Finding You Always

Ill-Boding Patterns

"Who the hell are you?" she asked and then coughed almost violently. Nick and Angela wrinkled their noses, as she coughed something up into a tissue.

"Ugh...I think I'm going to lose my lunch," Angela muttered.

"Definitely evidence that dinosaurs once roamed the earth," Nick agreed, as they snickered.

"Are you Imogen Rocha?" Angela questioned.

"Yeah...what's it to you?" she wheezed.

"We've been sent to find you by a woman named Fiona. Ring any bells?" Angela questioned. The woman coughed and Nick made a disgusted face again.

"Can't say that it does," she rasped.

"She also goes by another moniker. Maybe you know her by that," Nick said, as he looked around.

"She's also called the Black Fairy," he revealed. Recognition flashed on her old, wrinkled face. Her beady eyes wrinkled, as she narrowed them into slits.

"What do you two know about the Black Fairy?" she asked.

"Get in the car if you want to find out," Angela replied. The old hag thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

"Give me a minute to pack," she rasped, as she coughed again.

"We have to spend another four hours in the car with that?" Nick questioned.

"It's either that or these little poison bracelets give us a fatal cocktail," Angela replied gravely. She hated not having any control or choice in all of this either.

"All right...let's get this show on the road," the old woman said, as she returned.

"Okay, the car is this way, Ms. Rocha," Nick said. She coughed again.

"Do me a favor, sonny, and call me by my real name," she replied.

"So, it's not Imogen Rocha...because that is a ridiculous name," Angela commented.

"Shut it girly...it was the best I could do on a whim!" she rasped.

"Okay...so what is your name?" Nick questioned. She smirked.

"Yzma," she answered in a reverent tone, like she was expecting worship. Angela just raised an eyebrow.

"Any last name?" she asked.

"Stupid girl...I am the great Yzma! I am practically a Goddess!" she shouted, as she started coughing again. Nick made a disgusted face.

"No, we met a Goddess and she looked nothing like you," he quipped.

"Just take me to Fiona! It's time to finish what we started!" she hissed, as they got into the car and began the journey back to Maine.

Snow stirred sleepily, as she turned from where she was spooned against her husband and away from the sunlight peeking through their tent flap. She turned in his arms and buried her face against his neck, breathing in his scent as she did.

"You're awake..." he muttered, as he dropped a kiss to her hair.

"Mmm...I'd rather not be. That means we have to get up and all I want to do is lay here in your arms," she purred. He sought her lips and kissed her passionately. As their lips parted, he noticed a playful gleam in her eyes and he watched her sit up. She wrapped a blanket around her unclothed body and peered out. It was early and it seemed that no one else was up yet. She bit her bottom lip and found herself reminiscing about a time much like this. It had been during their time taking back the Kingdom and they had found themselves near the same lake where he proposed, which was incidentally very close now also. It had been twilight then when they had sneaked to that very special beach for a moonlight dip, sans any clothes of course and made love in the lake.