A/N: So I actuall finished this chapter a couple days ago. I actually started writing waaaay ahead, but I'm not even done with chapter 5 yet! And I'm already behind in my schoolwork, so updates will be few, with up to several weeks in between.

4. Quite the Team

I was up above Killian and the blonde, Emma. I rolled my eyes at Killian's flirting, but decided to leave the subject alone. Besides, he was a pirate, and a man of himself. I was only his sister, who was still a child in his eyes.

I was still skeptical about my my brother's hunt for "the Crocodile", Rumplestilstkin. I knew the Dark One killed Killian's first love, Milah, but going back to Neverland, to the place HE killed Liam... I didn't think it was rational. Then again, Killian was never the rational one.

I knew I was running out of time. I didn't make any deals with Cora, the Queen of Hearts, but I had to find a way back to MY realm, before it was too late. Before my brother-

"Stop worrying." I chastised myself. "Get out of this alive, and call Dad. Worry about John later." Right. Like that would ever happen.

"See anything up there?" Killian called up. I stared up at the "floor" of the giant's home. "Yeah, casks of rum on the vine."

"Enough with the jokes, Elizabeth. Tell me when you see anything IMPORTANT."

I frowned, hanging on the vine, feeling the wind whip my hair into my face. I really should tied it up before starting the climb.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?"

I jerked out of my reverie. "Yes," I called down. "Just...thinking."

"Dangerous pastime, sister." I could feel Killian smirking at me. "What about?"

I paused. Should I tell him my plans to search for my brother, my father? I shook my head. "It's nothing. Let's keep going." I pulled myself up the beanstalk, moving at a faster pace. If I could find something to contact my father with, I could go back to my universe and find my brother. I don't remember when this obsession of mine started, but I was bound by some sort if tie to my brother. I was finally in the modern era, after spending so many years in the past. The universe was pulling us together, and not even an armada of Daleks could stop me from finding him.

Emma and Killian pulled up over the wall. I stood up, my thoughts still lingering on some questions I needed answered. "Emma, may I speak with you?" The blonde looked stunned, raising her eyebrows. "Yeah, sure. What about?"

"In your realm, was there ever any mention of...aliens?"

"Aliens?" Emma's eyebrows scrunched together. "Like little green dudes from Mars?"

I shook my head. "Invasions in London. Spacecrafts crashing in England."

"I'm not sure." Emma admitted. "I led an isolated life. But-" she hesitated. "There was this one man, who showed up at one of my foster homes. He just...watched me, for a bit, and then walked into a blue...box."

"What did he look like?" I asked excitedly. "Stick-uppity brown hair, blue suit, and rectangular spectacles?"

Emma frowned. "No, he had floppy brown hair, tweed jacket, and no glasses. Why?"

"He could have regenerated." I mused. "It could have been a later version of him."

"I'm sorry, who?"

"My father." I said simply. "He's a Time Lord- an alien race from a distant planet. My mother was human, though."

Emma gave me a disbelieving look. My gaze hardened. "You should understand more than anyone." I said coldly. "You are the daughter of two very important fairy tale people. I am part alien. We aren't as unalike as you may think." Emma sighed. "Okay. I'll try to wrap my head around it. But don't expect me to believe absolutely everything."

"I don't expect you to. Now, let's go find that compass before my brother makes a fool of himself."

"Too late," Emma muttered, grabbing my arm for support when the ground started to shake. "He woke the giant." I glanced over my shoulder and groaned. "Killian you twit." I growled. "You still got that sleeping powder?" Emma held up a white pouch. "Yeah." Her eyes wandered up to a statue. "I'll...climb up that, and throw it in his face."

"Killian and I can keep him occupied until you're ready."

"Thanks. Don't get yourself killed."

"Don't fall."

Emma smiled fleetingly and ran behind the giant, beginning to climb the statue. "Oi, big man!" I yelled, running up beside Killian. "Looking for someone?"

The giant turned around and kicked over another statue. "Over here, you idiot!" Killian yelled, taking the giant closer to Emma. She held up the pouch, ready to throw it.

"Hey!" Emma shouted. "Over here!" As soon as the giant turned to face her, she threw the sleeping powder into his face. He swayed from side to side, and I pulled Killian out of the way before he could get crushed.

"You're welcome." I grumbled. Killian tore his eyes away from Emma, and smiled at me. "Thank you, sister dear. I'd be dead a thousand times if it wasn't for you."

"Then you owe me lots of favors, don't you?"

"You're my sister, you can't ask for favors."

"Except that we're not actually related, so yeah. I can."

Killian smirked. "Alright, then, what do you want?"

"Your flask." He gave it to me in an instant, grinning. "I knew you'd cave sooner or later, little sister." I smiled sweetly, opening the cap. Killian's grin faded. "No!" He shouted, as I tipped the flask. "No more rum." I said firmly. "That's my favor." I turned around, putting my hands on my hips. "Now, let's go find that compass."