Jefferson

Grunting, Moira hopelessly tries to change her position. She had thought she would find hard stones under her or even a ditch; but on the contrary, she finds herself in a soft and warm bed. A strong headache overwhelms her as she tries to move her bound hands." You have a tied-up woman in your bed," she hears a soft voice ask. Moira opened her eyes carefully. The spacious bedroom she is in is dark. Only a small ray of light from the door shines in. A soft laugh resounds. "That's none of your business." "I'm the deputy, it's definitely my business. Now let my friend go!" "Emma, ​​Emma, ​​come now. I already told you if you help me I'll let you and your girlfriend go." Moira groans softly. What the hell happened? She still remembers Keith and... The man! He didn't come to save her at all! He was there to kidnap her! But why? She's just a bartender! What the hell is happening? Her vest is gone. Did he take it? Why? What did he do with her?

Frightened, she cringes at the sound of a loud thud. "Come on, we gotta warn Graham" the woman's voice sounds again. Footsteps hurried down the hall, followed by the sound of breaking glass. "Where did he go?" Moira hopelessly tried to make a sound. The rope between her lips stops her. "I don't know, but we have to hurry!" the woman's voice echoes again. "No" begs Moira, almost silently. Don't leave me, she thinks. Whatever the man had planned for her, it was no good! Why did the girls leave her now? Had she forgotten her?! She hopelessly tries to escape from the tight ropes. She wails tormented when she rolls out of bed with a thump. Moira hopelessly tries to get back on track. Her muscles painfully protest as she straightens her upper body. Come on Moira, she thinks, and looks for a sharp piece. This can't happen. Why did this happen to her? When she asked for a different life, a little change or adventure, she didn't mean that! Grunting, she tries to escape from her ropes. She tries to roll over. Or at least get up again, but it is hopeless.

"Well, aren't you a little daredevil" sounds loud from the door. Moira turns and looks at the man, his brown eyes.

"No" she squeaks, protesting, and stares at the boy. "Shh," he hushes. "I'm not going to hurt you. Even if I am going to say I am ... Moira" the sound of her name on his lips gave her goosebumps. "Oh right. Jefferson is the name. And now I need you as leverage. Option A has escaped," he sighs exaggeratedly and drags Moira out of the room. Moira tries to get out of his arms, protesting. Jefferson smiles and pushes her down onto a white wooden chair. "Quiet", he laughs mockingly and removes the rope between her lips. "What do you want," asks Moira, panicking. "Like I said, nothing from you. So I pledge not to hurt you. I want something from your father." "My father," asks Moira incomprehensibly. "But ..." "Oh right, in your mind you don't have a father" interrupts Jefferson and continues, "You have no idea how lucky you are. You don't remember anything. Not two worlds in your head. Believe me... That's the real curse. Remembering. Double the pain, the loneliness. And the only one who can change that is your father. I've already tried your mother. "But" protests Moira. Jefferson smiles at her and fills a teacup. "Please ... Jefferson. You are mistaken! I have no parents. And I have no idea what you're talking about. I can see you are in pain, but I want to help you. I do, but please ... Let go of me. " "Shh "soothes Jefferson and wipes a tear from the corner of her eye." You will be fine, Moira. I'm going to say I'll kill you, but I won't. Well, unless your dad doesn't cooperate at least, "he laughs and places the teacup to her lips. Carefully, Moira takes a sip." Jefferson, "she begs again softly. Jefferson smiles and rubs her jaw." There are so many things I can and want to do with you ... But not until I have my Grace back. I've been alone for 28 years in this house. Until Emma drove into town with her yellow bug and things started to change. Now I want my grace by my side!" "I'm sorry but I don't know." "Of course" says Jefferson, irritated. Moira takes a deep breath and tries to calm her heartbeat. Why her? What does he mean by her parents? Moira had no parents at all. At least not alive. Now that she thinks of it, she cannot remember her parents. When did she lose them? And how? She looks at her kidnapper. Her whole body trembled under his touch.

"Come on. Time is up" laughs Jefferson and drags Moira up. Moira hopelessly protests, but Jefferson is too strong. "Let go of me" she grunts. Jefferson smiles and places a rope between her teeth. "Sorry for that," he says and makes a knot behind her head.

"Watch your head," he mocks and pushes Moira onto the passenger seat of his car. He clicks the seat belt and closes the door. Moira takes a deep breath and closes her eyes for a second. Where is he taking her? A place to kill her? To dump her? Hopeless, she makes another attempt to escape the strong ropes around her wrists. Where is Sherrif Graham when you need him?!

"So," he says, and takes a seat behind the wheel. "Now we have to be careful because the Sheriff might be looking for me", he mocks and snaps his seat belt. Moira looked at him, concerned. He smirks and lowers the rope from between her lips. Moira gently licks her lips and swallows"Why are you doing this? You know you won't achieve anything with this?" "On the contrary. Your father remembers. And he will remember the moment ... the moment you were conceived. He will know that I am speaking the truth. And he will protect you. At least he will try. It is in his nature, he cannot help it. Believe me. And when he does. Then I will finally have my Grace with me. " "Who is Grace?" "My daughter," Jefferson whispered. Moira swallows. Obviously, the man next to her is broke. Broken with pain. Had his daughter died? Didn't he realize this? "I'm sorry about your daughter, but ..." "Oh we're almost there," Jefferson interrupts with a grin. Why did he take her to the center of the village? Her heart shrinks in fear when he pulls the handbrake. "Showtime" he smiles. "Hold still," he asks and leaves the car.

"Jefferson," Moira shrieks as he opens the door. "No let go of me" she shouts loud enough. Hoping that someone would hear her. Jefferson sighed. Come now, Moira. "Let's not play hard to get." Moira sighs as he places the rope between her lips once more. He drags her out of the car and places his strong arm, covered by a black cotton long-sleeved blouse, around her slender body. Moira tries to escape his hold, but she is no match for the well-trained boy. He pushes her towards Mr. Gold's pawnshop and opens the door. The bell rings loudly above their heads. The shrill sound echoed painfully in Moira's pounding head. She closes her eyes for a second. Still trying to escape this dangerous man, his arms.

Mr. Gold looks at them in surprise. "Jefferson" he greets hesitantly. "I know they say that you can come to me for all kinds of exchanges ... But human trafficking is just not part of that." Jefferson laughs. "Hello, Dark one." The older man looks surprised to hear Jefferson's nickname. He scoffs and steps from behind the glass counter. "No" begs Moira and tries to escape. "Shh" soothes Jefferson and places his arm around her throat. He places the barrel of the gun against her forehead. Afraid, she will try to escape. Hopeless, she tries to scream under the rope. A tear rolls out of her eye. "Jefferson, what are you doing," Gold asks, sniffing. "I know you know. Who you are, who I am ... who we all are! I know you remember. Isn't it ... Rumpelstiltskin?" Moira looked up in surprise at the man in front of her. His shoulder-length hair looks golden in the warm artificial light. A smile curled around his pale lips. In his eyes appeared an amused look. A golden fire appeared in his eyes from the moment he heard that name.

"Then you should know it's very stupid to come up with some girl in an attempt to get coercion out of me." Jefferson laughs. Mister Gold, his voice suddenly sounded softer, almost chilling. He shakes his head and tightens his grip on Moira. "Not some girl. Your girl. Yours and your majesty." A startled look appeared in Rumple's eyes as he stared at the terrified girl. Tears flowed down her cheeks. The frightened look in her eyes pierced his golden eyes. Could it be true what this man says? "You don't have ..." "Oh I do, dark one," interrupts Jefferson. "You and Regina had a rendezvous about eighteen years ago. Didn't it? Just eighteen plus twenty-eight. She never told you? What a shock!" Rumple looks puzzled at the slender, trembling girl who barely gets any air through his arm. "Jefferson," she shrieks again. "Shh," Jefferson whispers and kisses her hair. How did Jefferson know she was 18? What does he mean by 18 plus 28? She isn't that old. Not even close. Could what he said be true? Could mister Gold be her father? Rumple smiles dangerously. "You're not going to hurt her. If you would, you would have already done that." "I haven't said what I want yet," Jefferson scoffs. Rumple laughs shortly. "Oh," he says, grinning. "A memory potion. For my grace. So that we can be together. If not, I'll kill her." Moira squeaks again and tries to escape. "Well, as you've noticed, magic is a rare thing here. If not, I have crushed you like a bug for a long time now" hisses Rumpelstiltskin. Jefferson laughs again. "Oh, no dark one. I know you have some souvenirs. Make a memory potion, or you'll never see your little girl again." "And what if I kill your little girl first?" Jefferson sniffs. "I don't think so. You can't do that for the same simple reason I'm alive," laughs Jefferson. He pulls Moira backward. "No" begs Moira. "Wait," says Rumplestiltskin, and takes a step closer. "Let her" roars Rumpelstiltskin and steps forward. "Ah ah" warns Jefferson and puts the gun back. "I mean it" he laughs and sniffs Moira's hair deeply. "You can see her again .. Alive with the potion. You have one week!" "No" Moira begs hopelessly as Jefferson drags her out of the store again. "I'll come for you, have no fear. MOIRA!!!" Rumple soothes and grabs his walking stick tightly. "Sorry," Jefferson jokes, and pushes her back into the car. "It seems that you are still stuck with me." He smiles and closes the door. Moira drops her head against the seat. Tears flow from her eyes. What just happened? What was that about? The Queen? They don't have a queen at all! Who is Jefferson? Why did Mr. Gold look at her like that? Was he right? Was he her father?

Sadly, she stares through the window as Jefferson drives home. "Don't worry, Moira, you'll get your own room," Jefferson says. Moira swallows. Why? What is going on? She closes her eyes for a second. Never before had she so hoped that Mr. Gold would keep his word ...