The man with deep brown eyes winked at the reporters, raising his hand as a goodbye before making his way down the stage. Greedy reporters tried to yell out the last questions, ready to stamp all over each other for a simple answer from the billionaire.

Fergus turned the TV off, slouching back into the gray coloured couch.

Things had changed drastically, to his surprise, he had handled it pretty well.

Leah, Jolene, Brax and Ash were all Enchanted. Their powers had been introduced to Fergus the day before when he had formed some sort of truce with Nick. Or that's what he thinks.

Ashton and Braxton had elasticity and strength, after hearing that, Fergus could put two and two together. They had been there, they had scared the people, they had taken advantage of the situation. Bloody hell, they had stolen from a bank and held a gun to his head! A small part of him couldn't help but look closer at the twins now, trying to see the end of a gun hidden somewhere.

Leah had the ability to heal, not big wounds or bring people back from the dead, but small cuts and bruises were her forte. Apparently, the heavy glare that seemed to find itself on Fergus more than once made the teenager doubt in Leahs abilities. She'd rather kill than heal him.

And Jolene was a siren, she could sing about something and to whoever she decided to sing, would do her bidding willingly. That made Fergus wonder if she had ever sung for him to make her hot chocolate.

He hoped not, there was no way he was going to be someone's errand boy, especially to a kid like Jo.

Okay, he had definitely not gotten used to the idea that he was currently staying in the house full of Enchanted people. However, when he thought harder about it, he realized that neither Nick nor her current wife were Enchanted, he had yet to ask this of the man.

But then again, he couldn't run head first into the discussion, he knew that, he wasn't a fool.

Nick was planning the murder of Tony Stark for heaven's sake!

"You've been sulking for too long, show some interest in his plans. Stop avoiding everyone, Jo won't be sharing the couch with you forever perv. Besides, Nick will start thinking you're plotting something against him if you keep high tailing out of the room all the time." Fergus blinked up, meeting Leah's dark gaze.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Leah?" The girl raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow, crossing her arms in annoyance. "I mean, uh, it's fine. I just needed a little time to myself. Had to sort out all those magical thoughts up here." he said, offering the girl a cheeky smile as he tapped the side of his temple.

Deep down, he was still trying to sort out whatever was going on.

Leah breathed through her teeth, dropping her tense shoulders. "Just be careful, okay?" Fergus nodded, feeling drained of energy. She left quietly, as soon as she disappeared, Fergus felt the aching in his back reduce.

He shuddered at the feeling. It was as if someone's cold fingers had gently caressed his back muscles, pulling away strings of pain.

***

Days passed and Fergus was mostly kept in the dark. He could merely see Leah who was back to avoiding him. Braxton was being his usual, moody self.

Fergus looked at himself from the mirror, blinking groggily. He could almost swear he saw his eyes glow for a second. He pinched the bridge of his nose, glaring at himself. 

Flying cards, stalking ravens, glowing eyes, mutants and messed up old people with scientists knowledge. 

You're not allowed to go crazy in this house. He thought to himself, fearing he was losing his mind. In all honesty, he wouldn't be surprised considering all he's been through.

He shook his head, getting the walls and mirror wet with cold water that flew from the tips of his ink black hair.

He  would have to cut it soon, unless he wanted to look like someone from the middle ages. He halted, realizing he was hearing steps that came up the stairs. he could hear it through the thick bathroom door, through Refs old room and down the hall. He could sense the person, it was Brax, he could locate his silent yet heavy footsteps missing the creaky floorboards with ease as he came to a stop in front of Refsters bedroom door. 

As Fergus stood, frozen, he could hear his quiet, sad sigh as Braxton walked away quietly, as if he was never there. 

Startled, Fergus slammed the bathroom door shut, fumbling with his black sweats and grey t-shirt as it wasn't going properly over his head due to him still being wet. 

He didn't just hear Braxton Lennon sighing behind a thick door. He didn't just sense it being Brax. He just didn't, there's no way.  He gulped nervously, trying to ignore the empty walls that still seemed to breathe Refsters scent in the room. 

Refsters scent? what the hell Fergus, your'e losing it. He shot out of the room, slamming the door behind him, flinching as he heard a small crack from the hinges. 

He walked away hurriedly, searching for the one person he sort of, almost felt comfortable with. He still did not like kids, the fact that he was searching company from one was truly pathetic. 

He stopped in front of a mahogany door, raising his knuckles to knock. "You may enter!" he heard the gentle voice of Jo. The tall teenager pushed the door open with a small creak, gulping as he brushed the sweat from his forehead. "Would you look at that Cheshire and White Rabbit, the Mad Hatter has arrived, enter Mr. Hatter."

Fergus frowned, really starting to regret his choice of friends in this house. 

Tea parties were the worst, but since he did not want to be alone, he would just sit through with Jo's game. "Hey Jo-" "It's Alice, Hatter." Fergus rolled his green eyes, the tightness in his throat and lungs having disappeared slowly. He sat cross-legged behind the tiny table, being careful not to bump into the table and push over the tea cups and stuffed animals. He watched curiously as Jo jumped up, going to dig through her closet. Fergus sighed in annoyance as old hat was placed over his wet hair, a large peacocks feather falling over his unamused eyes. 

"We were just discussing you, Mr. Hatter. How have you been faring? Rabbit, here was thinking you are too isolated from the rest." She asked, pouring Fergus non-existent tea. "Oh you know, I've been f-- fantastic." He mumbled over his words, realizing he was talking to a child. "Excellent! I was informed by Tweedledee that The Red Queen is cooking pasta tonight, how would you like that? Also, that hat looks dashing on you!" he couldn't even tell if she was mocking him for the dusty hat or not. 

"Yeah, amazing, really. Tweedledee said? But whats going on with...Tweedledum? He's quite moody, is he not?" Fergus played along, watching as Jo caught the stuffed rabbit that almost fell off its chair randomly. "Have you not heard?" Fergus shook his head, gripping the plastic mug. Jo pushed her thick, red hair behind herself, taking a sip of air. Then she leaned closer to Fergus as if she was going to tell a secret "Tweedledum lost someone very dear to him. Some forest folk even say it was his lover who is never coming back." 

Fergus was choking on his own spit, as he coughed, trying to catch his breath, realization dawned to him why Braxton was hating him so much. 

"Tweedledum is mourning the loss of his soulmate, Hatter."

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