Fascination ↠ Killian Jones [2]

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Alexa stares at the firewood in front of her as Regina watches her like a hawk.

"Focus, concentrate." Regina demands, practically yelling in her ear.

"That's kind of hard when you are yelling in my ear every two seconds." Alexa snaps glaring at her.

"And when the wind blows, or it's raining, or someone's shooting arrows at you." Regina counters. "Find your anger and use it to focus."

"No, I am not using my magic by going dark." Alexa shakes her head. "And besides, I don't really have anger. It's more.. stubbornness and annoyance."

"You're such a pathetic waste of ability." Regina sneers turning away from her.

"At least I'm considered a somewhat likable person." Alexa argues. "And you know what? You wanna play dirty, fine. You are such a.."

"Smell that?" Regina questions.

"Hey, it's not my fault that I didn't have deodorant with me." Alexa snaps.

"No." Regina wrinkles her nose before pointing to the fire. "Smoke."

"You did it." Emma breathes.

"Did you really doubt me?" Alexa inquires.

"Only for about half a second." Emma admits.

"Sisterly love." Alexa mutters rolling her eyes when she notices her parents along with Killian packing. "Where are they going?"

"Where are you guys going?" Emma questions.

"Firewood." Killian says as David says, "To get water."

"Guys, what's going on?" Emma inquires.

"Neal's alive." Mary Margret blurts.

"But Emma said.." Alexa starts, looking at her sister who is just as confused. "How do you know?"

"Pan paid me a visit." Killian admits.

"This is a waste of time." Regina groans. "He's toying with us."

"I don't think so." Mary Margret pauses moving over to a broken branch. "Look, more scuffling. Someone was definitely resisting."

"How do we know that means Neal?" Emma asks.

"Well, it means someone was fighting for his life." Mary Margret muses.