Finding You Always

Operation Mongoose, Pt 3

"I'm her husband. We're legally married in this realm as David and Mary Margaret. That should mean something, right?" David asked. She nodded.

"Hopefully. But if this Dr. Facilier is any relation to his voodoo practicing ancestor, I'm willing to bet his clinic is shady as hell," Regina replied.

"Then if we can't get her out legally..." Leo started to say.

"Then we break her out..." David finished.

"Which will be more difficult with no magic," Regina reminded.

"Not to mention, Mom isn't exactly herself," Emma added.

"No, but she'll know me. One true love's kiss once we get her back here to Storybrooke and it will restore her real memories," David said.

"Well, the Jolly Roger happens to be in the Bayou. It will provide the quick getaway we need," Hook offered.

"He's right...we need to get Dr. Hopper and get on a plane," Regina said. Rumple waved his hand and plane tickets and a mermaid scale appeared in Emma's hand.

"It's the least I can do," he said.

"Yes it is...this is your fault!" David growled, but Emma held him back.

"Dad...we're going to get her back," she assured him.

"I need to call Ella and make sure she can take Summer and Bobby for a couple days," he said, as he dialed her number.

"All right, everyone should pack what they need quickly. Emma...you and I should visit Dr. Hopper," Regina said.

"Eva and I should come too. We're both doctors," Paul suggested.

"That's a good idea," Emma agreed, as she and Regina disappeared.

Snow sobbed uncontrollably, as the two orderlies escorted her down the strange corridor.

"Where are you taking me?" she cried.

"To see the doctor. You're a very sick woman, Miss. Blanchard," one of them answered. His name tag read Jasper.

"Why do you keep calling me that? It's not my name!" she cried, as she struggled with her bonds. But the strange garment they made her wear trapped her arms against her body.

"Yes...you keep telling us you're Snow White. That's the kind of thing that gets people into places like this," the other orderly mentioned. His name tag read Horace.

"I am Snow White! Why won't you believe me?!" she screamed, as they forced her into a room where a clean cut, well dressed African American man sat in a chair. His lab coat was neatly pressed and his eyes made Snow shudder.

"Miss Blanchard...I sincerely hope this session goes better than your last," Ivan Facilier stated.

"Last? I've never seen you before in my life," she said, as they forced her into a seat across from him. He sighed.

"Mary...we just met yesterday. You became so agitated that I had to sedate you. These rantings cannot continue or I may have to resort to much more drastic treatments," he stated.

"Treatments? I'm not sick! I don't know who you are, but she's done something!" Snow cried.

"Who has done something?" he asked.

"The Queen! She cast a curse! This must be the curse!" Snow cried.

"I had sincerely hoped you would stop with this nonsense about a curse, Miss Blanchard," he chided.

"I am not Miss Blanchard! My name is Snow White and my husband will find me," she said with vehemence.

"Yes...your husband. The man you keep crying for," Facilier said skeptically.