↬Chapter Sixty Two-It's Not Easy Being Green↬

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I only own Jade/Camilla and my ideas.

Grief was something which hurt and pierced the heart a lot more than a simple goodbye. Grief was something which made some act out because they can't take it anymore. Grief, despite how human it made everyone, was something which Peter wasn't sure how much longer he could feel it. Especially when he—and basically everyone who knew Neal—looked down at his grave, grief was what everyone had felt, grief over the guy who deserved so much more than death, a guy who deserved to see as his son grew older after missing out so many years.

Neal's death had shocked them all, it wasn't something which they expected, especially knowing that Henry didn't remember his father properly. It shocked Peter the most considering that he always thought that Neal would be here, that even after everything that they've gone through, Neal would still be here to help out as and when he could. Neal was someone to which they could all at least rely on in some way, and now he wasn't here at all, and Peter wasn't sure as to what to feel.

His coffin descended into his grave and once it reached the bottom, Hook picked up dirt with a shovel, pausing for a moment before he then threw the dirt into the grave. One by one, going from Hook, to Peter, to Devin, to Baz, and so on, they all shovelled a pile of dirt into Neal's grave. Even some of the Lost Boys who'd come back from Neverland the year prior—the ones that were friends with Neal—had come for his burial. Emma and Henry were some of the last ones to throw a pile of dirt into Neal's grave.

The one thought which throbbed in the back of Peter's head was how he wished—and hoped—that both Gold and Camilla were here to at least say their goodbyes to Neal. They should be here, by their side, having the ability to say goodbye to the person that they both care about—but instead, they were under the control of Zelena, the one who might as well had killed Neal at her own hands. He wanted them here, they deserved to say goodbye to him more than anything.

Both Gold and Camilla had been in pain—mentally and emotionally—since the death of Neal. Both couldn't exactly process it properly and no matter how much they wanted to rid themselves of what they felt, they knew that they couldn't, but it hurt to feel like this. It hurt them both that there was nothing that they could have done to prevent Neal dying, and yet they felt as if there was still something that could have helped and prevented it.

The pair was either side of Gold's cage—Gold inside on the floor, and Camilla outside, resting her back against the bars. Neither of them were sure on how long they were there for, but it didn't matter. Both knew that the other was going through the same pain, and yet despite knowing that they were in each other's company, it didn't seem to help with the way that they felt at all.

Camilla wasn't sure how long Zelena was with them, but by the looks of it, she seemed to be enjoying the pain that they were both in. In a way, it made Camilla want to punch her, but she didn't against everything that she felt, she didn't have the energy to even fight.

Zelena walked up to Gold's cage, placing the tip of the Dagger on the wire. "You've spent so long figuring out how to get to this land, groomed Regina to cast your , spent twenty-eight years waiting for it to be broken, all that so you can be with your son. Now, he's gone. Tell me, Rumple, was he really worth all that trouble?"

"Every bit of it," Gold said. "He was family. Something you know nothing about."

Camilla couldn't help but notice on how Gold's words seemed to affect her. And a part of her couldn't help but smile. Family was clearly a problem which Zelena had—the only thing that both Zelena and Camilla shared in common. She felt something within her fade as if there was this barrier in her mind which slowly came down, allowing somethings to escape from its hold, allowing her to remember the basics for the person she loved most. It was like a burst, yet it was small, small enough for her to realise that Zelena isn't the one she should side with anymore. It was small enough to set fear into her that if her father ever broke free, he might kill her for failing to do the one thing that he asked her to do, all those years ago when she and her brother were children—to look after him and to make sure that nothing happened to him.

After the funeral, they—David, Snow, Peter, Emma, Henry, Hook, Devin, Baz, and such—had made their way back to Granny's Diner. Peter, Devin, and Baz had managed to take up a booth, themselves. As much as they wanted to talk to the others based around Neal and his death, they couldn't, it felt as if there was this massive weight which stopped them from doing as such. Peter could feel as if there was something within him which was losing control and it didn't help at all that the one person who could help wasn't with them.

He wanted Camilla here, he wanted his girl back more than anything. He knew where she was—but knowing that she doesn't remember him, was something which hurt a lot. He needed her, but he knew that she couldn't be here. That she'd fallen back into the hands of Zelena.

Peter felt his heart leap when he heard the bell ring, indicating that someone had just come in. He and his boys had scooted out of the booth, all wanting to see who had come in. He thought that it would be someone else from the town that might want to pay their respects towards their loss of Neal or even yet, he thought that maybe, just maybe, Camilla was back home to them.

"My condolences." Zelena said, holding her arms wide, Rumple's dagger in her hand. Camilla had managed to worm her way to stand beside Zelena which made Peter's heart sink more than anything. "So sorry I've missed the funeral, but I could never pass up to wake. Oh, did I miss the speeches? Shall I make one?" Robin stood close to Zelena, clearly angry. "I mean, I am, after all, responsible." She took a few steps forward.

Both Emma and Peter went to leap forward but Snow seized her daughter's arm and Devin had pulled Pan back. Baz had taken the role to lean more into Peter in hopes that it might help hold him back or would make it harder for Peter to move.

"Emma, no. Too many people will get hurt," Snow said.

"Listen to your mother," Zelena said. "Anyone who tries to interfere with my plan is gonna have to deal with the Dark One and his child!"

Peter tried desperately to catch Camilla's eye in hope to at least talk to her, he wanted to talk to her. He wanted to hear the sound of her voice, he wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her that he loved her, he wanted to tell her how much he missed her, he wanted Camilla back home with him. He just didn't like that Camilla was under Zelena's control at all. He didn't like how half-dead she appeared to be though he couldn't be sure if it was because of her grief or something else, but either way, he wished that he could help her.

David had shielded Snow from Zelena. "Don't come any closer."

"Don't worry. I'm not here for your baby." Zelena said. "And it isn't like I don't have another option for a baby."

That seemed to catch everyone off guard a bit. They were aware that Snow was pregnant, but not anyone else. Not anyone else that was had been close to Zelena enough for it to be an option. Emma shared a look with her mother, both a little confused with it just as a whole. Unless it was someone who wasn't as far along with their pregnancy as Snow, then they weren't sure who it could have been. There was no one else that they could think of that could be, not anyone that was present.

It took them a moment to realise who else it could have been, someone who was close to Zelena enough for her to have another option, a backup just in case her cover had been blown. Their eyes ended up falling upon Camilla—who had been leaning against the door frame with an arm wrapped around herself. She looked as if she wasn't paying attention to anything that was going on around her or the fact that she was surrounded by those who she cared about—though it was more of the people that cared about her.

"Jade," Peter spoke, his voice shaking. She couldn't be, no, they wouldn't—would they? He wouldn't even know when it would have happened, unless it was during the year that he can't remember. But even then, he wouldn't know how his Jade was brought back. He couldn't remember if they ever did, thanks to the blessed curse. "Jade, please."

It was then that Camilla looked at Peter as if she had broken out of whatever trance she was under. Peter could see that her eyes were bloodshot and puffy as if she had been crying. She gave him a small nod and her voice broke slightly as she spoke: "It's ours."

Zelena then hummed before she then chuckled. "Yes, Jade Stiltskin and Peter Pan are going to have a baby, that is if it stays once I'm done with it."

Both Peter and Camilla tensed at that. They knew how much they'd want this even if they never thought about it fully. They wanted to make sure that their child was safe and by their side and not within the hands of their enemy. Peter knew that he wouldn't want his own child in the hands of someone like Zelena, but yet at the same time, he didn't know if he wanted to be a father, but no matter how he felt about being a parent, he knew that he wouldn't want someone like Zelena to have a hold on his child.

"You'll not have our child," Peter spoke through his teeth. He tried ever so much to control every urge within him to not lunge at Zelena or breakout with whatever spell he knows. Neal wouldn't want his sister getting more caught in the middle of this if he were here—more so than what she is at the moment.

Zelena seemed to hum in somewhat delight as if she waited for Peter to speak. "There's nothing that you can do to stop me, dear," she took a step towards Peter then. "You see, if you try and take Jade away from me or if any of you try and ruin what I plan to do, I kill her—" She pointed at Camilla, "—and you won't be able to bring her back this time. Considering the first time that you brought her back went so well."

Peter's heart felt like it was going all over the place, his mind couldn't focus on one solid thought. His thoughts bounced around so much that he couldn't focus on any of them, he wanted to intervene for the safety of his girl and the life of his child but there was a risk that he couldn't take—the risk of losing both before he could get his hands on them once again. He didn't want to lose them when he was so close of having her back—to having the life that they both talked about.

Regina cut in then, before Peter could even think of a response or something to say. "Other than to taught us, why are you here?"

Zelena—who had been walking around the Diner—paused when Regina spoke, turned to her and taken a few steps towards Regina. "Now, that my cover's blown, I can finally pay a visit to my little sister."

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Regina asked, slightly confused but yet there was a slight smile on her face like she was trying to joke about it with her smile.

"Why you, of course, Regina," Zelena said, her voice somewhat quiet but still loud enough that it was unnerving.

At that, everyone looked around and whispered. Confused, all of them, from what they were aware—and what they were told—Regina was an only child, Cora never had other children.

Despite what was mentioned, Peter knew that he should care or be in as much shock as everyone else, his mind was repeating over and over again about him being a father. Him as an actual father to a child that would be his, he knew that technically he basically adopted the Lost Boys—and he did think of them as his sons—but this child would be one that he'd raise himself, one who'd look to him for guidance.

"What?" Emma mumbled with her arms crossed.

Regina leaned forward slightly. "I'm an only child."

" lied to you, Regina," Zelena said. "I'm your sister. Half, if you to get technical."

"Why should I believe anything you say?" Regina asked, placing a hand on the counter.

"Oh, you shouldn't. It's a lot to swallow." Zelena spoke, as if she were trying to be sympathetic, but yet Camilla knew that she wasn't trying to be because she wasn't—she was a bit angry. "This is why I brought a gift to help."

Regina chucked then. "I don't want a gift from you."

"But you shall have it. See, my gift to you is this sad, sad day," Zelena spoke, which made Camilla feel as if she's heard something similar, but the block on her mind—on everything she held dear—was dulling everything. "Use it to dig into our past, Regina. You need to learn the truth and you must believe it. And then, meet me on Main Street tonight. Say, sundown."

"And then what?" Regina asked.

"Then I'll destroy you," Zelena spoke confidently.

Regina move towards Zelena then. "This isn't the Wild West."

"No, dear. It's the Wicked West," Zelena corrected. She then turned towards the rest of the diner, her eyes just passing Camilla—who was still leaning against the doorframe. "And I want everyone to be there. To see the  lose."

"I don't lose," Regina stated.

Zelena chuckled in a way that seemed to be setting Camilla off more and more since Neal's death. "Neither do I. One of us is about to make history. See you tonight, sis."

Zelena then went to walk out of the Diner though she paused in front of Camilla for a moment, she placed a finger under her chin, making Camilla look at her. Tears were building up in her eyes, there was nothing to hide it, tears which were for someone she could partly remember, but not fully.

"Come along, Stiltskin," Zelena grinned, noticing the tears in her eyes.

There was something within Camilla which seemed to burn, something within her which wanted to lash out, something within her which told her no. It told her that she would no longer be a slave to someone else, she wasn't going to be under the control of a Mills anymore. So, she shook her head. "No."

"What did you say?" Zelena asked, her voice dropping. "You will do what I say."

Camilla shook her head more, her hand reaching for one of her daggers which sat in an inside pocket of her jacket. "I don't want to go. Please don't make me go." She was tired. She was so goddamn tired. Something didn't feel right with any of this, being here within the diner, being with Zelena. It all didn't feel right.

Zelena's eyes narrowed at Camilla, whispers started to grow around them. Camilla Hopper was denying someone who could kill her. Jade Stiltskin is coming home, some whispered. Zelena—however—decided to place the edge of the Dark One dagger against her cheek, she heard the way that Baz and Devin mumbled a 'no' which only encountered her more. "You will come with me."

"No," Camilla said, moving her hand with the dagger out, "I won't." She then stabbed Zelena's side which made Zelena let out a sharp yell.

There was a small enough gap which allowed Camilla to move, she moved to run out of the Diner, she'd dropped her dagger as soon as she stabbed Zelena. She heard the way that the father of her child yelled her name and the scream of Zelena which was pure rage—towards her.

*****

"Okay, so while you're all here dealing with this Zelena shit, I'm going to deal with finding my girl," Peter told after Zelena left with rage. He'd managed to snatch up Camilla's dagger before Zelena had the chance to.

David gave him a look. "We need you here."

Peter tutted. "One, I wasn't asking for your permission. Two, respect your elder's decision to look for someone that actually matters in the world and not some fucked up family tree or whatever the fuck this is." David and Snow shared a shock look with each other. "Yeah, now while you're all sorting this family drama out, I'm going to find my formerly dead girlfriend whose pregnant—which is generally surprising."

"Go," Regina told.

Peter nodded and then he—and Devin and Baz—had left Granny's hoping to catch up to wherever Camilla had decided to run off too. They'd walked down Main Street and they knew that sooner or later everyone else within the town would be crawling around the town trying to come up with a plan or something else to figure anything out.

Peter hadn't been sure on how long they were walking down the street for, but it was then that he felt a sudden pulse shoot through his entire being, the void in his heart that was always there since Camilla 'died' had vanished as if it was never there to begin with. It made Peter panic on how quickly it came back, it was like a rush, like being thrown into the ocean unexpectedly and not knowing what to do. He felt himself shiver and stop in his tracks, both Devin and Baz questioned Peter and tried to gain his attention.

And yet no matter how much they tried to get his attention, he'd felt a pull in his chest, like a hook had wormed itself into his chest, pulling him into a direction—like he knew where to look. Though what made this feeling worse was the cold brushing against the back of his neck and ear, like it was whispering "Find me, I need you," and Peter complied with the feeling.

Camilla—who broke into an apartment—found herself drawn here, like it was something familiar, as if there was a part of her which knew to call this place home. Of sorts. She looked around, a couch in the far-right corner which was quite out of the way, a table and chairs as soon as one walks in, an island counter directly opposite the door which was part of a kitchen. To her left was a set of stairs leading up to where Camilla presumed to be more bedrooms, she'd taken notice of the one bedroom which was beside and behind the stairs. The entire layout of the apartment seemed oddly familiar, like she used to call it home before having her memories stripped away from her.

She found herself walking up the stairs, feeling the need to just lay down and overthink about what she did. She knew that if Zelena got her hands on her, there would be some form of consequence for stabbing her and running away. She didn't want to go back to her, she really didn't, it was suffocating as if she was only there to be Zelena's murderous little pet. All she wanted was to look at the people within this town and remember the connections that she has with all of them, she wanted to know how much she cared for the one who'd take claim of her child's father, she wanted to know why those within the Diner looked at her with such surprise.

Camilla shook her head slightly as she then walked into a room, unaware of where she was going. She didn't know why she came into this room in particular, almost as if it was a room that was hers or a space which she claimed—either way, as soon as she laid eyes on the room and what stood within it, she instantly felt more relaxed.

She walked towards the nightstand to see a photo of her and a young boy with brown hair with a red and blue scarf around his neck. He seemed familiar but yet everyone felt familiar, but there was something about this boy in the photo which made Camilla's heart throb in some way, like there was something else missing within her heart. She wanted to know what it meant, what this boy meant to her and why she felt the way that she did. Maybe this boy was like another brother to her? She wasn't sure.

Camilla shook her head then, placing the photo back down on the bedside table. She looked round then, a double bed beside her, a window near the bed, wardrobe on the other side of the bed, a mirror in the corner of the room. The walls were painted dark grey with fairy lights and vines above the bed and a hanging pot plant in another corner of the room. A part of her felt comfortable, like this was meant to be some form of safe space for her, it seemed familiar but yet at the same time it wasn't. She hadn't been in this room before.

Camilla climbed over the bed to get to the wardrobe and then opened it. Inside were a series of black jeans, jumpers, sweaters, and flannels—she wasn't sure as to why she was looking through the wardrobe, probably in hopes that something in her would break through like a memory of being in this room, but there was nothing. She knew that everything that she would do in hopes to unlock part of her memories of the relationship bonds that she had with the people in this town and the places that she visited would fail in some way. And she wasn't even sure if it would ever break.

She sighed, rubbing her eye, and closing the wardrobe before sitting down on the bed. She swung her legs up after taking her shoes off and brought them to her chest. There seemed to be more and more things which wrapped around Camilla's mind, like her pregnancy, not being able to remember the father properly, not being able to remember any connection she ever had with everyone—aside from her brother which she recently managed to break through even if it was partly—and, of course, not being able to remember anything which happened over the past year which seemed to be a common thing within this town. And she hated all of it, every thought that came to mind, she hated.

Leaning back against the headboard and crossing her legs, she placed a hand into the pocket of her jacket only to feel something cold and hard which made her jump slightly. She pulled it out to see that it was a bracelet with a small plaque on it with a name inscribed on it, it was silver and made Camilla wonder how it got there, she didn't know what it was or who would have given it to her, but there was a part of her which knew that this was something that she had been looking for a while ago. She ended up placing the bracelet on, feeling the way that a void inside her seemed to vanish then, like the coldness that laid in half her heart vanished and the warmth finally returning after being missing for so long. It was comfortable enough, enough that she felt as if she missed it in some unknown way—like there was this hidden part within her subconscious that generally missed the feeling of the warmth and comfort that the bracelet brought to her.

She tried to not think too much into it considering that it was weird to think about—that a bracelet could make her feel this way. It seemed almost stupid that a simple bracelet made her feel like this. Especially when a small side of her started to feel almost relief but there was nothing to be relieved over, nothing that made Camilla feel as if there was anything to feel relief over—there was only worry and she just wished that someone could understand any of this or could make sense of what was happening to her.

Ever since coming here she's just felt as if there was something bigger, like there was something about her being within this town that wasn't right—it felt as if she wasn't meant to be here at all as if there were memories locked away which would explain as to why she wasn't meant to be here. But even if there was a reason, there was nothing to deny on how tired she was when it came to being present within this damn world. She just wanted to rest but apparently, when she got her eternal rest, she was brought back to which she wished that she wasn't. She wished that she stayed in her eternal peace, at least there she didn't have to deal with being held captive by another member of Regina's family.

She wasn't sure as to how long she was laying there in the bed, she did try and fall asleep, but she couldn't, so she just laid there with her eyes closed and a hand over another dagger from her waistband. She just wanted to make sure that if she heard any sound, she would be prepared to strike them if she was quick enough.

But, unfortunately enough for herself, when the door of the room opened, the only thing that she did was freeze. She sat up as soon as she heard the creek of the door but with her raised arm with dagger in hand she took notice of a small boy—probably as young as eleven—standing there looking at her with an expression that Camilla couldn't quite place properly. She wasn't sure on who this boy was and why he was here—but then again, she did just break into someone's apartment, so she wasn't sure if this small eleven-year-old lived in the house.

"Mom?" the eleven-year-old asked with hope in his eyes.

Confused, Camilla just stared at the poor boy. "No?"

The eleven-year-old turned his head towards the open door. "Peter!"

There were footsteps which rushed up the stairs and then the same guy from the Diner appeared. The one who Camilla knew to be the father of the thing she's carrying. The one with the nice hair and eyes, the one who was there on the night that they found out that her father was alive and when she stabbed that boy, the one who seemed to know everything about her which she kind of thought to be odd. She couldn't remember his name, it escaped her mind, but it was right there in her mind's eye still so unable for her to reach without Zelena letting the memories back in, and yet she knew his face.

He stared at her with this look on his face that Camilla wasn't too sure on—the eleven-year-old left the room then, leaving Camilla alone in the bedroom with the familiar guy that Camilla couldn't remember. A small part of her wished that the eleven-year-old stayed in here but she was glad that he left. She would rather the boy out of the way just in case she decided to put up a fight—but yet again, she wasn't sure if she did want to fight.

"Cam—Jade," he spoke. His voice seemed to calm a part of her down, but she was still on edge. "It's okay, I promise you, you're safe."

Camilla tensed up then. "Are you just saying that just to get me comfortable and then you're going to had me back over to Zelena?" She pulled out her dagger then, pointing it at him. "I don't want to go back, I won't go back."

He rose his hands. "I promise you that I don't work with Zelena. You must remember that every time you've seen me, I've been with the group of people that Zelena don't really like. I wouldn't even want to work with her, ever." He took a step towards Camilla then, though Camilla followed his movement with her dagger. He didn't stop coming towards her until he placed two fingers on her wrist and the other over the enclosed hand over the dagger's hilt.

There was something about his touch which was somewhat relaxing and warm in comparison to everything that she's felt since arriving back into this godforsaken town. His touch on her skin was like feeling the summers rays on her skin in the morning after a restful night's sleep. In a way, it was like a burst under her skin which Camilla wasn't sure on how to respond towards. She ended up allowing him to take the dagger out of her hand to which he placed on the bedside table, which surprised Camilla slightly considering that she thought that one wouldn't allow a weapon to be too close to her.

She watched as he looked at her and then sat down on the bed, slightly towards her. She didn't know what to do, she wasn't sure on whether she wanted to attack or just see as to what he would have to say to her. And yet, despite that, she was left with not knowing why she would feel the need to attack—from what she was aware, he wouldn't do anything to her, if he wanted to, he would have already. Which makes Camilla believe that he was in fact telling her the truth, which would make sense considering that she does recall him being with the group that Zelena are against.

She cleared her throat then. "I'm sorry, I don't know your name. I know you're the father of my child, but she did something to me, something different to the curse that has blocked the year from all of your minds."

He smiled then, though Camilla could see how much it hurt him to hear that. "I'm Peter." He shifted uncomfortably then. "How bad is it with you—your memories? I know that you can't particularly recognise me or anyone else, but is that it? Is that the problem?"

Camilla nodded. "It is. But she done it so that when she mentions someone's name like yours, I remember everything for a brief moment to answer her question. For instance, your weakness, your strength, what's important to you, where best to strike, and such. I remember only the specifics for the question, the more specific the question would equal the most relevant and specific memory, or something based around that person." She then scratched her arm. "You should know, I told her about everyone and almost everything that she needed to know. About your weaknesses and where to strike."

Peter was silent for a moment then as if he was taking in everything that Camilla was saying. Though there was nothing to deny over the fact that Camilla clearly noticed the way that Peter went tense and the way that it made Camilla feel almost on edge. She waited to see if he would lash out, a part of her wanted him to, a part of her wished that he did. At the end of the day, Zelena will eventually find her and there's nothing stopping her from getting what she wants whether it's answers or something more.

She waited for a response or something else for Peter to say. She didn't care whether its in response to what she just said or it's something completely different. The pain in her heart when she thought about the man that was her brother dying and there being nothing she could do to stop it, she couldn't remember in depth of her relationship with him, but there was enough which slipped through to know that she cared for him—and enough to know that it hurt her and wanted to talk about something. Which was why she brought up the entire Zelena spell over her, she needed a distraction but the thought that she missed his funeral. . .

She missed her brother's funeral. She missed his funeral, and she felt as if she didn't get the chance to fully say goodbye to him. She knew that she shouldn't be aware of who he was to her or be aware of the connection that they shared, at the end of the day, she failed. She failed to protect her brother, and he was dead, and she missed his funeral because Zelena held her under her control. Zelena mentioned that it was her fault, but Camilla felt as if it was her fault that he died. She failed and now he's six feet under.

"I missed it," Camilla muttered. "I missed saying goodbye to him again." She found herself choking out a sob, but there were no tears. "I never said it back."

Peter scooted over and hesitantly hugged her and Camilla took it. She needed it. She felt like her world was breaking apart. It might as well break for its already shattered—its just about the timing of its shattered parts to fall.