Title: Toast's to the real world
Word Count: 703
Rating: PG13 lots of alcohol
Song: No Such Thing by John Mayer , I chose this song because I felt some of the lyrics could go well in the story I had in mind.
Characters/Pairings: Emma and Jefferson/Hatter
Spoilers for season finale
Summary: Jefferson and Emma share a drink
"Welcome to the real world." He said to me condescendingly as he opened the door to his mansion. "To what do I owe this pleasure Sherriff?" Jefferson or I suppose the Mad Hatter said, I could see the glare in his eyes.
"I just wanted to come and say that I'm sorry." I lifted the bottle of Whisky , "and to maybe help drown some of your sorrows." He moved out of the way and led me inside his house. I surveyed the surroundings of the mansion I had only been in once before, when Jefferson had kidnapped me and tried to convince me of the curse that I couldn't believe in. Scraps of fabric were shredded to bits on his table, the telescope that was his looking glass to view Grace was exactly where he had left it.
Jefferson had thought that once the curse was broken his daughter would return to him but a few things went awry. Where Grace's memories had come back, Jefferson had always had his memories and his memories drove him crazy. Though the curse was broken so was Jefferson and this man wasn't the father that Grace remembered, instead of moving in with him like he had hoped, she chose to remain with her new family and the sense of familiarity they provided her with.
Jefferson set two glasses on the table, I cracked open the bottle and poured us both a drink. He held up his glass in a toast and I mirrored him, "To wishing for better things and creating tiny tragedies, I guess now it's really only up to my memories because that's about all I have at this point." His glass hit mine and he swallowed the liquor quickly. I choked back my own drink and filled both of our glasses again.
This time I held my glass up and he mirrored me, "Well I just found out there is no such thing as the real world, but it's all just a lie you've got to rise above," I paused, stuck in this moment in a situation that I couldn't fathom. A curse? Snow White and Prince Charming are my parents? Then again, here I am in a room with a man who is like me, torn between two worlds. A knowledge of one world we can never reach and the reality of this world we're in, "…something's got to be better on the other side." I swallowed my drink again and felt the fuzziness in my head as the alcohol started to affect my senses.
Jefferson filled our glasses and sat next to me on the couch, "When you came here Emma I knew that the curse would finally be broken. Somehow you would do it. I thought when I took you that day that I could force you to break the curse but I see I was so wrong now. It wasn't just you that I needed to break the curse but it was your love for Henry." Jefferson set his glass down and took mine from my hands and placed it next to his. He grabbed my hand, "Emma, I don't want you to think that I resent you because things didn't turn out my way, the thing that counts is Grace knows who she is now, she may not want to know this version of me yet but maybe in time she will." He looked at me with those piercing eyes and I felt mesmerized by them. Although I knew that Jefferson was crazy, now I knew why he was crazy and I really couldn't blame him for it. He drew me out of my thoughts when he reached for our glasses again, "So I want to toast to you Emma Swan, for saving us all and defeating the Evil Queen. You truly are a hero."
"Maybe I don't want to be a hero."
"I don't think it really matters what you want or don't want. I think at this point the only thing that matters is what you make of the situation." He looked at me, "So Emma what will you make of it?"
I downed my drink, "I think I'm gonna need another drink."