“Good! They’d think we’re crazy, and…that’s not a good feeling.”
Ah, poor kiddo.
So, in the end, Charming had called Regina.
Desperate indeed!
But Regina had been trying to redeem herself, trying to make herself worthy of her son, trying to show Henry that she could change for the better.
Riiiiight, Regina.
but there was no telling when that would change.
And it happens faster than a Superman spin-change too.
“Magic’s back, and Gold’s been squirreling away magical items for probably the entire twenty-eight years of the curse. If these strangers find any of those items, if they stumble down to the mines and find any of the leftover detritus of our old world, it could be catastrophic.”
Kinda surprised she hasn't gone to roast them alive with a fireball...thank God she has Henry to keep her temper in check.
Letting out a mirthless chuckle, Charming manufactured a grin. “Great. Things just never let up around here, do they?”
Yeah, but Gold's not stupid enough to murder L&C. Murder/missing persons in the area would draw more of the real world into Storybrooke.
But wishes didn’t come true, not anymore, not until the dwarves found the diamonds that the fairies could use to replenish their own magic and power their wands.
Love this.
Actually, the only ‘normal’ sheriff he remembered was Emma, and he had a feeling that most of what had happened while she was sheriff in Storybrooke hadn’t exactly been normal fare by this world’s standards.
Ahem...
“We’d love one. Thanks. Oh, and by the way, mind if I ask you a question. Yesterday, I thought I saw a man without an arm. As if he’d just lost it. You know anyone like that?”
I love you, Lois!
Gold would have been better at this; he was able to spin words and truths so adeptly that he never once lied and never once conveyed the absolute truth.
Hey! I know someone else like that!
This Clark Kent had the same kind of eyes.
Interesting and I love it.
On a good day, he was never sure he could live up to their expectations; on bad days like this, he was *sure* he was going to fail them.
Not unlike being a king...
“I could really use some good news,” he said aloud before starting up the car and pulling out into the street, headed once more for Gold’s shop.
Um...a really hot and awesome super hero is in town? What? I tried...
It had been bad enough at the stables yesterday, finding blood on the hay in a stall, smelling the stench of tears and more blood and some kind of hospital sterilizer or fluid Clark couldn’t put a name to, seeing the dents in the wood door, as if someone had been locked inside the stall and had pounded uselessly to be let out.
Ah, was wondering if they'd managed to sneak a peek.
nothing here works the way it does in Metropolis or anywhere normal.
Metropolis counts as someplace normal?? Well, compared to Storybrooke...I guess...
And then we *quietly* go out and try to find out why everyone in this entire town thinks they come straight out of a fairytale.
You may not like the answer to that, Clark.
“It was,” Granny interjected gruffly. “And wolves are dangerous.”
Well, she is right about that!
It had brought both Lois and Clark up short, and Clark had been only more surprised when further questioning revealed that apparently no one in Storybrooke had ever heard of Superman.
Sorry, Clark, the post office couldn't find Storybrooke to drop off the fan club kits.
“I don’t mean to sound vain or anything, but Superman’s been around for two years and has been in the news in every country. But there’s a small town in Metropolis’s backyard that’s never even heard of him?”
Not vain, Clark. Totally legit question.
“Alien,” Lois said, as if she’d never said the word before in her life. As if she weren’t looking into the eyes of an alien at that very moment. “That’s why you want to back off. That’s why you’re so scared.”
Ding! Ding! Ding! We *have* a winner!
Even if didn’t hate lying, he couldn’t have, not with Lois’s hand on his arm,
Love this whole section.
You’re not an alien, Clark. *This* is your home, Earth, Metropolis, out there with Jonathan and Martha and Perry and Jimmy and…and *me*. You don’t need them. You already belong.
Beautiful! <hugs Lois>
When he found where everyone had gone, it was all at once. One instant, it was silent and still, the next there was a roar, a seething morass of sound and movement and light that pricked straight into his brain with painful intensity at the level of telescopic vision he’d been employing.
A wolf hunt!
She was also chained with iron manacles to a heating pipe.
At the cliffhanger, not at Belle being chained, mind you!
Love how much Clark has figured out (the fairytale stuff) and how honest he's being with Lois (and that she's smart enough to realize his fears). Another excellent part. A couple more days and I will be able to read more - can't wait!
