Fuelled By Love: Chapter Two
Thank you for the love you have given to the start of this story. If you've not read it yet, you can do so here: Chapter One.
Chapter Two takes a darker turn with Killian seeking revenge, Emma shucking her status as sheriff's daughter, and some very hot moments involving 'Hook'.
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Fuelled by Love
Chapter Two
In the first few days after Killian left, Emma was quieter than usual. She moped around the station and when her dad asked her what was wrong she denied anything was up. Emma knew he didn't believe her but she wasn't ready to admit about hers and Killian’s relationship just yet.
It was torture listening to Killian take on the persona of James. He did it so well it made her realise she knew nothing of the man; after all, they'd only known each other a few weeks before he and his brother Liam left to go undercover, investigating the most notorious crime gang. The more she listened, the more she threw herself deep into the work, cutting out her family and friends.
David gave her a week before he cracked. It happened one evening over a dinner prepared by her mom. “That's it, Emma. Your mom and I are used to you and your moodiness, but this is next level. You've never slammed a plate down so hard it almost broke.”
Emma looked apologetically over towards her parents but remained silent.
“I think what your dad's trying to say,” her mom went on to say, “is that we know you and Killian grew close before he left. I can only imagine what it's like to be separated from the person you've grown to care for.”
“Was I that obvious?” Emma asked, quietly.
“Only to us, sweetie,” David replied as he moved around the table to give his only daughter a hug.
Mary Margaret took hold of her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Have you heard from him yet?”
Emma shook her head. “We were giving them both a week to settle in before they needed to start checking in every other day. They're both wearing a high tech hidden mic, though, so I've heard they've both been accepted into the gang. I think that's part of the issue. He's taken to being in a biker gang with far too much ease.”
“I can assure you there was nothing untoward on his background check. This is meant to be undercover ops, he needed to be convincing,” David reminded her.
“I know. I did a check on my systems too and it came back clean. I guess I just miss him.”
As if he'd heard her, at that moment Emma’s phone buzzed with an unknown number.
Unknown: 🧈☕ All good here. 🪝🏴☠️🌹
It only took Emma a second to realise who sent the text, and to decipher the emoji code. He was referring to her as Buttercup, a nod to her tattoo. The rose was for the rose he gave her on their date.
As the smile crept across their daughter's face, David and Mary Margaret knew that Killian had made contact. They watched with their own smiling faces as Emma messaged back.
Buttercup: Glad to hear. 🪝🏴☠️ Don't do anything I wouldn't do. 😏 Talk soon.
“So that was Killian. Both he and Liam are ok.” As Emma told her parents this, she felt so much more relaxed.
They were able to enjoy the rest of the meal with more conversation than they'd had all week. Things were looking like they were going to be ok again.
~♡~
Things were fine for a few months. Killian and Liam checked in with Emma and Graham with militaristic regularity. Often it was a simple text, but whenever he could, Killian preferred to call Emma.
During the calls, Killian and Emma shared more of their lives with each other. This served to draw them closer to each other.
One particularly lengthy call had Killian almost disclosing three words to her that he swore he'd not say to her until they were back in each other's arms.
“I miss you so damn much, J,” Emma told him, barely holding back the tears.
“Aye, love me too. But I've told you countless times that I'm a survivor.”
“I know, but I still worry you're going to do something reckless, or get caught up in something that's going to go wrong. I just can't shake this bad feeling.”
“You know I can't promise that things aren't going to go wrong, but I can promise I'll stay as safe as I can.”
“I know. Now you better go before I say something that'll get you into trouble. Speak soon.”
“As you wish, darling.”
Emma melted at the words of endearment. They were from one of her favourite films which she'd mentioned to Killian recently. He knew the secret meaning behind them.
After they hung up, Emma got herself ready for bed.
The following day, Emma and Graham sat listening in when the unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang out. The anguished cry from Killian made Emma's blood run cold.
Graham knew at that point that the mission had not gone to plan and there was only one way to rescue it now. One of them was going to need to go in and pull the surviving Jones brother out.
~♡~
“Belle, Li?! You've been fucking the gangland boss’s wife? You know, the one we're meant to be investigating and putting away for good? That Belle?”
“Look I know you have your opinion about this, but not all of us have a beautiful girl waiting for us back home.”
“You know about Emma and me?”
“Of course I do. You're my little brother. I can see how happy you were when she came into your life, and how heartbroken you were to leave. So let's just get this job done and get you back to her.”
“So does that mean you'll stop fucking the boss’s wife?”
“I didn't say that now, did I?”
Killian shook his head. “Well on your head be it.”
Killian slumped against his door as he took a long draw from the bottle of rum. He still couldn't get over what had happened and where things had gone wrong. He was so angry he found himself wanting to do the only thing he could think of. Killian vowed there and then to avenge his brother's death.
As he took another swig from the bottle, he sighed as he thought of Emma and how pissed off with him she'd be for going dark. Before he could second guess himself he took off the microphone that had been hanging on the chain around his neck with the other charms, and stamped on it hard enough to break it. He then threw the burner phone across the room smashing it into bits.
“I'm sorry, love,” he whispered into the empty space around him. “This is something I have to do.”
He finished the bottle, a silent rage coursing through his body. He knew he needed to be smart about it though; he needed to stay alive long enough to get the revenge his brother deserved.
Days passed since he was forced to witness his brother and Belle being shot, and Killian sank deeper into his new persona. James has a rough edge to him, so the addition of being grief stricken and pissed off with Gold, for multiple reasons, only served to feed into the harshness. He stopped shaving and allowed his hair to grow longer than he'd had it before.
He was still undercover, but the methods he fell into using were less than admiral. Without the guiding force of Liam, Killian had decided to use any means necessary to bring the gang down, even if it meant crossing boundaries he didn't know if he'd be able to come back from.
The single women that hung around the bar the bikers used as their base of operations noticed this change in James. There was one in particular who'd taken a shine to him, and there'd be plenty of time for forgiveness later. Now was the time to get answers.
Tink was a fiery, petite blonde. In fact, she was so much like his blonde haired beauty back in Storybrooke it was scary. Yet, as James, Killian didn't dwell on that for too long. He did, however, try to keep it relatively innocent with enough heavy petting during make out sessions with her to keep up appearances and develop his reputation as the man who knew how to keep his woman satisfied.
By developing this relationship with Tink, he was able to continue to gather more evidence. It didn't take long before the guilt of what he was doing, and the fact he'd gathered enough evidence, allowed Killian to decide that it was time for James to let Tink go.
“It's probably for the best, James. Your heart never seemed fully in it. You got a girl hidden away somewhere or something?” Tink took getting dumped by the hottest biker in the gang with surprisingly good grace.
James itched behind his ear, a nervous twitch of his that he couldn't shake off even in this persona. “Ah…” he really didn't know how to respond.
Tink laughed. “She's one lucky lady, James. Now let's head back to the bar. I hear there's a new bar person starting today.”
He followed Tink on his bike and when they arrived back at the bar, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “You're one helluva lass, you know that darling? Let me buy you a goodbye drink?”
Tink giggled and nodded.
It was only then Killian looked towards the bar, his emotions running wildly through him when he saw who was standing behind it, staring across at him and Tink.
~♡~
Emma stood behind the bar when Killian walked in. Their eyes locked.
He sauntered cockily over to her. “So, love, what's your name?” he asked as he took her hand and kissed it.
Emma resisted grabbing her hand back as she glared at him. Realising that people were looking at them, she smiled at him giving him her best sultry look. It clearly worked as she saw his eyes darken. She smirked as she finally answered him. “I'm Wendy, and you are?”
“James Rogers, at your service.”
“Well, James, can I get you a drink?”
“I'll take a rum, neat and you in the pool room.”
Emma raised her eyebrow but played along.
When she went to present Killian with his drink he'd already gone. So she went to find him.
Emma didn't know whether to slap Killian or kiss him for what he'd put them all through. So, when she found him in the pool room leaning against the pool table with one leg crossed over the other, she walked straight over to him. He clearly thought his luck was in as he went to open his mouth to start talking whatever BS he was going to tell her. Emma didn't want to hear it. She placed the glass on the table, raised her right hand and slapped him.
As it connected to his left cheek Killian didn't even flinch. Instead he grabbed her hips as Emma grabbed his lapels. He groaned as he was pulled towards her waiting lips. It was like coming home.
Swiftly he changed their position so Emma was now pressed against the table.
Almost as soon as this happened she pushed him away. “What the fuck? You can't just go all radio silent on me, on any of us, and expect to pick up where we left off. That's not fair.”
Killian stepped away and ran his fingers through his hair. “I know and I will explain, but not here. But for now can I say how much I’ve missed you and how much I want to make up for lost time, Wendy?” he said, with a wink.
“Fine, but I've got a job to do and I've been in here a very long time. People will talk.”
Killian knew what he said next would hurt her, but he had to say it. “Well, I do have a reputation to keep up with.”
“Huh. Well, James, we can't have your sluts to think you've let me go unsatisfied can we?” With that she launched herself at him and kissed him, hard. Her tongue ran along the seam of his mouth begging for access. He readily granted it and the kiss turned heated.
As they dry humped, he moved his mouth from her lips down her neck towards her ample tits.
Once again Emma pulled away, smirking. “I better get back to the bar,” she said, breathlessly. “But I'll come by your apartment tonight and we'll talk.”
Killian nodded, mutely. He was too riled up to speak, wanting nothing more than to take Emma there and then, quick and dirty, bent over the pool table.
“Oh, and James?” Emma said using his pseudonym. “I'm so sorry to hear about your brother.”
Killian nodded, taking a swing of his rum. “Aye love, you and me both.”
At his apartment when they finally reconnected, she accidentally called him Sir. This made him impossibly hard. He liked it and insisted she call him that throughout their interlude and whenever they're together. He in turn called her Buttercup. “I'm going to need you to give me a safe word, love. I've not been with anyone since we were last together and hearing your voice was torturous.”
“But all the women who hang on to your every word, and some quite literally to your body?”
“We'll talk about that later, aye? Fuck now, talk after. Now give me that safe word, Buttercup, and hold on to something.”
Emma gave one to him, held on to the headboard, and braced herself for the onslaught. As soon as Killian’s mouth latched on to her clit and he sucked hard, Emma knew she'd made the right decision. She also knew that her plastic vibrating cock was never going to satisfy her ever again.
As if knowing what she was thinking, Killian looked up from between her legs and said, “No more toys for you, darling. You'll come to me for all your carnal desires and I'll see to them.”
Emma nodded.
“Use your words!” he demanded.
“Yes, Sir!”
“That's better. Now get up on your knees and face the headboard.” Killian licked her core before plunging his fingers deep into her. He felt her clench and he could tell she was close. He continued his ministrations until she squirted into his mouth. Killian drank like a man starved. “You taste divine, Darling.”
Still shaking, Emma collapsed on the bed beside him as Killian stripped. Taking a condom from his wallet he fitted it to his painfully firm dick. Emma smirked as she watched him ready himself, but Killian was in no mood for playfulness. He dragged her to the edge of the bed, chuckling when Emma let out a squeal of surprise. Bracing his legs against the side of the bed, Killian entered her with one hard thrust.
They both let out loud, guttural groans.
Before he gave her a chance to adapt to his long, girthy cock, Killian began thrusting. He was brutal and he didn't care. A part of him was broken now and he needed to fuck it out of him. He dared to take a glance down at her face. He was surprised to see she was enjoying herself.
“Just let go, Killian. I'm good.”
He snapped. Almost as quickly as he started he stopped. “You'll call me, Sir, Buttercup.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That's much better. Now I want to see those lovely tits bouncing as you ride me,” he demanded.
Emma moved out of the way as Killian climbed onto his bed, then pulled her into a deep and dirty kiss as she climbed onto his cock.
She began moving slowly and sensually, fully intending to drive him wild. Every so often she'd lean down to kiss him.
“Please, love. Do as I've asked? Please?” he begged.
Emma knew she'd won her Killian back when he'd started to beg, so she rewarded him by raising herself up on her haunches, planted her feet on either side of his toned thighs, braced her hands on his hips and started to bounce on his dick. She immediately saw his eyes glaze over.
“Fucking stunning, Darling. You, your body, your tits. You're bloody gorgeous love.”
She dropped back to her knees, feeling her orgasm draw close. She rocked faster with Killian's help. When she came, Emma screamed her release.
Killian roared as he followed immediately behind Emma's orgasm. He caught her as she collapsed onto him. Ever so gently, he rolled her off him. “Be right back, my love.”
Killian disposed of the used condom and brought back two wash cloths to clean themselves up with.
As they lay together in the afterglow, Emma couldn't help but comment, “So you've really not slept with anyone since we were last together?”
Killian laughed freely for the first time in months. “I've not been a saint, I did have a reputation to maintain, you have to know that?”
A pang of jealousy ran through Emma's veins.
“But, love, I couldn't bring myself to sleep with any of those skanks. I know I went dark, but I never forgot you, love.”
“Good.”
“You do realise that we still have a mission, and to do that I'm going to need to flirt with them. But I've a plan. I meant what I said about using the secret words, and you'll know I'm talking about you whenever I say the word, Buttercup.”
Emma nodded in understanding. She wanted to find out what happened to Liam, but now was not the time to ask.
~♡~
The following day when Emma arrived for her shift at the bar she couldn't see any of the men anywhere, just the petite blonde she'd seen Killian with his arms around yesterday, and another taller woman with black hair. She couldn't help but wonder how far Killian had taken it with the blonde when she heard the black haired woman laugh. Emma's head whipped around to look at the pair, and she had to rein in her feelings when the woman had the audacity to lick her lips and wink.
Putting on her best game face, Emma walked across to them. “Can I get you another drink?”
“I'm good for now,” Tink replied. “How about you, Tiger Lily?”
Tiger Lily assessed the newest member of the crew, her eyes roaming Emma's body in a way she found exposing.
“Nah, I'm all good too. I'll just powder my nose before the boys get back.”
“I'm telling you, James's only got eyes for this newbie now. You don't stand a chance,” Tink called out as Tiger Lily walked away.
Tiger Lily turned on the spot, winking in Emma's direction again. “A girl can have dreams.”
“As long as that's where they stay,” Emma commented under her breath.
She clearly wasn't quiet enough, however, since Tink turned on her seat smirking. “James never truly let go with any of us, you know that Wendy. And I know why. You two know each other don't you?”
Emma sensed that could trust this lady. “If I say yes, you can't tell a soul here. We need to keep it a secret.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Tink said, putting a cross across her heart with her finger.
“I hope it won't come to that, but thank you. Right, I better get back behind that bar, you know how picky the boss can be.”
Tink nodded. “Stay safe and please protect James's heart. He lost his way after his brother's shooting. But something tells me that you already have his heart secured and he yours.”
Emma nodded in silent acknowledgement before making her way back to the bar, just in time for the doors to open.
Killian couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Emma standing at the bar. She was barely wearing the outfit she'd chosen to wear today. It appeared to be a leather bra and mini skirt combo, which under normal conditions he'd appreciate but in this skanky biker bar? Not so much.
“Oy James, check out the new bar lass,” fellow former Brit and all round nuisance Will said at the top of his voice.
This made the other members of the gang take notice and they started saying some exceptionally crude comments that made Killian's blood boil. Before he could jeopardize the mission, he found himself breaking free of the group, walking towards the bar and pulling Emma away from it. “You're coming with me Wendy, darling. I think it must be time for your break.”
Ignoring the catcalls and jeers that sounded from the entire group of occupants in the bar, Emma followed Killian out to where he'd parked Hook. Silently she complied when he handed her a helmet, and climbed up behind Killian when he was ready for her. She shook with anticipation with what the plan was, but trusted Killian to keep them safe.
Emma felt the tension flooding through Killian and she figured she knew what had triggered it, but she wanted to have a bit of fun too before Killian told her what was up. So, reaching further round and down, she skimmed her hand down his abdomen towards his cock. She found it to be hard already.
“What the fuck? Are you trying to get us killed, love? I'm already so wound up after seeing you almost wearing those clothes. The last thing I need is you playing with me as I'm driving us somewhere secluded.” Killian shouted this over the roar of the bike's engine, but he knew Emma heard him when she moved her hand back up to his waist.
Eventually, Killian pulled off the road, slowly riding the bike into a wooded area. “None of the others ever come here so there's no chance of us being seen. Or you being heard, love, when you call out my name,” he chuckled darkly before swinging his legs off the bike.
Emma was just about to do the same when a firm hand stopped her. “Bloody hell! That scrap of fabric covering your nether regions isn't leaving a lot to the imagination. Was it your intention to drive me crazy with want every time you bent over?”
Emma nodded, but before she could open her mouth to say anything further Killian had planted a firm kiss to her lips and ran his fingers over her centre. There he found that the scrap of lace was now soaked with desire. “Christ Emma, you're dripping wet. Every time I get on this bike I'll only be able to smell you. I'll be hard as a rock!”
Emma smirked, feeling proud and powerful that she'd managed to bring this man, her colleague and owner of an alpha male alter ego, to a jibbering mess.
Killian soon regained his composure though, taking command once again. “Oh love, you'll pay for teasing me like this. Now swing your legs around and rest your back against the handlebars.”
Emma did so, her legs shaking with anticipation with what was going to happen.
“Worry not, darling. The bike is secure and you're in very good hands. Now relax and take your punishment like a good girl.”
Emma breathed deeply as Killian torturously slowly removed her lingerie, planting a feather light kiss on her core as he did. She watched, fascinated as he pocketed her panties and winked. It was the only warning she got before he dived in between her legs head first and lapped up her juices like a man who'd be walking the desert and needed to quench his thirst. When she came she almost blacked out, but was aware enough of Killian kissing her. He tasted of her and she found she craved more of it, pulling his lips deeper to her.
Pulling away from the dirtiest kiss of his life, Killian laughed again. “Oh darling, I'm not finished with you just yet.”
Stripping out of his leather pants and tight boxers, he gave his cock a few pumps. He was already painfully hard and he knew his lover was more than ready for him. Climbing onto the bike with Emma laid out in front of him like she was almost had him spilling his seed over the seat, but somehow he managed to restrain himself. He entered her at a controlled pace that set both of them on edge almost straight away. When he was fully balls deep, he took a gentle but firm grip of her hips, raised up slightly then started fucking her at a pace that he knew was going to make them both come quickly.
As he watched Emma's tits bouncing in the leather bra, her eyes bright with desire and lips calling out his real name, Killian knew he was done for. He felt his orgasm rolling through his body like a freight train and when Emma fingered her clit furiously, he knew she was right there with him. Emma's muscles rippled around his cock, the slick warm heat pulling the orgasm from him. Killian cried out like a man possessed.
As the shockwaves ran through their bodies, Emma sat up in Killian's lap. They shared tender kisses that were the perfect juxtaposition to the rough fucking. The story of their life they were currently living and one they needed to claw their way out of.
~♡~
After they caught their breaths, Killian handed Emma a bottle of water and told her to consume it. Putting his jacket down, Killian sat on it then pulled Emma down next to him. “I'll be keeping these, my love,” Killian whispered in Emma's ear. “They're positively indecent. The only person that gets to see that cunt and ass is me. Do you understand?”
“Killian,” Emma began, “if you keep them, how am I supposed to stay decent? Oh, and I have to say, you're really hot when you're commanding.”
“Really?” Killian replied, raising an eyebrow.
“Yep. Now on our way back I want to drop by the tattoo parlour. I've had an idea that I want to get done.”
“Care to share?” Killian requested.
“You'll see soon enough. Now about me keeping myself decent?”
“Ah yes indeed.” Killian handed her his boxer briefs. “Wear these for now. But please when you're working and showing off those delightful legs, please can I request you wear underwear that keeps those bastards from peeking at your cunt.”
“Well, when you put it like that, yes I'll do it,” Emma said. Whilst she didn't usually let a man tell her what to do, this felt like a very different situation. She took the proffered briefs and donned them.
Looking across at Killian, she saw his eyes darken as lust overtook him once again. “You ok there?”
“Fucking hell, Emma. You're beautiful you know that, but my word you're hot wearing my undies.”
As Killian admitted his feelings to her, Emma noticed his dick becoming hard again and Emma offered to take care of it.
“I'll not have you on your knees in front of me like one of those cheap whores back at the bar.”
Realisation dawned on her and stray tears fell down her cheeks.
Killian kissed them away and suggested they do something he'd only ever do with her. He whispered his plan in her ear before kissing his way down her cheek to her neck.
Emma sighed, melting into his touch. “You know I love you and I do trust you, Killian.”
“And I you, Emma.”
Her heart stuttered at the sound of him using her given name, yet still she continued with what she needed to tell him. “Let me finish, please. I love you and trust you, but that, what you've just suggested, is something we need to build up to. That said, I'll not leave you riled up. Get up,” Emma commanded him.
“Fuck… has anyone told you you're hot when your issuing commands?”
Emma shook her head, biting her bottom lip.
“Well you are,” Killian replied, doing as he was told.
“Now get on your bike. I'm going to face away from you and ride you so every time you ride your bike you'll only ever think of me.”
“Oh, Nolan. I'm already done for given your scent is all over the seat. I'll be hard just looking at the damned thing now.”
Emma laughed. “Just get on it and prepare to be ridden, aye?”
“You may mock my accent, darling. But I'll have the last laugh when I make you see stars again.”
This time when they came together it was less frantic, but just as passionate as the previous times.
Killian groaned and couldn't help fondle Emma's arse, gently rubbing his thumb around her puckered hole. “Just imagine the day this is my cock instead of my thumb.”
“Oh fuck!” Emma moved with purpose, hands gripping the handlebars for balance. “So close, Killian.”
Thinking quickly he moved his fingers from her arse to her clit. Still slippery from their last coupling they glided rapidly over the engorged nerve. Emma shook in his arms, babbling incoherently. “That's it, my love, just let go.”
Her whole body tensed up before a burst of energy exploded throughout her limbs. Pinpricks of light shone behind her eyelids before she felt herself going limp. Emma was aware enough of a pair of strong arms catching her before she fell.
~♡~
As they redressed, they remained lost in their own thoughts until Emma cleared her throat.
“So that was…. intense”
“Aye, it was.”
“We should talk.”
“I've found that when a woman says that, I'm not in for a pleasant conversation.”
“On the contrary. I just think we've been in a very strange situation very early on in our relationship.”
“I agree, love. I was actually going to ask you out on a proper date when we get back home.”
“Sounds great. In that case, shall we wrap this whole thing up and go home?”
“Aye love. So, Nolan… care to share with me what tattoo you're thinking of?”
“Patience. Get me there and then I'll tell you.”
Killian growled, making Emma laugh.
They rode to the tattoo studio where Emma explained to the artist her idea. An hour or so later she was ready for the big reveal.
When Killian saw it, he was breathless. It was of a hook and a buttercup surrounded by an anchor, situated on the top edge of her left breast over her heart.
“This way whenever I have to wear these clothes you'll know I'm only thinking of you.”
Killian merely nodded, completely speechless.
~♡~
Back in Storybrooke, Graham leapt out of his seat and ran out of the evidence room ready to greet his boss.
“At ease, Officer,” David chuckled.
Graham was far from relaxed after what his colleagues had just put him through, but tried his best to calm his frayed nerves down.
“The DA’s office says we've enough evidence to issue a raid order. I would like to pull my daughter and Killian out before that happens. That boy has lost enough already.”
“Yes, Sir, leave that with me and I'll get the message to them. It'll be down to them how they execute the command to leave,” Graham told his boss. “I just really hope they remember our code for this,” he added under his breath, more to himself than to David.
David started making his way to the evidence room. “It's my turn for a quick shift before I head home and Robin takes over.”
Graham couldn't let him do that, knowing he'd see the stopped recording and start asking questions. “I honestly don't object to doing another hour or so. It'll give me time to send the message to them and collate the final bit of evidence from today. Why don't you go home early, see Mary Margaret and tell her the good news.”
David smiled gratefully at him. “Mary Margaret has really missed Emma, she could do with this boost that it's almost over. Thanks Graham, I'll not forget this.”
Graham just nodded his head, thinking that David wasn't the only Nolan who owed him a favour. He braced himself as he entered the room again, thankful that all he heard was the dull roar of the bike's engine. He hit record and started looking for where they'd written the extraction code down. Upon finding it he composed the message from the burner phone they used for check-ins. Firstly to Emma an innocuous message that could easily be passed off as a wrong number.
Unknown number: Your Granny has taken a turn for the worst and you're needed at home. Hope to see you soon.
Then to Killian, using the new number that Emma had managed to send him the number of, a slightly different but equally as innocent one.
Unknown number: Hey. Not seen you in ages. Hope you're ok. I would love to see you soon.
When Graham hit send on both messages, he sat back and hoped his colleagues read between the lines and got themselves back to Storybrooke safely.






















