The Real Neverland

Part 2: 12

Hunter POV

I stared down at the paper, not being able to take my eyes of it. There was something about it that seemed so? Familiar? I just can’t put my finger on it? Maybe it is some re-written Peter Pan story that I read when I was younger, yeah that makes sense.

“Ruby?” I hear someone say and the door bell rings, I quickly put it back and walk out to see Mr. Gold.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Have you finished?” he asked.

“Yes I have all done”, I smile.

“Great you are done for the day come back tomorrow at two o’clock”, he says and I nod and grab my bag and head out the door, the air was cold as it was getting close to half past five, I hop in my car. And just think.

What was going to happen? I have this crazy feeling that all this shit will happen. I don’t know if Henry is telling the truth or taken his belief way to far, and Emma? I keep asking how long she is staying because a part of me wants her to stay, not just for Henry but for all of us. I feel like she has something that we all need, something that will help this town. I just need her to settle into things, maybe I could get her to come with me to Granny’s for my shift it will be Monday, so Henry will be there for his coco before school, she could take him.

I smile at my plan and start up the car, I drive home with the music playing and my fingers tapping on the wheel, a I pull in and go to the apartment, I see Mary-Margret in the kitchen and Emma sipping on water.

“Hey guys”, I say and close the door taking my jacket off.

“Hello Hunter”, Mary-Margret says and Emma smiles and waves.

“So what’s cooking”, I smile.

“Leftover pizza”, Emma chuckles.

“Uh lovely” I say and sit on the couch.

“How was Mr. Gold”, asks Mary-Margret.

“Well he just got me to clean shit”, I chuckle.

“Sounds fun”, Emma says.

“Okay, now for the things that have been bothering me. What is up with Henry,  he is taking the book stuff further then I thought, I thought he was just gonna lose interest, like he did with the magic door in Regina’s office, but this? He went to flippen New York City”, Mary-Margret says sitting down next to me.

“I know, but you have to admit you have a small part that believes in him, or at least is trying to believe in him”, I say and she sighs.

“Henry is a bright kid, and isn’t dumb. He calls Emma the savior who will break the curse, maybe that’s not true, but maybe Emma is a savior of something else, maybe to bring a little joy to Storybrooke, if you stay”, I say to her and she chuckles.