#masterofgoodform

Things were good for the most part. Chandler was older and much wiser now with the wild streak fulfilled. She graduated in the spring with her undergraduate for journalism and took a job with some big name magazine wanting travel stories. Chandler was finally in the place she needed to be- home. With a sigh the brunette proper her fresh painted feet up on the porch railing of her family home. Early fall winds swept through the open space and ruffled her hair, you could almost taste the salty water from the harbor. The street was busy as usual. Ruby and Granny scurried down with a wave, Neal honked as he drove by, even Mr. Gold gave a slight nod and faint “Dearie,” as he passed through. 

Four years ago Chandler was itching to get out of this. She wanted to run and be free, to leave the storybook behind. It had never been for her at the time because she had never been in it. She was not born in the Enchanted Forest but instead she was born in to a place just a magical. She was always on an adventure and being the hero in her own story. 

Her greatest story was about to start off. The Pirate Princess who was born and raised in the small quite town of Storybrooke, Maine has grown. No longer does she run and play when responsibility comes to the door. The Queen has truly arrived, one willing to fight for what is right, to lead others in the correct path, and to only use her magic for good. She had shed her baby face and grown in to a powerful gaze with strong features only a pirate would be proud of. 

Chandler made her way inside the house and settled in to the seat closest to the window. Emma and Killian sat with the new dog they got while she was at college. He wouldn’t admit it but everyone knew Killian was heartbroken over Chandler going all the way to Seattle for school instead of New York like her brothers. She gained so much from the both of them, it would take a lifetime to repay it. Instead she conjured a hot cup of tea and settled down in her chair. 

“Thank you,” She smiled over the steamy cup as her eyes met with her mothers. “Thank you for everything.”

“It’s not working out so we have to let you go.” 

No one seems to care that I have a newborn to take care of.

Emma wasn't a stranger in getting laid off from various jobs. It seemed to be a pattern that she was never going to break anytime soon. Arriving at her babysitter's house and writing her a check hurt even more knowing she wouldn't have a paycheck coming to cover it. The grocery store run she had to make after than hurt more as she had to carefully decide on the items she could do without and the items she needed, most of which were all for her child instead of buying herself some comfort food (except the pint of ice cream that was on sale when she needed it the most). 

She had a lot to handle upon parking right outside her apartment and was thankful to have a spot so close. Is that really the only good thing that has happened to me today? Emma sighed in her seat before looking in the back and smiled as she saw her daughter sleeping peacefully in her car seat. When her life wasn't going exactly planned or on the right course, Emma would always be grateful for the life she brought into the world. 

That joy she felt in that moment was gone as she struggled with the car seat and the bags of groceries. She had her hands full and lost some of her groceries on the pavement where profanity soon followed as people continued to walk right past her. 

None of this was right. Jolly missed her little job at Granny’s. She missed Storybrooke in general. The people were the same but nobody remembered a bloody thing; not since that cloud covered them and she woke up here. In some oversized apartment above what she gratuitously called a Gentleman’s Club.

Turned out, Jolly was a decent business owner.

But none of that mattered. All that mattered was how Killian--- or Officer Rogers as he was now known, kept ending up in her club to escort out the rubbish men that enjoyed starting trouble.

She never dared approach though. Why bother? He hadn’t a clue who she was or what she’d been to him. And Jolly wasn’t ready to deal with that sort of hurt head on. He’d been happy and now he always had a solemn look in his once bright eyes.

Agree!

I think that’s the thing though!

the curse was broken, the black fairy was gone and the battle was won. emma had never thought the day would come, she’d come to accept that she might die saving her family, saving storybrooke and that had been okay. henry would have had killian, regina and her parents and killian would still have the support of her family. but as it turned out that hadn’t been the outcome and there they all were crammed into granny’s finishing off the last of the feast set out onto the table. finally they were all at peace and at least for a while nothing was going to disrupt that. but there was something very important still on her mind. 

RP starters: Concern | status: accepting