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Apr 3 2017, 11:24 AM
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<p>Hank had gotten to the stables earlier than usual, and after he finished mucking out the first half of stalls he decided to take a short break. He went into one of the empty larger stalls full of fresh hay and sat down with his back against the wall. At first he just strummed a few songs on his guitar, but it didn't take long for his eyes to feel heavy. He hadn't even realised how tired he was, he knew he hadn't slept good the night before, but still next thing he knew he was yawning and drifting off into a bit of a nap.

<p>Hank wasn't sure how long he'd been asleep, maybe it was only five minutes, maybe it was an hour, but the next thing he remembered waking up was feeling very different. The world looked different somehow, smelled different, sounded different. He had no idea what was going on, but after a few moments he looked and saw his clothes on the ground, and suddenly realised he had hooves. What the hell! He called out, but no one heard him, granted he wasn't even sure if anyone could understand him any way, it wasn't like he was Mr. Ed, an old television show he remembered from his childhood in the Land Without Magic.

<p>Fortunately he hadn't closed the empty stall behind him when he'd gone in to take a break, so he headed out and into town. A few people walking seemed to look at him funny, and well he was a horse just taking a walk through town with no one else, people probably thought he'd gotten loose from the stables. He needed to find someone, anyone that could help. He couldn't just get into most buildings, he had no hands after all. He kept walking and noticed that someone hadn't latched the door to the Rabbit Hole, so he pushed it open with his head and looked around. Probably no one around this early, it was barely lunch time after all.

<p><b>"Hello, can anyone understand me?"</b> He called out, hoping someone might, but unfortunately it was doubtful any human would understand him.

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Sometimes Hank actually wondered if it had been the right choice staying in Storybrooke and not heading back to Camelot with a lot of the others. He knew that Violet was happy here, especially since she was dating Henry, though the entire thing still made him nervous, everything to worry about as a single parent and now he was dealing with boys as well. Problem was it seemed around Storybrooke they were always waiting for the other magical shoe to drop on their heads, one magical catastrophe and problem after another. Things with the apparently demon possessed dark one had finally died down and been sorted, but now of all things, there were zombies seeping into Storybrooke from somewhere. More reasons to constantly worry about his daughter's welfare, just what he needed.

He wasn't sure he trusted that Henry could keep her safe, but these days he did feel a bit better knowing that Violet had Henry to walk her to and from school. He trusted the lad that much at the very least. Hank had his shift at the stables, he'd already mucked them all out, now he was working on feeding and tending to each horse. Each one had to be rubbed down, groomed, brushed and all that. It was part of the work he actually enjoyed, it was almost cathartic. Plus the horses always sensed if someone was about, even more so if it was danger, so if the horses tensed up or got spooked, Hank knew someone or something was around that shouldn't be.

He sung a bit under his breath as he worked, a nice soothing song that helped put the horses at ease, no particular song, just the first melody that sprung to his mind. He'd always had a nice singing voice, even could play the guitar a bit, but it wasn't something he really advertised, few knew he had talent, and he liked to keep it that way. He led his daughter's horse out of the stall and hooked it to another railing so he could brush him down. Hank wasn't really paying much attention to his surroundings, he knew the horses would perk up if someone came around.

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<p>There were days when Hank wasn't sure if it really was the safest thing deciding to stay here in Storybrooke and raise his daughter here after all the crazy events with Emma and then the heroes taking off to the Underworld, things had been relatively quite for awhile once everyone got back from the Underworld, besides the portals dropping people left and right, but that was more chaos than dangerous. Now things seemed to be getting worse again, something dark was on the horizon, someone had even mentioned seeing a zombie. At first he'd thought maybe they had just meant another person back from the dead because of the magic Rumple had used to get people out of the Underworld, but apparently this had just been some actual reanimated corpse trying to kill people.

<p>He worried about his daughter constantly, he couldn't bare to lose her like he'd lost his wife, his daughter was all he had left. He knew she wouldn't want to go back to the Enchanted Forest even if there was a way to do it, not since she was dating that Mills boy Henry, and she'd finally seemed to start settling into the new world and school. He was in protective dad mode though these days, in overdrive, insisting she never went anywhere alone, even if it was just Henry with her. Insisting that she call even if she were going to be five minutes late. He was patrolling again as well

<p>Today Violet had school, so Hank decided to go for a walk in the forest, more like a patrol really. He even suited up into his old Camelot attire that he hadn't really worn in months, his sword strapped to his side. He'd already tended to the horses at the stable, so he really didn't have much else to do besides worry about his daughter. It wasn't terribly cold, and hadn't snowed in a few days but just the same he opted for much more modern footwear, sturdy boots, warm wool socks, far better than his Camelot boots. He headed off into the woods, not planning on running into anyone, but he tried to remain alert to his surroundings.

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<p>When Hank woke up that morning, he really didn't want to get out of bed, every ounce of his being just wanted to turn over, go back to sleep and just skip this particular day entirely. Sometimes he wondered if it would have been easier to get past the loss of his wife if he hadn't had a daughter to care for, and then in other ways it was probably having Violet that had kept him sane and from doing anything stupid after his wife died. No matter how bad he felt, no matter how sad or miserable, he had their daughter to raise, their daughter that was growing up to be a spitting image of her mother.

<p>As he got out of bed, and went to stand up, and completely forgot that his foot was still injured from a few days ago when a horse got a bit spooked and stepped on his right foot. It wasn't entirely broken, the doctor had said it wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it still hurt to walk on and Hank had to use a cane to walk until it healed a bit more and the bandages could come off.

<p>He eventually fumbled out of his bedroom and into the bathroom, grudgingly starting his morning, he just stared in the mirror a bit, rubbing his face. His beard was coming back in, it wasn't as thick as it had been a few weeks ago before he had shaved it all off, but he had decided he didn't much like trying to keep a clean shaven face, even with the fancier razors of this world, so a few days ago he'd started growing it back.

<p>He put on a pot of coffee to brew, then looked in the refrigerator, he really needed to go shopping but he'd just been putting it off the last few days. There should be enough for breakfast though, eggs, milk, juice still left, but not much. He wasn't even sure what was left in the cupboards right now for cereal and such. He got the creamer out for his coffee and set it by the coffee pot and then just sort of stared at it, his mind wandering to other things, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.


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<p>After what probably amounted to a typical disagreement between father and headstrong teenage daughter, Hank was almost relieved once she finally left for school. Things had been much simpler back in Camelot, maybe not easy, especially after his wife died, but just simpler somehow. Violet always listened to him, and the best part was that she hadn't been dating anyone. Now she was in that age, that age he had been dreading for years. If he could have had his way he would have locked her up until she was thirty, but of course what father doesn't feel that way about their daughter.

<p>Hank started off his morning over at the stables, first tending to his daughter's horse, and then tending to the other horses since he worked there as well as boarding his daughter's horse there. Normally tending Nicodemus would have been Violet's job, but since she was going to school five days a week, he helped took care of Nicodemus in the mornings so Violet only had to worry about tending him in the evening on school days.

<p>He was restless though, something that Violet had said to him about how he had never really dealt with her mother's death, how he still wasn't over her all these years later, holding on to ghosts, and well he had sort of tuned out some of the things she had said, and besides she was the child, not him, it wasn't his concern if he never moved on or if that was effecting how he viewed her dating. The thought of him going to talk to someone about how he was feeling, well that was just silly, he was a knight, a father, a man for crying out loud, he didn't go to doctors to talk about his feelings.

<p>Around lunch time he found himself just wandering around town, at first he didn't even realise he was standing outside Archie Hopper's office, sipping his coffee to go and brooding, he was good at brooding, and good at masking his real feelings, and good at compartmentalising his life and generally not dealing with things. He paced back and forth outside of the door, partly not even realising he was doing it, perhaps subconsciously hoping that Archie would come out and notice him, even if he couldn't admit that consciously or just pick up a phone and make an actual appointment. Absurd, he wasn't crazy, he didn't need to talk to someone.......


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.moment7 b { font-size:13px; color:#828ca3; } .moment7 em { font-weight:bold; color:#828ca3; }
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