Retrace Your Steps - Leroy & Mr. Gold
Gold hurried over to the globe, narrowing his eyes at it as the blood swirled into a map. His lip curled, revealing gritted teeth in frustration of what it showed.
"…Well…what were we expecting?" He muttered, more to himself than to Dreamy, "…Storybrooke. That’s what it’s showing, Storybrooke, Maine.” He repeated scathingly, turning away from the globe in anger. “The Blue Fairy can’t take Nova anywhere else without risking losing her own memory. Wherever she is holding her, it’s right here. And we are running out of time…” Gold grabbed his cane, making to leave the boat. “Regina and I took the fairy dust from the mines. There’s none left in Storybrooke. The amount in the mines would not have been enough but…with a huge quantity of fairy dust, one could, in theory, create a portal large enough to transport all of us back to the Enchanted Forest. It was never a viable option because we did not have such a quantity…but there are ways to make fairy dust…” Gold rounded on Dreamy, giving him a patronising wink, “The clue’s in the name.”
Dreamy began to slip away, the heaviness of the moment making Grumpy want to spit out rebuttals at Gold. Why couldn't he find anything more specific? He hadn't gone through all of this crap just to be told something that meant nothing. Storybrooke was a hell of a lot bigger than anyone could really comprehend. Something about the magic probably but -- oh. The blood on the globe vanished the more Grumpy began to seep through, pushing Dreamy back into the depths of his mind. It was then that he became aware of a throbbing in his skull. Dreamy kept fighting against him, wanting to help find Nova, to keep an open mind about everything.
"You're telling me that we wasted all of that time to tell us nothing more than we already knew?" he bit out angrily, not sure if he was more frustrated with the Dark One or with his head. It wasn't until Gold explained about the fairy dust that Grumpy stopped caring about Dreamy, or his pounding head. His heart dropped into his stomach as he stared blankly at the old man. "Blue wouldn't do that," his voice was hollow, and even as he said the words he knew they were a lie. The fairy would do whatever she had to to get what she wanted. Even break a fairy's heart, to tear apart true love. "How would she do that?"












