Mary-Margaret, Emma and David had left ten minutes ago leaving Regina and Watcher at the Loft.
Regina was sleeping again and Watcher was watching her...not in a creepy way though, it wasn't meant to be.
She sat on the stairs, staring through the gaps.
"Bye sis" she whispered.
She hiked the bag Mary-Margaret had given her onto her shoulder and trekked quietly across the wood floors, gently shutting the door behind her.
Outside, across the street, she saw Archie.
He looked to be in a hurry as he was running.
He waved to her quickly, smiling.
She feigned a smile of her own and waved back but her mouth returned to its hard line as soon as Archie looked away.
She thought over her plan again;
Firstly, she would head to Rumplestiltskin's shop and leave the letter she'd written. Her apology for wasting his time and for everything that had happened since she'd turned up.
Well, it wasn't really a letter, more like a line or two...and not as much a line as a single word...she couldn't really think of anything that she'd really wanted to say.
She allowed her feet to take her where she intendid to go, ignoring others around her and allowing herself to blend in as not to be seen by anyone else who would know her. Something she'd been taught and had improved over her years...on the job.
She breathed out, annoyed with herself.
She couldn't put her past behind her. She couldn't help but think about it.
It seemed to catch her at every turn. She'd never had a normal life.
Never had a sister, never had a mother, never had a family.
Everything that seemed to become normal to her now was not only problematic but in danger of extinction because of her past.
Okay, over dramatic, but she'd been A Watcher all her life and it wasn't something she could just walk away from.
Greggson was here, after all, to ensure that.
The bell tinged above her as she entered the shop.
She knew Rumplestiltskin would be out talking with David and his wife, so she knew not to be expecting him there.
What she didn't expect was Lacey to be there, sucking down a bottle of Whiskey.
"Sorry. The shop's not open and Mr Gold isn't here" Lacey informed her, not realizing who she was.
'Not really surprising considering she's always two fifths sober in day time hours. She leaves the heavy drinking for the dawn' Watcher thought sarcastically, suppressing an eye roll
"I know he's not. Look, I just came to leave this and the spare key" Watcher told the other woman behind the counter, placing the envelope and the key in front of her.
"Why? What is it?"
"The key and an envelope, please just make sure he gets it"
Lacey gave her a 'Whatever' look and dragged the items off the counter into a hand and proceeded through the curtain to the very back of the shop
'I really don't like this version of Belle. Rude much'
Watcher scowled and slammed the door as she exited, making her way to the graveyard.
She didn't go to the Mausoleum, instead preferring to stand by the grave of someone who was more like a mother and friend than her own.
"Hi. Sorry I've taken so long to get here. I could make up some excuse that I've been busy or I wouldn't know what to say, but we both know it wouldn't be true. I want to say thank you first off. You were good to me when no-one else wanted to be and you gave me somewhere to go and someone to talk to when I needed it. So, thank you. I wish Cora hadn't...I need someone to talk to. I need advice. Anyway, I'm leaving. I've caused too many problems for everyone and I've messed up the time lines. So I just came to say goodbye"
She saw a few little yellow Daisy things a few meters away and picked one, placing it on the grave.
"Bye Johanna"
She made her way out of the Graveyard, being sure to use her 'Ninja' abilities of blending in when she got onto crowded areas again.
Underneath Storybrooke, Tamara, Owen and Hook were wandering along the rails of the towns Diamond Mine.
"It's just ahead"
"Are you sure whoever's in charge of you guys doesn't want you to die in a mine collapse?" Hook asked them both
"Just keep moving" Tamara relied annoyed
"Who is telling you what to do?" He was surprised by his own questions, though he wondered briefly why it hadn't occurred to him before.
"You know what?" Owen threw out "That's none of your concern. It's not ours either"
"Not your concern?" Hook was starting to feel a little nervous...which was foreign to him.
"So you're telling me you don't know who commands you?" he stated almost accusingly.
Tamara sighed loudly and angrily.
"Unlike you, Hook, we believe in something. We have faith in the sacredness of our cause"
"We're here" Owen called.
He stood in front of a row of hanging axes and chose one at random from the wall, admiring the name before he took a firmer grip on it.
"So your sacred cause is pilfering a dwarf's pickaxe?"
As Owen got a feel for the weight of said axe, Tamara answered.
"Regina had this in her pocket when you turned her over to us"
"It's a trigger" Owen went on "And this axe, according to our people, is what activates it"
He handed the axe to Tamara as Hook verified what he had just heard.
"You're going to destroy an entire town and kill everyone in it?"
Owen heaved a moderately sized, flat rock onto the middle of the tracks "Yeah, including your enemy"
"Rumplestiltskin won't be immune to this?" Hook ventured.
"None of your kind will be" Tamara stated as-a-matter-of-factly
She continued "Once this thing gets activated, nothing can shut it off"
"This whole town will revert to the forest it once was" her lover stated
It was at this moment Hook realised what was really going on and that to these two lunatics...he was disposable.
"So tell us, Hook, we're willing to die for our cause, are you willing to die for yours?"
Hook stared at the both of them, feeling a hatred that his nemesis could never rival.
He was prepared to kill Rumplestiltskin then live a life of powerful luxury and never hear the name again.
'Fake it 'till you make it'
"Absolutely" he answered. He would come up with a plan in no time.
The other two gave each other a look and with a light laugh and a shake of her head Tamara placed the black Diamond on the flat surface of the rock.
With all the strength he could muster, Owen swung the axe down and connected loudly with the hard shell of the Trigger.
Now, a Dwarf's axe is specially made to cut through Diamonds, meaning that it's harder than the hardest diamond anywhere in any world.
But this Trigger Diamond reacted. It didn't break.
The three of them stared on with shocked caution as it glowed dark blue, sparkled with magic and floated into the air.
As it reached about waist height, a strong pulse of magic was exerted forcefully from within the Diamond shaking the ground, making them stumble and bringing down clouds of dust around them.
The tunnel was so bright with magic that they had to turn away and shield their eyes.
"Oh!" someone said it and it was the best word to describe the situation.
There was a whooshing sound as the Trigger settled itself into its role, the destroyer of Storybrooke and its people.
The only people in the in the depths of the mine hightailed it out of there as quick as their legs would carry them.
In the centre of town there was a rumbling of sound that shook the Clock Tower and if someone was to look up into its broken face, they would see a blue swirling cloud of magic quickly becoming framed by thick dark green vines.
The ground shook beneath Watchers feet as she stood at the pink line.
She looked back down the road towards the town, a desperate look on her face.
'What should I do? I want to have a real family, but I can't stay'
A Watcher is supposed to know how to get out of every situation the can put themselves into. Right now, she wouldn't know how to get out of her own pants.