A Bit Of Magic

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Everyone sat at a table at Granny's trying to figure out what to do. Sherlock and John were probably the most confused out of the group.

"So, how are we supposed to find y/n if she's in...a different...land?"  Sherlock asked.

"We haven't figured that out yet. It's hard to figure it out."  Emma said.

"But, even if we did know where y/n was, we'd need a way to get there and a way to get back."  Regina added in.

Emma and Killian nodded, but Sherlock remained confused.

"I'm still having trouble understanding how a portal was opened."  He admitted.

"A portal can open different ways but the main way to open one is with a magic bean."  Killian explained.

"Like the bean's from a beanstalk...like 'Jack and the Beanstalk'?"  John asked.

"Yes."  Killian answered.

"How might we be able to come into possession of one of these?"  Sherlock asked.

"We actually have a couple beanstalks growing here in Storybrooke. Ever since Tiny got here."  Emma said.

"Alright. And then we have to locate y/n. Any ideas for that?"  Sherlock asked.

"We could use what this town is mostly known for."  Emma suggested.

"Which is?"  Everyone seemed to ask.

"Magic."  She said shrugging.

"And I'm assuming you want to ask the crocodile for help?"  Killian wondered.

"He's our best shot."  Emma said.

Killian sighed before nodding, "Alright. But you do realize he'll turn it into a deal don't you?"  He questioned.

"I know."  Emma answered.

"I'm sorry. I don't know who you're talking about."  Sherlock said.

"It's time to make a deal with Rumplestiltskin."  Regina said getting up from the table.

They all got up and made their way to Mr. Gold's shop. The bell at the top of the door rang as the all entered. The dark one heard it and looked up at the group of people that walked in.

"Hello.  How may I help you today?"  He asked, in a forced polite way.

"We need your help to find y/n."  Regina said plain and simple. 

"Ah, so you want to use magic, do you?"  He asked.

They all remained silent but he knew that they wanted to. He smiled evilly and waved for them to follow.

"I assume you all realize that this will cost one of you."  He said.

"What do you want?"  Emma asked.

"Mm, nothing from you.  From him."  Gold said pointing at Sherlock.

Sherlock seemed startled but shook the feeling away.

"Me?"  He asked.

"Yes."  Mr. Gold said.

"What could you want from me?"  The detective asked.

"I don't know yet.  But when you make a deal with the dark one, he can call you up on it whenever he wants."  He said.

"But why does it have to be me?"  Sherlock asked.

"It's either a deal with you, or no magic will be used to find y/n."  Gold bargained, knowing full well what the man would do.

"Alright.  Fine. It's a deal."  Sherlock said, giving in.

Mr. Gold went into the back of his shop and came back in with what Sherlock assumed would be the key to finding y/n. The shop owner pricked his finger on the top, drawing blood. He let the blood drip onto the round blank part. The red swirled around until an image appeared on the ball. Y/n was walking, no...she was being dragged forward. Two men were holding her arms pulling her onto a ship. There was a man standing near the wheel watching as y/n was brought aboard.
The image disappeared and we were all silent. Killian was the first one to speak up.

"She's in the Enchanted Forest."  He said.

"How can you be sure?"  Regina asked.

"Because. I know that pirate and he's definitely still in the Enchanted Forest."  The pirate captain said.

"What pirate has her?"  Sherlock asked.

Killian sighed and looked down. "Black Beard."

"Black Beard?" Emma asked.

"Aye. He's always seemed to have something against me...and now he has my sister." Killian finished, tearing up.

Emma put a hand on his shoulder, "We'll get her back, okay? And now that we know where she is, we can take a couple beans and get her back." She said.

Killian nodded. "Alright. Let's go." He said.

They all left Mr. Gold's shop and to the field of beanstalks. Then they'd make a plan, and save y/n.

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