Good Form - Chapter 5

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Majo's sleep was rudely interrupted as they heard a loud yell and curses. She quickly got up and with a wave of her hand, made her hair look brushed, her face washed, and her clothes uncrumpled.

As they stepped onto the main deck, they saw one of the dwarves living in town stand in front of the ship, which was now visible to the naked eye again–since their little tussle with the Crocodile the invisibility had become redundant.

"What d' y'want?" Majo asked, still tired.

"Snow sent me to tell you that your Captain is in the hospital," he said grumpily.

"What?!" She asked and as the dwarf opened his mouth again, probably to repeat himself. Majo teleported to the hospital in a cloud of blue smoke.

—

"If I were to pick dead guy of the year? I'd pick you," Emma said, leaning over Killian.

"I totally agree."

The two of them turned their heads to look at the angry warlock.

"What the bloody hell were ye thinkin'?!" She yelled, their accent thickening in anger.

"It's not my fault I got hit by a metal chariot," Killian mumbled.

"Aye, it is! I told ye a hundred times not to gang on powerful people by yerself. Now yer hur' again. Hell mend ye!"

Emma looked from Killian to Majo and then quickly left–this was decidedly not her business and not her problem.

Majo sighed and calmed down a bit. "You know I worry about you when you do reckless shite."

Killian smirked. "Aye, I know," he admitted unrepentantly.

—

"What's this?" Killian asked as he had gotten a wobbly blue substance on a plate.

Majo's eyes grew wide. "I've heard of this before. My brother saw this when he visited New York one of his first times. It was too expensive for him to buy but a lot of people liked it back then. In Germany, they call it Food of the gods."

"It's food?" Killian asked.

"Aye, I'm pretty sure it is, you wanna try it?"

"I'm fine."

Majo picked up the plate and inspected the blue substance. They wiggled the plate a bit and watched it slosh back and forth. Then they smelled it. Coming to the conclusion that it was fine, she picked a spoon from a tray that had been brought into the hospital room.

They took a small part of the jello and tried it. Their eyes grew wide and she quickly took another bite.

"I take it you like it."

With a mouth full of Jello, Majo said: "Ah wuv it."

—

Majo was dozing off on the hospital bed as her head shot up. "He's leaving."

Killian didn't budge so Majo shook him awake.

"Bloody hell, what was that for?"

"The Crocodile is leaving."

"How do you know?"

"I put an enchantment on him so we'd know if he gets out of our reach," Majo shrugged.

"Then we have to follow him."

Majo shook their head. "I have to follow him."

"So what, you're allowed to go after him alone and I'm not?"

"I'm not going after him. I'm going with him and besides, I'll still have my magic outside of Storybrooke. He won't. So, I can keep an eye on him."

Killian let out some incoherent grumbles but knew there was no changing his first mate's mind.

—

Majo puffed inside a black car with red leather seats, which ended up almost getting the passengers killed, seeing as even Rumplestiltskin can't always foresee warlocks popping up in his car.

"What are you doing here?" Emma asked, surprised at seeing the warlock appear next to her son.

"Well, I've waited hundreds of years to find the crocodile. I'm not just letting him leave," Majo shrugged and with a flick of their wrist, they turned on the car radio.

—

"You didn't even ask me about my recovery," Killian said as he limped towards the Jolly Roger.

Snow chuckled. "How are you feeling, Hook?"

"Come closer and feel for yourself," Killian smirked but then grunted, as Charming hit him in the broken ribs.

"You wanna lose the other hand? Where's the ship? It's shielded somehow by Majo. Isn't it...Mate?"

"Aye, that it is. Follow me. I don't know what you expect to find. Cora won't be there."

"Well, maybe she left something behind that will tell us where she went. Let's go," Charming said.

Killian hissed in pain as Charming pushed him forward again.

"Why didn't Majo just heal you?" Snow asked him.

The Captain chuckled, "Well, you see, Majo doesn't like me doing reckless things so if I get hurt because of 'my own stupidity' she refuses to help."

—

"Why do I have to take my shoes off?" Majo asked a guy at the airport.

"It's for safety reasons, Ma'am. Now please hurry up so other people won't miss their flights."

Majo grumbled and put her shoes in one of the grey plastic boxes. "I don't like this," she mumbled to Emma. "They seem suspicious."

Emma laughed. "Have you never been on a plane before?"

"I've been in the Enchanted Forest since 1857, there were no passenger planes back then. So no, I've never been on a plane before."

—

Majo had 'bought' something called an MP3 player at the airport. Really, they had just summoned it out of one of the many airport shops but those were unnecessary details. She now held the device out to the saviour's son.

"How does it work?" they asked.

The boy looked up and took the device from the warlock. "Well, you first press the button up here to turn it on." He pressed said button. "And now...there's no music on here yet."

"Well, then put some on there."

The boy sighed, "You need a computer for that."

As Majo only raised an eyebrow, Henry pointed across from them where a man was sitting in a black suit. He was sipping from a paper cup and on his lap was a silver thing with a small 'hp' on it. Maja nodded and waved their hand, making another one of those appear on their lap; then she handed it to de boy.

"So what kind of music do you listen to?"

—

Majo sat relatively alone on the plane ride. Her eyes never left the back of the Dark One's head while they listened to the music that the boy had put on their device. They had requested sea shanties and the boy had delivered.

Her legs were getting numb and the plane food had left a foul aftertaste in their mouth but they didn't dare to move from their spot.

She would not lose the Dark One. Not after so many years.

—

Majo looked in awe at the high buildings but scrunched up their nose at the smell of the cars. "It has changed," she simply said before they made their way to the building Bae was supposed to be in. She didn't know how he would react to seeing her after all these years.

It had been Killian who gave him up to the Lost Boys but Majo was always loyal to their Captain and didn't know how the boy, who had to be a man by now, saw things.

—

"No Baelfire," Henry said, looking at the doorbell labels of the apartment.

"Yeah, that probably wouldn't fly as an alias," Emma then turned to Gold, "Your magic globe didn't give you an apartment number?"

"It doesn't work that way."

"Do any of these names mean anything to you?" Henry asked.

"Well, names are what I traffic in, but sadly, no."

Emma pointed to a nameless tag, "Here's your boy."

The Croc leaned back, hopeless, "Or it could just be vacant."

"You might traffic in names and magic, but I traffic in finding people that don't wanna be found, and those sort of folks don't like to advertise their whereabouts." Emma pressed the bell next to the nameless label. "U.P.S. package for 407."

The line disconnected.

Henry looked at his mom, "Maybe you should've said FedEx."

"I like you, kiddo," Majo laughed but abruptly stopped when they heard a crash and clank in the distance.

Emma walked past the croc, "He's running."

She quickly pushed open the door of the apartment building.

As Majo followed after their archnemesis, she saw a guy climb down the fire ladder.

"That-that favour you owe me- this is it," the Crocodile said. "Get him to talk to me. I-I can't run," he motioned at his disabled leg.

"Watch Henry. I'll be back."

The Crocodile and the warlock both nodded as the blonde took off.

—

Henry looked at the older man. "Don't worry. Emma's really good at catching people."

"Well, my son's been running away for a long time now. I have a feeling he's equally adept at it."

"Well, at least we found him, right?" Henry shrugged, a hotdog in his hands.

The man nodded, "Indeed."

"Oh, and, uh, thanks for the hot dog. I forgot."

"You are quite welcome. And thank you."

"For what?"

"Well, if it wasn't for you bringing Emma to Storybrooke, none of this would have come to pass. You..." he pointed at the boy, "are a remarkable young man."

Henry continued to talk but Majo didn't listen as she saw what most people would see as a black poodle run down the street.

"Excuse me," they told Henry, waved their hand so Gold could only move a few meters and ran after the werewolf.

She finally managed to corner him in an alley and as he growled. Majo carefully stepped forward.

"Shhh, it's okay, let me just..." They waved their hand and in a ring of blue smoke, the werewolf turned into a boy.

The boy gasped, "Thank you." He was panting from the running, "My name's Nick. I'm from the Praetor Lupus," he said and held up a medallion.

"Ahh, I've heard of you. Aren't you supposed to be all calm and in control?"

"Normally yeah," Nick said, getting up from the ground, "I'm looking for a vampire and I think I almost found her but there was this woman. I don't know, the next thing that happens is me running down the streets in wolf form. I was heading to the high-warlock of Brooklyn. Thought he could help."

"Well, I hope you find your fledgling. I have an archnemesis to watch."

Nick nodded, thanked them again and was off into the busy streets of New York.

—

As Majo went back to where they had left the kid with Rumplestiltskin, nobody was there. Cursing, they went into the apartment building–they only place close enough for him to have gone–and saw the crocodile hitting the doorbells with his fist.

"Gold, wait," Emma stepped forward, "What are you doing?"

The door that led to the apartments buzzed and opened with a metallic clank.

"I'm finding my son."

"He's gone," the saviour said.

"But he lives here. He'll be back, and I'll be waiting."

They walked towards the apartment of Baelfire, past ugly green walls.

"Stop," The blonde told him, "You can't just break in."

The man looked around and then to his son's apartment door. "Yeah, well, actually, that's something I'm quite adept at."

"He might not come back."

"Okay. Finding people is what you do, Ms Swan. I'm simply going to assist you. There may be information in here–who he is, what he does, who he loves."

The blonde stepped forward. "No, don't do this. There are things called laws."

"I'll be look-out," Henry said and Majo, once again, had to laugh at the kid's behaviour.

"No, I..." Emma went to grab her son, "You could get arrested."

"Then my son will have to testify against me, and we will be reunited," the Croc told her.

"Your sense of logic is horse shite," Majo mumbled but was not heard as the door clicked open.

—

Many Years Ago

"There is someone in the water!" One of the crew members yelled.

Majo looked into the murky ocean, "It's a boy, a kid!" she called out and Killian threw in a rope.

He pulled the boy up and said, "Good, Lad," as the boy began to cough up water, "Get the sea out of your lungs."

The boy looked up, "Who are you?"

"The name's Hook. Captain Hook. Welcome aboard the Jolly Rodger, my boy."

The boy looked around the ship and then fell unconscious again.

—

Killian walked out of the room where the boy was in "He won't talk to me," he told his lieutenant, "Says a pirate killed his mother. His father is a coward. Sound familiar?"

Majo's eyes grew wide, "You think he's her son?"

"Could be."

Majo looked in the direction of the boy's room, "I'll go talk to him." They walked off.

"You do that. And Majo?"

They turned around again.

"You might want to," he motioned with his hook to his eyes, "he doesn't like magic."

—

Majo walked into the room with a tray of food. They put the food in front of the boy and sat on the opposite bench. Her glamoured eyes watched as he only stared at the food.

"You think you can bribe me to tell you who I am?" he asked.

The warlock waved off, "Nah, you can eat the food without telling me anything. Of course, I'm going to sit here till you do tell me."

"Then you'll have to wait very long," he said, reluctantly grabbing a piece of bread.

Majo shrugged and got out a book from the shelf behind them.

A few hours later, Majo was still reading and the boy was getting bored.

"Fine, my name is Baelfire."

The warlock masked her surprise with a smile. "Welcome aboard, Baelfire. You want to see the ship?"

The boy shook his head, "I'd rather be alone for a while."

Majo nodded and handed him an extra blanket. "If you need anything, walk across the hallway then take a right turn. The door with the cat engraved in it is the lieutenant's cabin. You'll find me there."

The boy nodded and Majo left. As they walked into Killian's room, she saw him sleeping on his desk, a drawing of Milah in front of him.

"Killian?" they asked and the Captain slowly opened his eyes and groaned.

"What took you so long?"

They ignored his question. "You were right. He's her son. Baelfire."

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A/N: I have no idea if jelly would have already been called Götterspeise in Germany during the time period Majo was describing but let's just go with that.