AN: Ok so I tried to make it as plausible as I could... just roll with it.

Disclaimer: I forgot the disclaimer on the first part, but that doesn't mean I own House, Once Upon a Time, or any of the lovely characters.

Part 3

Jefferson pulled out of the parking lot. He drove for a few miles, quietly thinking to himself. The car turned off the main road onto a winding dirt path.

"Do it." His voice finally broke the silence.

"Do what?" The brunette drunkenly giggled from the back seat, oblivious to what was about to happen.

Emma turned to Remy, her eues filling with tears. "I'm sorry..." and before she could ask the blonde what she was sorry for, a cloth was firmly placed over her nose and mouth. She tried holding her breath as she struggled to remove the cloth, but eventually her body betrayed her and Remy was forced to breath in the noxious fumes. The last thing she remembered hearing before slipping into a deep sleep, was the laugh of a mad man.

Remy woke up slowly. Her head was pounding worse then any hangover she had ever experienced before, and her throat felt raw. Several silk scarves had her gagged and bound, leaving her unable to do anything besides just look around. This wasn't exactly how she expected her night to have been going.

The brunette sat up on the stark white couch. She could hear voices coming from the hall getting louder and louder until the door opened.

"Welcome to Wonderland!" He greeted her with a sickening smile.

He stepped aside to let Emma enter the room. "Be a dear and take Remy to her new room, I'll go and whip us up some tea." The blonde gave a nod, but didn't dare say anything. As she passed by him, he suddenly tangled his fingers into her blonde curls and roughly pulled her towards him so her ear was almost pressed up against his lips, causing her to whimper in pain. "And I wouldn't try anything stupid if I were you." He released his hold on her an briskly walked down the hallway.

Remy tried to hide the fact she was scared shitless. She struggled against the silk that tied her hands behind her back, not allowing any help from Emma to let them come undone. She was determined to put up a fight.

"Get the fuck away from me?" She spit at Emma as soon as the gag was removed, albeit with much effort on Emma's part. Remy knew she was fighting the wrong person, but she had to make herself feel as if she had control of the situation. Accepting Emma's help made her feel as if she was handing over that control.

Remy glared at the blonde harshly for a moment, but the look in her eyes told her she was just as much of a prisoner as herself, so she softened her gaze, then turned away. Emma slowly reached behind her back to remove the scarf that held the young woman's hands. Once Remy had been completely untied, Emma hesitantly offered her a hand, which she reluctantly took, and the two walked out of the room and down a long hallway. Finally they stopped in front of a heavy wood door. Emma turned the doorknob and opened the door to a guest bedroom decorated with royal purple walls and red silk bedding.

A man in a black suit was just fluffing the pillows as they entered, causing Remy to visibly tense at the sight of him.

"And who, are you?" The elder british man said coming closer to the women.

"Who am I? Who the fuck are you?" She said, putting that wall of hers back up. She could smell the distinct smell of cigar smoke on the man, and it made her breathing more difficult, more than it already was.

Emma quickly stepped in-between the two, not wanting Jefferson to have to come in and punish Remy for being insolent. "This is Remy… Jefferson's new… toy to play with."

"Hmm very interesting…" He muttered as he walked out. Remy just looked over at the blonde, her eyes full of questions.

"Thats Absolem, he's the butler. Completely harmless… As long as you don't piss him off enough to have him call Jefferson in of course. Best to just avoid encounters with him. " Remy nodded as she watched him disappear down the hallway.

She turned her attention back to Emma. "Why is he doing this?"

The blonde sighed. "I guess you could say it's a game to him."

"A game? What is he expecting to get if he win's?" She asked confused by what she meant.

"He wasn't alway like this…" Emma began to explain, "A few years back his daughter, Grace, was kidnapped."

"I don't understand…"

"After grace was taken, Jefferson went a little... mad." She continued, trying to make it as simply as she could for Remy to understand. "He spent years in locked up in an asylum, and in that time he convinced himself that… this is going to sound ridiculous."

"Just say it." The brunette begged her to continue.

"He convinced himself that fairytales were real, and his daughter was being held prisoner in wonderland by the Queen of Hearts." Emma watched Remy pace the room back in forth as she lounged on the bed.

"Ok so crazy guy wants his daughter back... Why the hell am I here?" She threw her hands up in the air. She knew she had to have been there for a reason, but it still unnerved her that no one had told her what it was yet.

"You see Remy, Jefferson has this thing... He thinks that in order to get to his daughter he needs to get his hat to work. Its this magic portal thingy… or something I'm really not clear on that either. And because he is unable to get it to work, he wants me to do it."

"And I ask again... Why the fuck am I here?... And why does he think you can fix the stupid hat anyway?"

Emma let out a tired laugh. "He thinks I'm the saviour... He thinks I'm Alice."

"Alice in Wonderland…" Remy mumbled to herself rolling her eyes. She had never been one much for fairytales seeing as her mom never had the energy to read to her at night, and her dad was always drunk. "Ok so 'Alice,' go fix the damn hat." It seemed like a simple enough solution. Too simple.

"I can't. And that's where you come in…" She didn't want to be the one to tell her. It was bad enough it was going to happen, but to know it was going to happen… she had always said ignorance was bliss.

"What the hell do I know about hats? I'm a doctor, not a seamstress." She couldn't believe all this was to get her to make a stupid fucking hat.

"Jefferson doesn't expect you to make the hat. I've made countless hats for him already. None of which 'work'. He is expecting something that is impossible, but he makes me continue trying regardless." She paused and stole a glance out the window, she knew it was bolted shut however. "After the 10th hat I made, he thought I just didn't have any motive to make the hat work for him. So he started doing things to create a motive for me."

"What exactly does that mean, Emma?" It was one thing to be forced to make a hat, but Remy had a sick feeling there was more to the story.

Her eyes rapidly started filling with tears. It was the first time she had allowed herself to cry in front of anyone in a long time. Remy was by her side in a second offering her comfort. She was positive Emma was stuck in this house just as much as she was, only difference was, she had no idea how long Emma had already been there for. The blonde put herself back together quickly, wiping her face with the sleeve of her red pleather jacket. Once he found her voice again she managed to finally answer Remy's question. "He went from being a practically harmless delusional, to a crazy sadistic fuck." It's all she said at first, but after a long paused she disdainfully added, "No matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to find the right motivation for me to 'get it to work.'"

"Emma... I'm so sorry that you had to go through that," Remy said, one hand lightly stroking her back to sooth her, "but you have to call the cops."

Emma shook her head back and forth then reached into her pocket and pulled out her badge. "I am the cops." She knew he only allowed her to keep the badge to taunt her. Of course the first things he had taken from her was her gun and handcuffs. The handcuffs he still likes to use every so often however…

"What has he done to you exactly?" She quietly prodded her on.

"Maybe we shouldn't talk about th-"

"Please Emma, what happened." Her voice was obviously scared despite her best efforts to keep it steady.

She let out a exhausted sigh. She once too was like Remy, full of fight. That was until he broke her. "After the 50th hat give or take, he was growing impatient. He said he didn't like how it came down to the last resort, but deep down I think the line between trying to find a way home and punishing me for not being able to do the impossible blurred."

Remy stared at her confused, trying to process the information. None of it made any sense, none of it seemed real. It was like she was stuck in a dream that she couldn't wake up from."What does that m- " Emma cut her off.

"It means he's raped me. Repeatedly." Silent tears fell down her cheeks again as she struggled to bring her voice much above a whisper. "But he doesn't get it. No matter what he does, I can't get it to work."

The two fell silent. There wasn't anything else to say. The only could just wait. At least an hour went by before anything happened.

"So in that bar, did you choose me or did he?" Her hoarse voice broke the silence. The question seemed only natural to want to know the answer of, but still, it surprised Emma that Remy had even been thinking to ask.

"He did." She said bluntly. "Believe me, I didn't want to help, but he said he would just hurt me more than he already has… I don't know how much more I can take." She knew it wasn't a very good excuse, and she wished she had a better one to offer the poor girl.

"Did he tell you why? I mean did he ever tell you why he picked me?" The brunette questioned with a flat tone.

"No… he never did."

Remy nodded. It wasn't an answer, but it was all she was going to get for now.

After another long moment of silence Emma moved closer to Remy on the bed, closing the last few inches between them. She carefully brought her hand up and pushed back a few stray locks of the brunette's hair, trying to offer her some sort of comfort. "I just want you to know I will never hurt you." Emma leaned in and softly brushed her lips up against Remy's. Her eyes fluttered closed as they kissed, Remy's touch being the first gentle touch she's felt in over a month.

Just then the door to the bedroom burst open and Jefferson appeared in the doorway with a tea tray. The two flew apart from each other, and Emma's eyes went wide with fear as she saw what was on the tray, because it wasn't just tea.

"Who's ready to play?" He questioned, his voice deep and dripping with lust. The corners of his lips curled up into a sadistic smile as he stood, blocking the women from escaping through the door.