Going Mad || OUAT - Once Upon a Time || Jefferson

Chapter V - One of Simon's Horror Movies

Author’s Note

New chapter! Thanks to everyone who is reading this far into the story. This chapter starts to answer some of the questions you may have… but at the same time it opens up some new questions! Haha, tell me what you think when you’re done reading. :) Dedication for this chapter is for PianoPrincess for all of her encouraging comments, they really mean a lot so thank you so much!

Chapter V

Suddenly something out the window catches my eye; I set down my dream journal to walk towards the glass and notice a figure standing on the other side of the street. It’s a man with short brown hair, and he’s wearing a black trench coat. Jefferson? I keep myself out of view as I watch him stare up at my window. He stands there for a good five minutes before I decide to walk outside and figure out what he wants. He’s gone by the time I get downstairs. I shrug and start turning to go back upstairs when I hear his voice.

“Elle?”

My heart skips a beat as I turn around to see him standing inches away from me. I take a small step back, but he moves with me.

“Yes?” I ask, drowning in his sea blue eyes.

“I need you to come with me,” he orders.

“What for?” I question.

“It’s an emergency,” he pauses, “with Simon.” My eyes widen.

“What?!” I panic, “Where?” Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble? What trouble could Simon POSSIBLY get into in a town as small as Storybrooke?

Something in his eyes flicker, “Come with me,” he simply says, turning towards the door. I follow him into his car and my mind is racing, trying to figure out what happened to Simon as the town’s buildings pass us and are soon replaced with the towering trees of the forest. Jefferson stops the car.

“He’s in the woods?” I question, looking up at his face, which is still gazing ahead of him onto the road. Then he shuts his eyes, taking in the warmth that the sun is shining in through the window.

“Do you really not know who I am?” he asks, looking back at me pleadingly.

“What do you mean?” I ask, “You’re Jefferson.” I’m looking at him, extremely confused. He looks up at the ceiling.

“Yes, I am, but what other than that?” he asks.

“Umm,” I think of his house, “You’re a teapot collector?” I reply jokingly. His face shoots back to me. I have no idea what he’s being so serious for, but it’s starting to worry me.

“What?” he asks.

“I don’t know, your house is full of them,” I explain. “Where’s Simon?” I ask again. He laughs in an un-amused way.

“Simon is safe, he’s spending the day with a boy named Henry, he’s the Mayor’s son,” Jefferson explains. Henry? That name sounds familiar.

“Henry? The kid? That woman is the mayor?” I ask in disbelief, remembering them from my trip to the store this morning.

“You’ve met him?” he asks, his eyes bare into mine.

“I ran into him at the store,” I explain, no pun intended. He laughs again.

“Of course you met him!” he yells, laughing hard at himself. Then a shadow crosses his face and he looks extremely serious again. “Wait,” he says, looking at me again. “You’ve met Regina also?” Okay, this guy is starting to freak me out. I lift my hand discreetly to try and unlock the door, but it won’t budge.