Storybrooke General

"PRIMATECH OR PINEHURST?" Elle Bishop was almost standing in her hospital bed. Whatever injuries she suffered had been healed hours ago. Obtaining the healing powers of her partner and co-girlfriend did come in mighty handy, but she wasn't prepared for a woman who could throw fireballs that was not Claire Bennet's bio-mom.

Neither was Mayor Regina Mills ready for a woman who could shoot lightning bolts out of her fingers. Neither was Dr. Vincent Whale, coming to after witnessing a mini-battle of the century between ElectraWoman and FireWoman. Gretchen Berg was helping the Artist Formerly Known As Frankenstein up from the floor. He almost forgot why he walked into the room...essentially to tell the electric girl that she and her compadres have been released from the hospital.

In the meantime. Claire and Sheriff Emma Swan were trying to calm down their respective lovers.

"Elle, is it?" The the blue-eyed blonde nodded tentatively at the green-eyed one, who kept talking. "Believe it or not, I understand what you are feeling right now. I felt like this four years ago when I came here.." Emma then told her about Boston. About Henry. About Regina. About how these three women walked into, essentially, a Disney movie. And that Emma was feeling the same fear that Elle was fearing, except Emma's came over time and Elle's was happening all at once.

Meanwhile, Claire was trying to explain things to Regina: "Look, I get it. I have two moms, a birth mom and an adoptive one. And my birth mom can throw fireballs too. Literally..." Claire then told Regina about the powers they possessed, and the ones transferred to them by her adopted mom, and how they use those powers to help people.

And as both Elle and Regina became captivated with the stories their switched counterparts were telling, the anger subsided, balls of fire and electricity disappeared, which was good: Storybrooke only had one hospital anyway.

Whale gathered his wits and told Elle, as well as Claire and Gretchen, that they would be officially released, then left the room, headed probably for his own medication he has stashed in his desk.

"So,' a rather calmed-down Elle asked Regina, "You never answered my question...which are you...Primetech...or Pinehurst.."

"As I told you," replied almost equally as calmed-down Regina, "I not either. I'm...I'm Mysthaven. You might know it as the Enchanted Forest."

The three strangers stared at Regina as she said those words. At this point this lovely lady would be fit for the looney bin, if it was not for the fireballs she could shoot like bazookas. There had to be an explanation, and of course the Enchanted Forest would not be that because there are no such things as fairy tales. Or witches.

Or indestructible cheerleaders.

"Look," said Emma, "Maybe we could all stand to decompress a little bit. After you check out why don't go over to Granny's for burgers and we can, well, trade secrets."

"Better idea," suggested Regina, "how would you to try the best apple cider you ever tasted..?"

Claire, Elle, and Gretchen all nodded in agreement, while Emma whispered in Regina's ear: "Works every time..." Regina simply smiled.

TBC

(This is where I suffer major brain freeze. And I need your help. First, I need COMMENTS. Likes are nice but COMMENTS are wonderful. Second, and most important, I need and idea to push this further. I need a Big Bad. Nothing from Marvel please, but I need a real big bad that the Storybrookians and the Heroes can team up with to...yes, I'll say it...SAVE THE WORLD! (TM). The idea used will be credited. you can PM those ideas directly to me.)

Sorry about the brevity...but I wanted to move this along. WOrking next on the next chapters of Cold and At The End of the day.

The usual disclaimers.)