Part 1 : I see you.
The ghost were also in this state of mind. Not so much time after they learned how to go between the world of the living and the one of the dead, annoying and inactivity got them.
Because yes, they had nothing to do, except spying people in Storybrooke, who couldn't see them. That, or be desperate about what happened on the inside of the town, the thing is that they already did all the things they could do.
Discover what everyone became occupied them for a time. So, the fairies' fate that was absolutely not enviable or good, made them shiver with horror.
"How is it possible to be so cruel ? Asked Emma.
- She gets revenge, answered Regina.
- But it makes no sense. They did nothing to her !
- I guess she punishes them to also punish Blue…"
They hadn't been the only one to have a bad situation in town, but the fact is that from a certain point of view, not many people in town really suffered. Strangely, it also made Emma shiver.
"In a way, it's worst, she muttered.
- What do you mean ?
- They don't know, that's true. But they don't understand.
- They don't understand that they are cursed, right. But this is how the curse work, no ? Said Regina.
- Exactly, but what I mean, is that some of them don't seem to realize that what is there… is not good. That it's not the good story.
- We can do nothing Emma. They don't see us, how could we do anything and make them believe ?
- I don't know Snow… I just wanted to be able to do something..."
The almost six years (that is to say five years only now, but in not a long time, it would be six) that passed then were atrociously long for the ghosts, reduced to only see and never be seen.
And they more and more understood that it should be their unfinished business, to do it so the curse that fell on the town was broken. Without it, they would never be able to leave the Underworld and join the Olympus.
And it wouldn't happen, it would never happen, because the only person who knew for the curse was locked, and without being able to act. So yes, the situation was really not good.
The ghosts never stopped walking in the town, coming to places and not to other, still not going to Gold's shop. None of them wanted to see him, mainly because he chose his mother's side, and was one of the people who enacted this damned curse.
They obviously didn't know what Gold tried to do, nor how much he failed, nor that since six years he was thinking about a way to destroy his mother. Him, he couldn't, he needed someone who would know for the curse but never used magic.
So, his mother wouldn't be suspicious.
It was something that would be long to do, and as Gold was alone, it made it even harder. And don't forget the presence of his family, that didn't help him to want to end this curse.
So, in the world of the living or the dead, things were wrong. These last one didn't change, everything was always the same, with no great difference.
Emma was seeing them, the other, the cursed, live without asking anything about it, and she surprised herself by thinking that maybe she would have wanted to have that, a simple life, and tranquil, without having to ask any question.
It would have been so easier…
The Saviour was walking in town, without looking where she was going, crossing the people without them feeling anything. A bitter smile came on Emma' lips, as she remembered her beginnings as a ghost, when she tried to do everything not to go into people.
Simple reflex, that she gave up not some much time after, seeing it did nothing to them.
Distracted, she finally, without wanting it, entered in Gold's shop. Tempted for a time to go away, she realized something no one thought about before.
The Dark One's shop was as it was before the curse, still having some of the magical objects they could possibly use. That could help them to be visible, or at least, interact with the other. With no remorse, she began to search, being upset as she couldn't take the objects.
"Too bad that Regina or Zelena are not there, she said in a voice that was enough loud to be heard by someone in the back of the shop, I would have wanted to know if one of these things could have helped us."
Think about the brunette made her feel better. When her story with Hook ended, the witch had been there for her, and, little by little, their relationship changed, developed, and let place to something else. Different. Stronger too, and more romantic. They needed time to open their eyes, but now, it was done, and except the fact that everything was wrong, they were happy.
And together.
But it wasn't the moment to think about it, just about the fact that her researches wouldn't help her, without the two women.
She would ask them later to go there, as the young woman didn't know magic enough to be able to see if yes or no there was useful things there. Hearing someone walk, she didn't stop searching, even though it was useless, persuaded that no one would see her.
It was Gold who was now in the back of the shop some seconds before, and who was sure that he heard someone talk. Thinking he had a client, he let his son alone, and entered into the shop.
Without seeing who was there, he said hello to the person that entered, she didn't answer, and he began to search where she was.
What he saw made him speechless. There was someone he didn't recognize and who was looking in his objects, without wanting to buy anything. She didn't pay attention to him, she didn't hear him, and was still searching something.
Trying not to show he was annoyed, that is to say,say to this person that she had nothing to do there, he finally asked :
"Do you need something miss ?"
After some seconds, the unknown person turned back, and there, he recognized her. Or thought he recognized her, not being sure of his own eyes, and he didn't understand what was happening.
Emma Swan was there, in front of him, as if she was alive, but also a little… pale and blue.
And it should never had been the case.
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Emma didn't realize immediately that Gold saw her, she believed a time he was talking to someone else, used to no being seen. Until he talked, with a great surprise in his voice.
"Miss Swan ?"
And at that this precise instant, all that rang in their heads was, this is not possible.
Emma Swan is dead.
That was something the sorcerer never denied, he saw the dead body of the Saviour, he knew it.
So, how could she be there ?
The other one was just as him, not daring to say anything, afraid that this moment vanished, afraid that she would herself vanish. Because it had no sense, it shouldn't have happen.
Gold shouldn't have been able to see her, but then, it was happening.
"You see me ? She finally dared to ask. You can see me ?"
The immortal nodded, still unable to speak.
"But… how ?
- I don't know Miss Swan, I have no idea. You shouldn't be there, you're dead !
- This is not to me that you will say that, said the dead, ironic, being assured again.
- How can you be here ? How can it be possible ? And why ?
- We became ghost Gold, and for the reason, or the way, I don't know."
The wizard though about it for some seconds, frowning, then his look became clearer.
He remembered what he did six years before, and if it didn't make the Underworld be opened (fortunately), it made them come back, them, the dead (some of them), as ghosts. Before judging if it was a good or bad thing, the man thought about the "we" employed by Emma.
"What do you mean by we ? Who else can come back to this world ?
- Me, my parents, Regina and Zelena, Killian. I saw no one else except them.
- Why are you here ? The immortal asked again ?"
Emma looked at him, a sad smile coming on her face.
"You really need to ask me ? That's obvious, no ?
- Tell me.
- I am here because everything is upside down there. I am here because of your mother and her curse. If I came back, as the other, it's because Henry is unhappy, and that I can't do anything."
The young woman was crying now, and facing her distress Gold felt bad. He waited her to calm, before he talked again.
"I am sorry for what happened.
- Oh, really ? I though you would be happy.
- Why ?
- You had what you wanted to have, no ?
- Yes. (That, and more.) But I don't like this situation. Don't think that I did nothing to change things. Emma' look became surprised.
- I didn't know.
- I fought against my mother, without any success. She is too powerful.
- I know what it is, trust me", Emma muttered, a light of regret in the eyes.
There was a silence then, between them, pretty awkward. Then, the ghost crossed her arms.
"So now Gold, what do we do ?"