Welcome to Part 2!

Fair warning, this entire story contains spoilers for Once Upon a Time Season 4. If you want to start watching the show or you are watching and haven't made it to Season 4 yet, consider this your final warning. No complaints about spoilers will be accepted.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the continuation! If you haven't read Part 1, you don't really need to but I would recommend it.

Reviews welcome!

Enjoy!

MCPO M-061

Chapter 1

"Hang in there, babe," Fox whispered as he adjusted his things, "I'm coming for you."

He looked down to his puppy, Stormer, who whined nervously.

"I know it's scary here girl," Fox said and knelt next to Stormer, "I'll keep you safe, ok?"

She bounded up into his arms and they left the alleyway, walking into a new life.

# # #

Five Years Later…

Fox looked out the window of his apartment as he sipped his coffee, his exo gleaming in the moonlight. Stormer, who had grown significantly, joined him with a whine. Her shoulder now reached up to his mid-thigh and she had been trained well in obedience. Fox often took her to work with him as an assistant when he worked with kids.

In the five years that Fox had spent in his birth realm, he had been able to sense the location of Storybrooke, courtesy of Grandpabbie's parting gift. Fox had yet to go to the mysterious town, partly because he had previously not had a means of getting there and partly because he had yet to sense Elsa's magic.

That evening was different. His sixth sense had been buzzing for the last hour while he planned to move out of New York. He had quit his job, cancelled his rent and donated his furniture to a local shop. Unfortunately, Fox's large bank balance couldn't go with him and as such, he had arranged to donate it all to charity at the end of the month.

He finished the last drop of his coffee and rinsed out the mug before slipping his trusty Sig into his drop leg holster and his car keys.

"Come, Stormer," he said, and she bounded over, "Your mum's back and we've got to go pick her up."

Stormer whined at the mention of Elsa but wagged her tail at the idea of a car ride. Fox carried his duffle bag of clothes and his rifle case down to the car with Stormer following him, her lead in her mouth. When they got to the car, Fox smiled at Stormer and took the leash.

"Think your mum will recognise me?" he asked and Stormer whined by the door, "Probably not. It's been five years for me, and I have no idea how long she's been trapped in that bloody urn."

He opened the door and Stormer jumped into her hammock. Fox sighed to himself as he climbed in the front and keyed the ignition. 707 supercharged horses rumbled to life and he pulled away, leaving behind his temporary life of five years.

The drive up to Maine lasted about seven hours with Fox breaking most of the speed limits. He didn't sleep for one of them and eventually ended up on a long forest road. His magical sixth sense directed him to a red line in the road and he pulled over.

"Guess we're here girl," he said nervously.

He sighed and gripped the wheel before easing the car over the line. As he did, the road became curved and a sign appeared on his left.

"Welcome to Storybrooke," he muttered, earning a sleepy yip from Stormer, "Guess we're here after all."

He cracked a smirk and drove on. About a minute later, he came across a frozen van and slammed on the brakes. Stormer yipped in surprise at the sudden stop and Fox got out to inspect the van. He didn't find anyone but when he returned to the Hellcat, he grabbed his new weapons, a Desert Tech MDR.308 and a .50 AE Desert Eagle, from the trunk and set the rifle on the passenger seat before putting the Eagle in a belt holster.

A few minutes later he arrived in town and earned himself some confused and wary looks from the town folk. As he looked around, his heart sank a little as he realised all the cars were all about 30 years old.

He pulled up outside a diner called Granny's and shut off his engine. He grabbed his rifle and clipped it to his pack before throwing the bag on his back and letting Stormer out.

"Come, girl," he said, and they headed in.

The door dinged as they walked in, Fox letting his dog go first. The only available seat was next to an 11-year-old boy at the bar counter.

"Sorry, kid," Fox started, "Is this seat taken?"

"No, you can have it," the kid replied and looked up at Fox, "I haven't seen you around before."

"Just got into town," Fox replied and set his bag at his feet, "I'm Fox and this is Stormer."

He held out his hand for a handshake and the kid took it.

"Henry," he replied, "What brings you to Storybrooke?"

Before Fox could reply, the elderly woman behind the counter interrupted them.

"What can I get you?" she asked gruffly.

"I saw burgers being advertised," Fox said hesitantly, unsure of the menu and she nodded.

"Coming right up," she said and left them.

"Granny makes the best burgers," Henry said, "Anyway, what brings you to Storybrooke?"

"Right," Fox said, getting back to the original conversation, "I'm looking for someone. My fiancée."

Henry nodded.

"What's her name?" he asked.

"Elsa," Fox smiled fondly, "Haven't seen her in about five years now. I don't really remember what happened though."

Before Henry could say anything else, a blonde woman walked into the diner and bee-lined for Henry.

"Hey kid," she greeted, ignoring Fox and his husky.

"Hey mom," Henry said, "This is Fox. He just got into town and is looking for his fiancée."

"Pleasure," she said uneasily, noting his rifle.

"Likewise, Sherriff," Fox said and held out his hand for a handshake.

She took it tentatively and Fox noticed her eyes flick to his weapon.

"It's licensed," he said, "I'm a close protection officer and the rifle is one of my tools of the trade."

She nodded and relaxed a little.

"Nice to meet you," she said and nodded her head to the door.

"You too," he replied, "Thanks for the seat, Henry."

"Welcome, Mr Fox," Henry smiled back as he left.

Fox turned back to find Stormer in the vacated seat.

"How…never mind," Fox smiled and stroked his dog's head, "Just don't lick my burger. If you're hungry, maybe Granny can bring you a piece of chicken."

As he finished, his burger arrived.

"Anything else?" she asked and watched the husky.

"Is there any chance you have any uncooked chicken offcuts?" Fox asked with a sheepish smile, "Stormer is a bit hungry."

Granny cracked a tight smile.

"If it's not ok, I understand," Fox backtracked.

"It's fine dear," Granny replied and left to get the chicken.

About halfway through their meal, Fox heard screams coming from the street. He frowned and got up with his pack to check the street. A little way up, a large snow golem roared, and Fox's eyes widened.

"Elsa," he whispered and threw the pack on, "Terribly sorry, but could Stormer stay here for a bit? I think I've found who I'm looking for. She's very well behaved. Just tell her what you want her to do and she'll do it."

"Sure, dear," Granny smiled, recognising his desperate look.

He nodded and sprinted out, watching as the golem disappeared behind a building. He scanned the street and saw a Honda Rally bike sitting in the parking lot with the keys left in. In seconds, he was buzzing away after the golem, his exo helmet forming around his head and face.

"Hey!" the bike owner shouted, "He just stole my bike!"

# # #

Fox followed the golem's tracks through the woods, taking jumps and slides with ease. He topped a hill to see a camp being attacked. A group of people got knocked down and a woman shot an arrow at the golem. He sighed and gunned the little bike down the hill.

As he neared, he opened fire on the golem with his Eagle, drawing its attention. The golem let out a blast of icy breath and knocked Fox off his bike.

Fox rolled away and came up firing, the high-powered rounds powdering the golem's chest. The woman who fired the arrow watched him in surprise as he walked past her, fire and thunder flashing from his weapon. The slide kicked back and locked open, alerting him to the lack of ammunition in the magazine.

"Crap," he swore, and the golem sent him into a tree with a single blow.

As the blow hit, his kinetic shield flashed up in front of him and again as he hit the tree, sending his rifle and empty sidearm to the ground. He slid down with a bruised groan and pawed for his rifle as the golem approached to finish him off.

"Come on," he groaned and opened fire with the rifle.

The golem bellowed as the rounds slammed into its raised fist. Unfortunately, Fox's 20 round magazine ran dry before the golem's fist was blown apart. The weapon clicked and the fist started down, prompting Fox to curl up.

Before the golem could start its assault, another woman appeared, and flash fried the golem, turning it into a puddle. Fox raised his head carefully to see a woman in smart business-like attire watching him with curiosity.

"Marian!" one of the men who was knocked down cried out, "Are you all right?"

Marian eyed the other woman carefully as if she was expecting an attack.

"Yes," she replied to the man, obviously her better half, "Maybe you're not a monster, Regina."

"Maybe I'm not," Regina said with a hint of hurt, "Welcome to Storybrooke, Marian."

Regina turned to go, ignoring Fox in the process. The Sherriff called out to her, but it was too late. Regina disappeared in a puff of purple smoke and left them staring at the spot. Fox groaned as he picked himself up and went to collect his weapon.

"That hurt," he said painfully as bent down for his Eagle.

"Mr Fox," the Sherriff said coolly, "Care to explain yourself?"

"Well, Sherriff Swan," Fox said as he reloaded, "It's like Henry said, I'm looking for my fiancée."

"How do you know she's here?" the other Sherriff (who was wearing a badge) asked.

Fox gestured to the pile of snow.

"Pretty sure Regina just flash-fried one of her creations," Fox replied with a shrug, "Anyway, I need to return the bike that I…borrowed and get my dog back from Granny. If you want the full story, I'm happy to meet you there."

Sheriff Swan nodded, and Fox mounted the bike.

"Oh, before I go," he said as an afterthought, "Marian, you're not a magic user, right?"

Marian looked a little angry but shook her head as it faded.

"No," she replied, "But I did just come through a time portal."

Fox nodded, his magic sense telling him otherwise.

"Right," he frowned, "Magic sense must be a little outa practice. Sorry about that."

She dismissed it with a wave, and he buzzed away.