Author's Notes: I do not own Once Upon A Time which is a show on ABC where I'm ignoring things people think they saw through shop windows that if they happened had absolutely no build-up and don't deserve my consideration. Anyway, so glad to have you all here again. Hello, lurkers! Thanks again for all the reads and reviews and follows. I really appreciate them. Please let me know what you think and happy reading!


There- The Dark Forest

Lestrade glowered at Joseph, Jenna and Louise.

"Why the hell would you come to me? I'm part of the Royal Guard! I should be out hunting you down!"

Joseph rolled his eyes. "You're the only person I know here. We tried allying ourselves with Lady Adler. It didn't work out."

Lestrade shook his head. "No, really?"

"Come on. There must be some other way out."

"Providing magical portals to other realms is not my division."

Louise gasped. "He said the thing! Would you do it again so I can take video on my phone?"

"Louise..." Jenna prodded.

"How many times am I going to get this chance?"

Jenna looked up at Lestrade. "There must be some other way out besides the Reichenbach Falls. Is there a man with a magical hat?"

"No! What are you people smoking?"

"Maybe I can go out and summon a cyclone," suggested Louise.

"How are you going to summon a cyclone?," Joseph demanded.

"I don't know. Go get really sad, then mad, then just start singing songs from Wicked..."

Lestrade groaned. "There is one way, but it's a long shot."

"Oh, I like long shots," said Joseph.

He turned to the women. "Assuming you two can harness the power of True Love."

Jenna eyed him. "But I thought True Love didn't exist here."

"It didn't, but it came here."

"How?," asked Louise, steepling her hands against her chin.

"Once upon a time, there was a war in another far away realm. It threatened to destroy their world and so this united kingdom..."

"I'm sorry," said Joseph. "The United Kingdom?"

"Oh, heard of it then, have you?"

"A bit, yeah," said Joseph.

"So, this war," asked Jenna, "what was it about?"

"Someone called Hitler, I think..."

"Hitler?," asked Louise.

Joseph sat down and sighed.

"What's wrong?," asked Jenna.

He put his face in his hands.

"I have put up with a lot and I won't pretend I was an unwilling participant. I solved a kidnapping to Neverland. I discovered the Wicked Witch of the West and helped defeat her. I work at a sheriff's station where the daughter of Prince Charming and Snow White thinks I report to her while an unemployed Captain Hook lounges about. I am friends with a snowman called Olaf. Now you want to tell me that the British government was planning to defeat Hitler with magic?"

Joseph's face dropped as he found himself doing a flourishing hand gesture.

Jenna and Louise both clapped their hands over their mouths, their eyes widening.

"What just happened?," he asked.

Louise slowly took her hand from her mouth.

"I don't suppose you would do that again so I could get it on-"

"No! And we will never speak of this again!"

"Alright, fair enough," said Jenna. "Lestrade."

"Anyway, yeah, that's how I knew Merlin. Well, not knew him, but from history lessons. It was his idea."

"Oh, my God," said Louise.

"Wait, so Merlin was going to bring magic to... England?"

"No, he'd already brought it."

Jenna looked at Louise. "And that's why there's a historical basis for Merlin..."

"If we could ever figure out Blackbeard..."

"Lestrade," said Joseph.

"There's a house that contains a portal between this world and that world."

"That's the one I want," said Joseph.

"It's shuttered. The portal's gone out, but maybe these two can restart it. It's called Pemberley."

Joseph groaned. "Of course it is."


Here- Storybrooke

Pamela walked in as Beatrice threw a book across the room.

She turned. "Did it anger you?"

"Yes. Yes, it did. Mary Sue Russell and her brand of crap have angered me greatly."

Pamela put the tray down in front of Beatrice. "Iced tea and some broth. Your father says nothing more interesting."

Beatrice frowned. "I'm not actually sick, am I?"

"Dark magic can have lasting physical effects." Pamela walked back and picked up the book. "The back cover says it's about a girl called Mary Russell."

"Mary Sue is a thing and she is one. Believe me."

"It's a Sherlock Holmes story?" Pamela sat down. "What's it about?"

Beatrice rolled her eyes as she lifted the first spoonful of broth to her mouth. "Well, the first piece of crap I'm expected to believe is that she's a fifteen-year-old who turns Sherlock Holmes' eye. Like, we're not even talking young Sherlock, he's sixty or something."

"Your parents have quite an age gap..."

"My parents are both dorks. What works about them always goes back to the fact that they're both major dorks."

"And they love their children," Pamela pointed out. "I've seen a lot of marriages very close up. If you don't share priorities, you fail."

"Okay and then I'm supposed to believe that Sherlock Holmes didn't realize she wasn't a boy and oh, she's gorgeous, but she dresses in men's clothing all the time."

Pamela frowned. "In Edwardian England? If I were her nanny, I wouldn't allow it."

"Yeah and she's fluent in multiple languages, not just a few European ones, like Hindi and Hebrew. And she's rich. And she goes to Oxford for Chemistry and Theology. Think about that. Chemistry and Theology. Chemistry... and Theology. And she just goes on and on, here's what I thought of. I'm so great. Sherlock Holmes could do better."

"Oh, really. Who might Mr. Holmes do better with?"

"Basically anyone."

"Such as a certain young sorceress?"

"Well, first, not real. Second, how would that even make sense?"

The doorbell rang and the dogs began to bark.


When Pamela reached the front door, Lady and Martha were snarling at it.

"Enough," said Pamela, waving her hand enough to use a little magic to make them back away.

She opened the door revealing a young man.

"May I help you?"

He frowned. "Is this Beatrice Gold's house?"

"Yes, it is."

"My name's Andrew Newcomb. I'm a friend of hers from Colby? She's got something of mine and I really need to get it."


Pamela returned upstairs.

"There's someone called Andrew Newcomb here."

Beatrice furrowed her brow. "Really?"

"I take it you know him."

"Yeah, he's the Physics lab assistant from Colby." She put her tray aside. "What's he doing here?"

"He says you have something of his."

"Oh, crap. His thesis." Beatrice groaned. "I'll be down."

Beatrice quickly dressed and dug the thesis out from one of the boxes she hadn't yet unpacked.

"Hi, Bea," said Andrew.

"Hi," said Beatrice.

Pamela watched nearby with a disapproving look on her face.

She held out the thesis.

"Here it is. Sorry, I didn't realize you would need it."

"Well, normally I wouldn't, but my laptop got stolen and it had the only copy."

"That sucks."

He put the document down on the coffee table. "So, how have you been?"

"I've been better."

"Say, while I'm here, do you want to grab a coffee or something?"

Pamela really scowled now.

"Yeah, I guess I could do that."


Belle rushed into the pawn shop.

"Hey," she said, greeting her husband with a kiss.

"Hey. How's Beatrice?"

"She seems alright. Pamela is with her and is going to make sure she takes it easy." Belle shrugged. "She doesn't seem to remember why she opened the box."

"Well, I've been able to use this," he said, holding up the bracelet, "to create a locator spell."

Belle frowned. "You don't think JG is still in Storybrooke, do you?"

"No, I doubt he'll be so easy to find since all traces of him have vanished." He motioned with the bracelet. "We're going to use this to find more clues."

Gold put down the bracelet. He picked up a potion and swished it so that it swirled bright pink light. He poured it on the bracelet and it lifted up from the counter, floating into the back room.

Belle looked at her husband. "Where's it going?"

They followed it and found the bracelet to be resting atop a trunk. Gold took the bracelet and opened the trunk.

"He's not in there, is he?"

Gold shot a look back at Belle. "Do you think I care so little for my daughter's happiness?"

Belle knelt down next to him. "I think you still believe she's six sometimes."

"I do not," he said picking through the contents.

"You bring her bedtime snacks."

"Because I think she needs to eat more."

"You can't force her."

"No, but I can help her take better care of herself."

Belle reached out to squeeze Gold's arm.

"We'll get her through it, Rumple."

Gold nodded. "Besides, if I was going to hide someone from Beatrice why would I cast a spell on myself to forget him? That's a sure way to get caught."

Gold reached a large photo box at the bottom. He pulled it out and took off the lid.

The first object was a bakelite metronome.

Gold squinted. "This came from the shop."

Belle's eyes widened. "Do you think he bought it here?"

Gold scrambled up towards his files as Belle followed with the box. She set it down atop the display case as he went through the cards.

"Well, the card for the item is still here, but no indication that it was sold."

Belle stopped picking through the box. "What if she gave it to him? You might have told her to pick anything she wanted and not made a note."

"That's a possibility." He nodded at something in the box. "What is that?"

Belle pulled out a tweed hat. "This is a deerstalker, I believe."

"And just when I thought anyone couldn't make anything more ridiculous than Jefferson." He picked up a theater program. "If/Then?"

Belle looked over. "I remember Beatrice talking about that. Idina Menzel's in it."

"Yes, she's autographed it."

Belle pulled out a gold tea tin. She eyed it.

"Do you remember something?"

"I think... I bought this." Belle took off the lid and sniffed it. "It smells like the blend I make for you."

Gold sniffed the lid. "You gave someone else my tea?"

Belle rolled her eyes. "Really, Rumple?"

She went into the tin and pulled out some photos. Belle smiled. "Here we are. This must be JG."

Gold took one. "How can you be certain?"

"Well, that would be the young man Beatrice is standing next to that I have absolutely no idea who he is. Some look like Mary Margaret took them with her Polaroid, maybe Henry."

"So, now the mystery man has a face..."

"And eyes," said Belle.

"I would hope so," scoffed Gold.

"No, I know these eyes."

"Are you remembering him, sweetheart?"

"No, I remember something, though." Belle placed the photo on the glass and put it on the counter. "Those eyes."

"Then you must have a memory that's unconnected with the spell that was cast."

"Is there a way to uncover it?"

He grimaced. "There's a potion, but I'm missing a component. I believe Regina borrowed it some time during her sister's reign of terror."

"Well, let's go ask Regina," said Belle, gathering her things. "If we're closer to JG, we're that much closer to the Author."

Belle's phone rang as Gold got his keys. She picked it up.

"Hello?"

Pamela looked down the hallway. "There's someone called Andrew Newcomb here."

"Right?"

"He claims to be a friend of Beatrice's. They're going for coffee."

"Okay..."

"I just thought I should let you know."

"Pamela, she is nineteen..."

"Fine, don't say I didn't warn you."

Belle hung up.

"What was that?," asked Gold.

"Beatrice is going for coffee," said Belle. "Come on."


There

Joseph had been in the company of Jenna and Louise for days now. It had taken him a very short time to realize they were twins, despite outward appearances. They both seemed to be of one mind, but now he realized it was more than that. Young twins often developed a secret language, these two had developed a secret form of communication based on years of watching film and television. On the long path to Pemberley, it was starting to irritate him.

"Oh my God, then he comes out of the lake..." said Louise.

"And it's totally awkward..."

"And he's just like this puppy begging for approval."

"Colin Firth was never a puppy."

Louise scoffed loudly. "If you believe that, I think we need to rewatch some Colin Firth movies..."

"Though I never got what he saw in Bridget Jones. I mean, if you're a person in a movie, that's adorable, but if you had to live with someone that needy, it would get on your nerves."

"I know! Then there was that third book and it was like, 'You're fifty! You have kids! This is no longer cute!'"

Joseph finally stopped and turned.

"Did your parents actually talk to you two while you grew up or did they just leave you in front of the television?," he snapped.

They both found this query extremely funny, caught up in uncontrollable giggles, but soon collected themselves.

Louise shrugged. "Little of both, really."

"I will have you know that reading and then watching Pride and Prejudice is a rite of passage for a teenage girl," said Jenna. "We were twelve when we first read it and finished it in a week so that we could have a slumber party with our gran to stay up all night watching the miniseries."

"Then Grandpa walked in on the lake scene..." Louise frowned.

"How did he not know about the lake scene, though?" She looked at Joseph. "Are we still going to Pemberley or not?"

Grudgingly, Joseph turned around and continued on their path.

"What if there's a Mr. Darcy when we get there?," asked Louise.

"He's mine."

"You are not splitting up Darcy and Elizabeth."

"My last boyfriend turned out to be Moriarty, I don't see how I can afford to take any chances."


Here

Beatrice walked down Main Street.

"So," said Andrew, "this is Storybrooke."

"Yes, it is."

"Quaint little small town, USA."

"Yep," said Beatrice, sipping her coffee.

Andrew motioned. "Mr. Gold? Is that your dad?"

"Yes."

Andrew stopped in front of the window and peered inside.

"Those are cool puppets."

Beatrice's eyes widened. She really needed to conduct a burial for those one of these days. Could sorcerers do that? Would Marco want a nun to do it? Maybe Rabbi Bernstein...

"Uh-huh."

"Can we go in?"

Beatrice looked at the door. Thankfully the shop was closed or she would have to go in and... her dad would talk.

"Nope."

"Do you have a key or something?"

Beatrice frowned. "That is really not a good idea for insurance purposes..."

Andrew laughed. "Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous." She saw Hook walking across the street in his old clothes with Smee. "Oh good God, let's go back to my house."


Regina looked at her selection of potions, carefully thumbing through. They had relayed the problem and the potential link to the Author.

"Beatrice is okay, though, right?," asked Henry.

"She's fine," Belle smiled.

"And you think the Master is JG?," asked Regina, finally selecting one and bringing it to Belle.

Gold took the bottle from Regina and inspected it. Regina rolled her eyes.

"It would answer a lot of questions if he was," said Belle.

Gold took the stopper out of the bottle.

"The enchantment should work."

"Of course it will work," snapped Regina.

Belle took the bottle from her husband and knocked it back.


A Long Time Ago In The Enchanted Forest

Belle peered out the window of the carriage as she sat next to her grandmother. She heard Rumplestiltskin grumble.

"Is there a problem, Rumplestiltskin?," asked Catherine.

Belle looked across.

Rumplestiltskin looked at Belle. "I don't like you travelling."

"It's to the village, Rumple. You're with me. Grandmother's with me and it's not as if anyone in Edelweiss is going to lay a hand on me with their lord right there." Belle smiled. "Promise me you'll try to enjoy the Summer Solstice Festival?"

He grumbled some more as Belle and Catherine exchanged knowing looks.

Belle had not been to the village much since her pregnancy was revealed. As Rumple helped from the carriage the people of Edelweiss got their first glance at her baby bump, now five months along. She read their expressions of shock, disbelief and wide-eyed wonder as Rumple helped her grandmother.

Though she had never announced herself, Belle expected that the villagers knew what she was to the Dark One. Standing in front of them now, she could hardly deny it.

"Sweetheart?"

She smiled as she linked arms with Rumple and they took in the fete. There were booths of vendors, Belle and Catherine browsed as Rumplestiltskin stood nearby.

"Lady Belle?"

Belle turned to see Leigh. "Leigh!"

The woman curtsied. "How are we feeling today?"

"We are fine, better than the father," she waved a hand at Rumplestiltskin standing a few feet away. "Grandmother, this is the midwife from Avonlea I told you about. She was a friend of Mother's."

Catherine nodded. "Belle's spoken a great deal about you."

"I should say the same, Your Grace. Are you staying in Edelweiss long?"

"As long as Belle requires me."

"I'm so pleased to hear that. Women need other women for these matters."

"Rumple is very sweet," Belle said softly.

Catherine patted Belle's arm. "Your grandfather was as dear as he could be to me, but trust me, useless at women's problems, but we musn't let them know. Men can be so sensitive." She turned. "Isn't that right, Rumplestiltskin?"

They turned to see the Dark One rolling his eyes.

They chatted some more before a dark-haired blur ran into Belle. She was knocked back a few feet as Rumplestiltskin ran to her side. The villagers looked on in dismay as the child stepped back. They knew their lord well enough to realize most tales of his ruthlessness were somewhat hyperbolic, but Belle's condition had thrown a new factor into the mix.

Belle recognized him.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?," asked Rumplestiltskin.

"I'm fine."

"Are you certain?"

"Babies are built sturdy," Leigh promised the Dark One.

Belle turned back to the boy. "Aren't you my friend from the library?"

Rumplestiltskin still looked down his nose at the boy. Belle patted his arm.

"Don't you remember our friend from the library?" Belle smiled back at the boy. "Do you remember me? It was a little while ago. You pointed out my bracelet?"

She held up her wrist as the boy nodded.

"We were never introduced that day. What is your name?," she asked, knowing the answer.

"Sherlock," another boy spoke up.

Belle turned to see an older boy, around ten, somewhat rotund, heading towards them. He was accompanied by another boy of thirteen.

"Oh, who are you?"

The oldest spoke. "Sherrinford, milady. Milord. This is my brother, Mycroft and our brother, Sherlock."

"Who is an idiot," said Mycroft. "Please pardon his stupidity."

Sherlock still stood gobsmacked. Belle knelt down before him.

"You're quieter than our first meeting, Sherlock," said Belle. "Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?"

Sherlock shook his head. Belle reached into her sleeve for a handkerchief to clean some dirt off his face as the village watched on.

"Well, I know for certain that you're no idiot," said Belle. "I bet you grow up to be a very clever, very handsome man."

She could practically feel Rumple rolling his eyes behind her.

"Why are you bigger?," asked Sherlock.

Belle giggled.

"Well, I am going to have a little girl. She's inside me right now."

"Oh."

Belle smiled and took his hand, placing it on her stomach. "Here. She's been moving a lot today. Can you feel her?"

"How strange."

Mycroft rolled his eyes. Rumplestiltskin helped Belle stand back up.

"Some coins?," she asked.

Relenting some materialized in his hand. Belle gave them to Sherrinford.

"I can't accept, milady."

"Nonsense. They're a solstice gift for my friends. I insist you enjoy the fete."

"Thank you, milady," said Sherrinford.

"Thank you, milady," echoed Mycroft. "My lord."

Belle nodded. Mycroft elbowed Sherlock.

"Thank you, milady."

"You're welcome, Sherlock."

Rumplestiltskin nodded and the older boys took it as invitation to usher their little brother away. Belle turned.

"Did you have to glower at them?"

"Why did you give them coins? Now we'll have every child in the village running into you."

"I suspect only Sherlock will be that brave."

"Brave is one word..."

"Am I missing something?," asked Catherine.

Belle smiled. "No, Grandmother. Why don't we get some refreshment? The Dark Princess is demanding something salty."

"And why don't I believe you?," asked Catherine.


Belle sat back up in the vault. Gold helped her sit up straight.

"Did it work?," asked Henry.

"Well?," asked Regina.

Gold looked at her expectantly.

"I don't remember what JG stands for, but I do know he came from our world," said Belle. She looked at her husband. "He was called Sherlock."

"Sherlock," said Gold with disdain. "You don't mean..."

"His brothers were Mycroft and Sherrinford, Rumple, I don't think there's more than one of them."

"Sherlock Holmes?," Henry asked excitedly. "Beatrice's True Love is Sherlock Holmes?"

"How does that even make sense?," asked Regina.

"Says the woman pining after Robin Hood," Gold shot back.

"Rumple..."

"Says the woman who made Frankenstein the town's best doctor."

"You created the curse for me!"

"I didn't tell you to do that, dearie. The curse bent to your will..."

"Would you two stop?," asked Belle.

"So, if we check the town census, maybe we can find his family," said Henry.

Belle nodded. "Great idea, Henry." She stood. "Though I suppose this does explain why I've read the entire Conan Doyle canon."


There

"Ah, the shades of Pemberley," said Louise, motioning towards the house.

It was a great decaying house with ivy growing over. The windows were boarded up, but Joseph stopped Jenna as he noticed the door was ajar.

Jenna looked up at him.

"Whatever's in there doesn't matter. Lestrade says this is the only way home. We just have to go through it."

They walked inside. The found a doorway already lit up.

They also found Gormlaith and Irene.

Irene shook her head. "You three are just annoying, aren't you?"

Gormlaith turned.

"They are."

Joseph spoke. "Obviously there's been some bad blood here, but we all want the same thing. To get the hell out of here. Suppose we just decided to sort out our differences on the other side."

Jenna tilted her head at Joseph. "Is that a good idea?"

Gormlaith motioned at the door. "Do you know what this portal runs on?"

"Magic?," asked Joseph.

"Blood magic," said Gormlaith. "The blood of the royal family is all that can open this door from this side."

Irene smirked at him.

Joseph shook his head. "Lestrade said..."

"So I don't have to bargain, dearie. Now I am going to go back to my son and I will fix everything."

"Hurt her and I'll kill you," said Joseph.

"Oh, there he goes with that True Love nonsense again," said Irene. "You'd do well to give it up. We could have been really good together."

"So the fanfics claim..." muttered Louise.

Irene scowled at her. "I've had about enough from you."

"You don't even have a good ship name!"

Jenna turned to scowl at her sister. "Do you mind?"

"I mean, what is it? Shadler? Shedler? Shirene?"

"I have no idea what you're on about, dearie," said Gormlaith. "So I'm going to go."

"Oh, no you're not!," shouted Jenna.

Suddenly an ice ball flew from her hand. Gormlaith blocked it with her magic and the force of it blew back, knocking down Joseph, Jenna and Louise as the two women made their escape.


Belle and Gold entered the house to find Alec and Catherine already waiting as Pamela set out the tea tray.

"Grandmother," said Belle. She greeted Catherine with a kiss, then Alec. "We are so sorry. We've been busy."

"So we've heard," said Alec.

"Pamela told us what dark magic befell Beatrice," said Catherine. "Is it very serious?"

"It's more complex than we thought," said Gold.

"Where is Beatrice?" Belle turned to Pamela. "I thought she wouldn't be long."

"She just called. She and Andrew are on their way back."

"Who's Andrew?," asked Gold.

"Rumple..."

"I'm not having her get attached to some Andrew when we know her destiny lay elsewhere. What's next? She's embroiled in some ridiculous love triangle? I think not."

He began to walk away.

Belle threw her arms up. "And what are you going to do?"

"Make a binding potion, obviously and send him far away."

Gold left. Belle sat down.

"Her destiny lay elsewhere?," asked Alec.

"Not many people know about this, but some sort of spell's been cast so part of our memories are missing. It's connected to what happened with Beatrice somehow."

Alec frowned. "That really seems as if you ought to tell someone."

Catherine sighed and looked at her husband. "Trust me, every time a curse happens one of the dwarves goes shouting through the streets and they all erupt in a panic running about like morons. Better to keep it quiet."

Belle smiled and the dogs began barking.

Pamela got up. "I forgot, they don't care for Andrew."

Belle then spotted the manuscript on the coffee table.

"Is this his?"

"Yes," answered Pamela, hurrying off to corral the dogs.

Amidst much barking, Belle finally read the title of the manuscript.

Dynamics of an Asteroid.

Of course it said it was by Andrew Newcomb, but Belle knew it had another author from a story called "The Final Problem."

Professor James Moriarty.

Belle's face flushed and by the time she looked up at Andrew's smiling face, she was seeing red.

"So, these are my great-grandparents, Alec and Catherine and this is my mom," Beatrice said, cheerfully introducing them.

"Mrs. Gold, nice to meet you." He looked at Beatrice. "You two look a lot alike."

"Bound to happen..." said Catherine.

"Where's Dad?," asked Beatrice.

"Beatrice, Grandmother wanted to see the outfit you'd chosen for the council meeting on Thursday."

Beatrice frowned. "What?"

Belle looked meaningfully over at her grandmother.

Catherine caught on quickly. "Yes, I did. You can take me to your room."

"What about after dinner?"

Catherine stood. "You may take me now."

Beatrice looked apologetically at Andrew. "Sorry, I'll be right back."

Beatrice and Catherine left. Belle smiled and motioned for Andrew to sit.

"Why don't you have a cup of tea?"

"Oh, I can't stay long."

"No. I insist," said Belle.

He sat in the chair.

"Oh no," said Belle. "We don't have any sweetener."

"There's sugar cubes," said Alec.

Belle stood. "I wanted Stevia. You know, it's much better for you, Grandfather."

"What's Stevia?"

Andrew began to explain some sort of chemical composition as Belle went to the hall closet. There, in a rack, sat the canes that Gold no longer used. She selected one with an ornate gold handle and flipped it so that the handle was facing out as she walked back towards Andrew.

Luckily, her grandfather was catching on as he sipped his tea so he said nothing of Belle holding the cane like a cricket bat or of the murderous expression on her face.

"So, you say it comes from a real plant?," asked Alec.

"Yes, the sugar alcohol is extracted from-"

Belle whacked him with the cane, the second blow causing him to fall face down on the floor.

Alec put his tea cup down.

"Ought I get a shovel?"

It was at that moment Gold returned carrying the potion. He looked from the body on the floor, to Belle holding his cane with a bloody end back to the body.

"I could have just turned him into a snail," said Gold.

"He's Moriarty," said Belle, bringing the cane to her her side. "Sherlock Holmes' arch enemy, Moriarty."

"I'm relieved there was a reason," said Alec.

Belle turned to her grandfather. "Why did you think I was doing it?"

"I assumed it was his fawning manner."

"How do you know?," asked Gold.

Belle picked up the manuscript. "This is Moriarty's book."

"Are we depending upon your knowledge of Sherlock Holmes trivia?"

Belle glared.

"Forget I asked," Gold said quickly.

"Thank you," said Belle. "If anyone knows where to find Sherlock Holmes it will be him."

"Assuming he's willing to share with us."

"We can figure that out later. Right now we have to move him."

Gold waved his hand and Andrew disappeared along with the cane as Beatrice and Catherine came back.

"Where did Andrew go?," asked Beatrice.

"He had to leave," said Belle.

"He didn't take his manuscript."

Belle shrugged. "I don't know."

Beatrice looked at her father. "Did you say something?"

"Sweetheart, I can honestly say I did nothing."

"Don't question your father," said Catherine. "I believe we came to eat."

Belle led Beatrice into the dining room with Alec following.

"What did you do?," asked Catherine, stopping Gold.

"Belle beat him with one of my canes. We're probably going to interrogate him later."

"Oh, well, so long as that's settled."


There

Joseph watched as the women vanished into the wall.

They were gone.

This had been it.

This was his last chance.

Louise stood and rushed over to the wall, running her fingers along it.

"We can still use it," she said. "The magic's not all vanished. If we hurry."

"Gormlaith said it ran on blood magic."

Jenna and Louise looked at each other.

Jenna threw up her arms. "Aw, hell, we gave it a good run, didn't we?"

"We tried," said Louise, unzipping her jacket pocket and pulling out a pale blue enamel bracelet with a gold bee on top of it.

"That's Beatrice's bracelet."

"Well, it's mine."

"Why would she give it to you?!," Joseph demanded.

"Why do you think?"

He turned to see Jenna putting a pendant over her head, a rose encrusted with jewels.

"What is happening?," he asked.

"What's happening is we're going to Storybrooke," said Jenna. "Dad."

Joseph blanched. "What?"

"Lucky we're here or you'd be stuck."

She grabbed his left hand. Louise grabbed his right hand and they walked towards the portal.

"How do you want to do this?," asked Jenna.

"I hope you're happy," said Louise.

"What?," asked Joseph.

"I hope you're happy now. I hope you're happy how you've hurt your cause forever. I hope you think you're clever."

Jenna snapped back. "I hope you're happy! I hope you're happy, too! I hope you're happy how you'd grovel in submission to feed your own ambition!"

"What is going on?!," demanded Joseph.

"We're going to sing Defying Gravity," Louise said as if this was a perfectly obvious solution.

"Can we just get to the part where we jump in the portal?"

"Fine," said Louise. "Just think about Beatrice and we'll do the same."

"Just your usual portal jump," said Jenna.

The leapt into the white abyss of the light and then it was as if something spun them around.

"What's happening?!," Jenna shouted.

"I don't know!"

The three landed on a wooden floor, groaning. The room was dark except for one light on a table and it smelled of cigar smoke.

A man with a very distracting mustache stood up and looked at them. From the look of his clothes, Joseph knew that they had not returned to Storybrooke.

"Who are you?," the man said gruffly with a Scottish accent.

Joseph looked to Jenna and Louise.

His daughters.

"Are you alright?," he asked, thinking he should probably ask something along those lines.

"Fine," said Jenna.

"All good."

"Who are you? I demand you answer me! Don't you know who I am?!"

"Normally I would try to guess, but I am trying to catch my breath here. I'll be with you in one moment."

"I am Sir Arthur Conan Doyle!"

Joseph froze, then looked up at the man.

"Well, that is a coincidence," he said.


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Moriarty opened his eyes to find himself bound to a stone table. A door creaked and two figures walked in. Belle and Gold appeared from the shadows.

"Now, dearie," said Gold. "I believe you have some explaining to do."

"Mrs. Gold, what's-"

"Don't you dare," said Belle. "We know exactly who you are."

There was a pause.

Slowly, his lips curved into a smile.

"Well, I guess the fun can begin now..."


A light burst into the night from the depths of the wishing well. Gormlaith climbed out, then helped Irene.

She turned to the woman.

"Alright, we're done from here on out, dearie."

"I expected no less," Irene coolly replied.

"Freeze!"

Flashlights shone on them. Emma, David and Marian emerged from the darkness.

"Hello, Emma," Gormlaith began. "How are you?"

"Enough with the chitchat. Gold told us all what you did."

Irene stood with her hands up. "I actually have no idea what this is about. Whatever you have against her, I'm completely innocent."

"We'll see about that," said David.

He and Marian went to handcuff the woman as Gormlaith looked on.

"I'm here to see my son."

"Yeah, I get the feeling he doesn't want to see you."

"I understand that you have a little light magic, Emma, but you really can't stop me from doing what I want."

"She's not alone."

Merlin stepped out of the shadows. Gormlaith shook her head at him.

"I ought to have guessed."

"Yes, you ought to have, but you didn't. Had you done so, you would have known and you would never have come because bad things happen to people who try to hurt the Dark Princess."

Gormlaith glared at him.

Merlin threw up his hands. "I don't know why you believed yourself to be any different."

"Fine." Gormlaith turned to Emma. "I'll come with you."