A KIND OF MAGIC ↝ Killian Jones

⇒ CHAPTER FIVE

MOST OF STORYBROOKE had gathered at Granny's diner to come together and celebrate the return of Emma Swan and Mary Margaret Blanchard — both dearly beloved heroes, especially after surviving in the Enchanted Forest and proving everyone that they carried admirable bravery. Perhaps it ran in their blood. Wilma wasn't an exception when it came to the celebration, either, as she too had joined her new friends and others she intended to get to know in the process, in the reunion that consisted of plenty of hugs, curious questions about the two women's thrilling experience and lots of delicious food.

It was quite lovely, even for Wilma, who hadn't lied when she once told Ruby she was a lone wolf of sorts. Yes, she was kind to everyone and loyal to those who had earned it, but her nerdy tendencies and dorky habits — along with a past of being bullied — had caused the woman to grow just a bit lonely, until the feeling faded away and she grew to like the solitude and her own company. She liked quiet and fictional characters, as those never judged her, but she appreciated the chance to make some friends, too, and it seemed like Storybrooke was filled with people eagerly waiting to get to know Wilma. It made her feel special, like she finally had something to channel all her endless care and kindness into, people to make happy with her usual unselfish, friendly behavior, and for that reason, she had decided to join the some kind of a party at Granny's instead of hiding in her room.

Yet, she was sitting alone by the counter, until Emma took a seat next to her and interrupted Wilma's eating, causing the brunette to look up with wide eyes and a mouth full of cheesecake to die for.

"Hey, Wilma, right?", the blonde smiled, and unable to speak, Wilma nodded her head before swallowing thickly, and then offered her hand to Emma, who accepted the gesture. "Thanks for helping David. And for taking care of Henry", Emma continued as she shook Wilma's hand, before the two let go, but kept on smiling at each other softly. Wilma had heard so much about her already, how she was the Savior, destined to bring happy endings to Storybrooke and break the curse, of which she had apparently done the latter already. And in that moment, Wilma realized that, despite only meeting her for the first time now, she knew quite a lot about her beforehand.

"Oh, no problem at all. I did rather gladly, to be honest. Quite the town you got here, Emma", Wilma chuckled, referring to the people surrounding them, who were carrying another persona within them, another name and another background than they had arrived to Storybrooke with. In response, Emma rolled her eyes and repeated Wilma's chuckle, as she shot the woman a tell me about it kind of a look.

But with that, the friendly chat turned into something else, as Emma leaned just a tad closer to Wilma, igniting her attention which she then proceeded to hold in a tight grasp with each quietly spoken word.

"I know my family trusts you, but I'm gonna need more than a favor and a pretty smile, just so you know. If you're really here for a fresh start, I hope you enjoy your stay — but if you plan on doing anything to endanger the lives here, I will find out, and I won't waste any time kicking you over the town line. Don't let me down, Wilma", the woman whispered, her threatening tone drowning in the noise surrounding them, but Wilma could hear each intimidating word so well they were destined to burn into her mind so they would never leave or stop haunting her — so she believed, anyway. Slowly nodding, Wilma swallowed thickly, but was unable to form a single word to utter out due to the immense fear spreading out within her, however the nod seemed to be enough for Emma, who then got up to leave Wilma's company. And as soon as she did, Wilma sighed with relief, feeling able to breathe properly again — and found herself eating the piece of cheesecake again.

But she couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed and shaken by the fact that she had given Emma any reason to doubt her, that Emma didn't trust her or wish to be her friend. Even if Wilma had no evil intentions or anything against Storybrooke and its residents, she still felt guilty, and the cake couldn't draw her mind away from that nasty feeling causing her to frown slightly. However, the company of others did distract her enough.