Race Through Time:
A Sparkle At Midnight
The night sky was covering the town of Storybrooke like a blanket of darkness and stars at 9:30pm.
"So we all know the booby trap?" Fidget asked through his phone as he stood on the main deck of the JOLLY ROGER. "I stand here in the open looking like an idiot, and when the 'thing' comes…"
"Emma and I jump out of our hiding spots and bring this thing down if it starts aggressing you," Killian said as he hid behind his slightly open cabin's door, allowing him to have both a good hiding spot and a good visual of the main deck. Emma, meanwhile, was hiding behind a stack of barrels placed on the other side of the ship. She nodded in silent agreement.
"And if the thing manages to escape…" Fidget started saying.
"Mr. Gold and I got it covered," David said. He and the ex-Dark One were place in two different parts of the port where the JOLLY ROGER was located. David was placed in his car, keeping an eye on things with his binoculars. He briefly spotted Mr. Gold up ahead. The latter was sitting on a bench and pretending to read a newspaper despite the dark while he was actually hiding his gun.
"And if plan B doesn't work?" Fidget pressured on.
"We got at least twelve hounds spread throughout the town," Marion said while she was perched on top of the Storybrooke clocktower, with her crossbow ready, while Anubis observed the streets from inside the clocktower with binoculars. "If the thing manages to escape from the docks, the closest hounds will start chasing it."
"Okay then!" Fidget clapped his hands together. "Let's get started with the most boring part: we wait."
They then proceeded in waiting, but the more they waited, the more nothing else came. Fidget stood on the main deck, looking at the sky in the hopes of seeing something. At 10pm, he began using his claws to carve doodles on the mast.
"Careful, Fitzgerald," Killian said. "That mast is made of very rare wood."
"Like I care," Fidget replied stiffly.
At 11pm, he proceeded in playing a game of Tetris on his phone until he was almost out of battery.
"Any signs so far?" Marion asked in a tired voice.
"None," Emma yawned through her phone. "Sorry."
"It's OK. I do feel like going to bed right now."
Time flew until it was nearly midnight and there was still no sign of the thing. Fidget facepalmed himself in frustration at the thought of his plan possibly failing. "What made me come up with a plan like this?" He walked around the main deck, clomping his peg led on the wooden floor. Finally, when the clock stroke twelve, his frustration increased.
"That's it! I give up!" he shouted at the sky. Just as he said that, he saw a dark shape heading straight towards him. Seeing how fast it was approaching him, Fidget jumped out of the way, slightly getting hit by the energy waves that the thing's trajectory emitted. It caused him to fall on the deck, for the cabin door to shut completely on Killian, unabling to open it, and for Emma to get squished by the barrels. Fidget struggled to get up, which was one of the disadvantages of walking on a peg leg. His chest slightly hurt and when he looked down, he saw that the energy waves caused by the thing created a big slash on his shirt, revealing his bare, dark muscular torso. Knowing that the thing that just attacked him was far more important than his ruined clothing, Fidget prepared himself to face his adversary. He began grabbing the handle of his sword…
"Put that sword down, Fitzgerald."
The Batrishan froze at the sound of the voice, which sounded very familiar…as if he new the voice's owner from back in the Enchanted Forest. Then, out of nowhere, a young woman appeared before him. At first, with the outfit she was wearing, he could have mistaken her for one of those models in a VOGUE magazine, but he just had to see her violet skin, her purple-pink-and-black hair, her cold blue eyes with purple irises, and the eight-pointed star motif all over her, to recognize her.
"Midnight Sparkle?" he gasped. "You…you escaped from Pandora's Box?"
"Where else?" Midnight Sparkle asked as she began to walk towards Fidget, her hips swaying in the process. Fidget instantly held out his sword, but she managed to kick it halfway across the deck until it landed on the cabin's door and Killian nearly felt the tip of the blade on the other side. "Quite a noisy place to be it was. I've almost forgotten what it was like to be just two individuals, alone in the dark, so close to one another…" She had walked so close to the Batrishan that he tried to backup, which only led him to the mast. Fidget was now cornered, with his back and wings glued to the mast and Midnight now hardly an inch away from him.
"I told you back then that I wasn't interested," he tried to answer flatly. "My affections belong to someone else!"
"Your human princess has been dead for centuries, Fitzgerald," Midnight kept saying, her voice getting creepily seductive and her hand placing itself on his bare chest before her fingers began to walk upwards until they reached his cheek. "But I'm alive. Finish that seduction you made to me all these decades ago. You and I will be together…forever."
"I did it because there was no other way for me to put you in that box! And don't even think that you can replace Isabella!"
"Perhaps. But this can replace all the physical emotions she ever gave you." Her dark lips then crushed onto Fidget's while he struggled to get them off his as she kept inserting through his mouth.
"Get-mmph! Off-mmph! Me-mmph!" He tried to scream but got interrupted by her lustful kisses. "K-mmph! KILLIAN!"
The cabin door burst door open and Killian dashed out of the deck, his sword aiming for Midnight as she pulled away in surprise from a now-traumatized looking Fidget.
"BACK AWAY FROM MY FRIEND!" the pirate shouted.