Dreaming Out Loud

Sparks

Chapter 20: Sparks

The mirror in her den shattered into a thousand pieces, as Regina threw a glass at it. She had been so close again. She was almost rid of those two urchins. Had they cross the town line and been put in the foster system, it would have guaranteed one happy ending that would never be restored.

But somehow, Emma Swan had done it again and the rate she was losing control was staggering. Something had to be done...something drastic. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a matchbook from the Rabbit Hole. She knew her old mentor well. Happiness made him tame and it was time to change that. If she took away what he loved most again, he would turn on everyone around him. Then picking off the Hatter would be child's play. As for the two idiots...once she found a way to neutralize Emma Swan, she'd destroy them too. If they thought they could take away her happy ending, they were about to find they were sorely mistaken.

David hung up the phone with a smile, as Mary came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

"Is everything okay?" she asked. It grinned at her.

"Mr. Tillman changed his mind. He's taking custody," he replied.

"Oh...that's wonderful!" she exclaimed, as he hugged her tightly.

"So Emma will be home soon?" she asked.

"In a little while. The bug is having issues, but Mr. Tillman is towing it to his shop. He should be able to fix it tomorrow," he replied.

"Good...I didn't like the idea of Emma leaving and going to Boston, even for just a night," she fretted.

"Me either," he agreed.

"Listen to us...you'd think we were her parents," Mary joked.

"Well, if Henry's theory is right, we are. And she does roll her eyes at us a lot," he teased, knowing Mary would see it as a joke and sure enough, she giggled. He pulled her into his arms again and kissed her tenderly.

"You know, this isn't very fair. I'm not wearing any clothes and you still have all these on," she mentioned. He smirked and started backing her toward the bed.

"Let's fix that," he purred, as their lips met passionately, as her towel dropped to the floor and he closed the curtain around the bed.

The next morning...

"Well, Mr. Tromera, considering the third degree burns you sustained and the wolf bite, you are making a miraculous recovery," Whale mentioned, as he made notes on his chart.

"Fine...when do I get released from this hell hole?" he asked. Whale glanced up at him.

"While you're well enough to be released, I'm afraid that you'll be under arrest when you are released. The Sheriff has been quite clear about that," the doctor mentioned, as he put his chart on the hook and left the room. Damon growled and struggled with the handcuff that attached him to the bed. He then picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number.

"Get over here now. We need to talk," he said, before hanging up.

Mary hummed sweetly, as David kissed her deeply. Their skin was still cooling from a bout of slow, tender morning lovemaking.

"Oh David..." she sighed, sometimes still in awe of how incredibly happy he made her.

"I love you so much," he whispered with husk in his voice.

"I love you," she said, as they gazed into each other's eyes, before he glanced at the clock.

"I guess I better get up though. I promised Em I'd take early patrol today," he said.