Once Upon A Time ~ Book 1

Chapter 99 - Belief

Jefferson continued sharpening his scissors, the fine dust from the rock hanging in the air around him, the scrapping notice echoing around the house.
Emma carefully sneaked through the open door and quitly shut it. She tip-toed down the hall, keeping her eye on Jefferson's turned back. Then she stepped on a loose board. It creeked and he turned his head a little. Emma then made a quite run to the other end of the hall. She opened a door and sneaked inside, closing the door quitly.
Then a muffled voice came from the room. "Emma!" Mary Margaret's voice let out quitly.
Emma turned around to see Mary Margaret, tyed to a chair, her mouth also tyed, tears in her eyes.
Mary Margaret cryed looking up at Emma.
Emma walked quickly towards her. "What is going on?" she whispered as she pulled the fabric from around from around her mouth.
"Emma! Thank God!" she said quitly.
"What are you doing here?" she untied her feet.
"I was in the woods trying to get away, when this man appeared out of nowhere and grabbed me." she said fearfully. "Why are you here?"
"I'm trying to find you. You escaped, remember?" she got to her feet. "How did you get out?"
"There was a key. In my cell, under my pillow. Someone put it there." her voice shook as she spoke slowly. She stood up.
"Who?"
"I don't know. I'd like to know just as much as you."
Emma carefully opened the door and peeked out into the hallway, her face hidden behind the doorframe. "Come on." she breathed.
Mary Margaret followed her out of the room, her hand over her mouth.
He was gone from the room, and Emma looked around the hall. When she was sure the coast was clear, she took Mary Margaret's arm and they turned to the sound of trigger.
Jefferson stood by the corner, a gun in his hand, smiling. "I see you found Spot."
"I've already called for back-pack. They'll be here any second." said Emma.
"You haven't called anybody." he smiled, staring at Emma. "For the same reason you didn't tell me about her. You don't want anybody to know you're here....... Which means nobody does."
Emma face fell.
"So now tie her back up."

Emma put the fabric around Mary Margaret's mouth again, her arms and feet duck-taped again to the chair. Jefferson leaned his hand against the doorframe, watching them, his gun still in his hand.
"Emma......" said Mary Margaret.
"It's gonna be okay."
Emma stood up and turned to Jefferson. "Your telescope...... You've been watching me...... Why?"
He walked into the room towards her. "I need you to do something." he grasped her arm and pulled her from the room.
"Emma. Don't hurt her!" Mary Margaret cryed, her voice muffled from the fabric.
Jefferson glanced at her and pulled the door shut, making a majestic motion with head before the light left the room.

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Jefferson walled down the corridor in the Queen's castle, holding the round, leather box, followed bytes of her gaurds. He stepped into the room where the Queen awaited.
"Jefferson. So good to see you looking more like yourself." she said, looking at his more fine clothing."I assume you're here because you've reconsidered my offer." she smiled.
"I want your guarantee that if I do what yo ask, my daughter will want for nothing."
"You have my word........ Now, let's open that box of yours and see what it can do." she stepped closer.
Jefferson went down on his honkers, placing the box on the ground and unlocked the hatch. He put the lid down and gently took from it a patterned black top hat.
She chuckled. "I do so like a man who dresses for the occasion."
He placed theat on their stoned floor and spun it. It spun round and round.
He stepped back. "Step back." he said to the Queen.
She stood back and they stood side by side in front of the top hat spining and spining terribly fast. Purple smoke filled the air around it, spining along with it. The hat spun into a ginormous size, taking over mos of the room. It spun creating strong winds, blowing into their faces.
"After you!" Jefferson called aver the wind.
Regina looked untrustworthy at the hat then back at Jefferson. She took his hand. "Together." she smiled.
".......Hold on!"
Then they both jumped into the hat, falling into it, falling into nothingness.

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Jefferson pushed Emma in a big room with dark, red, orange and purple patterned wallpaper and white, lit up shelf covering most of one of the four walls with dozens of top hats lined up neatly. In the middle of the room was a huge, table with tools, fabrics and lights.
"I don't know what you think you're doing, but if you hurt my friend, I swear I'll make you regret it." said Emma.
He slamed the door shut and faced her. "Hurt her? In saving her life." he stepped closer and closer to her.
"How do you figure that?" Emma stepped backwards, the closer he came to her.
"Don't play stupid. We both know what happens when people try to leave Storybrooke."
"What are you talking about?" she said as he continued stepping closer to her, and continued stepping backwards, facing one another.
"The curse."
She stopped and he did the same, but he still stood close to her, almost touching her. She looked up at him. "What curse?"
"The one keeping us all trapped..... All except you." he stared down at her.
"Have you been reading Henry's book?"
"Henry? You mean the Queen's father?"
"Henry, the Mayor's adopted kid."
"Oh, Henry. Your Henry." he smiled. "And his book of stories. The ones that you choose to ignore....... Maybe if you knew what I know, you wouldn't."
"Why have you been spying on me?"
He stepped behind her and held up the gun to her head, then he walked backwards a little. "Because for the last twenty eight years I've been stuck in this house. Day after day. Always the same......" he pased around the room. ".......Until one night, you and your little yellow Bug roll into town. And the clock ticks. And thinks start to change." he circled the room and made his way back to Emma. She stepped closer to him, listening. "You see..... I know what you refuse to acknowledge, Emma......... You're special....... You brought something precious to Storybrooke............ Magic."
Emma tilted her head a little and stared at him. "Your insane."
"Because I speak the truth?"
"Because your talking about magic."
"I'm talking about what I've seen.......... Perhaps you're the one that's mad."
"Really?"
He steped closer to her again. "What's crazier than seeing and not Believing? Because that's exactly what you've been doing since you got to our little hamlet." he stood right in front of her now. "Open your eyes....... Look around...... Wake up....... Isn't it about time?"
"What do you want?"
"I want you to get it to work." his eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed her neck and thrust her onto the chair at the table next to her.
Emma grunted. "You want me to get what to work?"
He stared at a black top hat on the table. He still held the back of her neck, the gun in his other hand. He leaned forward and rested her cheek on Emma's blond hair, his lips pressed against the back of her head. "You're the only one that can do this." he lifted his head and rested his chin on the top of her head. "You're gonna get it to work."