6am The day after
Storybrooke General
Belle's POV
They write stories and make movies about us. They write songs about us. I know at least two TV shows inspired by me. Me?
We're toys and action figures. Little kids want to be us.
But of course they know we're not real. We're all..."fairy tales." Right now I wish I was part of one.
Because fairy tale people really can't be hurt by the ones they love. They can't say they love you then go and do evil.
And if it was a fairytale, said person would not be at my door, his life blood spilling all over my porch. My floor. My hand.
And I wouldn't be sitting in this hallway, in a hospital, just being told by the doctor that the man I love may not make it through the day. That he lost so much blood that they don't know who to find to replace it.
And I wouldn't be hit over and over by the two things he said before he went out.
"I love you dearie."
"Stop them. For Gods' sake. Stop...them."
The hell with fairy tales.
6:20am The mansion
Kitchen
Blue's POV
I just spent the last two hours flying over Storybrooke. Nothing. No sign of Nova or shadows.
There are several creatures like the Shadow People. Some in the Enchanted Forest mistake them for wraiths. But wraiths only go for one's soul. If there is a soul to take. Its one of the reason's I stood by Regina. I knew she has a soul.
Shadow People on the other hand just take the body and transfer it to someone else. They cannot stand light, and enough light could eliminate one almost permanently, though they can never really die.
Granny and Ella have be frantically trying to contact Regina or Emma, James or Snow, or even Red. We still could not get through to Boston. And that too was weird. We checked the WCVB feed. At 7pm there was "team coverage" of a dragon attack. By 7:30, some woman just bought a vowel on "Wheel." Like nothing happened.
Mallie disappears. Sidney vanishes. two men are found nearly beaten to death, one being Gold, the other...Gods.
Now this.
I walk into the kitchen, and there's Leroy, hugging on what I would assume was his umteenth cup of coffee. And the combination of tears and no sleep can make one eyes redder than any of the apples on Regina's tree. Those were the eyes that looked up into mine.
"What do ya want, sister..."? It was more murmured than just said.
"Leroy..." I should be angry at the man, but the one thing I have learned is that he would lay down his life for Nova. How could I be angry?
I tried again, this time quieter, as I sat down next to him. "Dreamy..."
I sat. Quietly brooding, as I continued, "I understand. I'm not angry at you...I understand...I really do..."
"Really, sister..?" His fury at me...at who ever took Nova...at the world, was quiet...he trembled as he responded...but full-bodied. "You did everything you could to keep us apart...well, I guess you get your dream now...she's gone..."
I was now pleading...we needed him...I needed him to understand. "Yes I do understand, Dreamy...I know how much you love her. But I love her too! She's my..."
Was I really going to admit this?
"She's my daughter."
This got Leroy's attention. "Daughter?" I nodded a "yes." "Adopted?"
"Let's just say its complicated. But I raised her as my daughter. And I AM sorry for all I've put you through." I then put my hands on his clinched ones, and I looked directly in his eyes, "We gonna find her. WE are going to find her."
And for the first time, maybe ever, he smiled back.
6:35am Boston
The roof of the hotel.
Holly's POV.
God, I overslept. Morning in Boston. Why the hell the sun has to be so bright.
Should have gotten back in. Maddie's probably worried. And me having rooftop feel-up with...that's odd. This blanket wasn't here last night. Mallie...or Maleficent...we were kissing and feeling each other, and we went to sleep.
And something else that strange...for me at least.
I hear murmurs and growling..I looked to my left...She's still here.
That doesn't happen to me often.
I need to get up, and I try to rise, when two strong, pale arms pull me back..
"Hey, hot stuff, where you think you're going?" And with that, Mallie brings me back to the floor of the roof and proceed to pick up where she left of this morning, lips on my lips, tongue on my tongue, fingers on my...ohhh, where did she learn THAT...and how do I get lessons...?
Oh this doesn't happen to me ever.
Then the older blonde strokes my hair and and her blue eyes look into mine. "I think, my dear, I might just be falling for you." Then she savagely kisses me again, and I return the favor.
This never happens to me. Ever.
We were so busy kissing that we didn't notice the three shadows hovering over us until it was, well, too late. When we looked up, it was three familiar figures: Emma, Regina...and my loving niece, gathering enough evidence to blackmail me until I was 84.
"Holls and Mallie, sittin' in a tree..." Maddie had her top teeth on her bottom lip ready to form a word that began with a letter between E and G when a quartet of really intense glares was returned to her, the most intense came from me. Thankfully, Maddie Bailey likes living.
"We thought you'd like some fresh coffee." Emma was incredibly cheerful that morning, Regina incredibly pleasant, and I incredibly wondering what was up. Last night, after all, they made it clear in no uncertain terms the brunette was off limits to anyone not named Emma Swan. It seemed, though, that the coffee that both were offering served a dual purpose. The other was as olive branches.
"We...I guess we came off a little harsh. We just want to apologize for that." No matter what, Regina Mills has one of the sweetest smiles.
"Yeah...we...we just want to say that we like you a lot and we're happy that we got together and...well, everything." Emma Swan was also very sweet.
I smiled back. "Don't worry, maybe I lucked out after all.: I turned and kissed my new pet dragon, who was smiling from ear to ear.
Mallie HAD to chime in: "Well, now that you have a girlfriend, maybe I won't have to hear (insert dramatic overacting here) 'ohh, woe is me...I'll die alone! Wah. Wah. Wah."
Regina's phone rang, but we didn't hear it, or Regina's answering. I just continued to deal with my niece's picking. "Look, we just had a nice time, and already you have us renting the U-Haul."
Mallie and Emma were snickering in the background, whilst I was contemplating Roasted Chicken I heard: "Shit." Regina. The phone call didn't sound to good. What came out of her mouth when she rejoined us wasn't any better.
"That was Granny. We gotta get back. All hell's broken loose in Storybrooke."
The adventure was over. Or so I thought...
TBC
A/N: This was transitional, I know. We're definitely moving the action back to Maine in the next chapter. But don't think you have seen the last of our Boston Pair.
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PS: I am working on a conclusion the the Righteous Flock story, just so you know