#reunion thread

Starter for @nobletoatea

The flipping of the switch comes with the closing click of the infirmary door.

Seeing Felix alive and recovering did a lot to ease the tension, let relief wrap around him like his favourite fur cloak. It had been soothing and comfortable after the frantic racing back to the monastery, thinking of nothing else but please be alright. Please be alright. Please.

But now, with time to actually think, he remembers all of what his father said. Gloucester’s heir. The soft expression that he’d worn on the way out quickly hardens, shoulders set as he marches down the hall with furious purpose. This time, students and monks step aside for him at once glance at his face, he doesn’t stop to listen to the group of girls whispering amongst themselves, image be damned.

He finds Lorenz in the courtyard, and his anger swells even at the sight of his shoulders and the back of that terrible undercut. He doesn’t care about any onlookers either as he approaches, reaching out to grab at Lorenz’s shoulder to spin him around before grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

“The hell were you thinking?” Sylvain roars. To their left, he distantly hears a mutter of ‘should we stop them…?’ but pays it no mind, twisting his wrist to shake the other student “Diplomacy? With Sreng? Are you mad? You could have gotten Fe- Everyone killed!”

Kai had forced himself through the crowd, despite struggling from the adults and the classmates that were taller than him. Blue eyes blinked as he saw the sight before him of his daddy hugging his papa as well- "Rose?... Rose.. Rose!" He spoke before cheering when it finally dawned on him as he ran up to her and grabbed her as tight as he could manage despite still being in his garrison uniform. He hid his face into her shoulder, quietly starting to sob at being able to see his sister again.

EXT. MAIN STREET - GRANNY’S DINER - MORNING

School had kept Snow exceedingly busy in recent days, but she was never too busy to want some hot chocolate with cinnamon.  And Granny made some of the best in Storybrooke.  And, with her pregnancy, her liking of hot chocolate with cinnamon had only increased.  Call it a pregnancy craving or just a regular craving, Snow didn’t care.

She was walking from the diner to her car, just taking in the views.  The weather was fairly decent, something she hadn’t expected for quite some time, especially with the snow monsters and what she would expect would be some secret snow witch somewhere in town.  But, with the decent weather, and the birds chirping away, Snow looked up to watch them fly over head before looking ahead and starting to walk again.

Three strikes you're out. 

That's how that game worked, wasn't it? Ms. Morstan, or he supposed Mrs. Watson now, had struck out several times. 

Letting Magnussen get to John and hurt him was strike one. The drugs, the fire... God how he had screamed and threatened her, and if not for her being engaged to John he might've killed her then and there for letting someone get their hands on him. SHe was supposed to be better than that, she was supposed to be the best. She made a shot from two rooftops over and struck a blood pack in his collar and she couldn't stop John from getting kidnapped and hurt? 

He scowled at the thought, raking fingers through his hair. 

Second was lying. She lied and lied and lied and never stopped with it. One was enough, the lie about who she was and what she did for a living, fine. But...but everything else?

And then actually attempting to kill Sherlock? Firing a gun and- How Sherlock survived that he'd never know, but she tried to take him from John again, and that wasn't part of their agreement. 

She was supposed to keep him safe, keep him right and make sure he was alright  and keep...keep him from rattling him apart. 

And then the baby, such a clever little ruse to get John closer, to keep him with her even after everything she'd done. 

This had gone far enough. 

Magnussen was dead -luckily for him Sherlock killed him quickly- but Jim wasn't going to allow this any longer. 

Time for Daddy to come home. 

The button was pressed, the message being displayed on every television in London and a text pinged on John's phone. 

Belle huffed irritatedly. God, she hated corsets. But as long as she was traveling under the governor's protection, she had to act and dress like a lady. That was one of the conditions she had been given after Rapunzel had saved her from the gallows. And it was the only way she could find the man she was looking for. She'd been traveling for the past five years, by land and by sea, searching. The ship she was about to disembark from had made port in a place she had been only once since becoming a privateer and then a pirate, and Belle was dressed in clothes that were definitely unfit for travel. But she was going to be staying in the house of a nobleman while she was here, so she had to look presentable. As she walked down the gangplank, a sailor followed, carrying her heavy trunk over his shoulder. She would have carried it herself, but being unable to breathe properly thanks to the corset she wore heavily restricted her ability to carry objects she would normally have been able to carry quite easily. Besides which, she hadn't been allowed to do any work aboard any of the ships she'd been a passenger on, and the sea-hardened muscles she used to have had waned without the constant upkeep.

The carriage ride to the Admiral's estate was bumpy and lengthy, but they reached it eventually. Belle was greeted by the head of staff and led to the parlor while her trunk was carried to the room where she would be staying while on the estate. After a few minutes of waiting, her host appeared. Admiral Gaston Pelletier hadn't changed at all since his rescue of her and Flynn six years before, other than the promotion through the ranks and a slight graying of his hair. Belle greeted him politely, then quickly retreated to her room, glad that he had accepted the excuse that she was tired from her journey. Once in her room, Belle settled by the window to gaze out on the estate's grounds. That's when he caught her eye.

She'd been given a room looking out over the stables and the riding area, and there was a man in that area right then. He was cantering a horse around the paddock, giving it its daily exercise. The man was dressed modestly, as any stable hand would be, but it wasn't his state of dress that had caught Belle's eye. It was his manner. There was something familiar about him. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Of course, she couldn't see his face clearly from her window, either, but...could it be? Could it really be...him? After all these years, had she found him again?

Tatia let her eyes glide over the huge amount of people walking by before letting a light sigh escape her dry lips. The streets of Stockholm were swarming with people - yet none of them appeared appealing to Tatia. Her apatite was growing, but not for human blood. She let out a low growl as she adjusted in her seat. Her sudden visit to Sweden was not purely random. Originally, the plan had been to meet an old friend, but due to certain circumstances, this friend was unable to show up. So here she was. Stuck in a cold city, not knowing exactly where she was located, wearing nothing more than her normal clothing and a thin jacket. Hell, no one told her Sweden was this cold. It was only still September for god's sake!

She was sitting outside a small café with a warm cup of tea infront of her. The cup was still full though, she'd only bought it as an excuse for taking a seat. Suddenly the empty cold air changed. Tatia's back straightened and her eyes widened. The aura that was now closing in on her was strong, even stronger than herself. This fact scared Tatia as she only knew of a few vampires her age - meeting any of them wouldn't be pleasant.

The first thought that rushed through her was out of pure fear. 'Mikealsons...' but as the aura grew she learned that it was more than just strong, it was familiar... She couldn't quite put her finger on where she'd felt it before. Her eyes searched the area but due to the huge amount of people she was unable to spot any familiar faces. Suddenly the aura was the most obvious thing in the world and a wave of rage flew over her.

"Eric." she whispered angrily