This is shorter than normal, but honestly I needed to write (and possibly fangirl over the finale.) The Season Finale was epic and I had more than a little inspiration. Especially with the oddly fitting final moments. (Am I psychic? No otherwise I would have seen this coming and would have planned accordingly.) Warning: This chapter is primarily Jefferson and Grace.

The bus ride was longer than Henry had expected. He had left right after school and still he wasn't there yet. He had received some odd looks when he bought his ticket, but for the most part his escape from Storybrooke had been fairly straightforward.

Regina thought he was going to Granny's with Paige before going to Doctor Hopper's. It wasn't his best plan, simply because it put Paige at even more risk, but at least it was believable. It was something they did fairly often. A little less often since the incident, but still often enough.

Paige's family still hadn't quite forgiven him about the broken arm thing. He wasn't even sure how much they knew about what happened. She had come home from his house with a broken arm. At the very least, he was a bad influence. Mrs. Grace still seemed to like him, but Kyle and Mr. Grace would give him harsh looks.

Paige had forgiven him though and that was what really mattered.

Henry opened his storybook for what had to be the third time in fifteen minutes. He looked out the window again. It was getting closer to his stop, closer to Miss Emma Swan, Savior of Storybrooke and his real Mom.

"That a good book?" A middle aged woman two seats in front of him asked. Henry was starting to get used to this type of behavior. It had to be maternal instinct or something. The woman at the station where he had to change buses walked him all the way to the right bus. Maybe it was the fact he was ten and traveling alone in a big city, but all these women kept trying to instigate conversations with him.

"This is more than just a book." Luckily, it was his stop, so Henry could ignore the woman's pitying look. He didn't need her pity anyway. He was about to find his Mom.

Jefferson didn't like the way the Evil Queen was glaring at his little girl. He should have known something like this would come up eventually. He had overheard his daughter talking to the Mayor's son about the curse and his Grace never knew when to leave things well enough alone. It was like when she was little and just learning to swim. She decided she could jump right into the deepest part of the pond after learning how to blow bubbles.

Jefferson wanted nothing more in the world than to be able to protect his baby girl. He would always be around to catch her. He wasn't about to let anything stand in his way. A part of him made Jefferson wanted to encourage the Operation Cobra as they had called it. It was dangerous, sneaking around the Queen's back, but if Grace remembered it would all be worth it. He didn't want to condemn her to two lives in her head, but he needed her. Jefferson needed to be able to hold her when she was sick, needed to make funny faces at her on the early mornings when all she wanted to do was go back to sleep, needed to be able to cuddle up next to her with a cup of tea and tell her stories about her mother's adventures.

Jefferson wasn't sure Maggie would have approved of how he brought up their little girl. She certainly wouldn't have approved of leaving Grace alone to go back to Wonderland. He suppressed a shudder. Wonderland. The place had both given and cost him his wife. If Alive hadn't kept disappearing to Wonderland, her sister would never have scoured the realms for a way to find her. And yet, Maggie had disappeared there. He shook his head. Maggie had died there. He tried to correct himself, but it did no use. She had been there nine years, nine years as Grace grew up without her mother. When he had finally been trapped there, Jefferson had tried to find her, but there was no sign of her. There was nothing. Not even a body.

But now, there was no dwelling on that. Dwelling on that could drive him madder than he already was. Their little girl was still here. She had no idea who she was. (Grace thought she was her Aunt Alice for goodness sake, Jefferson mused.) But she was here, so close he could watch her everyday.

Jefferson peered through the telescope again. He really didn't appreciate how Grace was tugging on her shoes and going outside. It was getting late. She wasn't even wearing gloves. Without even realizing he was doing it, Jefferson pulled on his boots and tightened his scarf around the scar from where the Queen of Hearts chopped off his head. He grabbed an extra pair of gloves and one of his many hats as he rushed out the door. Grace was going to need it.

"So, Margaret." Jefferson paused, surveying his new client. She seemed to have winced at the use of her name. Interesting. "What sort of trouble did your sister get herself into that you need to find a poor old portal jumper like myself."

Her look was scathing. "Are you going to help me? Or just make jokes?"

Jefferson sobered a little bit and stopped reclining with his feet up on the table. "I need details. Not all the worlds are the same. They operate on different frequencies so to speak. Some have strong powerful magic, at the very center of their core. While others have no magic whatsoever."

"It's got magic," Margaret replied smoothly. She reached down into the small leather bag she carried with her. She pulled out a sketchbook. Margaret opened it carefully caressing one of the pages. "My sister first went there when she was really young, about seven. I was supposed to be watching her. The first time it wasn't so bad. I barely noticed she was gone. It was only a few hours later when she was running around screaming about falling down a rabbit hole. I thought it was just her over active imagination. Alice could never sit still."

"Go on," Jefferson prompted. It was always more interesting dealing with clients instead of mindless searching for treasures in random lands.

"Then she was gone for longer stretches of time, a week and then a month, until finally I hadn't seen my baby sister in a year. We had a funeral. And then Alice comes bounding up the path screaming for Father. She didn't look a day older. "

Margaret paused to collect herself. Jefferson took the opportunity to ask for the sketchbook she continued to caress.

"May I?" He offered his hand out.

"Of Course."

He flipped through the pages. The drawings started off like those of a child's, uneven blobs of color and stick figures. There were scribbles that looked like an attempt at writing. The drawings seemed to mature though, growing more and more detailed. A smoking caterpillar. A white rabbit with a waistcoat and pocket watch. A man sitting cross-legged inside a Genie's bottle.

"Have you tried Agrabah yet?" That was the only place he could think of where a genie could live.

"Just got back. That's how I knew how to find you."

"She kept disappearing."

"She did."

Jefferson sighed. As interesting as this case sounded, he wouldn't be able to take it. "I'm afraid I can't help you."

"What do you mean by that?" Margaret's left hand went almost automatically to twist a strand of hair. Her voice shook just slightly.

Jefferson began to stand. "My hat works very specifically. The number of people that go through are the number of people that come back. I wouldn't be able to bring her-"

Margaret was on her feet now too. "What if she's in trouble? What if she's all alone and scared? What if she needs my help?"

"Margaret-"

"Maggie" She interrupted. "Call me Maggie. Margaret was my mother's name."

"Alright then Maggie," Jefferson elongated her name, almost giving it an extra syllable. "I'm not sure what you want me to do."

Maggie lifted her chin ever so slightly. "You, hatter," she almost sneered his title, "are going to help me get to Wonderland and then, you are going to help me find my sister."

This was it Henry thought as he stood outside Emma Swan's apartment. This was going to be the moment everything changed for the better. He patted the book through the fabric of his backpack, took a deep breath and knocked.

Author's Note: So, that season finale. It was pretty, I mean it was…

Yeah I'm actually pretty speechless (well not exactly speechless, more like wanting to gush about absolutely everything in an extremely rambling fangirl fashion. ESPECIALLY the RUMBELLE WEDDING! I mean the vows. They were so sweet and yet there was still the underlying tension because of what he did.) I'm trying to tone down my excitement because I know my friends for the most part are anywhere from a full season to a few episodes behind. I was extremely happy with the episode, although I may be slightly nervous about the new villain. (Let's face it Elsa is going to be the villain/problem for Season 4. I'm hoping she's just looking for a way back to Anna and Arendelle. I'm more than willing to swap theories or just obsess with anyone over PM.)

I'm nervous because I have already started A Snow Queen arch in this story. Obviously the story was different from the show before but come season 4, the differences will be extreme. I'm going to try to replot a few things so we won't be completely crazy. Edward Kitis and Adam Horowitz teased that they would love to do a Frozen crossover at some point, but from the way they talked, it didn't seem like it was going to be for a while (From the interview, I was actually expecting Merida to show up first.) Either way, we are still doing the Snow Queen Arch even if I might change it slightly to incorporate more Frozen elements.

Thank you for putting up with my rambling and the poll's still up about my updating schedule in China. So, please go vote.

Leanne: Honestly, I completely understand about Neal. I was a bit of a sobbing wreck, especially because it seemed like such an odd idea. I mean, it made sense, A life for a life, but at the same time it almost felt like the writers were just killing him off because of Captain Swan. (Rumple, Belle, Neal, Jefferson, Grace and Henry are my favorite characters. Can you tell?) Once Upon a Time in Wonderland was a spinoff written by the same writers as OUAT. There's even a scene in the first episode with Leroy and Ashley in Storybrooke. I honestly am not that far into it. One of my friends introduced me so she could have someone to obsess with. Jefferson actually isn't in it, but Alice makes reference to him and they obviously had met at some point. OUAT Wonderland won't really feature in the story but I like to have my facts right since the two shows are linked.

Guest: I'm glad you're enjoying it.