The Swan-Jones house
Violet-Marie returned later that night. "What are you doing out so late?" a voice asked from the living room. Violet-Marie spun around. "Hello, Hope." she said, sheepishly. "So, what were you doing out so late?" "It's none of your business." Violet-Marie replied. "Yes. It. IS!" Hope yelled. "No. It. ISN'T!" Violet-Marie yelled back, slamming her hands on the table behind the couch. "Why are you so mean to me?!" Hope looked at the ceiling in an exasperated way. "Because YOU are living in MY family's house and we know NOTHING about you! You could be a serial killer for all we know!" "What's going on?" Emma asked, sleepily walking down the stairs with Killian yawning behind her. "Nothing." Violet-Marie said. "Nothing?!" Hope sputtered. "What is going on is that you brought this girl here that we know nothing about and could be dangerous!" "FINE!" Violet-Marie yelled. "If you don't want me here, I'll leave!" she ran up the stairs and disappeared. A few minutes later, she reappeared with her bags and ran out the door. "Violet-Marie!" Emma yelled, but Violet-Marie didn't turn back. Killian turned towards Hope, "We need to talk, young lady." he said, sternly. Emma turned to her. "You are going to bed, then in the morning we are going to have a long talk about this." she said. "Fine." Hope replied.
The Streets of Storybrooke
Violet--Marie ran towards Granny's diner, when she got inside she ran up the stairs to room 4. When she knocked on the door, someone answered instantly. "Who's there?" Sera asked, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. "Can I stay here?" Violet-Marie asked. "Fai-, Violet-Marie?" Sera asked. "Yeah." she responded. "Of course, but aren't you staying with Emma?" "No, not anymore." Violet-Marie walked into the room and stood by the couch. "Butterfly?" Micah asked, standing up. "Hi." Violet-Marie replied. "Come here." Micah said, seeing that Violet-Marie was crying. Violet-Marie walked into his waiting arms. "I'll see you in the morning." Sera said, walking out of the room. "Come on." Micah said, leading Violet-Marie to the bed. He laid down and pulled her against his chest. She sighed as she smelled the familiar scent of the ocean on his clothes, the scent she associates with 'safe'. Micah smiled into the dark when he heard her breathing slow down and saw her relax. Soon, he drifted off himself.
Granny's
The next morning the whole group was eating breakfast at Granny's Diner, and when Violet-Marie, Micah and Sera walked down the next morning, Violet-Marie and Micah quickly let go of each other's hand. "You two go first, I really don't want to see them." Micah nodded, he and Sera walked into the main dining area and sat down. A few minutes later, Violet-Marie emerged. "Violet-Marie! Over here!" Snow yelled. Violet-Marie waved, then walked out of the diner. "What's her problem?" Regina asked. Emma looked at Killian. "You should ask Hope." she said. "I'll be right back." she said, getting up.
Emma walked around the corner and looked back. She hurried to the bathroom and locked the door. She pulled up her shirt and looked at her lower abdomen, where she had felt the pain earlier. She let out a sob and covered mouth as she looked in the mirror. Starting where she had felt pain the day before a small circle of solid stone was spreading. As she watched, it spread a couple more inches. Without Killian noticing, last night she had used her magic on it, and she had found out something terrible. In a few week's time, Emma Swan-Jones would be totally, irreversibly, solid stone. No one would be able to save her.Okayyyyyyyy so who's gonna kill me. *everyone raises hands* (getting major Medusa vibes here) Sooooooooo, eventually the chapters will get longer, but I'm tired and lazy and I don't feel like writing more at the moment. :P New chapter soon!
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