Road Trip: Storybrooke

By Michael Weyer

I know, another delay but worked out to add something extra to things. All comments welcomed.

The three captives simply stared at Agatha in varying degrees of confusion. "So..." Mal finally began. "You've been manipulating this entire town for...what? Giggles?"

Agatha let out a giggle of her own. "Well, I won't deny it's been fun. But no, there is a purpose, my dears, one I needed to adjust to."

"Which is?"

Agatha snorted. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you mistake me for this moron?" She waved at an annoyed Amora. "Sorry, girls, I'm not quite ready to go bragging on my plans and let you find a way to foul them up. The presence of these newcomers is already throwing a few things off. Then again, it's not like I haven't had my issues trying to keep this town on track. Honestly, it's like things go off the rails at least four times a year."

" And I guess I was the biggest spanner in the works," Amora intoned.

She was more than slightly put out at Agatha letting out a laugh of true amusement. " Spanner? Honey, you were barely a cog in a wheel. Honestly, you have barely an ounce of sense in that two-ton head of air. I've met a lot of ladies full of themselves before but you, my dear, make it into an art form."

"What is happening?" Evie whispered as Mal just made a baffled shrug.

Agatha looked back at them. "Now, Amora here still has a purpose and a house party to get to. You two, on the other hand..." She paused, looking them over. "Huh...well, there is some potential to work on there. I might have a use for you. Or at least, parts of you. So, for now, just put you in storage until we're ready." She waved a hand and in a puff of blackish smoke, Mal and Evie vanished.

Agatha looked back to Amora with that cocky grin in place. "Now then, 'Madam Mayor'...oh and you're welcome for helping you win that election...let's chat."

Mal gasped as she and Evie found the teleportation spell fading around them. They quickly realized they were inside a cell, a barred window several feet above them and a heavy wooden door before them. Even though she knew it was futile, Mal tried the door to find it was locked. "Dammit." She took a breath, trying to bring herself to transform into her dragon form.

Evie saw Mal shaking and sighed. "Let me guess. Something's keeping your powers suppressed?"

"Yep," Mal confirmed as she stepped away from the door. "Okay, so we're stuck here while crazy black cat lady has the goddess captured. Any ideas?"

"Hello."

It took a moment for the pair to realize they weren't alone. Sitting on one of the benches in the room were two girls about their age. One was a bright and perky blonde with a friendly smile on her face, clad in a pink sweater and matching skirt.

Her companion was who drew their attention. She was clad entirely in a black dress marked with white dots, collars and cuffs. The color matched her jet-black hair which had pigtails on either side of her face. Said face was pretty in its own way if not for the fact it was also utterly impassive with a mouth that clearly had not been used for smiling in a while, if ever and quite pale skin.

The latter woman looked Mal and Evie over like one might a bug on a dissection table before speaking in a flat tone. "Inquisitors or fellow prisoners?"

"Who the hell are you?" Mal demanded.

"I shall accept that as the latter even if it sounds the former," the woman replied. "A shame. A torture session sounded the best way to break the boredom I am feeling."

The blonde stepped forward, smiling as she extended a hand. "Hi, I'm Enid Sinclair. This is my friend, Wednesday Addams."

"You know I don't identify as that," Wednesday said.

"Your name?"

"Friend."

Mal looked the two over. "So lemme guess, turned to dust and then reformed on this world?"

Enid nodded. "Yep. It was…pretty freaky." She looked to Wednesday.

"I was taken into the dark oblivion and soon entered the cold, unwavering embrace of death. It wasn't as comforting as I thought it would be."

Mal brushed it off. "Okay, so you two got dusted, landed in this world, then what?"

"Welp didn't take long for us to figure out it's some weird magical town," Enid said, sounding rather blasé about it.

"And you just accept that?" Evie pressed.

"Oh, I'm a werewolf." Mal and Evie simply nodded as if that was everyday conversation. "So anyway, we started poking around only to find ourselves running into this Armora and the next thing we know, we're stuck in here."

"A temporary situation," Wednesday stated.

"Wednesday, we've been here three days!"

"Please, I've gone longer than that in a coffin."

Evie looked them over. "How come she didn't try that odd mind whammy thing on you?"

"It was attempted," Wednesday confirmed. "However, it is not the first time I've been subjected to some mental manipulation. I was able to fight it off, causing her to look rather put out, a sight I savored. Thus, imprisoning us was her fallback plan."

Mal brushed back her hair. "Well, if it helps, the bitch just got played by this Agatha lady. She's captured, which means the chances of us getting out of here are lower."

Enid smiled. "Oh, we may have a better chance then!"

"Forgive her," Wednesday stated. "Her perkiness has no off switch, which is normally annoying and only enhanced in our captivity."

Evie pounded on the door. "I still want to track that Amora down. Make her hurt for what she's been doing. We should flog her. Flogging can hurt, right?"

"Days, if done correctly," Wednesday confirmed.

Mal peered at her. "You seem to have a violent streak."

"I prefer to think of it as a successful lifestyle."

"Yeah, you don't want to mess with her," Enid said. "Some jocks at her old school stuffed her brother into a locker so she dumped a batch of piranha into their pool."

Mal and Evie gaped at Wednesday. "You...put live piranha...into a swimming pool?!" Mal gasped.

Wednesday shrugged. "Putting in dead ones would have defeated the purpose."

Mal and Evie exchanged side-eye glances that shared the thought "This chick is nuts." Evidentially, Wednesday was used to this reaction as she spoke up. "I'm not crazy, I have been tested for that."

Mal rubbed her face. "All right, so, we've got Amora who we thought was the big bad but now turns out it's this Agatha lady we gotta worry about. And somehow that pack of other-dimensional gals work into this."

"More visitors?" Wednesday pressed. "An intriguing development on top of how some people from this town seem to match classic fairy tale characters."

Evie raised an eyebrow. "You read fairy tales?"

"Of course. The original Brothers Grimm stories were filled with darkness, blood, death and brutality. My mother made sure they were required bedtime stories."

It struck Mal that in the ten minutes they'd been talking, the girl hadn't blinked once, just adding to how foreboding this was. "Look, a lot to unpack here but first things first. How are we getting out of here?"

"That's in the works," Wednesday stated.

"Really?" Mal dubiously replied. "How?"

The hint of a smirk tugged at Wednesday's lips. "You might say I have...a helping hand."

Agatha was whistling to herself as Amora glared at her. The pair were in the office as Agatha looked over the shelf of items Amora had put in including a large portrait of herself. "Honestly, you're how old and you're acting like a prom queen? And you wonder why no one takes you seriously."

Amora tried to fight back against the magical restraints around her, still unable to accept this was happening. "What do you want?" she hissed.

"Want? Oh, I want so many things." Agatha said as she paced around the room, brushing back her lush mane of hair. Her clothing had changed, now looking like a classic shawl design almost like a cloak around her. "I had thought my destiny lay on your Earth to be honest. To mold a promising lady into the avatar I wanted as the Scarlet Witch."

Her face turned into a scowl. "Then...something changed. I couldn't tell who or what did it, but things took a lot of turns that shouldn't have happened. Her path went in a new direction, one that wouldn't work for my plans. So, I focused here and..." She stopped and chuckled. "Whoops, there I go again. I really promised myself to cut down on the monologuing, that's gotten me in trouble in the past."

She turned back to Amora, smirking as she held up the crystal. "But for now, we should be concentrating on brass tacks. As in how many it will take to get you to scream."

Amora glared at her. "When I get out of this, your pain is going to be beyond anything you can imagine."

Agatha's smirk returned. "Oh, you'd be very, very surprised at my imagination, my dear."

Unseen by either woman, a shape flowed over the desk. It paused before a case, making sure it was unseen by both. The shape moved carefully as Agatha kept talking, rummaging through a drawer to find the object it was searching for. It pulled it out carefully, with a skill showing it was obviously experienced at this. With one final assurance neither was looking in its direction, the shape skittered across the table and the floor to make it way down the stairs.

"So let me get this straight," Enid said. She pointed to Evie. "Your mom was the Evil Queen from Snow White." She pointed to Mal. "Your mom was Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty. You grew up on some island of fairy tale villains and got sent as spies to a fancy boarding school of princes and princesses only to turn on your parents?"

"That's the gist," Mal confirmed, leaning on a wall. "Of course, leaving out a few wilder bits but that's about it."

Wednesday pursed her lips. "Intriguing. Tell me, does your mother truly torture people to get her own way?"

"She'd torture someone for a cup of coffee."

"Hmm...I need you to make an introduction."

Before Mal could retort there was a scratching sound by the door. The girls were all alert as the knob twisted and then turned. Mal moved to grab it and pulled, letting the door open. Attached to the other knob was what appeared to be a severed and scarred hand. It let go of the knob, landing on its fingers easily.

"Excellent work, Thing," Wednesday stated as she got to her feet.

"What the hell is that?!" Mal demanded, pointing at the hand.

"This is Thing," Wednesday answered. "Thing, say hello." The hand tapped its fingers and raised a thumb in what appeared to be a greeting.

Evie looked it over dubiously. "Um...where's the rest of him?"

"A mystery I believe shall never be fully resolved." Wednesday mused. " Well, ladies, it appears we have our opportunity. Shall we take it?"

Mal, Evie and Enid shared looks before nodding to fall in behind the black-garbed girl while Thing skittered on his fingers behind them.

"Sure this is the right place?" Kenzi asked as the group headed up the stairs toward the large manor before them.

"Biggest house in town," Bo noted. She looked a bit better after a shower although she was still clad in her same outfit. Kenzi had decided to take up an offer for a new pair of dark sacks and a nice vest over her darker shirt. Behind them, Wynonna was still in jeans and jacket although she'd agreed to wear a new blouse. Nicole had swapped her police uniform for a rather nice dress to show herself off with Waverly in her own pair of jeans and sweatshirt.

"Huh," Yelena mused. She had finally decided to go for a pair of simpler jeans and a blouse but to the surprise of no one, had managed to snag her jacket from the police station to wear (They silently agreed it was better not to ask how). Kate was in a pretty stylish pair of darker pants and vest with Yelena having made sure she wasn't wearing her costume underneath it. America was wearing her same jeans and the jacket she just refused to let go of. "Someone has a lot of money."

"Do they?" Kate asked. "Sorry, grow up how I did, sometimes tricky to judge what other folks think is nice."

"A lot better than the old crap shack back home," Kenzi noted. Her eyes went wide. "Oh, shit, Bo, I just realized, they may have finally torn it down with us gone so long!"

Bo snorted. "How would we even notice?" Kenzi paused and then nodded to accept the point.

Wynonna rang the doorbell, tapping her boot impatiently with her arms crossed. "If it's opened by some freaky butler, I'm running now."

It took a moment before the door was opened and decidedly not by a butler. Instead, it was Regina, clad in a very stylish dark dress with a tight necklace collar, somehow looking downright regal. "Come in," she waved. "Amora is running a bit late, but she won't mind we start with drinks first."

"Nice outfit," Wynonna noted. "Did Lady Gaga not need her necklace tonight?"

Regina glared at her. "It's a choker."

"Makes sense. First thing I thought of when I saw you was 'choke her.'"

Regina shook her head as she led them in. "Drinks?"

Wynonna didn't need to hear more, making a beeline right for the dining room. Regina was a bit put out but followed. The large table was already set up for a meal with a wheeled cart nearby lined with various bottles. Lounging in one chair was an attractive woman with curly red hair, clad in a stunning green dress. She raised an eyebrow at Wynonna pouring herself some vodka. "New guests, Regina?"

"Ladies, this is my sister, Zelena," Regina introduced with a wave of her hand. "She decided to drop in for one of her annoying visits."

"Howdy," Kenzi remarked as she joined Wynonna in getting the vodka out. Bo and Yelena were both sizing up Zelena, albeit for different reasons, the former in desire and the latter in danger. The women began taking spots around the table as Regina moved to its head. "The chef should be ready soon."

"Is this gonna be serious fine dining?" Kenzi asked as she moved into a chair. "Cause I'm not really a lobster gal."

"We'll have some nice options," Regina calmly said. She sat down, pouring herself some wine. "Well...I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot..."

"As in the one I kicked you with?" Yelena remarked.

"Yes, that," Regina flatly stated. "Now, there was a time when such actions would have had you all locked up for quite a while..."

Zelena snorted. "What time was that, 8:30 this morning?"

Regina rolled her eyes before continuing. "But Amora wants to make nice for some reason. So, let's just settle in. I can be a forgiving sort."

Zelena stared at her. "Really?"

"I haven't killed you yet, have I?"

"I just love you using the word 'yet' there."

America looked at the tray of drinks. "Got any root beer?"

"Please don't insult me."

"It just comes naturally," Wynonna said.

Bo sipped at her drink as she regarded Zelena. "So, what exactly do you bring to this town?"

"Class, intelligence, a regal bearing..."

Regina snorted. "Please, I was meant for royalty, Zelena. You lucked into it."

"Shall we discuss the roads most bloody we have trodden, Regina?"

"Hoo boy," Waverly muttered. "We're in for a tough dinner, aren't we?"

"Yet somehow not the most disturbing dinner I have ever attended," Kenzi noted as Bo nodded in agreement. The thief leaned in to whisper to her friend. "I swear, I get the slightest scent this is gonna turn into a Sweeney Todd scenario, I'm walking."

"Right behind you," Bo assured her.

"You realize we can hear every word you're saying, right?" Wynonna spoke.

The two Toronto natives blanched. "Dammit, we used to be so much better at this," Bo muttered.

"Maybe we're losing our touch. Well, you still have yours to get ladies into bed."

"Still hearing you."

Regina focused on Bo. "So…you are obviously not fully human."

"I prefer to think of myself more human than fae," Bo replied in a careful voice. She smiled. "Course, if you want to know more…"

"Pass," Regina said in a flat voice.

"Sure? You strike me as someone who's experimented now and then…"

"I will seal your mouth shut in a minute."

Kenzi chuckled. "Like that will stop her."

Wynonna sat back, focusing her gaze on Regina. "Let's put our cards on the table..."

"Wynonna, you suck at poker."

"Shut up, Waverly. Anyhoo, we all know there's something weird about this town. Not sure what just let but we know it. Now, willing to let it slide because we want to get back to our own homes, but I'd like to know if there's some chance of getting skinned alive as long as we're here."

"No, it's Sunday," Zelena retorted. "That's usually burning to death."

"Not a comfort zone you think it is," Waverly noted.

Regina fixed her with a typical icy glare. "You are guests here for now. So you will conform here as best you can...or we'll make sure you do."

Kate nodded. "Yep, that's a threat, I know that much."

Yelena was calmly cutting up an orange with a careful air, knowing the stares she was getting in the way she was doing it. "I really don't care about any of your secrets..."

"Which is odd, seeing as how you're a spy," Kate observed.

"Will you stop telling people that?"

"You announce it yourself! Which, by the way, makes for a pretty crappy spy!"

"Or to prove how good of one I am."

There was the sound of the door opening and, in a few moments, Emma stepped into the room, still clad in her red jacket and jeans. "Ladies," she said in a careful tone, still looking at them warily.

"Miss Swan," Regina said in a cool voice. "I wasn't sure you'd be accepting this invitation."

"Well, a night out sounded good as Killian is busy making sure Blackbeard and the rest keep quiet." The sheriff sat in an empty seat as she glanced around. "No Amora?"

"Not yet," Regina said. "Odd, she's usually more punctual than this."

"In contrast to Bo here, who look more punchable to me," Wynonna said.

Bo and Kenzi glared at her. "Hey, we just shared some good drinks, that should ease some of the tension!" Kenzi snapped.

"Vodka is not always the answer!"

Waverly leaned over to put a hand to her sister's forehead. "You ok?" Wynonna smacked the hand away.

America leaned back in her own seat. "I am kinda curious about this town. There's something there keeping me from using my powers to leave."

"You can always just leave the town line," Zelena noted

Emma glared at her. "You know half the time that ends in disaster and the folks who do it regret it."

"Your point?"

Emma rubbed her temples, once more wondering how it was she was on speaking terms with two semi-reforming women who each had a sizeable body count behind them. "Listen, I get it. You have your secrets, we have ours. And I know full well keeping secrets comes to bite you badly down the line."

"Sometimes literally," Regina added.

"But one thing you can trust me on? We don't want more chaos in this town so the sooner we get you all out of here, the better."

"Finally, we agree on something," Nicole intoned.

"And you sure as hell don't want to piss her off." Emma nodded to Regina. "This lady...has done some very, very nasty things."

Regina's smile was a cool one. "Ms. Swan, I believe your high horse threw its shoe around the time when you became the Dark One."

"Dark One?" Kate's worries about this situation were deepening.

"Oh, it's not that big a deal," Zelena remarked. " For something called the Dark One, there's been enough to field a ball team."

Regina sipped her wine again. "I am certain we can figure this out in a calm manner before things escalate even more."

A ringing sound echoed from Emma's jacket, and she removed her cell phone to answer it. "Hello? Oh, hi, David what..." She paused and frowned. "Wait...what? Um...okay, just...be there soon."

She hung up, swallowing as she looked at Regina. "We have an...issue."

"What kind?"

"Apparently, someone saw a severed hand holding a sword scurrying past Granny's."

Regina's reaction was a simple nod. "Ah. It really is Sunday then."

The baffled looks of the other women did little to spoil Regina's mood.

"Low profile," Enid hissed to the other three girls. "Does no one else get the idea of low profile?"

"I find it an overrated concept," Wednesday intoned. "Getting loud gets the message across much better. Particularly when it involves the thick-headed."

The woman was surprisingly calm, considering she was walking away from a shop that was half on fire and various forms of smoke pouring from the windows. Mal and Evie were following the pair, both brushing at their clothes. Thing tagged along, having dropped his (at least Mal and Evie assumed he was male) sword behind.

"I can't believe you did that!" Mal barked. "You just...threw a bomb!"

"And how do you know how to make an explosive out of just a few random bottles?" Evie added.

Wednesday looked at them in mild surprise. "You don't?"

Evie brushed some ash off her outfit, wincing at the marks on it. "It was tricky enough just getting past the wards there. Not to mention whatever else that Gold guy left behind."

"Indeed," Wednesday mused. "The inventiveness of the booby traps was quite impressive." She looked to Enid. "You took notes as I asked?" The blonde held up a small pad in answer. "Excellent. I can use those for our dorm room."

"To keep out other people, right?" As Wednesday walked on, Enid narrowed her eyes. "Right?" Wednesday's non-answer was answer enough.

Mal shook her head. "I'm not arguing your motives, just your method! There are a few steps between picking a lock and blowing it up!"

"Time, like many things relative, can be an incredible annoyance that holds back success."

"You're not close with your mom, are you?"

"On the contrary, my mother and I are quite close." Wednesday was balancing a sword on her shoulders she had taken from the shop. "She said the moment she realized she didn't want to smother me in my crib was when she realized she loved me."

"You know how to use that?" Evie nodded at the sword.

"My mother taught me as soon as I could crawl."

"It's so troubling you sound like you have a much healthier relationship than me and my mom."

Enid was glancing back at the burning shop. "Ah, should we not start running? I know things may be odd in this town but pretty sure arson is a crime anywhere."

"A tried statute," Wednesday intoned. "I keep writing to my local officials to have it overturned."

"It might help if you didn't keep putting sarin into letters," Enid pointed out with Wednesday merely shrugging.

Evie looked at the piles of bottles and vials in her hands. "Well, guess we got what we needed, now just need a place to mix it up."

"You sure you can handle that?" Enid asked.

Mal smirked. "Whatever else about our moms, when it comes to whipping together some magic potions, they were top notch teachers."

"I recommend a place where we can work in secrecy," Wednesday stated. "It hopefully will not take long to handle this."

"Relax, done this before," Evie intoned. "Oddly works faster on smarter minds."

"That's a good thing about stupidity, it's rather evenhanded."

For once, Mal and Evie had to agree with Wednesday's assessment.

While Bo and Kenzi were more interested in just enjoying the drinks, Wynonna and Yelena were more than alert to the tension between Emma and Regina whispering in the corner.

"They've got the fire under control but looks like someone robbed the shop," Emma intoned.

Regina pursed her lips. "Damn. Robbing Rumple's store? How'd they even get past the wards?"

"If that Mal girl is with them, she has some powers, right?"

"True," Regina mused. "Well, we'll make sure to get an eye on them. The sooner we shut down some magic misuse, the better."

Yelena was studying the pair carefully with Kate leaning in. "So, you get anything?"

"What makes you think I can read lips?"

"Because you're you."

Yelena accepted that. "Something about a break-in and...magic."

"Well, we knew that was coming," Kate noted. "So, magic, cool."

"What's the haps?" Kenzi said as she sat next to them.

Yelena glared at her. "Nothing to concern you."

"Hey, we're all stuck here together." Kenzi glanced at the pair in the corner before softly speaking in Russian. "And I've picked up a little lip reading over the years too. So I know those two are talking about some chaos."

Yelena raised her eyebrows. "You read lips?" she replied also in Russian.

"Yep. Comes in handy with the con games. Bo, of course, can do lip-reading in another way..."

"So what do we do?" The pair glanced in surprise at Kate also speaking Russian. The teenager shrugged. "Did a year in private school, needed a language course."

"Let it play out," Yelena intoned. "Then we can decide what moves to make."

"Yo, KGB reject convention," Wynonna snapped. "Can we switch this to English?"

"Sorry," Kenzi said, swapping to English. "Just know that the rich gal and sheriff are talking weird shit."

"And you'd know it, being a career criminal."

"I am not a career criminal! It's more a part-time thing."

The front door opened and in a few moments, a handsome man with liner by his eyes, black hair, a dark beard and a strange nautical style outfit marched in. He was notable for how his left hand ended in a silver hook. "Emma, luv, we may have a slight issue," he announced in a deep English accent.

"Killan, what are you doing here?" Emma asked with a frown.

Bo and Kenzi both started as they saw the guy. "Whoa," Kenzi noted. "Did we just meet Vex's long-lost brother?"

The man glanced at the table before dropping his voice to speak to Emma. "So been talking to Blackbeard…"

"Oh, God, how many people did you kill!"

"No one!" Off her look, he blanched. "Right, may have maimed one but they're very much alive!" He waved the hook. " That's not the point. I was asking how he got here between the barriers between worlds. He said somehow it was as if they faded at the right time for him to come through. And he somehow just felt it was time to go there."

Emma frowned "So someone set him up to come here now?"

"Right. Suffice to say, he doesn't like being played like this."

"For once, I can relate to him," Emma noted.

"Ya know, I'm kind of used to being ignored at high society shindigs," Kenzi announced. "But still think it falling on the rude side." She let out a burp as she put her glass down.

"Gal's got a point," Wynonna said through a mouthful of chicken.

Bo sipped her drink as she chewed over her meal. "Still feeling a need to get my...special diet under control." She looked at Regina and smirked. "She's a bit spicy but..."

"Whoa, Bo-bo," Kenzi cautioned. "Going after that lady looks like a three-course meal in bad ideas."

"When has that ever stopped us?"

Regina stroked at her chin. "So someone wanted Blackbeard here just around the time of other visitors. Now the question to who's playing some game now..."

There was a loud banging sound from the hallway and in moments, Mal, Evie and two strange girls rushed in. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!" Enid called out. She saw the looks of confusion and shrugged. "Sorry, two TV/movie lines I've always wanted to say and that's one of them."

"What's the other?" Evie asked.

"It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and we're wearing sunglasses." She saw the stares and shrugged again. "That one's a little harder to work into a conversation."

"Evie? Mal?" Regina frowned deeply. "What are you doing here?"

"Long story but quick Netflix recap is Amora's a bad guy taking over the town but Agatha is an even worse lady and we're here to save the day."

"Feel free to applaud later," Mal added to Evie's declaration.

"Amora?" Emma shook her head. "No way, she's just a simple mayor."

"Yeah, we just met her but doesn't seem that awful," Bo said as the others nodded in agreement.

"Ugh, brains washed, rinsed and dry-cleaned," Evie groaned.

Wednesday was looking around the table with interest. "A fascinating tableau. I am intrigued in how you all got here but time is pressing."

"Okay, settle down," Emma said, a hand to her holster. "We are going to go to the station and talk this over."

Wednesday looked at the belt, then back up to Emma. "I dislike guns. They're so impersonal. Plus, they kill too quickly." She hefted the sword on her shoulders. "I prefer taking my time."

Yelena was instantly alert, sliding a knife into her hands. Kate saw the move and stiffened, knowing things were about to escalate. Even with a couple of drinks in her, Wynonna was just as alert to how things were getting worse.

Regina rose up, glaring at Wednesday. "I don't know who you are or what you want here but this is my home and I don't appreciate intruders."

"You barely appreciate people invited here," Zelena noted.

Wednesday looked Regina over carefully. "From what I understand, you have killed a great many people while imposing control and a ruthless persona. When this is over, we must have lunch together."

Regina waved her hand and from nowhere, a sword appeared in it. Wednesday merely raised an eyebrow. "Ah, a fellow poet of violence." She gave her sword a twirl. "Let us trade verses."

Mal looked to Enid. "She always make murder sound like a song?"

"She literally sings for it."

"She'd fit right in with our town."

"Yeah, you notice we don't feel the need to break into random songs in this world?" Mal had to agree with Evie's observation.

Regina moved in, her sword flashing in the air before Wednesday blocked it. The two were soon dueling about the table, their blades clashing as they circled about.

"What is happening?" Nicole asked in disbelief.

"Is this a weird floor show?" Waverly added.

Emma was moving to get her gun out only for Yelena to throw out her knife, knocking it out of her hand. Kate rolled her eyes at her friend's antics, muttering "always had to show off..."

Regina ducked another swing from Wednesday and looked to where Zelena sat at the table, nonchalantly sipping her wine while watching the duel. "You can help, you know!"

"I could." Zelena raised a fist. "Go Regina. Rah." Regina glared before trying another strike at Wednesday.

Waverly looked to her sister. "Should we do something?"

"Maybe just wait it out?" She saw Mal rummaging through her pockets for a vial. "Or maybe we work it out now." She moved to race at Mal, who had to duck back.

Bo was moving as well to grab at Evie, unleashing her special touch. The girl had that goofy smile on her face as Bo reached toward Mal. Before she could, Enid stepped forward, lunging with a hand whose nails had grown into four-inch-long nails. Bo gasped as she fell back with Enid moving into a fighting stance and Bo could see her teeth had grown sharp as well.

"Oh, for the love of Lon Chaney," Kenzi groaned. "Even here, we can't get away from wolves!"

Evie broke away as she and Mal began reaching for the vial that fell on the floor and rolled off. They scurried under the table, searching for it only for Mal to literally bump into America, who'd ducked under it herself. America grabbed the vial with Mal trying to grab it back. "Let it go!" the purple-haired girl snarled.

"I don't know what it is but anything magic can't be good, I've seen that!"

The two were soon shoving and grabbing at the potion as Waverly yelled before kicking at them. Meanwhile, Killian was moving to aid Emma against Yelena, wincing as Kate punched at him to defend her partner as Zelena looked at her chicken. "Huh...Undercooked." She held up a hand to ignite a small fireball and let it simmer the piece before chewing it. "Much better."

The table was upended as Mal and America rose up, fighting for the vial. Regina snarled as she saw the plates and glasses sent flying around. "That was six hundred dollars of china you just ruined!"

"I'll get it replaced!" Kate replied as she grabbed at Emma's arm. "And by the way, whoever sold it to you was ripping you off, that was a clear knock-off!"

Regina's eyes flared. "Oh, someone to add to the fireball list."

"Can we put a mortarium on murder threats now?" Emma demanded as she shoved Kate back. Killian had pulled out his own sword with Yelena ducking but he kept at her with some skillful moves.

Mal and America fell onto one half of the remaining table with the vial falling from their hands. It rolled before Thing, who managed to grab it with two fingers while the others acted as "legs" for him. He quickly sent it toward Evie who nodded before she brought up her high heeled boot and stomped on the vial, shattering it. It unleashed a wave of blue and purple smoke as Evie held her breath. The smoke soon filled the entire room, making everyone cough and hack. It took a moment before the eyes of everyone except the four newcomers flashed purple and then back to normal.

Regina backed up, her face in a look of shock as her mind cleared. "What...wait...what did she..."

Bo blinked herself, getting a feeling how it felt for people to be on the receiving end of her special touch with Kenzi also rubbing her head. "Ugh, I hate it when people mess with the minds."

"The choir welcomes you," Waverly agreed. "At least it wasn't vampires this time."

Regina's eyes soon flared with anger. "She…stole…my spot…"

Wednesday saw Regina back up and frowned. "Ah. I suppose we're finished here. A shame, a good battle never ends without bloodshed."

Emma frowned. "Who are you?"

"Wednesday Addams."

Emma took that in to shrug. "Not the weirdest name I've heard."

"Wow, that worked," Evie said. "I wasn't sure..."

Mal glanced at her. "Wait, you said it would break the spell!"

"Well, yeah but also a chance it could have turned anyone effected into a frog."

"And this wasn't viable information to share?!"

"It was a remote chance!"

Mal moved to Regina. "Look, I'd love to go into more explanation but right now, it's Agatha we have to worry about. You'd know her as Agnes."

"Let me guess," Emma said in a sardonic tone. "We've had some evil witch living right under our noses all along."

Mal blinked. "Wow, you're good."

"We must attend to it quickly," Wednesday stated as she put the sword down. "While I don't care much about your hamlet, that woman got on my bad side."

Enid raised an eyebrow. "You realize that implies you have a good side."

"Excellent point. Amend that to my more psychotic side."

Regina's scowl deepened. "I don't care who is worse or not, I'm in the mood to filet some bitch."

"Listen!" Wynonna snapped as she stood with the other-dimensional visitors. "I speak for us all here when I say we are sick and we are tired of being in the dark about you babbling on magic and such. So we are not doing anything until we know what in the flaming blue balls of Hell is going on here!"

There was a long pause as the other Storybrooke residents looked to each other. With a sigh, Killian faced them. "Storybrooke was created via a magic spell to house the inhabitants of a world filled with characters you know from fairy tales. It was used by Regina, alias the Evil Queen from Snow White, who you know as Mary Margaret with David being Prince Charming. Emma is their daughter, born when the curse hit and sent to your world, explaining how she is an adult and her parents look so young. Zelena is Regina's half-sister whom you might know better as the Wicked Witch of the West from Oz. I am Killian Jones, alias Captain Hook, yes that Captain Hook. Mal and Evie are from another reality where their mothers were respectively Maleficent and the Evil Queen, exiled to an island before their daughters became something close to heroes. I have no idea who this dark-haired sociopath and her clawed friend are yet they oddly seem to fit in around here. Any questions?"

As expected, he was met by a set of blank stares. Kenzi was the first to break the silence. "Well…I don't know about the rest of you but my gast is thoroughly flabbered."

Yelena oddly seemed to be more open to this than the rest. "Well, at least everything is explained."

Kate gaped at her. "Nothing is explained, we still have no idea who this Agatha is!"

Emma brushed back her hair. "Okay, we need to find this gal fast before it gets worse."

"How?" Mal asked.

"In this town, the mind boggles."

Amora snarled as she tried to fight against the restraints around her. "I will rip you to so many shreds, the vultures won't be able to feast upon you, you miserable, black-haired fat-assed bitch!"

"Aw, you cut me to the quick," Agatha said. She shrugged. "Then again, I have a tender quick."

The two were standing in a field a few miles from the center of town. Agatha was pacing around in her dark outfit as Amora was held in a field of colored magic. The witch whistled to herself as she arranged some bowls on a stone table before her.

"Whatever you're planning won't work," Amora snapped.

"You don't know that," Agatha intoned. "If my plan was to make you hurt, well, I'd say it's working perfectly." She added some ingredients to cause the large bowl in front of her to billow with smoke and fire.

"What is this?" Amora demanded. "What are you after?"

"Well, I suppose it can't hurt too much to share," Agatha stated as she picked up a large dagger. "Good as I am...and we can agree, I'm damn good...against the power in this town, a little reinforcement can't hurt. Especially a trio I know can provide just the wicked power I need for this task."

She moved to jam the dagger into Amora's hand, causing a cry of agony. "Oh, relax," Agatha intoned as if it was no concern. "Just be glad I'm not using the spell requiring your heart. Then again, it's so black, it'd poison whatever I wanted to do."

Amora gasped as Agatha pulled the dagger away from her. She held up the knife to let the blood drop into the cauldron as she whispered. Agatha held up her hands as she called out more, the cauldron billowing with colored smoke and a loud rumble. Amora stiffened, recognizing full well the signs of someone breaking through barriers no one should and summoning something from beyond.

Agatha threw up her hands as the incantation finished. A blast of fire erupted from the cauldron, combined with a trio of shrieks. Three clouds of fire flew outward, flashing around before hitting the ground. They grew, forming into a trio of shapes that finally showed themselves amid the smoke.

They were dressed in old-fashioned clothing, more fitting for the colonial American period. The lead one was in a dark green dress that looked almost regal and elaborate with a design like runes upon it. She was notable for her bright red hair done up in an odd bun resembling a crown, her bright lips pulled open in a wicked grin showing her large overbite. The second was a stocky woman in a brown outfit, her black hair in a bun and her lips oddly twisted about. The third was a lovely-looking woman with hair so blonde, it was almost white, her outfit a lighter brown with a corset and her eyes carrying a somewhat spacy look.

The elder of the trio brushed her hair and outfit as she looked around. "Hmmm…so, it begins." Her eyes fell upon Agatha and the huge eyebrows raised a bit. "And I assume you are the one we thank for our resurrection?"

"I am," Agatha returned in a bright tone. "And before you go for the inevitable betrayal, know anything happens to me, you get sent right back to the underworld."

"Not a fan going back," the heavier brunette said in a strange lisp. Her nose twitched. "But at least no children around here."

"Do I get to sing?" the blonde asked in a perky voice. "I'd love to sing!"

"Silence!" the redhead barked. "Regardless of how it happened, it happened." She looked at Agatha. "May I assume you have some sort of mayhem in mind?"

"Oh, I very much do," Agatha smiled. "That's if you want it, Winnifred."

"You better believe I do." The woman named Winifred looked to the others as she extended her arms wide. "Mary…Sarah…let us prepare for our next grand arrival! For the Sanderson Sisters have returned!" She paused and waved her hands. "Again!"

Yep, the Sandersons from Hocus Pocus. And before you dismiss them as goofballs, remember these are three magical psychopaths willing to feast on children, making them perfect for Storybrooke.

Wednesday and Enid were late additions but loved the show and the banter just fitting in. Hopefully not as long before the next update, all comments welcomed.