Alice's plan to overthrow the Queen of Hearts is thwarted by a dashing pirate with a hook. Years later, after the curse is broken, they reunite once again.
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The car ride to Jefferson's is tense at best but I still don't stop. He's the one who told me about the prophecy, he must know something. I pull to a stop in his driveway just when my phone rings. I nearly jump out of my skin at the noise and take a deep breath. I need to keep it together. For the sake of Storybrooke, Cora has to die. I answer the phone without even checking who's calling.
"I really don't have much time, what do you want?" I say with a shaky breath. Not the nicest I could've been but I'm too tightly wound for niceties.
"Gold's been stabbed." She whispers into the speaker and my eyes go wide.
"Oh." My voice comes out less hostile and I deflate a little. "By his son?"
"No, Hook." I groan loudly, thumping my head on the seat. I close my eyes and take another deep breath before answering.
"How the hell did he get to New York?" I ask incredulously.
"His ship." She sounds just as annoyed as I feel. Her words cause me to open my eyes.
"He sailed a ship to New York?"
"Yes, we're coming back to Storybrooke. He dipped his hook in poison and we need to get Gold back for a cure." I shake my head, sitting straight up.
"No! You can't come back! Cora and Regina are looking for Gold's dagger." I warn emphatically. Emma goes silent for a moment as she herself realizes the gravity of the situation.
"To control him."
"No, to become the Dark One. To do that she needs to kill him, which will be pretty easy if he's already dying." I tell her, trying not to sound as exasperated as I feel.
"You can't let that happen." She tells me and I roll my eyes.
"I wasn't planning on it but I need to know where the dagger is so I can keep it away from her."
"He'll never tell me where it is."
"Then make him."
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I slam my fists against the door relentlessly. I have been knocking for over a minute and I wonder if Jefferson's even home. He better be or I'm going to kick his ass the next time I see him.
