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When You Least Expect It

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Killian had finally managed to calm Amelia down when he heard the sound of coughing. He swung his head toward the door to see his son start to sway and crumple sideways. 

“Henry!” he called out. Rising from the bed he rushed forward and managed to catch Henry just before he hit the ground.

Killian lowered him to the floor and gently started shaking him. “Henry! Henry! Come on lad,” he said urgently.

“Don’t worry, Captain. He’s perfectly fine, merely sleeping,” a voice said from the doorway.

Killian looked up. His eyes widened in shock at who was standing before him. “What? Silver? But why?” 

The dark haired fairy walked into the room and stared down at Killian with a menacing look on her face.“It’s nothing personal, but my mistress must have what she needs,” Silver said nonchalantly.

“Your mistress?” Confusion crossed Killian’s face for a brief second before realization dawned on him. “Gothel. You're the one who helped her escape from the dark realm,” he stated.

"Very good. Now, I’m sorry I have to do this, but I must take the child,” she said sounding anything but sorry.

“Like hell you will,” Killian rose to his feet, intending to do everything in his power to protect Amelia. He barely took a step forward when his whole body was suddenly frozen in place.

“Now, did you really think that was going to work. You're out of your depth, Captain. You’re no match for us,” she taunted as she made her way over to the bed.

“No!” Killian could only watch helplessly as Silver stood over Amelia (who strangely hadn’t stirred during the confrontation), placed her hand on the little girl’s arm, and vanished in a plum of red smoke.

Immediately after they disappeared Killian was released from the spell and could move again. “Bloody Fucking Hell!” he turned and flipped the coffee table that was beside him in rage.

As he stood there trying to calm himself he heard a groan coming from behind him. “Killian?"

Turning, he saw Henry start to stir. “Henry,” Killian sighed with relief, going over to his son and helping him to sit up. “Are you alright?”

“I think so,” Henry said looking up at Killian in confusion. “Dad, what happened?”

“One of the fairies is working with Gothel. She blew some sort of sleeping powder into your face and then incapacitated me,” Killian paused, unsure of how exactly to tell him this. “She took Amelia,” he said solemnly.

“What!” Henry said, alarmed when he made it to his feet. “We have to go find her!” He started to rush towards the door but Killian put a hand on his shoulder stopped him. 

"We will but first we have to get ahold of your mother.” Killian pulled out his phone, intending on calling Emma, only to see that he had no reception. 

Henry saw the frown forming on his father’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“My phone’s not getting a signal. That shouldn’t be possible,” 

“Mine is saying the same thing,” Henry said showing him the phone screen.

A feeling of trepidation went through Killian. “Come on. Let’s go,” he hurried out the door and down the hall with Henry right behind him. When he made it to the main doors a blast of magic sent him flying backwards into the wall.

“Dad!” Henry yelled, running over to him. “What was that?” he asked.

Before Killian could answer, Blue came rushing into the foyer. “It was Silver. She put us all under a sleeping spell,”

“Aye, we know. She’s the one that helped Gothel escape the dark realm,” Killian said as he rose from the ground. “And she took Amelia”

“What! No!” Blue said distressed. “When we came to we found out the entire convent was encased in a force field we couldn’t undo.”

“What does that mean?” Henry asked concerned.

Killian ran his hand roughly through his hair. “It means we’re trapped in here.”


Emma walked down the corridor of the hospital wanting to get this over with so she could go home to her family. Turning the corner she spotted Regina standing by a set of elevators. 

“Come on, let’s get this over with.” she grumbled when she reached the other woman.

Regina was slightly taken aback by her tone. “Is everything alright? It’s not Amelia, is it?”

Emma looked sharply up at Regina in confusion. “What? No!” She shook her head. “Amelia’s fine. I’m not looking forward to speaking to her.

When they stepped into the elevator Regina pressed the button for the basement floor. “I’m sorry that I had to call you down here, it’s just that Gothel was adamant that you were the only person she would talk to,” she said apologetically.   

“I just don’t want to give this witch anymore opportunity to spew her craziness,” Emma said angrily.

Before the other woman could respond the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. As they exited, Regina led Emma to a door at the very end of the hallway. 

“She’s in here. Do you want me to come in with you?”

Emma shook her head. “No. I should do this on my own,” she said, turning the handle and stepping inside the room.

Gothel was sitting on the edge of the bed, her wrists shackled to a length of chain that was connected to the floor. At the sound of the door opening she looked up and smiled pleasantly at Emma. 

“Ah! How wonderful to see you again” 

Emma raised her eyebrow at her. “You're awful cherry for someone in chains,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Oh! These,” Gothel raised her hands in the air and shook the chains. “I won’t be in them for very long,” she said smugly.

“And how exactly do you think you will be getting out of them?” Emma scoffed.

“All in due time. First, let’s have a little chat, just us girls.”

“I have no interest in chatting with you! Just say what you have to say so I can leave,” Emma said, her voice rising.

“My! Such hostility. Temper, temper, Savior,” Gothel said mockingly.

Emma took a deep breath as she felt herself become  angrier with each passing moment. She knew that was exactly what Gothel wanted, and refused to give her the satisfaction. 

“You know what, this was a waste of time. Hope you enjoy your cell, because your going to be here for a long time,” she said turning to exit the room.

“Wait!” Gothel called out.

Emma stopped in the open doorway. She turned to face the witch with a look of contempt. “I’m done playing games. You lost, and your big plan went up in smoke. How does it feel knowing that you spent all those years trapped in that dark realm doing all that plotting for nothing?”

Suddenly, an eerie calmness washed over Gothel’s features. “Was it really?”

Emma scoffed at her. "You're insane.” She once again turned to leave, but a figure stepped in her path stopping her. “Silver? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” 

“Well it’s about time you showed up. I thought I was going to listen to her blather on all night,” Gothel said, seemingly unsurprised to see the fairy standing there.

Emma had no time to process the situation before Silver blew a powder in her face. She immediately started to sway, trying desperately to stay upright, but it was a losing battle. She fell forward onto her knees, hands braced on the floor in front of her before finally collapsing to the ground. Right before losing consciousness she saw Gothel standing over her with a smirk on her face. 

“Nighty night Savior." 

Then everything went dark.


Emma woke up disoriented. Groaning, she sat up and saw that she had been taken to some sort of underground chamber. Looking through the dim light in front of her, she realized she was in a prison like structure. 

“What the hell!” she exclaimed, standing up and walking over to the bars that held her captive. Instinctively, she raised her hand and tried to open the bars with her magic… but nothing happened. 

When Emma lifted her hands to try again she saw the black cuff that adorned her right wrist. “Damn it!” she yelled in frustration.

“Emma,” a voice called to her.

Emma whirled around, trying to peer through the darkness. A second later a familiar form came into the light. 

“Amelia,” she gasped as the little girl ran forward and hugged her around the waist. When they pulled apart Emma sank down on her knees and placed her hands on Amelia’s arms. “What happened? What are you doing here?’

“She’s here for exactly the same reason you are.”

Emma sprang to her feet and pushed Amelia behind her just as Gothel came into view. The witch was dressed in robes and carrying a wand.  Emma had a terrible suspicion about what was about to happen.

“Why? Why are you doing this?” she asked wearily. 

“Because I need power to complete my plan, and the both of yours will do quite nicely. So just sit tight and I'll be back," Gothel turned to walk away only to pause and turn back. "Who has lost now,Emma" she taunted before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke.