Long Lost | Once Upon a Time (REWRITING)

Chapter Eleven: The Miller's Daughter

Grace had been seated in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal when Snow entered from upstairs. She had been back and forth on the phone with David all day. Apparently, she wasn't able to get in contact with Emma, but David had finally been able to get into contact with his daughter. He had been on the way back to the apartment, him being out all day at the station.

As Snow entered the kitchen, she quickly turned towards her youngest daughter. "I just got off the phone with David. He said that he had talked to Emma; apparently, Hook sailed to New York and poisoned Gold."

At that, her eyes widened. "Poisoned?"

"Yep. Something on his hook." She spoke, causing Grace to sigh in frustration.

"Doing it the old fashioned way, I guess." She said irritably. That man has some nerve. Grace didn't personally know Mr. Gold, but to Henry, he's family.

Snow sighed as Grace took an aggressive bite of her cereal. "They're almost in town. We have to get him to a safe place so that Cora doesn't try to control him."

"Am I actually coming with you guys this time?" Grace asked, earning a sad look from her mother, "Or are you going to keep me held up at the apartment?"

Snow sighed, "We only did that to protect you. Now that Emma's here, maybe she can--"

"Oh, I see." She stated, earning a confused look from Snow. "It's all or nothing. Either risk losing both of your daughters or none."

She just stared at Grace with a tired look before turning and grabbing the teen's jacket. "Come on. David should be here any minute." She held the leather out for Grace to put her arms through, her quickly placing it on her shoulders. The girl pulled her hair out from the jacket as she looked down at what she was wearing. Today, she decided on a peach colored crop top, the black leather jacket making up for the lack of sleeves. In Maine, it's pretty frickin' cold, so she was grateful to have the thing. Along with the top, she wore her black pants and some matching leather under the knee boots. Again, she had a dagger tucked into the side of her right shoe, the hilt of the blade just barely reaching the top of the boot. After fixing the collar of her jacket, they both turned to leave. Snow opened the door and exited, Grace following after before closing the door behind her and heading down the stairs.

David had been there by the time they had reached the bottom. The three of them were quick to climb in his truck, David already driving towards the docks. When they had arrived, they watched as Mr. Gold and another man, presumably his son, slowly stepped off of the cloaked ship, Emma and Henry following after.

Ruby suddenly rushed up to help Mr. Gold to the truck, where they would be driving him to someplace safe. Both David and Snow rushed to the scene, her quickly shouting towards Emma, "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, what with her not seeing Emma for nearly three whole days. It seemed like forever since she left, but they were all just glad to have her back.

"Yeah. Yeah, we're alright." She sighed, seeming to want to have been reunited under better circumstances. Grace couldn't blame them. They all look like they've gotten a little roughed up over the past week.

The teen stepped up beside Emma, her eyes widening as she realized just how severe this all seemed. "Jesus, you look like you were ambushed."

"That's because we were ambushed!" Emma snapped as she stopped and turned to face Grace. Said girl only nodded as the three others moved past them, them quickly headed towards the back of the truck.

"Ah. Score two for Hook." She muttered before both of them turned back towards the truck, seeing that both Ruby and Gold's son had gotten him situated. He seemed to be in a lot of pain--most likely due to the poison rushing towards his heart.