[center][i]*~*Collaboration between Guardian Angel Haruki as Dr. Heather Jekyll, and Ghost Shadow as Edric Liddell*~*[/i][/center]
Henry hurried from the library almost the exact moment Belle did, ignoring the terrible pain in his chest. If Rumpelstiltskin and Belle were telling him the truth (and he certainly hoped that they did), then Heather would need him...and he needed her. 

Practically rushing through the front doors of the hospital, Henry ran straight past any staff in his search, furiously looking for the room they placed Faye in. 

His mind ran at a hundred miles an hour, it seemed, rushing through idea after idea until it hit him: the coma patient ward! Given how the sleeping curse worked here in a Land Without Magic, the doctors would have either put her in a coma ward...or the morgue. 

Shaking the thought of Heather placed haphazardly in a morgue out of his head, Henry continued his quickened pace to the coma ward; expertly dodging and weaving his way past the numerous amount of doctors, nurses, and other staff members with grace that even surprised him. 

Finally finding the room after what seemed like forever, Henry hastily made his way inside, seeing the still-unconscious Heather laying in the hospital bed, strapped to various machines, keeping her alive, but asleep.

Whale and Mother Superior turn to face him as the monitor gave off a long beep, showing a flat line. Whale turned to see Henry enter, and he looked gravely at Henry, his eyes hiding a guilt eating away at the doctor's heart. He said to Henry solemnly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Carlyle...Sh-She's gone..." The nurses started taking the equipment off of Faye and turned off the monitors. Mother Superior remained silent, looking at the floor.

Henry stood still for a moment, feeling as though someone wrenched a blade in his gut.

"What? No, no, that's not right...That's not how fairy tales end..." He said quietly, his voice shaky as tears stung his eyes. 

Brushing past the others in the room with little regard to their presence, Henry made his way to Faye's bedside, stroking a stray lock of hair out of her face as he could only stare at her lifeless body. She looked so serene, so peaceful, and yet empty. 

"I'm so sorry." Henry said reverently, a single tear falling from his face and onto the floor. Leaning in slowly, Henry could only whisper a simple "I love you" before gently placing his lips against hers, a last goodbye. 

A ring of light shot forth from the kiss, startling Whale and Mother Superior. A whisper from the nun could be heard in shock "Again?"

After Henry kissed her, Heather gasped, taking in a deep breath of air, and she opened her blue eyes to look at Henry. She said in shock as the memories came back to her, "Alexandre....! Is...Is that really you?" She laid a hand on his cheek, as though to confirm that he was really there.

She didn't hear Mother Superior state "That was true love's kiss...!" Frankenstein looked in shock at Henry and Faye.

Henry let his own hand place over Heather's, a soft, simple smile crossing his lips as he almost seemed to grow younger, looking more lively and vigorous than he ever had in Storybrooke. 

"Actually....you can call me Edric." He told her softly, the loving gaze in his eyes conveying more emotion than words could at that moment. 

Heather smiled at him, catching on that he remembered his real name. However as she smiled tears of happiness and relief came down her face, and she said to him, "I'm...so glad you're okay! I thought you were done for when he sent you away!" She then noticed his state of being, and she asked "What happened?"

Frankenstein and Mother Superior left the room silently as Heather spoke with Edric.

Henry couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her words. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises." When Heather asked about his current physical state, his voice turned more serious; though the light expression of mirth and joy never left his face. "Jabberwocky. It was kept under the mines....I had to kill it, to save you." He said quietly, awaiting any scolding or lecturings on how he could have been killed. 

Heather was silent, noting how he still had his smile when he spoke seriously, when he answered her question. The Jabberwocky...she had heard of the poem by the same name (courtesy of Edric), but she didn't try to scold him. He had saved her after all. No...instead she felt guilt. It was because of her carelessness once again, that she placed someone she cared for in danger. 

She mumbled "I'm so sorry..."

"Sorry? What on earth are you sorry for, Heather?" Henry asked with a small chuckle, though he was genuinely confused by her words. 

Heather answered, trying to stop the tears from falling, "My carelessness. It got the better of me again. If I hadn't eaten that apple, you wouldn't have had to fight the Jabberwocky...I placed you in danger. That apple...was the experimental concoction all over again...! I should've known not to eat it!"

Henry's expression suddenly turned to one of seriousness, and caring. "No, Heather, don't say that...you didn't know any better. You didn't even know that you were you!" He reassured, pushing a lock of hair out of her face once again, a small smile creeping on his face as his victory was almost too much to handle. 

The amount of Heather's tears seemed to increase after Henry stated that she didn't know she was herself. She shook her head and simply stated to Henry, "[i]She[/i] knew. She knew all along. She could've stopped me!"

Now that she had her memories back, she remembered everything that Hyde had done during their time in Storybrooke.

"Heather...I'm not angry or upset at you [i]or[/i] Hyde...I'm just glad you're back, the [i]real[/i] you." With that said, Henry leaned in and kissed her again; not waiting for a response beforehand. 

Heather blinked away the tears when he said that he wasn't angry with her or Hyde. When he kissed her, she reciprocated happily. She was glad he was alright as well, and the guilt went away for now. 

However, she stopped when she thought she heard thunder, and she looked out of the window, seeing a large purple cloud coming towards them. She asked Henry warily, "Edric...what is that?"

Henry looked confused at first, his expression darkening as he got a good look out the window. "It's.....it's magic." He said quietly, eyes widened like saucers as the dense fog neared Storybrooke. 

He could feel something inside him begin to tingle as the fog came closer - a feeling he hadn't experienced in what felt like forever. "I can....feel it. Raw, pure magic!" He exclaimed vibrantly. 

Heather looked to Henry when he gave the answer, and she looked to him in concern. The fact that it was magic didn't sit well with Heather. She held onto Henry's hand instinctively, as though the smoke may try to separate them again. 

Henry stared intently out the window, but squeezed Heather's hand to let her know he hadn't forgotten her. "It won't be long now...it's getting close. Don't be frightened." He said, finally turning his head back to look at her, a small glint in his eyes that bode excitement, as though his sanity was the only thing keeping him from diving out of the window and embracing the magic with all his being. 

Henry's reaction and the clouds that billowed closer and closer were nothing but foreboding to Heather. The reason being because she knew who would benefit from magic the most. She easily figured out that Mr. Gold was Rumpelstiltskin. She was too weak to try and get out of the bed she was in. But it didn't stop her from trying to get up out of the bed, her hand still in Henry's.

Henry turned around as he saw Heather struggle to get up on her feet. "Heather, no! You're still weak...lie back down." He goaded, his attention diverted from the cloud of smoke that billowed closer to the hospital, the sounds of raging storms from within becoming louder by the second. 

Heather pointed out as she still tried to get up, knowing that she had to eventually, despite her medical knowledge (well, her medical knowledge didn't exactly encompass what to do when recovering from a Sleeping Curse). She said to him, distracting him from the fact that she isn't going to lie back down, "Edric...what exactly is going to happen when that cloud gets here?"

Henry let his attention veer back to the window for a moment as Heather asked her question. "Why...I...I don't know. I'd assume we'd all get our magic returned, but...I can't say for sure. All I know is, I can [i]feel[/i] it returning to me. A distant echo, but a feeling nonetheless."

As Heather fully stood up on her slightly shaking legs, she asked Henry, "So you don't know if we'll live if that cloud hits or not...?"

Henry looked between Heather and the window as she spoke before grinning almost madly. "I've no idea...hell of a way to go, if we don't make it." He added with a chuckle. 

"But if we [i]do[/i] live, it'll be well worth it." 

Heather sighed at his answer. The only consolation she had, if they were to die in that cloud, was that Hyde would die with her. However, she was still worried for Henry's sake, but she could easily tell that he wasn't going to try and avoid it. She sighed through her nose, and said "Well...if we are going to die, then we've had a good run," 

Henry could practically feel the smoke envelop him, for he knew now it was mere seconds before it would hit. 

"Heather...look at me. Don't look anywhere else. Close your eyes if you have to...but it's here - now. Are you ready?" He asked seriously, now holding both her hands in his own. 

She looked to Henry, and she nodded in response to his question. She closed her hands around his as she spoke, keeping her eyes on him, "Yeah, I'm ready,"

Henry only leaned his head back, his eyes fluttering closed as the purple smoke seemed to permeate past any solid surface and enclose around them. Henry felt all the magic hit him at once, overwhelming all his senses as he found himself unable to see, hear, think, or even breathe. All he could feel were Heather's hands firmly locked with his as the cloud passed through them, bright flashes of lightning and the crack of thunder all around them. 

Heather's senses were also overwhelmed when the purple smoke reached the two of them. She didn't move as the thunder resounded and echoed around them, she kept her hands in Henry's for what could be considered as reassurance. She had expected to feel at least a little pain and her heart to stop beating. But the pain never came.

Instead, the smoke soon passed and the two of them were still in one piece. 

Henry let out a deep sigh as the smoke finally passed them by. Releasing his hands from Heather's, he stepped back a few paces, looking down at his hands with sudden interest. Clenching and unclenching his fists to see what would happen, Henry felt a smile begin at the corner of his lips. "Oh, it's good to be back." He said cryptically, an excited, almost wild look in his eyes. 

The doctor let go of his hands when he did, and the foreboding feeling weighed on her heart even more when she saw the wild look in his eyes. She mumbled to herself ominously, looking down towards the floor and at her hands, in response to Henry's cryptic statement, "...Is it really?"

Henry chose not to answer that question, too caught up in the idea that he [i]finally[/i] had his powers back. With newfound vigor and energy, Henry grabbed Heather's hand and practically dragged her out of the hospital, taking her along with him to the clock tower; where the very confused and discombobulated townspeople had begun to congregate.