossed her arms.
"That's what I thought. Beatrice, come along."
Merlin had been in the Land Without Magic before and thus found it quaint that Regina thought she could be fooling anyone from the outside. He didn't want to confront the mayor about her inaccuracies, though, he was here to find Belle.
He finally spotted a familiar face.
"Snow!"
Mary Margaret Blanchard stopped and turned. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry, nothing, it just seemed as if it might snow..." said Merlin, pretending to look at the spring sky. "I don't think we've met before. Mr. Avalon."
"Mary Margaret Blanchard."
"Mary Margaret," he said with amusement, "I wonder if you could help me. I'm looking for a woman called Belle."
"Belle?"
"You might have seen her with..." Merlin paused. "This really is hopeless. Let's try something else, of all the men you know in this town, who scares you the most?"
"What?"
"I know it seems strange, but I promise, it would help me. Who scares you the most?"
"Honestly?," she asked quietly. "Mr. Gold."
Merlin smiled at Regina's choice in name. He wondered if everyone else would be as easy to find. "Yes, Mr. Gold. That is who I am looking for. Mr. Gold."
"Well, it's rent day, so he may be out, but I think you could find him at his shop."
"Thank you so much," said Merlin. He waved his hand so she wouldn't remember the incident. "You've been a tremendous help."
Merlin walked off leaving the schoolteacher terribly confused and found his way to Mr. Gold's shop.
Beatrice followed Gold up the stairs and down the hall.
"You said he was a wizard," said Beatrice. "Well, duh, he is a wizard. Everyone knows that."
"Come on. It's time you got some sleep."
"How am I supposed to sleep when an evil witch wants to do something to me?"
"This castle only uses my magic now. I made certain of that once and this is the most protected room of all."
Gold opened the door. Beatrice walked in to see an opulent bedroom with a blue tapestries, furniture and bedding with hints of gold. Gold waved his hand and a fire began to roar.
"What room is it?," asked Beatrice.
"It's your mother's room."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. Come on. Get in the bed."
Beatrice sighed and got in the bed as Gold tucked her in. He was dangerously close to smothering her again, but at the moment it was one of her lesser concerns.
"So, this Cora, I'm guessing you two didn't part on good terms?"
"You could say that."
"And why would she want to use my glasses against me?"
"She won't be able to do anything to you." He smiled as he gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Sleep well."
Merlin entered the shop. Looking at the contents, he wondered what exactly Rumplestiltskin had left in the Enchanted Forest. He spotted the man himself, looking quite put together in his three-piece suit. He looked like the spinner again, but Merlin knew there was still a bit of the Dark One in there.
"Well, sunshine, look at you..." he said.
Gold stopped and turned from his task. "Can I help you?"
That's when Merlin was struck with a terrible notion.
"Tell me you weren't that stupid, sunshine..."
"I don't know what you mean. Who are you exactly?"
Merlin waved his hand, freezing the now mortal.
"Were you stupid enough to let yourself get caught up in your own curse? You moron!"
Merlin waved his hand again, wiping the slate clean and returning Gold to life.
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, my name is Mr. Avalon. I'm looking for someone you may know."
"And who might that be?"
"Your wife?"
Gold grimaced. "I haven't had a wife in a very long time."
"Girlfriend?"
He gripped his cane. "Afraid not."
Merlin rolled his eyes. Had he not even thought to properly take care of Belle under the Curse? "Prostitute?"
"What are you insinuating?"
"I'm looking to buy a chipped teacup. Would you happen to have one for sale?"
Gold narrowed his eyes. "I don't think so."
"Were you ever in love with anyone and where might I find her?"
"She's dead. Is there a reason you're-"
Merlin waved his hand and began to walk out.
"Can I help you?"
"Apparently not, sunshine!" He turned back. "Apparently, you are the biggest moron to ever get your hands on the Dark One's dagger! You come up with a Dark Curse to get everyone here and think you're so clever by giving it to a psychopath you helped create and you forgot to take care of the only good thing to happen to you in about three hundred years!"
"I'm phoning the sheriff."
Merlin waved his hand and Gold resumed his blank stare.
"Can I help you?," he asked.
"Not at all," Merlin muttered as he stormed out of the shop.
When Gold walked into the Great Hall, Merlin was sitting at the large spinning wheel.
"I was surprised you didn't take this."
"It didn't fit in my luggage."
"Those additional baggage charges will get you every time. Shame. You took the cup, though."
"You know I did."
"Told you it was an heirloom."
"I want to know what you're playing at," said Gold. "I want to know what Beatrice has to do with it and why the Blue Fairy and the Knights of the Round Table are so against her. It's not just me."
"No, it's not," said Merlin, idly spinning the wheel.
"Then what is it?"
"True Love, Rumplestiltskin. True Love."
"What about it?"
"Well, I thought you knew. It's the most powerful magic of all."
Gold glared.
"When you first saw Beatrice, did you realize she was your daughter?"
"I suspected."
"Was it that she has your eyes or perhaps some other intangible quality she possessed? The same intangible quality I suspect Cora saw in Beatrice right away."
"How much magic are we talking about?"
"Fourteen generations of True Love."
Gold scoffed. "You're lying."
"Not lying, sunshine."
Gold stopped the wheel with his hand. Merlin looked up at him.
"Even if that was possible, which it isn't, Belle's father was not her mother's True Love."
"You've met Sir Maurice of Avonlea," said Merlin. "Is there anything about him that you can see in his supposed daughter?"
"Belle doesn't have magic."
"Does she not possess some intangible quality that drew you to her right away? Something that made you want her as payment?"
Gold didn't answer.
"Strange of you not to give it any thought, but then again, love makes fools of us all. Still, it was probably best for Belle that the sum of her magic was hidden away. You see, sometimes you have to let the other team think they're winning."
Merlin looked up at Granny. "You haven't got anything espresso based, have you?"
"Espresso based?"
"It's nineteen ninety-six. Haven't you heard of that yet?"
"We just have coffee," said Granny. "Anything else?"
"I'll let you know," said Merlin.
Granny walked away. Merlin had begun lingering here out of a lack of ideas. A visit to Maurice revealed that he was just as big an arse cursed as not. He thought to try the library and found it closed. He tried the town's three bookstores and didn't find her or anyone of her description. He then took to the hospital where he found Prince Charming in a coma, but not Belle. He cursed the imp for his short sightedness. If that blue tart hadn't incapacitated him, he would have dealt with this himself. That Blue had felt the need to incapacitate him suggested Belle was alive somewhere, the question was where.
"She's as friendly as ever," said someone.
Merlin turned to realize he had been joined by Jefferson. The hatter and realm jumper.
"I wouldn't know. I'm new in town."
"Obviously. Nobody's moved here in about thirteen years?"
Merlin turned to Jefferson. "Is that so?"
"I remember you," said Jefferson.
"That's a start," said Merlin. "Now, why is that?"
"Regina's idea of a joke."
"Then you can help me."
"What do I get out of it?"
"What do you want?"
"My daughter. Regina put her with another family. I want her back."
"I would have to be able to rewrite this Curse to do that."
"So, you're not as powerful as they say..."
"No, I am as powerful as they say, but the imp who wrote this Curse is overly fond of technicalities so I'm afraid the strings are a bit too tight."
"Then I don't see what's in it for me."
Merlin leaned in to Jefferson. "You do not want to get brave with me, boy. You think Regina's trouble? Regina is but a breath of air against the hurricane of my rage." He took a bite of his pancakes. "Besides, I bet you would love to see her upset."
"What do you need help with?"
"I'm looking for someone."
"Who?"
"Belle."
"Belle? Rumplestiltskin's Belle?"
"That's the one."
"What do you want with her?"
He ignored the inquiry. "Do you know where she is?"
"The asylum."
"Take me there."
Jefferson nodded. "I'll need to make some tea."
Beatrice awoke.
Right. It was still difficult enough to wake up in her room in Storybrooke after years of waking up in the same bed in Manhattan. Waking up in a bed in the Dark Castle in the Enchanted Forest was much harder.
She collected herself and popped her head into the hallway where she saw Emma wandering.
"Oh, hey," said Emma.
"Hey," said Beatrice, stepping out.
"Is there a map of this place or something?," asked Emma.
"I don't know, I didn't really pay enough attention on the way in," said Beatrice.
"I think I went upstairs, so we would need to go down," said Emma.
"I guess if we get to the dungeon we've gone too far," mused Beatrice.
"There's a dungeon?"
"It's called the Dark Castle, you didn't think there was going to be a dungeon?"
"Sorry, it's my first castle."
"To be fair, it's your second castle."
"Yeah, I didn't exactly get time to memorize the floor plan on my first one," Emma fired back as they found the staircase.
"Oh, I think we're getting close," said Beatrice, peeking out the stairs at the entry hall. "Dad?"
A pair of huge doors on the opposite end magically opened. Beatrice looked at Emma.
"Want to go first?"
"Your castle," said Emma.
"Beatrice!," called Gold.
Mary Margaret poked her head out of the doors. "Emma. Beatrice. Come on."
They walked into the Great Hall. Beatrice was confused at what she was looking at.
Merlin motioned at a table of fruit and pastries. "I made breakfast."
"Thanks," said Emma, picking up a danish.
Beatrice started looking through the offerings.
"Sweetheart, I believe this is what you're looking for," said Merlin.
Beatrice looked to see a mug topped with steaming foam.
"That's a latte."
"Is it?"
Beatrice took the mug. "How did you know?"
"Aren't you from the Enchanted Forest?," asked Emma. "Where did you learn to make a latte?"
"You're making a lot of assumptions, Savior," said Merlin. "You know what they say about assumptions..."
Mary Margaret turned to Emma. "Merlin's a realm jumper. He can even travel to the Land Without Magic."
"You know my reputation then, Your Highness," said Merlin.
"Lady Reinette told us all your stories," said Mary Margaret. "Every year at the Summer Palace, I used to beg to hear them."
"Well," Merlin said, "it's nice to be remembered."
"Wait, if you're a realm jumper, does that mean you can help us get back home?," asked Emma.
"Alas, no, Savior," said Merlin, looking over at Gold. "That magic is specific and tied to an individual: me."
"Well, that's convenient," Emma snorted.
"Rather inconvenient," said Gold.
"Well, luckily, I can manage to help you all turn an enchanted wardrobe into a portal," said Merlin.
"Which I could have managed easily," said Gold.
"The Blue Fairy told us that there was only enough magic for one," said Mary Margaret.
"When she should have said two," Gold muttered.
"Yes, she is a devious little trollop," said Merlin. "I wouldn't believe her if she told me the sky was blue."
"How do you know her?," asked Beatrice.
"How do you think I know her, sweetheart?"
Beatrice shrugged. "Ex-girlfriend?"
Gold and Mary Margaret stopped and looked at Merlin.
"Perhaps," Merlin suggested, "you ought to go see your prisoner the warrior princess."
Mary Margaret turned to Gold. "What did you do with Mulan?"
"She's in the dungeon," said Gold. "Would you rather I left her?"
"She did seem pretty quick with the sword," said Beatrice.
Mary Margaret started downstairs, with Emma in pursuit and Gold after them. Beatrice got up to follow.
"Beatrice," said Merlin.
She stopped and turned.
"Why don't you stay and talk to me?"
Once the nurse was passed out at her station, Jefferson led Merlin down the hall to room twelve. A room with no name. A woman that had been forgotten.
Almost forgotten.
Jefferson used the nurse's keys to unlock the door and Belle turned, startled. She looked at Merlin and Jefferson in terror.
"It's alright, Belle," Merlin said softly. He sat down next to her. "Oh, Belle, I'm so sorry."
"Who are you?," asked Belle.
"More importantly, who are you?"
Merlin took Belle's hand in his. He placed the other across her belly and she practically jumped out of her skin as he smiled.
"There she is..."
"There who is?"
"Can't you feel that, Belle?"
"Feel what?"
Merlin placed Belle's hand against the slight bump of her belly.
Belle looked up at him in terror. "What's that?"
"Who is that, you mean?"
Belle shook her head. "What's going on? I'm not- It's impossible. I've never even-"
"Let's not worry ourselves with memories, Belle, because I know you don't remember anything but this room, but you are a hero."
"I'm not a-"
"Yes, you are, Belle. No matter what, that's your baby."
Belle smiled. "That's my baby."
"You'll be her hero and you are already mine."
Belle frowned. "Do we know each other?"
"Not as well as I would have liked," said Merlin. "Now, to reiterate, who are you?"
Belle smiled again. "I'm her mother."
"That's right," said Merlin. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. He caught her as she fell forward and put her back in bed as she slept.
"What the hell's going on?," asked Jefferson. "Who is she?"
"I thought you knew."
"You know what I mean. Who is she to you?"
Merlin stood and walked towards the door.
"You don't think I know True Love's kiss when I see it?," asked Jefferson.
"What do you care, hatter?"
"I helped you. What did you just do? Did you restore her memories? Did you-"
Merlin held up his hand to stop the hatter's prattling. "I began time for her again."
"Why would you do that? So she can have her baby in a cell? So she can count the days of her imprisonment?"
"No, because she carries within her powerful magic and it won't take long for the Evil Queen to realize she's a threat to the Curse so she'll send her out of town."
"Bad things happen to anyone who tries to leave Storybrooke."
"As a rule, yes, but rules are made to be broken."
"What makes you think I won't tell Regina now?"
"Yes, I had given some thought to that..."
Merlin shut the door and waved his hand.
Jefferson found himself back at his large, empty house wondering what had happened after he left that morning.
"So," said Merlin, "what do you think of this land so far?"
"You mean the weird wiped out half forest with magic and no Starbucks," Beatrice asked as she picked at her eggs.
"Not a fan?"
Beatrice shook her head.
"What about magic? What can you do?"
"What can I do?"
"Come on. Don't hold back."
"I haven't really done a lot."
"Tell me what you have done then."
"Well, I got this zombie powder and I froze a guy with it."
"And that was in the Land Without Magic?"
Beatrice nodded. "I can control the fire in the Netherworld. I lit a magic candle and threw some rocks at a dragon. Also, spun a magic hat."
"I trust you defeated the dragon."
"Well, Emma threw a sword at it. Her. Maleficent."
"How did you light the flame of the magic candle?"
Beatrice shrugged. "I don't know. I just blew on it."
Merlin picked up the candelabra and placed it in front of Beatrice.
"You want me to light Lumiere?"
"Go on."
Beatrice stared at it. "See, I don't actually know what I'm doing."
"That's best." Merlin sat back and crossed his arms. "It will come easier in a land with magic."
Beatrice sighed and closed her eyes, then blew on the candle.
"Open your eyes."
Beatrice looked and saw a lit candle.
"Great, maybe next I can get Cogsworth ticking."
"You are magic."
"Right, the True Love thing."
"You're the descendant of fourteen generations of True Love. On your mother's side. As you might imagine, things weren't quite as smooth on your father's side."
"Someone loved Maurice?"
"Who says Maurice was anyone's True Love?"
"He's my grandfather."
"And what made you think that?"
"When my mom called him dad?"
"He's not your grandfather." Merlin leaned in. "Are you sure you can't do anything else?"
"Well, sorry to be a letdown."
"When was the first time you hailed a taxi?"
Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Come on. The taxi hailing thing?"
Gold entered. "What's this?," he asked looking pointedly at Merlin.
"Nothing," said Beatrice. "I'm just good at it. Or lucky, I don't know."
"What are you not telling me?," asked Gold.
Beatrice looked up at Gold. "What? I didn't-"
"Not you, sweetheart," said Gold. He looked to Merlin. "The hall. Now."
Gold waved his hand to open the doors and Merlin sighed as he stood.
"Your father has such a lovely disposition. That's why I call him sunshine, you know."
Merlin and Gold disappeared into the hallway, leaving Beatrice to look around the room.
Spinning wheel. No surprise there. Tapestries. Golden fleece. What story did the golden fleece come from? She almost reached for her iPhone to Google it, but remembered her iPhone wasn't charged and also, there was probably no WiFi in the Dark Castle.
There were some empty pedestals around the room. She found a walking stick on the floor with notches along the side. She held it absentmindedly and watched in astonishment as a large cabinet opened.
"Okay..." she said to no one.
Merlin waited in the town square.
The clock said eight-fifteen.
The townspeople slowly trickled out to begin their days. He watched as Snow White, the ex-cricket and the ex-craftsman stopped and chatted about the clock.
Then he saw what he was really waiting for.
The Evil Queen strode in as if she owned the place. Of course, creating a town with a Dark Curse probably gave someone that notion. She seemed particularly irked as she looked at the clock and talked with her arch nemesis.
Then she did exactly what Merlin had hoped.
She stalked towards Rumplestiltskin's shop.
As an added bonus, Merlin spotted the Blue Fairy walking towards him: human sized and dressed as a nun.
He laughed. "Oh, this is priceless."
She stopped and glared at him. "Excuse me?"
Merlin shook his head. "Oh, just the thought of you as a... it's just so bloody rich."
"Do we know each other?"
"You bet your habit we do, sister."
"Mother Superior," she corrected.
"Oh, well, I beg your pardon, your royal pain in the arse..."
Blue dropped her jaw at him. Merlin spotted Regina angrily stalking out of the pawn shop.
"Are you inebriated?," asked Blue.
"Sadly not," said Merlin. "Oh, one more thing."
"What?"
He smiled as he sauntered off. "Game. Set. Match."
"Why are you interrogating her?," demanded Gold.
Merlin smiled in amusement. "I would hardly call that interrogating. I was asking her what she knew."
"And why do you care?"
"Her magic is critical and yet, you seem to have taught her absolutely nothing. I don't think you realize what a tactical mistake that is, sunshine-"
"A tactical mistake?"
"Yes. If Beatrice doesn't learn to control her magic, she'll just keep wandering into things with no idea of the consequences. Was this Belle's idea? I thought she would have more sense."
Gold didn't answer.
Realization dawned on Merlin. "It was your idea. You're frightened."
"Don't be absurd."
"No, no, you're afraid. You've seen your pupils, Cora and Regina and you can't bear the idea of turning her, turning Belle's daughter, into one of them."
"And I suppose you like that idea?"
"No, I think that idea is the harbinger of the apocalypse, but I think there's probably a way to teach her magic without turning her into a bitch hag from hell. First suggestion, skip the heart ripping out lesson." He paused. "Do you remember the night I visited you?"
Gold didn't answer.
"Do you remember the storm?," asked Merlin.
Gold was just coming from behind the counter when Merlin entered the pawn shop.
"I was just about to close," said Gold.
"Well, you're not closed yet, are you?" Merlin looked outside. "Quite a storm brewing out there."
"I suppose so," said Gold.
"Thunder, lightning, all up the eastern seaboard," Merlin said casually. "Even stretching down to New York City."
"Did you have a specific purchase in mind?," asked Gold.
"No, actually, I was wondering if you would be interested in an item I have," said Merlin. "A piece of jewelry."
"May I see it?," asked Gold.
"Of course," said Merlin, following Gold back to the jewelry case. He pulled a velvet sack out of his pocket and took out a pendant. Reinette's pendant.
Gold picked it up with interest. "This is quite beautiful."
"It's not what it was, I'm afraid," said Merlin.
"I see nothing wrong with it," said Gold.
"Well, a beautiful necklace is nothing without a beautiful woman to wear it," said Merlin. "Wouldn't you agree?"
Gold ignored him. He was still staring at the necklace. "This is an unusual stone."
Merlin nodded. The lack of magic in this place had frozen the swirls of color. "A Lloviznando opal," he called it.
"It's very unusual," said Gold. "What would you take for it?"
Merlin shrugged. "I don't suppose I'd thought of that."
"Rare indeed for someone to walk in here without a deal in mind."
Merlin nearly smiled at Rumplestiltskin nearly sounding like his true self. "It saddens me to think of the thing forgotten on some bedside table. I would be happier if someone were to have use of it. To make it beautiful again."
Gold nodded. "That will take an unusual customer."
"One I think you can find."
Gold smiled. "I think I can."
He looked up. The storm was becoming more and more apparent outside the window.
"It's not a storm," said Merlin. "It's a tempest."
Beatrice had pulled a chair up next to the cabinet to better inspect the upper shelves. The upper shelves were just at her fingertips and that's when she spotted a rose.
The rose.
The Enchanted Rose. It was glittering under a glass dome, just like in the movie.
"Dad!," she called, wondering if whatever argument with Merlin had finished. "Dad!"
Getting no answer, she decided to take the object down for a closer look.
When she forgot what a klutz she was.
Beatrice dropped it and it fell to the floor. The glass case shattered.
What was supposed to happen with the rose? The Beast would be a Beast forever? He wasn't a beast now...
"Dad!," she called. "You're still alive, right?!"
"I'll be there in a moment!," Gold called back.
Beatrice supposed that was good enough and started picking up the glass. She lifted the rose from the shards and then something weird happened.
She found herself face to face with a knight and for the second time in under twelve hours, she had a sword pointed at her neck.
"Where is the Beast?"
"Uh, Dad!," she called.
"Who are you? Where's Belle?!"
"Storybrooke..."
"What does that mean? What has the Beast done to her?"
Beatrice was starting to get the feeling that whatever answer she gave the guy, he wasn't going to be happy with it.
"I'm sorry, who are you?," asked Beatrice.
"I am Sir Gaston-"
"Oh, my God, you're real, too," said Beatrice. She then noticed that while one leg had a foot, the other leg was more of a stub. "What happened to your foot?!"
He looked down. It seemed to be a surprise to him as well.
"What have you done, witch?"
"I didn't do anything!" Beatrice screamed, "Is anyone actually going to come in here?!"
Both sets of doors finally and mercifully opened. Gold and Merlin through one door. Emma and Mary Margaret through the other.
"Gaston," Mary Margaret said in amazement.
"Is he still alive?," groaned Merlin. He looked at Gold. "I thought I knew you better."
"Back away, dearie," said Gold.
Merlin waved his hand and Gaston flew back into the wall.
"Now, stay!," Merlin instructed. He turned to Emma and Mary Margaret as Gold helped Beatrice up. "What did the warrior princess say?"
"Um, what about him?," Emma asked, motioning at Gaston.
"Yes, everyone thought he was dead," said Mary Margaret.
"He was a flower," said Gold. "He's fine."
"He's missing a foot!," said Mary Margaret.
"Believe it or not, I actually didn't do that," said Gold. "Now, what about our friend?"
Mary Margaret shook her head. "She says everyone was frozen for twenty-eight years. A small part of the Enchanted Forest remained untouched and no one knows why. There's a settlement of them. She has to get back or they will come looking."
"I demand to know where the Beast that rules this castle is!," yelled Gaston.
Gold turned. "I'm standing right here."
"Where is my fiancee?!"
Emma snorted. "Yeah, I think that ship has sailed."
"Would someone cut out his tongue?," asked Merlin.
Gold rolled his eyes and waved a hand, sending Gaston into the dungeon through a puff of purple smoke.
"So how do you expect us to get to the wardrobe?," asked Mary Margaret.
"For one, Cora doesn't know where you're going," said Gold. "You'll be harder to detect without magic."
"Great," said Emma.
"And how do we get it back here?," asked Mary Margaret.
"I'm certain you'll think of something, Your Highness," said Gold.
"Here," said Merlin, tossing something to Emma. "Use this if you have trouble."
Emma held it out. "This is an orange."
"It's a satsuma," said Merlin.
"And what do I do with it?"
"You're the Savior. You'll figure out something," said Merlin. "Just don't eat it."
"Do you have weapons?," asked Mary Margaret.
"In the front hall," said Gold.
Emma and Mary Margaret left.
Merlin turned to Gold and motioned towards Beatrice.
"I wonder if perhaps we want to revisit the notion of teaching her to use her powers before she does something she doesn't understand? Again."
