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“We have to move. She’s only slowing us down.” Jordan recognized Ethan’s voice during the heated argument. “Your girl’s a freakin’ time bomb!” She wasn’t even fully awake yet when those words were stated by one of their current companion. Her entire body was still aching from the seizure a couple of hours ago, yet she forced herself to - carefully and unnoticed by the rest of them - sit up against the wall. He was right. Deep inside she knew that Ethan was right that she was a burden, not only for Tyler but the entire group.

Jo was aware that she owed him for surviving as long as she did by now since she’d ran out of her meds four days ago. There was only one option for her to repay Tyler before it was too late for him to have a chance to survive.

“Leave me behind.” She eventually interrupted the fighting men.

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“If you suggest what I think you are suggesting, you better watch your words.” Tyler hissed to Ethan. The thing was he was the stunt man. He was the guy in this group that knew how to fight, how to use the weapons, how to off those creatures without being killed. And he was, by quite a margin, the one that could literally carry people. Others had far more problems. “If you suggest this one more time - ALL of you - I will cut your balls off and feed them to the biters! YOu got me? She is the brains of this! Sick or not, we need her.” He heard her whimper, yes, but chose to ignore what she said.

“Jo, zip it. We are NOT leaving you behind. We need you!” he needed her. “Not a chance. Before we leave you, we leave Ethan.”

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Take those broken wings

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iluinel:

Blue was with Granny at the Diner, discussing her own recovery when the fairy felt a sudden sting in her chest. Followed by the scream, the two women could hear. Her eyes shot towards the direction it came from, realizing the only reason that could have caused Gabriel to call out in pain.

They could still see the sadistic smile upon Fiona’s face when they arrived, while the ripped wings faded in her hand. Without second thought Blue moved her hand and turned herself into fairy size so she’d arrive her friend quicker, surrounding him with more dust to keep Gabriel from hitting the street before she guided him down. Fiona left out another laugh at the sight of it and disappeared.

Switching back human sized, the women brought him over to a room at the Bed & Breakfast before Blue even dared to turn him back from fae to man. Tending his wounded backside to ease the pain.

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Take those broken wings

Fighting was a bit of a second nature to him. When he joined pirates, he had to fight. He had to defend himself. The switching of sizes was usually not part of it. He used swords against humans. Against Fiona only his magic would do. And so he switched sizes so fast not many could keep up. Sadly Fiona could. She was so skilled in it, she began anticipating his moves. And as soon as he noticed that, he knew he was screwed. Before long her hand appeared in front of him. It was faster than he could even keep up with. One moment he flew, aided by fairy dust and two remaining whole wings, the next pure black pain erupted in his back. It felt like his entire soul was being ripped from his body and set ablaze. His scream, even in his small form, could be heard down the entire main street. She dropped him, just like that, holding his remaining wings victoriously as she watched her opponent fall.

One thought crossed his mind: In all the time fairies exist, it was unheard of a fairy to survive the violent removal of their wings. And he felt it. The pain, the pull towards something unknown, a darkness he hadn’t felt before. He was fading. The falling fairies light flickered.

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“Wait.” Blue interrupted him with a slight wave of her hand. The matters of true love and her own connection with Belle’s child would have to wait until later. None of it were subjects that should be discussed at this place, or at the convent even.

The bigger picture was more important right now and it was ironic how it was Kheelan who had to remind her of that. “But he’s still a baby.” How could Gideon be up against Emma already? “Khe— Gabriel, how long have I been asleep? What else do you know?”

“He’s 28, Blue.” He said. Gabriel knew it was a bad thing. And confusing. Especially fro his grandmother. Given how she was asleep for a while, there was this essence of confusion she was bound to have. He understood. No one knew how often he was knocked out and given how confused he was then, he understood.

“In our world you were out for mere days, no more than two weeks. But for Gideon - Fiona took him to another world. 28 years passed there. So he’s fully grown and a mini-crocodile by the book.”

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Letting all the information sink in was overwhelming. Her free - now healed - hand moved up to touch her forehead. Was he blaming her for endangering herself? Blue softly shook her head, leaving it be as soon as she had started when it made her feel dizzy.

“How could I have declined Belle’s request?” She asked silent, meeting Gabriels eyes. “She’s my daughter.” Blue wet her lips. Swallowing down the lump that formed in her throat the longer she looked at him. Realizing what he’d just told her about why she woke up. “You… I don’t know what to say.”

“That is exactly why you should have declined her request, Blue. I mean you live in a convent full of fairies. I’m sure there were others around.” And other who were not the childs grandmother. “You can’t be both, Blue. You can’t be his grandmother and his godmother. You couldn’t deny her, but you have to. You will always put them first, which is why You can’t be the kids fairy godmother. Because being his godmother will require choosing the path with minimal collateral damage and I’m afraid your grandson is on the war path.” She probable didn’t even know.

“He’s trying to kill the savior.” And here they were talking about true love. “You don’t have to say anything, Blue.”

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“Gabriel…” Blue kept looking at him with wondering eyes and repeated the name trying to remember if she’d heard it ever since they’d ended up in Storybrooke but it didn’t seem to sound familiar.

“No. Please, before you do… How? Why are we here?” Her hand kept clinging on his upper arm, searching for answers in his bright blue eyes since the last she remembered was her standing at the nearby lake with a map.

“Fiona attacked you.” And she knew exactly who Fiona was, so there was that. “Took Shitskins kid. Might I add: What were you thinking taking that charge? He’s not suitable to be your god child, Blue. You’re way too involved.” But that was technically a discussion for another day. He was surprised that she, of all the people wanted to talk first. Seemed like she had loosened up the tiniest bit.

“Well after that, the idiots tried to wake you - without success. I woke you - With True Love.” For a moment he thought to elaborate...then again he wanted to see the look on her face.

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The sound of his voice became clearer, as the tears fell onto the damaged skin. Leaving a soft glow while they healed her wound, resulting in letting the first used dust to enter her system. Almost immediately her chest moved, inhaling a deep breath through parted lips before the brunette’s eyes fluttered open.

Big brown eyes, affected by the strong painkillers he gave her looked up to him. It felt like a dream to see the man at her bedside, though Blue recognized who was grieving right away.

“Kheelan?” A soft whisper of his name escaped her dry lips, reaching up with her hand to see if he was real. Was he? Or was it the effect of the drugs that made her hallucinate a familiar, long lost love?

That was kind of dramatic. But at least the most powerful magic had an effect to a certain extend. Because he wasn’t doubting his dust - his dust worked just fine. He was doubting what had been done to her. Sometimes it was just too much for a fairy. Sometimes they let go, regardless. And she had been through a lot.

“It’s Gabriel here.” He answered. And it was. He actually came to like his name in Storybrooke quite a bit. So yeah, he responded to Gabriel a lot more at the moment. Still he knew, he’d always be Kheelan to her. Her first lover. Not her last, it seemed.

“I’ll call the convent. They will want to know you’re awake.”

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It wasn’t exactly a curse, but more the effect of the preservation spell combined with the lack of her own magic that held her trapped in a state between life and death. Still Blue immediately felt the man’s presence when the poured dust landed on her skin.

Though it wasn’t enough to fully wake her up just yet, not as long as the wound on her palm was still fresh. In fact the preservation spell kept her body in the same state as it was days before and so prevented the cut from healing.

The dust failed. It failed. The one bit of rare magic he had, true love bottled in just a pure form that not even dark magic could taint it. She just resisted the most powerful magi he even knew of. It felt like something was being torn out of him. He never forgot her - because how could he? But at the same time he had thought this would hurt much less. Time was said to heal all wounds. It crusted the emotional scar humans gave him.

“Of course... only you would resist True Love. Should have known.” Of course a kiss would never have worked. If not even True Love could bring her back - he had no idea anymore what could. Nothing probably. If she was beynd saving, who were they to keep her? Why did they not let her fade? He made a decision, as selfish as it was selfless. Going through his back, he pulled out other vials.

“If you can’t come back, Blue... you can let go.” He wouldn’t hold her. But he would not make her. He would give her the choice to stay or go, fight or fade. With more dust, mixed, he broke the preservation spell, with another kind of dust he healed her body. Now it was up to her mind.

“If you don’t want to come back...” This time he used dust on her that wasn’t fairy dust, but a common drug from a plant. A painkiller, just to take off the edge of whatever pain she might feel, to allow her to either come back - or to let go with dignity and without pain. “It’s okay to let go.” And yet he felt his eyes sting with the threat of something he hadn’t felt in so long: Tears, true and honest tears. The selfish part of him wanted to beg her to stay, but the part of him that loved her more than he loved himself knew he had to give her this choice, because once he took a choice from her. Not again.

And then he began to pray, as a few tears fell onto her hand.

“In peace may you leave this shore. In love may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels. Until our final journey to the stars. May the light guide you home.”

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He had considered it for days. When he heard of Blues fate, he had considered going there to help her, them, the other fairies. But the banishment - it was in essence still a banishment even if he left himself - hurt in many ways. He helped one fairy to get back. But she, too, turned her back on him. Eventually, though, his heart won out, his true and deep down kind and loving heard.

When he walked into the shop, he knew of two options to wake Blue. Only one of them was foolproof. That was what he was holding in that very moment: A vial of what appeared to be white dust. But if you looked closely it was iridescent. Every imaginably color was laced through the dust, creating a magical glow. It was dust created through the essence of True Love. And True Love could break any curse. He made sure that nobody saw him when he entered Golds shop - what a joke to keep her there. Then he sprinkled some of the most precious dust on her and waited.

“Come back, Blue.”

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There was a simplicity of life when he hose to hide his wings. Kheelan usually wore a long robe around his shoulders so other fairies caught no glimpse of his useless wings. One was missing entirely, the other so broken he couldn’t use it anymore. He tended to walk unless he had no other choice but to fly.

Today he couldn’t wear the robe. He was situated in a dust mine, carefully picking up drops of dust that a deliverer dropped earlier. In her flight, she had basically dropped it everywhere.

“I will be shedding glitter for days.” he complained silently to himself, assuming another fairy would come soon to pick up the dust. Using one of his remaining two wings, he gently blew wind on the ground to make some of the dust fly and pick it up midair.

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Kheelan - Gabriel Burgund - Fairy

Once Upon A Time there was a fairy, a dust keeper keen on figuring out how to help people. The fairy, Kheelan was his name, wandered with humans, watching them, studying them. It was during that time that a human captured and tortured him, changing his spirit forever. It also left him permanently damaged: One wing had been ripped out and it never grew back. The other was so damaged it didn’t even fully function anymore. The two remaining wings couldn’t carry him anymore. From that moment on he was entirely dependent on using fairy dust to be able to fly. A once entirely light spirit, the dust keeper became disillusioned to the world.

When he met the Blue Fairy he was already tinkering with the fairy dust give. He tried to work with it, to manipulate magic into different directions so fairies wouldn’t have to get into dangerous situations anymore. He stopped fulfilling all wishes and became selective in them. It was against his worlds law. To spare Blue the pain of having to banish him, once banishment became apparent, Kheelan took his leave from Pixie Hollow and roamed the world. He kept on working on his dust. Encountering another dust keeper, banished for tempering with the dust, much like him, he joined forces with her. While she regainedher spot at the fairies, he had no intention of doing so. He was content where he was: A pirate, free to help whom he pleased and ignore whom he pleased. It was an easier life. Men started to follow the once-fairy, alligning themselves with him in different forms. He was the captain.

When the dark curse hit, he was leading his men towards the Queens castle, rushing as fast as he could to hopefully stop the curse or offer protection. He was too late.

And so Gabriel Burgun was born, a harbor worker, tending to ships of all kinds. A loner, with authority. Over the years he kept himself and his friends safe and close by. Hiding a stash of rare dust from the world. With magic back he went back to creating more. He felt it before most of the town did: Somethig huge was coming...

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“You make it sound as if it’s a bad thing!” Andrea protested with a chuckle. Perhaps it was sometimes, it wasn’t easy to live in a house full with girls, especially when two were pregnant. But she was quite certain that both Liam and Killian managed them more than well. “We can’t be blamed that we’re outnumbering you. But at least you have this precious baby boy as backup now.”

“Ah well yes.” Liam chuckled. “An important new little boy in our family. There was a lot of pink and princess style.” He gently kissed the boys head. “Not that I would be mad if you liked pink, buddy.” He wouldn’t be. “I love you no matter what. And you.” he kissed Hopes head, too. Then Andreas. “And you of course.”

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She had no idea. Andrea blinked a few times, the small smile on her face slowly turning into a frown. “She never said anything. I noticed on a few occasions that she was pale but she always blamed morning sickness on it. And since I was pregnant at the same time and went through it too, I trusted her. Gods… I could have helped her, I could have been there for her.” She felt really bad now. She should have noticed that something was wrong. But at least Liam did, he was always very observant. “You’re right. They’re both safe now, so it our son.” Andrea nodded. “He has all the time in the world to figure out the world. he’s not even a full day old.”

“I don’t think he’s going to wait for that.” Liam chuckled, looking down at his new son. “He doesn’t know there is a tomorrow, so he’s taking in all he can.” But the kid would learn there would be many tomorrows in this wonderful little loud family. He leaned over to kiss him. “I’m glad you’re a boy, kiddo. So many girls in our household, it was time for another boy to help us men stand up to the ladies. But don’t get me wrong. The girls are the bosses, still.”

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“What makes you think that? Emma was doing fine when she was pregnant with Hope. Why do you think we might have lost one or both of them by the end of the pregnancy?” She of course understood that he worried, hell she was worried too. “They’re both fine, Liam. More than fine. They’re healthy as well.” And that was how it was supposed to be. Their family being fine and growing. A smile appeared on her face as the baby boy opened his eyes as much as he could, a small yawn escaping him when Liam started to talk to him. “Maybe he is. He sure doesn’t cry as much as Hope did, that’s for sure.”

“Emma is... great at putting up walls, you know that. She didn’t want for us to worry. But I caught her sitting down often, pale as a sheet, out of breath from just going up the stairs, shaking like a leaf. She doesn’t remember most of her pregnancy with hope, but...there were those rare times when I thought she might pass out of me. The dogs alerted me to it sometimes.” And he just helped her and otherwise believed her, because Emma was sure it was nothing. “She said it was nothing, but.. I don’t think it was. Regardless. Hope is here and safe. And so is our baby boy... and look at him, quiet, happy. Seems like he’s already trying to figure out the world.”

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“We all were, Liam.” Especially Killian, who lost his mind over Emma’s condition, especially when she went through a blackout on what happened the previous past few months before the accident with the villain. It left both Liam and Andrea in panic as well for their little daughter, whom Whale only gave slight chances of surviving. But she pulled through wonderfully and was now a happy and lively blabbing baby.

“I don’t know.” Andrea shook her head lightly. “I suppose we never thought of the possibility of having another child after Emma offered to carry Hope for us.And my pregnancy was unexpected and surprising to say the least, and we worried more about me carrying the baby to term than possible baby names.”

“I have to admit, that I still think that if Emma had carried Hope to term, we might have lost one of them - or both.” With the way it looked, he was way too certain of it. It worried him to this day. He knew his brother and his wife still wanted kids. Hell he still wanted to add to their family, but he wanted to be sure it was safe first. He wouldn’t risk any of the girls lives ever again. “You are right. We were right worry warts there. And then four girls bursting with energy around us. The girls sure as hell inherited yours and Emmas spirits. Never a dull moment with any of you.” He looked down at the body. “Maybe you are a bit more like me. A bit more on the quiet side? Are you?”

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“Of course I am surprised! I did keep on saying that True Love will eventually help, but I had my doubts as well. Especially because of what a rocky start we had.” It was in the past now, but still, it was a rough time for them. She watched father and son together, a small smile on her face as Liam approached the bed and sat down next to her. “Hope was even smaller I think. She was born way before she should have been.” Andrea sat hope in her lap, so the baby girl could see her brother. “We need to figure out a name for him.”

Considering how hard his brothers wifes third pregnancy was - they seemed to get increasingly harder and more dangerous - he actually had the feeling that Emma being beaten up and having to have Hope early might have saved them both. He just never voiced his suspicion. He actually felt like he was watching Emma deteriorate with every passing day.

“Don’t remind me of that, please. I was terrified. For both of them.” And it still hadn’t settled with him on how close they cam to loosing them both. “Aye, we should. How come we never managed to agree on a name for a little boy?”

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