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“You don’t know?” The Evil Queen said with fake shock as she took a sip from her teacup. The Dark One had gone soft with that girl she met on the road, who was now in her dungeon. But she wanted him to suffer. This power play of theirs was finally swinging in her favor. Now it was time to see how easily he would believe her. “After she got home, her fiancé had gone missing. And after her stay here, her... "association" with you, no one would want her, of course. Her father shunned her, cut her off, shut her out.”

Jonathan couldn’t help feeling...happy. It wasn’t right, to feel happy, but it didn’t matter, did it? He could wake up, look at himself without fear or self-loathing. The scars Leo had left on him, so long ago, didn’t seem like something to be ashamed of. He had Robert, his Robie. They were a team, partners, and Jonathan knew that no matter the scars he’d come into town with, Robie had loved him.

Today, Jonathan wasn’t working in the buttondown he’d hid behind for so long, but a more simple collared T-shirt. After all, what did he have to hide? It looked professional, and if somebody asked about his scars, he could say. But more often than not, people didn’t. They knew he was Robie’s, and somehow that excused much of it

Things were changing in the town. More and more people were coming into the shop, though what had brought it on, Jonathan didn’t know and didn’t care. Business was business, and he was happy to help.

“Hello, miss!” he said to the young woman entering the shop. “Looking for anything in particular today?”

Alice was restrained on a table, once the doctors had left. They didn't want her getting any more bright ideas. She turns her head to the sound of his voice. "Yeah.." She comments. "Where are you?"

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One moment he was shaking hands with Hela, making a deal that would bring him back to the world of the living, rushing towards the ground from at least fifty feet in the air. Had he not landed on, and broken, a tree Loki would have been amused by Hela’s antics. Normally a fall like that would be nothing, but although he’d been revived by the Goddess of Death, the injuries that had killed him had not been fully healed. 

Wonderful.

Just standing up caused almost every part of his body to ache, but Loki gritted his teeth and climbed out of the crater his fall had created. He hadn’t gotten very far before he had to sit and try to heal himself. It was usually an easy task, but his magic hadn’t fully returned.  

The Trickster God was going to be of no help to anyone in this condition. If he was going to get back to his brothers, or at least locate the Avengers, he’d need to be able to move with ease. Who knew how far Hela had dropped him from New York. Eyes closed, Loki tried a simpler magic, switching to his female form and switching to some Midgard appropriate attire in the process. This worked, but the injuries remained. At least the black turtleneck she was now wearing hid most, if not all of her injuries.

Regina walked into the Dark Castle with a wave of her hand. A smug smile came across her face as she walked in and saw the Dark One slowly moving his wheel. “Flimsy locks Rumple. I have something to discuss with you...”

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Belle needed a job. While Granny’s was great, she wanted to do something that made a bigger impact on someone’s life than getting someone their breakfast. That’s when she noticed a want ad in the paper for a nanny for a young boy. She had always been good with kids, so why not? With that, she picked up the phone and dialed the number.