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It's Already Here Chapter 2

Emma found herself tumbling through the air, then slamming painfully to the ground and tumbling over that until she fetched up against a tree. She lay there for a moment, stunned, as the noise of the portal vanished like a wind-tunnel slamming shut. As the ringing in her head began to clear, she craned her neck to check the surroundings. She was laying in the midst of a greenwood, with dense undergrowth and leaves blotting out the sky. There was no sign of anyone else. In fact - "Regina?"

"I'm here." Apparently the other woman had been blown past the tree Emma had crashed into. She pulled herself up and walked around, to see Regina already on her feet and scowling at the dirt and leaves sticking to her pantsuit. A flicker of dark mist washed over her clothes, leaving them spotless again. Regina winced briefly, and Emma felt something twinge inside her at the flux of magic.

"Go easy with that, will you? I know it's not as bad here, but-"

"I am quite capable of managing my use of magic, Miss Swan." Regina took a deep breath and looked around. "Did we come through where you were thinking of?"

Emma looked around carefully. "Well.....the trees don't look right, there's none of the big old ones I remember....."

"No, those would all have been destroyed by the first curse." Regina looked regretful for a moment, then went on, "This is thirty years' new growth, perhaps with some magical help from when the fairies were back last year."

"Huh. Well, I think I recognize the shape of the land and-" Emm sniffed the air," The smell of the sea. If we just head down to the shore...."

"We should see the port town from there." Regina nodded. "I suggest we make sure we have a route back first, however."

"Do you have a plan for if it doesn't work?" Emma asked dryly, but she drew Zauberflotte with one hand and grabbed a thick branch with the other. "Better hang on."

Regina scowled, but wrapped her hands around a different tree and nodded. "Go ahead."

Emma pointed the sword at an open space next to one of the bigger trees and took a deep breath. Normally, whatever magic was inside her lay quiet, almost unnoticeable, but as she lifted the sword to full extension, she could feel a prickly heat flowing down her arm, like water entering a newly added pipe. She took another breath, and tried to call up the pattern of thought and energy that had brought her and Hook home months ago-

Power suged down the sword and leaped into the open air; Emma saw a gleaming pattern hang there a moment, then split into the roaring vortex. The sudden rush of air nearly dragged her off her feet, and over the noise she could faintly hear Regina shouting something. Clinging to the branch as hard as she could, she pictured the pattern flying apart into nothing-

And the portal burst like a balloon, sending a blast of force through the trees and sending Emma tumbling over the ground a second time. She fetched up against a tree, and hazily wondered if it was the same one as before. For a minute she could only stare up through the leaves, listening to the wind die down as the forest quieted again.

"What­ did you think you were doing?" Regina's face appeared against the trees, glaring and dirt-smudged again.

"Um. What?" The ringing in her ears seemed to be fading .

"Didn't anyone ever teach you how-" Regina broke off with an exasperated huff. "No, of course not. The only formal training you've had was under me, and that was the least formal thing imaginable."

Emma groaned as she sat up, noticing that at least she'd managed to hang onto the sword. "What are you complaining about now?"

Regina took a breath. "You cannot simply blast apart a complex spell like that. If you don't withdraw the energy carefully, it, well...."

"Blasts apart. I get it." Emma sighed as she staggered to her feet. She wobbled on her feet for a moment, and studied Regina's scowl. "I'm guessing this is going to mean more lessons?"

"In the (continued...)

( continues...) interest of not being thrown around like dice in a cup." Regina paused. "It's not like there'll be much else to do on board ship."

"Great." Emma sighed as she sheathed the sword again. "Speaking of which, let's see if-" She broke off. "Hey, do you hear-?"

"Yes." Another flicker of dark magic, and Regina looked composed and clean again. Emma cocked her head, trying to pinpoint the noise. Sounds like one guy, walking cautiously , she thought. The footsteps came closer and closer, until a man rounded a thicket and came to a stop at the sight of them.

Emma eyed him carefully. He was somewhere in late middle-age, wearing a rough tunic and trousers she thought were peasant-wear. He had a badge of some kind on one shoulder, and carried a staff, and his body-language somehow made her think of a small-town cop caught off guard.

Look who's talking, Sheriff. Emma snorted slightly as Regina stepped forward and gave him a wintery smile.

"Hello, Serjant. Isn't it a lovely day?" The man blinked at her, starting to say something that got lost as she rolled on. "My friend and I are looking to hire passage over the sea, do you know someplace nearby we should visit?"

The man stared a moment, glancing back and forth between them. He started to speak again, then paused and visibly decided it wasn't worth the trouble questioning them. "The Mended Anchor, back in town." He pointed behind him. "Lots of sailors get a drink or a room. If there's anyone who's going where you want to go, you can find'em or word of them there. Just follow the smell of the wharves, you can't miss it."

"Thank you so much." And Regina strode past him like she was marching into a conquered castle. He eyed her as she passed, then glanced at Emma, who gave him a cheery smile and a "Thanks!" as she strolled after Regina.

They walked in silence for a minute, Regina striding with her chin lifted, Emma walking easily behind her, listening to see if the...Serjant?...was following them, and determinedly not looking back. She glanced at Regina and murmured, "So it just occurs to me, you didn't mention anything before we left about getting clothes that are more, ah, Enchanted-Forest-y?"

"Blending in isn't going to be a priority." She looked thoughtful. "In fact, it may be easier to gain access to the Queen if we seem somewhat exotic."

"Huh." Emma glanced down at her jeans and jacket, then behind them briefly. "Well, that guy's face sure said we look exotic. He was...?"

"Village militia. Probably sent to investigate the noise, and hoping it wasn't trolls or worse."

"And finding us, instead. Poor guy."

A few minutes walk took them out of the forest and within sight of the sea. The town sat on its edge, a scattering of ramshackle buildings, with the masts of a few ships visible over the rooftops. The central road went from bare dirt to cobbles as it passed a guard's hut, and the militiaman sitting outside it peered at the two of them as they passed. Emma gave him a smile too, and strolled after Regina.

"So what are the chances we find a ride straight off?"

"Hard to say." Regina pursed her lips as the road began sloping down towards the docks. "Arendelle was never a major trading partner for the Forest, and without royal authority and money to push for new routes...."

"It's a crapshoot." Emma sighed. Regina paused and peered upwards.

"Does that look like an anchor to you?" Emma followed her gaze and squinted.

"Uh...maybe?" It was hard to tell what the sign was supposed to show, between the artist's dubious skill and the cheap paint that was already peeling. "With...bandages around it, I guess? Anyway," She took a deep sniff. "Smells like sailor's rum, and lots of it."

"Good enough." Regina pushed through the swinging door beside them, with Emma close behind. It was definitely a tavern, with a few men scattered drinking at tables. Regina ignored them, and swept over to the bar. The man behind it was eyeing them cautiously. He was broad-shouldered, but with a noticeable (continued...)

( continues...) gut and a gone-to-seed air. Regina gave him another brilliant smile.

"We're looking to buy passage over the sea, and hoping you know someone who can help us find the ship we need, Mister...?"

The barkeep gave her a sidelong look, then abruptly started wiping down the counter between them. "Two-Thumbs," he said briefly. "I might know somethin'."

Emma heard a clink as Regina dropped something on the bar, and caught a flash of silver before Two-Thumbs wiped it off and tucked it, rag and all, into his apron. "Where you heading?"

"Arendelle. As quickly as possible."

The man scowled. "Mmm. Not many ships go that far..." He squinted past them for a moment then barked, "Trawl!"

"Uh?" A bleary-looking fellow across the room looked up from his cup, startled. "Wat'ye want, Two?"

"Who's in town that knows the north seas?"

" North seas? ....uh." Trawl scratched his head and stared suspiciously at the ceiling. "Cooper's off in the Southern Isles again....Curry just left a few days ago..." The scowl got deeper, like he suspeected the ceiling of plotting something. "Applecraft....no he's dead, isn't he?" Emma glanced dubiously at Regina, who was watching this performance with a condescending smile. "Oh, yeah!" Trawl sat up and almost smiled. "When I passed the docks, the Summer Wind was just tying up."

"Cap'n Klaus, eh? He'll do." Two-Thumbs nodded at the door. "Go tell him someone's lookin' for passage north."

Trawl turned his scowl on the barkeep. "What's in it for me?"

"Next drink's on the house."

"Four drinks."

"Two."

"Three."

"Two."

"Three."

Two-Thumbs shrugged and looked at one of the other drinkers. "Hey, Haddock!"

Trawl bolted to his feet and almost ran towards the door. "Fine! Two it is!" He paused and jabbed a finger at the barkeep, "And no half-cups!" and off he dashed.

Emma eyed Two-Thumbs dubiously. "So how reliable is this Captain Klaus?"

He shrugged again. "He keeps his tab paid and his crew have something like discipline. It's good enough for me."

Emma sighed and leaned against the bar, as Two-Thumbs went back to cleaning cups. Regina had sat on one of the less-filthy chairs and was sitting watching the door patiently. After a few minutes, Emma decided it was actually kind of creepy and leaned over.

"So what's with the statue act?"

Regina gave her a brief, cool glance. "Letting them see you worry is showing a weakness. We don't have a lot of options, even if we have time to spare."

Emma blinked and eyed her carefully. "Is that why I'm hearing your mother come out of your mouth?"

Regina stiffened and gave her a sharp glare. She spat, "I-" and then just as suddenly cut herself off. She settled back into her seat, staring at the door again, and said carefully, "It's been very easy to call up the mannerisms of the Evil Queen."

Emma sighed again and sank into another chair. "It's not like I don't have habits I fall into when I'm off balance," she offered. "Ones I wouldn't like Henry to see, even."

There was a pause. "Are you trying to have a moment, Miss Swan?" Regina gave her a cool look.

"Uh-"

"Because it looks like the chance has passed." Emma looked up as the tavern door opened again. Trawl scrambled through and headed straight for the bar; he was followed by an older, bearded man.

"See! There he is, yeah?" Trawl grabbed the drink Two-Thumbs had poured in advance and headed back to his bench triumphantly. Regina ignored him, and gave the new arrival another cool smile.

"Captain Klaus, I presume?" He nodded. "We're looking to buy passage to Arendelle, and we'd like to get there as soon as possible."

Emma put in, "We've got people back home depending on us making good time." Regina gave her a quelling glance.

"Hmm." He gave them both a considering look. Emma studied him in return. His beard and hair were neatly trimmed, and his clothes looked well-tailored. Not a captain who's struggling for money, I think.

After a moment, he went on, "We're (continued...)

( continues...) taking on cargo tonight, and no reason we can't sell it in Arendelle. We may need a day or so to get it stowed...unless I have cash on hand to pay the longshoremen for extra hours..." He trailed off with a slight smile.

Regina returned the smile. "If it means we can leave with the morning tide....?" He nodded. "And a cabin, for the two of us?"

The captain chuckled. "You're lucky you ask that now. We're down a mate, so I'll only have to kick one fellow out of his room and into the hold." He gestured at the door. "If you'd like to see the ship, and we can talk details in my cabin...?"

"Of course." Regina stood, and made an after-you motion. "Lead the way." He smiled easily, and the three of them headed out and down towards the docks.

"Arendelle's not a major trade center," he went on. "Can I ask what you're looking to find there?"

"We need to talk to the Queen." This time Regina gave her a full-on glare. Captain Klaus slowed and glanced back at them with a frown.

"That might actually be a problem."

"Oh?" Regina asked coolly.

"There is no Queen in Arendelle these days."

TBC

I'm enjoying this. I think you have a good grasp of Regina's voice.

Signs I'm rusty at this whole fan fic thing ... I've been posting in the wrong thread. So, I'll be reposting the first few sections of the new thing here:

Heaven's in Here

Prologue

My name is Ted Kord. I was shot by Maxwell Lord in in 2005, and I woke up as a policeman in London in 1990. Am I crazy, in a coma, or have I traveled back in time? Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home before Lord destroys The Justice League ...

Heaven's in Here

One: If I Could Turn Back Time

I knew immediately it wasn't going to be enough. Knew even before he fired the gun. He had stolen something from Batman, some sort of spy satellite or something. He knew everything about all of us. Even Superman. Maxwell Lord – my friend Maxwell Lord, the man who once connived a new Justice League into being – was now in charge of Checkmate. He'd be coming for the rest of the League soon.

But I was first. Even if I could escape Checkmate's Zurich headquarters, I couldn't resist Max's mind-control. What happens if he uses it on Superman? Or Diana? We never worried about that because we thought we could trust him.

All I want is to put Earth's destiny in the hands of humans, he said, pointing the gun at me while I knelt wounded and bound on the floor. In the hands of people like me ...and people like you.

I asked if he was asking me to join or die. Then I told him to rot in Hell. In retrospect, maybe I should have stalled for time. Nah. Max would never have bought it. He fired, and I blacked out. For a moment, it was as though explosions rippled through my head. Then the pain changed, and it was as if I was being pummeled by fists.

Because I was. Instead of Max pontificating about his evil scheme, I suddenly had four skinheads laying into me, punching and kicking me as I lay on the ground. And I was on a city street, outdoors. I heard someone shout for the police, heard running. I almost forgot about the punching and kicking, because I realized that there wasn't a gaping hole in my head.

OK. First problems first. I grabbed one skinhead's arm and tossed him into his buddies, then flipped and kicked another one in the chin. He was out cold. One kick! I thought to myself, but these were hardly the Legion of Doom. I spun and took out another. The other two ran.

Stop, police! Shouted a woman's voice. A young, blonde woman in a police uniform – British? Definitely not American, despite her accent – took a baton to one of the skinheads as he tried to push past her. The last bruiser made a break for it, but I wasn't having it: I leaped, bounced off the wall and came down with my foot on his back.

I turned again to face the policewoman.

“The elderly couple they mugged said you jumped in to save them,” she said. Now that the adrenaline was subsiding, I felt a little wobbly on my knees. “Are you all right?”

“I don't think so,” I said. “I think I need to lie down for a …”

Aaaand, I was out. Just like that. It's kind of embarrassing, actually, because the cop was kind of cute. If you're into women in uniforms. Which, hey! I am! Thankfully, she was there in the hospital when I woke up.

“Hey,” she said, smiling down at me. “I was getting worried about you, DI Kord.”

“DI?” I said, clearly at the top of my wit.

“Sorry,” she said, folding up a copy of the London Herald and laying it on the table. “We had to go through your wallet when we brought you in. CDI was expecting you later today. Hell of a first day on the job!”

“Job?” I asked, confused.

“DCI Hunt was beside himself,” she continued. You should have heard the shouting. Well, I guess you'll hear it enough soon. The doctors say you can go home as soon as you feel ready.”

This was getting confusing. The cop seemed to think I was someone else. I had ID … people expecting me …

“Where am I?” I asked.

“Royal London,” said the cop, still smiling.

“London?” I said. “But I was in Zurich. Last thing I remember ...”

The last thing I remember is Max Lord putting a bullet though my brain.

“Are you going to be OK?” said the cop. “I think the pounding might have rattled you more than we thought.”

“No, no,” I said. “I'm OK getting pounded.” The cop snickered a bit and I added, “I can take a few hits! I mean …”

… I'm in London with no costume and no communication device, and the JLA doesn't have an embassy here anymore ...

“This is going to sound crazy,” I said, taking a deep breath to (continued...)

( continues...) steady my nerves, “but I need to get in contact with the Justice League.”

“Who are they? Some sort of social advocacy group?”

“No! The Justice League! Everybody's heard of them! Superman and Wonder Woman and ...”

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” said the young woman, smiling the sort of smile you wear when you're just about to have someone medicated for their own health and safety.” Should I call the Sister?”

She was about to make that decision for me, but I wanted to smooth things over before they escalated. I couldn't get bogged down here. I had things to do.

“No, no,” I said. “I'm OK. Just a little fuzzy, still. Hey, I never actually caught your name.”

“PC Bishop,” she said, her smile relaxing. PC Henrietta Bishop. But everybody just calls me Etta.”

“Nice to meet you, Etta,” I said, smiling lightly. I then looked around the hospital, to see if anything else was odd or out of place. Maybe hanging out with Bruce did have some effect on me. That's when I saw the newspaper's headline:

Nelson Mandela Freed

And suddenly, I knew that whatever was happening was far stranger than I had realized, and it began to sink in that I was very, very far from home.