The Bombshell

Part 11: Hook's Pov

Emma called. She and Regina were almost back in Storybrooke, and they weren't alone. They had found Lily and saved Robin from the evil clutches of The Wicked Witch, well sort of.

"What's going on? Why did you summon us all here?" Snow was curious and clearly wanted to know of Emma's fate.

"Emma just called me from the town line. They're okay." The Charming's seemed relieved. Henry too.

"And what about Lily?" Maleficent was also worried about her daughter. Honestly, I couldn't help but wonder about Lily too and whether or not she would be anything like her mother.

"Lily is with them, and from what Emma's told me, she wants to meet you." A small smile appeared on Maleficent's face not wanting her emotions to get the better of her. Although the two had never met, it was obvious that Maleficent cared deeply for her daughter. "Robin and Roland too." I hesitated before continuing as I knew they would not be happy about what came next. "And Zelena." Snow and Charming's faces quickly changed to ones of utter disbelief. They were wary about allowing Zelena back into Storybrooke and I didn't blame them after what happened the last time.

"What possible reason could Regina have for bringing Zelena back here?" Charming had every reason to be angry since the witch kidnapped Neal and tried to have Emma killed when she was last here.

"I honestly don't know, but they wouldn't do it if there wasn't a good reason." I knew Emma and I had learnt to trust Regina. I had hope, and now so must they.

"But Emma's still good? The darkness hasn't taken control?" I believed it hadn't, but I couldn't be sure. All I could do was tell them what I did know and give them reason to hope.

I was about to reply when I noticed a familiar yellow car pull up outside of Granny's Diner. "Why don't you ask her yourself?" I responded instead. "They're back." Everyone turned to see Emma get out of her car and Robin and Regina drag Zelena from another.

Snow rushed out to greet her daughter, hastily followed by Charming and Henry. "Wait!" I called out. "She might not be ready. Perhaps its better Henry and I go first?" They thought about it for a moment before agreeing and standing aside to let their grandson and I lead the way.