I had been waiting for a pairing to grab me. Once Jim and Pam got their happy ending, I kept waiting for that new "something" to jump out at me. I thought that it might be PRex's Ben and Leslie. Maybe IPS's Mary and Marshall. And then DAMN if Sebastian Stan and Jennifer Morrison about make my TV melt during Hat Trick. I was glad to see he's back two more times before the end of the season, but WOW do TPTB need to find a way to bring him back at least recurring next year. I know... he's been cast in a new USA show, but still... until then, we all have our FF. And who knows, maybe if we flood the web, someone might notice.
Not sure where I am going with this yet. I'll probably continue as I'm one of those people who doesn't start a story unless I plan on finishing it. And after rewatching Hat Trick (thanks ABC On Demand!) again, I felt compelled to get this out of my head. So enjoy. I'll update when I can as real life likes to get in the way... a lot...
It was like the hat was staring back at her. She sighed and looked at the clock. She should be sleeping. Lord knows that Regina isn't being kept up at night right now. But this hat. This stupid, maddening, simple hat that she put in her car without realizing it. She glanced over at Henry's book. It had been weeks and he still hadn't asked for it back. She couldn't make herself turn off the page of Jefferson and Grace. Why? Why why why why why?
Because deep down she knew that he had gotten to her. Not just with his words. Yes, his words had gotten to her. He was so set in his beliefs that he was from that fairytale world, just like everyone else, but that he remembered. That it was all Regina's fault that he was trapped, only being able to look at the outside world through his window. Why shouldn't he have been a little off kilter? Have to watch the rest of the world move around you while you are trapped.
"But he wasn't trapped. Because there's no such thing as magic!" There was no one here, but she felt it needed to be said out loud, to give it some validity. But it had been weeks. And her resolve was crumbling. She had spent hours and hours looking in the forest for him. There was no way he should have survived that fall. Even if he did, he would have been badly injured and could not have gotten far at all. But there was no sign of him. No blood. No shoe prints. Nothing. It was like he had vanished down…
"The rabbit hole?" she said, giggling to herself. Great.
She flipped over and stared at that blasted hat again. She glanced at her hands and back at the hat. Was he right? Did she have "magic" in her?
She's never felt special. Never once in 28 years has anyone made her feel special. Until Jefferson… mad, blabbering, slightly gorgeous Jefferson, told her that he knew she had magic in her. And that's was special and different and she was his only hope to get out of the world.
She blew out the breath she had been holding, glared at that hat one more time and turned off the light. She knew what sleep she would find would be restless and full of dreams. It had been that way for weeks, since that night at the house. She could only blame the after effects of whatever crazy drug he put in the tea for so long before you have to realize it is something else. But what?
"I hate that hat. I'm throwing it out tomorrow" she said as she closed her eyes. But even that, she knew, was a lie. She had been telling herself the same thing for weeks now. Yet, there it sat, in the corner of her room.