Part 3 : What can we do now ?

"Why did you accept to become her ally ?

- I don't know what you mean…

- Oh, please Blue, said Tink, annoyed. Don't play the hypocrite, right ? You do know what I mean.

- I don't, answered Blue with innocence (played or true), I just want to help you !

- Help me ? The same way you helped me when you took my wings from me ?

As she saw the surprised air of the fairy, Tink understood that she didn't remember. She let her head fall, tired, seeing she already lost.

Then, a doubt took her.

"Wait a second… why do I remember ?"

She was talking with no purpose, more talking to herself, not waiting a answer. The fairy knew that she wasn't there by chance, and she didn't know which perverse spirit had this idea, but she had some ideas…

Before the curse, Blue and her talked about the Black Fairy, about what she would do, and about Blue's errors. In fact, the green fairy knew what Fiona could do.

But she would have never thought that she could turn upside down someone's spirit, especially Blue's.

One of the most powerful fairies that ever existed.

And then, fear took her.

How could she resist if the other one didn't do it ?

And especially… would it mean anything, as she was alone ?

A real and strong rage took her, linked to her incapacity to act.

"Show yourself Fiona ! She screamed. I know you're here, that must be. So. Do you like it ?"

She was bitter, and angry too, and didn't care to stay calm or polite.

Blue had a strange light in her look, and Tink remarked then that her outfit changed, and became darker, looking like the Black Fairy's. Tink swallowed with difficulty, fascinated, she couldn't divert her look from her, and she cursed herself for being so weak.

Oh no. Oh no…

Blue was outrageously sexy, and it had an effect on her, that she didn't want.

Then there was a silence, Blue had a smile on her lips, a carnivorous smile, and Tink really began to be afraid.

"So, you won't free me..."

Blue turned her head, and Tink sighed. The blue fairy slowly came next to her, under the afraid look of the prisoner.

"Don't worry, Blue whispered, very soon, you will not want to go."

§§§§

All of this was was taking an unexpected turn, and Tink was both affrayed and excited. She clenched her fists and grimaced, understanding that the magic that was surrounding her was just invading her.

The fairy didn't have her powers any more, but she felt magic, as she had been confronted to it all her life. Blue was just using black magic, and Tink wanted to scream.

The other fairy was close to her, too close, and when her hand put itself on Tink's cheek, this one shivered.

And then, without waiting, Blue kissed her.

Tink started, surprised, not knowing how to react, not knowing why her friend was doing that.

Her first reflex was to slap her, but her hands were tied up, and even though she was trying to struggle, she stayed then immobile, powerless.

Blue was smiling against her lips, feeling her resistance, knowing it wouldn't last.

The green fairy was trying to escape to it, feeling in a confuse way that if she succumbed to it (and she so wanted to do it !), she would be lost.

When Blue stick against her, Tink opened wide her eyes, and, instinctively, as she still didn't reply to the kiss, she bite the other woman's lip.

Surprised, the blue fairy walked away from her, and she began to smile again, satisfied. The other one looked at her in a choked way.

"You… you're naked !" She hiccuped, stupefied.

The spell was still there, so she didn't remark it, and had been taken by surprise. Blue, looking at herself, not really out of phase, shrugged.

She already knew it, in fact, she almost forgot that she was supposed to have clothes, and she had an idea. Her purpose, as Fiona', was to make Tink fall, and it was just a game for her.

"Yes, of course… What if you saw more of this ?"

Blue's smile became delighted as she saw Tink blush.

"You're… you're just crazy !"

It was not a no, not really, and her look changed, as her spirit was more and more receptive to the magic's attacks.

And Blue's seductive smile really didn't help her resisting.

Without waiting her to agreed, Blue again threw herself on her, and this time, Tink wasn't able to resist.

§§§§

A new victory was going to happen for Fiona, who definitely adored her new way to make fall people despite themselves.

She decided finally to act, seeing that Tink was succumbing little by little under Blue's assaults, moving with pleasure, but still resisting.

Fiona stand up next to Tink, who finally opened her eyes, and gave her an ironic look ; she was not duped, and knew what was going to happen to her.

The Black Fairy smiled, surprised ; she didn't expect the fairy to be that resistant. It was appreciable, she had to recognize it.

And also completely pointless…

They then began kind of a duel, refusing to give up and divert the look, a look that Tinkerbell succeeded to support with pride. The fairy wanted to make her understand that she wouldn't surrender, that she would resist, even if the fairy already won.

And then, Fiona understood why she wanted to organize all of this, why she made it happen.

She didn't care about destroying or ruining Tinkerbell, who, as she didn't really suffer, still could fight, she still had the will to do it.

All of this had been for (well, against) Blue.

For two reasons, in fact.

So Blue would produce her own degradation, she would accept to embrace evil, so she would fall, go on the other side willingly.

And her loss and her defeat would be complete, resounding.

And the other reason was linked to who Tinkerbell was, someone who had been betrayed by Blue, but who still believed in her, and it was so good, to see the other fairy destroy this one that way.

To do it so Tink would fall, this, Fiona didn't care, she had nothing against her.

But, to do it so it would happen because of Blue, this, it was a fantastic thing.

Almost slowly, she passed her hand on Tinkerbell's forehead, who was still smiling, a sad and resigned smile.

"I hope you will have good dreams, she whispered to her."

When she left, the two fairies were embracing each other, and they were happy of their fate.

§§§§

It hurt.

Oh bloody hell, it really hurt.

Unlike the other inhabitants, Dorothy hadn't been confronted to a curse before, then, when she had her memory back, with no warning, it wasn't a pleasant experience.

She was alone, walking in the street, and it hit her.

She didn't scream, or fall, staying calm and firm, as her spirit was turned into a true maelstrom of confused and painful thoughts.

Some things became clearer after some minutes of reflection, except the reason why she seemed to be the only one to remember. And it was the case for Ruby, and even though the situation really sucked, she felt a wave of relief as she understood that at least, they didn't take her from her.

In fact, she didn't understand herself why she felt so desperate toward that situation, as she belonged to the one that the Black Fairy didn't hurt too much. She understood it as she faced Ruby again.

The one she loved lost all her friends, her memory, and even though her girlfriend was still with her, this curse stole many things from her. And the fact is that Dorothy had kind of a poor record with wicked witches, and she didn't want Fiona to escape from this.

And she was alone in this town, knowing no one, she didn't know with who she could talk.

She wasn't stupid, so she didn't go to see Fiona, knowing it wouldn't work, not knowing this one already knew that she remembered.

Accepting that she could nothing, she decided to wait, wait for something to happen, and it did.

Not a long time after that, Neal woke up too.

§§§§

It had been for real, and for the third time, as he was still in bed. This time, he fought, he resisted, despite what his spirit was trying to do.

Or his body. It doesn't matter.

The idea is that his spirit didn't want, instinctively, that he remembered, because of one thing.

His relationship with Henry, who, in Neal's spirit (non cursed one), was still his son, and that risked to destroy him. It was the reason one the young man still didn't wake up, despite the fact that the curse was more weak than ever.

But this time, it wouldn't be that way, and when Neal remembered, this situation horrified him. Understanding more or less what happened, he became pale, despite his spirit still blurred.

His son.

His son (that wasn't his son any more) was just there, in his bed, in his arms.

And Henry tried to resist to it, to fight against it, to remember, and Neal understood some of his behaviours, and he wanted now to vomit.

He sink Henry, made him fall, collapse, and even though they weren't linked any more, it changed nothing.

He was the responsible of this, just as Fiona, they did this.

They were the monsters of the story.

Neal trembled, and, instinctively, Henry came closer to him. He tried to calm himself, and to his own horror, it was more simple than he would have thought.

His body was reacting to the other man's, a little too more, in fact, and he was really feeling good, almost despite himself. Everything was blurred in his spirit, he remembered, but it was difficult for him to join the two realities present in his memory, and succeed to see both of them as true.

Because, on a side, he was Henry's father, or at least, he used to.

But the fact is that, clearly, he was his lover too.

And it was really disturbing to reconcile these two contradictory visions. Henry was sleeping against him, and for a moment, Neal tried not to take into account the fact that he was his son, just admiring him without saying anything. He brushed his hairs with his hand, almost surprised to see how much he seemed to be peaceful, remembering how lost he seemed to be lost not a long time ago.

And Neal, who believed that he saved him, realized that he was the one who just sent him in Hell.

Oh, Henry, I am sorry.

But despite that, a part of him didn't regret it, and he felt a wave of excitation non welcomed, as he remembered how he did it.

Then, Henry opened his eyes, turned in his direction, and smiled to him.

Then, at that precise moment, he fell.

And he knew.

He knew that he would tell nothing to him, that he would not make the truth appear again, because even if this relationship was really unhealthy on a certain point of view, there was something he couldn't deny, something Emma would discover too.

It made Henry happy, and Neal saw it as he saw his look full of joy and love. Moreover, it made him happy too, if you forgot for a time that he remembered.

Well… Well.

They were so fucked up.

And then, when Henry stole a kiss from him, Neal didn't try to escape from it, and he didn't want to. His body was taking control of him again, and his spirit was falling.

It didn't matter that it was bad or immoral.

The only thing that mattered was that his son was happy.

(And he couldn't deny that he loved this too.)

§§§§

Even though it had been hard at the beginning, his body had his reflexes back, and he slept with his son.

Again.

You could have thought that they just did this, but it was wrong, and after that, Neal decided to go out to be able to breathe again, and think.

He was really troubled, because if what they were doing was wrong, a part of him was not disturbed by that, and he understood that the Black Fairy's magic was there, acting on him and he grimaced.

Alone and desperate, he walked, always seeing happy people, smiling, surrounded by a dark and putrid magic, a magic Fiona didn't try any more to hide, and that only the one who remembered could see.

He thought again about what he did, and he wanted to abandon, to give himself in this, and loose himself, as Henry did, loose himself in this immoral relationship. In fact, he realized rapidly that it was already the case, that he was the one who did all of this, and that it was just his fault.

Neal made a moan of despair, not knowing what to do any more, remembering but wanting to forget, defeated, but still wanting to fight.

Dorothy was not in a better state, wandering in town too, tormented for other reasons. She had a good life, right, but the other's was not, and it revolted her. She wanted to fight, but didn't know what to do.

They were both alone, seeing things other didn't, and, as they saw each other, they understood the truth.

They were not alone now.

The Granny's was a perfect place to talk, and with a grave air, Neal began to talk.

"So, you remember too ?

- Yes, as you do, apparently. What do you remember ?

- There is a curse, and we should do something against that.

- But what ?

- Kill the Black Fairy. It will surely break the curse.

- In which way ?

- I think I can take one of the magic objects my father has, it could work.

- Do you think we can take her magic from her ?"

Neal grimaced.

"I don't think so. If we had squid ink, you could immobilize her, but there is not this there. I don't know another way.

- We have to have a plan. To prepare ourselves. To find an occasion."

Neal thought about it, and then, his look shined.

"I think that I have an idea."

§§§§

A ball.

Fiona was going to organize a ball. A true one, as in the Enchanted, and she didn't hide herself, as the theme was "fairy tales".

Because, if you want to be ironic and do something absurd, you have to go all out, no ?

Neal found it almost funny, in fact, and decided to go to it, not as Peter Pan (why would he do such a thing ?) but as the Huntsman.

Because, well, why not.

Henry chose the costume of Prince Charming, and, as he saw that, Neal wanted to smile and scream.

He did nothing, but now, he saw all the irony of the thing.

Just a Dorothy, Neal took a sword coming from Gold's shop, enchanted, and they prepared.

It would be difficult, but they wanted to believe it.

Dorothy, by pure auto-derision, disguised herself as the wicked witch of the West.

Because after all, why not !

And, knowing who she was, Neal couldn't help but smile. It was the night, and the ballroom was full of people, and, as he entered, Neal lost his smile.

Because, well, the tone was given, it was seen, and obviously, Fiona was never at a ball before.

Or, she decided not to respect the rules in it, and she turned it into an… orgy. Yes, it was that.

Yes, she definitely had a problem, or an obsession, or she just wanted to turn Storybrooke in a sort of a brothel, or something like that.

Or it was her way to do it so people of Storybrooke wouldn't revolt.

By the way, it was weird.

There was another reason, in fact, than the presence of the Black Fairy.

There was a wolf in the room.

"Ruby ? Asked with surprise Dorothy."

Fiona had a satisfied grin. Some seconds had been enough for them to be discovered by her, and, as she put a hand on the wolf's head, the mayor mocked the young woman.

"I am happy to see you, Dorothy, Neal. I know that you remember, and why you're here. Then, forget all your sorrows, and have fun.

- Stay away from my girlfriend, Dorothy whistled then, furious, not taking into account the fairy's words.

By challenge, she approached the wolf from her, who stayed there, docile. Fiona was particularly beautiful this evening, and was with a… particular outfit.

"Wait a minute, Neal said. You stole one of the outfits of the Evil Queen ?"

It was the case, and even though it was a detail, it disturbed Neal, who had the impression of a story repeating again.

"I took it definitely from her… Don't act like children, please. Put your swords on the ground."

They understood that all of this was absurd, but it didn't stop them from fighting against Fiona, who too had a sword.

In another story, they could have won, but it wasn't the case, even though they believed it, for a time, as they succeeded to hit her.

(And no one saw it, because, magic, and all these things…)

She stopped for a time, with an expression of pain on the face, as they hoped again.

Then, she burst into laughter, and the former cursed people didn't understand it. With a gesture, she made the weapons disappear, not being hurt.

"You lost, she said, mocking."

§§§§

"And now, what are you going to do… kill us ?"

Fiona smiled at her former grand-son, and couldn't stop herself from going closer to him, as he froze, disturbed.

"No, of course no… or I couldn't do this."

And then, she kissed him, smiling as she saw him walk away from her.

It was gratuitous, it's true, but if there was something the fairy decided to do since she was in Storybrooke, it was to follow her urges, and she wanted to do this.

And it was really funny to see him that way, so confused.

"What to you want ? Asked Dorothy, worried to see her wolf so close to the fairy.

- That you forget… again. And that you decide it.

- Or ?

- Oh… well, this dear Ruby will end bad… really bad."

It would be death, simply.

It was just blackmail, nothing more, and Dorothy's rage grew up as she saw how much Ruby seemed to be close to the fairy.

Just as her fear too, at the simple idea of losing her True Love.

She had no other choice or solution.

Just as all of them, she was trapped, without being able to do anything.

She was at the mercy of the Black Fairy.

Because she was going to say yes, obviously, and Neal just as Fiona knew it.

What else could she do ?

"I guess I don't have any other choice…

- You do, deary. It depends if you do the good choice or not.

- Alright, I accept. Make me your thing, erase my memory, let me go with Ruby, and stay away from my family.

Fiona smiled again, with her same unbearable smile.

- Yes, of course."

As it was made, she made the two women disappear, as Ruby (who was now human, thanks to the cloak), and she turned herself in Neal's direction.

"Well… here we are."

§§§§

"You know what Fiona ? Go fuck yourself ! It's the only thing I have to say."

A silence followed this declaration both angry and crude, and Fiona rolled her eyes.

"You know, it would be easier that way.

- Why ? Why are you doing this ?

- What do you mean ?

- Spare us. You didn't kill us, you didn't erase our memory after we remembered. Why didn't you do it. ?

- It's funnier that way. And, it works better.

- How ?

- A spirit giving up and accepting to fall is easier to manipulate than a one still fighting. Why do you think Henry didn't remember ?"

Oh, yes… it was true.

"Analyse the situation together… you're alone, you remember, and it's painful for you.

- Yes and I… this… I slept with my son.

- He is not your son any more, not in this reality, you should enjoy what you have instead of complaining.

- Shut up, right ? And why am I listening to you ?

- Because I am the one who can take your sufferings from you."

And then, magic acted, stopping Neal from moving, as he tried to escape, in vain, and that Fiona came closer to him, ready to make him fall with her way.

After Henry, Blue, and other, it was Neal's turn.

(Yes, this woman is unhinged…)

She didn't care if someone saw her, and with what was happening there, it didn't matter.

And it had already been said that the Black Fairy had no reserve, so more or less…

What interested her, it was that Neal was looking at her at first with fear, and then as magic (which is able to do anything, but the thing is that this dear fairy has all the powers, so… well) embraced him in a protective and destructive hug, he stopped to fight.

A last light of revolt appeared in the Lost Boys eyes, mixed with anger and distress.

"Well.. I have to congratulate you, he said with a bitter and ironic ton. I would say that you won.

- You're wrong Neal… I won since a long time… since the day Emma Swan killed herself, she added with sadism."

She didn't miss the light of pain and hatred in his eyes, and she almost laughed of it.

The last coherent thought Neal had was that this woman was really crazy, lost into darkness, and that no one could ever save her.

And with this, she was going to take them in her madness, and her twisted logic.

When she kissed him, he replied to it too, despite a feeling of disgust, that was rapidly destroyed, as the kiss continued, and that Neal forgot more and more his doubts, and his hatred, that were replaced by pleasure, and relief.

He forgot.

He forgot that this woman was supposed to be his grandmother.

He forgot all the things she did, the darkness, the horror, the death.

He forgot everything, for a time, and he gave up.

He gave up, completely, just as Henry did before him.

It was better that way, right ?

It couldn't have been better for him, as a happy ending.

Or as a happy life…

The END