TMS - A Brother and His Sister - Once Upon a Time

by The Midnight Shadows

On an island off the coast of the Enchanted Forest, there were many mysteries. A one-handed pirate-at-heart and a former Evil Queen - both on similar paths to finding happiness and lost family members. A deep connection binds them together in a way they are yet to understand. WARNING: May be a couple of spoilers from later seasons, but none detailed.

4. Chapter 4

A tall blonde. A short brunette. A plump redhead. A busty brunette. A freckled blonde. A woman with an eye patch. A woman with a wooden leg. A woman with pale, peachy skin. Another with a rich, smoky quartz skin tone. A teacher. A maid. A healer. A saviour. A fairy.

Visions of several women flashed before his eyes. His eyelids flickered as he saw miniscule recaps of his past encounters – some longer than others. He started convulsing.

"Killian?" Regina ran round the bar to catch him as he slid off the stool. She lowered him on to the slate tiles and held his head on her lap. "Killian?!" She conjured a damp cloth and laid it across his forehead, then a small tub of bubbling mustard-yellow slime materialised next to her. Holding her left hand over it, she closed her eyes and muttered something under her breath. It turned a murky grey and she wafted it under his nose.

Once she placed it back down, she waited for the potent smell to take effect. The convulsing slowed to a twitch and, seconds later, he started coughing and spluttering, jolting into a seated position. She rubbed his back, as she did when Henry was unwell. There were scratches on the tiles from Killian's hook.

"Roni?" he whispered.

"Not quite. Are you okay?" He mumbled. "What did you see? What do you remember?"

"I –" he paused. "They-" She offered him a glass of water, which he sipped. "Regina, they aren't all my memories."

"What do you mean?"

"Some of the women are from the other versions of me, I suppose. It felt like I was reliving someone else's experiences – some of them, anyway. They're in my head, but they aren't mine."

"Any stand out? We can rule out any you weren't involved with and go from there. If you have any side effects of that potion, though, come see me?"

"Of course, Luv." He stood up with her help, but it was clear he was unsteady on his feet. She flimsily waved her hand around her - the doors and windows locked themselves, the cutlery hopped into the drawers, the plates and mugs flew into the cupboards and on to the shelves, three wet sponges zoomed around the room, cleaning one table after another and the chairs scooted themselves under each.

In a puff of smoke, holding Killian up, they disappeared.