This is only the first installment, I know it's short and there's little interaction between them, but I promise there will be some in the second chapter and going forward :) Please tell me what you think!

Emma stood in shock, Henry at her side as she looked at the back of Mary Margaret and David's heads, unsure of what to say.

"So it's all true?" she finally said, watching as her... her parents turned around to look at her. Both of them moved to hug her, Mary Margaret first, then David, his hand cupping the back of her head. She backed out of the hug when Henry spoke, but she didn't hear what he said, only registering the sound of his voice. Turning her eyes to David, she chewed her lip and sighed.

The dwarves, she guessed they were, called attention to Mary Margaret and David, which allowed Emma to back out of the attention they were paying her. She didn't want it, she didn't want them fawning over her and reminding her that she was their savior or whatever they wanted to consider her. Emma watched as David turned his attention to the woman walking up to them at the moment, Mother Superior, she thought she might be, but she didn't know who she was supposed to be in their Fairy Tale world. This was... a lot to take in, she didn't know how to deal with it, was still reeling on the fact that the curse had been real, Henry had been right. And now they had magic to deal with.

Leroy said it was the Queen who was responsible, practically calling for the woman's head, and that was what called her attention. Her head snapped up and she shook it.

"No. Wait, it wasn't Regina," she muttered. "It was Gold. He tricked me when Regina and I thought he was helping us try to save Henry. He brought magic here." Emma started walking in the direction of the shop, Henry beside her and it only took moments before Mary Margaret and David were beside her, Granny, Ruby and the dwarves following. She figured Mother Superior was, too, but her eyes hadn't landed on the woman again.

They didn't even get fifty feet down the road before Mary Margaret was speaking again, prodding, pushing. Something she'd always done, since the moment Emma had met her, but before it had seemed like interest, wanting to know her and be her friend. Now it was pushy, uncomfortable, and just… annoying.

"Is there anything you want to ask us? You must have questions," Mary Margaret said in her innocent tone. Emma practically snorted.

Yeah, where the fuck were you my entire life and why didn't you keep me, she thought, though she didn't say those words. Instead, "The only questions I have are for Mr. Gold." Her words were angry as she led the group toward the pawn shop. "Why did he double cross me and what did he do to this town."

"Um, shouldn't we talk about… it first?" Mary Margaret pushed.

"What?" Emma returned on an annoyed sigh, turning her face to look at her roommate for a second before looking forward again.

"Us… your life, everything!"

"Can we do everything, maybe later, like with a glass of wine... or several… bottles?" she volleyed, waving her arm in a motion signaling that she didn't want to talk about it, she wanted to ignore it and deal with one problem at a time, and for now, that was Gold. Next would be her father. She could discuss the rest later. Way later.

David spoke then; the first words he'd really said to her since the curse had broken and he'd realized he was her father. "I know it's a lot to take in, for all of us."

"And we don't want to push, but we have waited for this moment for so long-" Mary Margaret cut in, cutting David's words off, so Emma did the same to her.

"So have I!" she answered with a short tone, turning to face them, her eyes finding David automatically and looking at him before she switched her gaze. "I have thought about this moment my entire life. I've imagined who you might be, but of all the scenarios that I concocted… my parents being… I-I just need a little time, th-that's all."

David was looking past her when her gaze shifted to him once more, and he said, "Snow…"

Emma turned when she heard voices, looking to see Archie running up to them. She sighed as she listened to the therapist. Just what they needed, another problem to solve. And as if she really wanted to save the woman who had made the poisoned food meant for her, instead consumed by her son.

Still, Henry was worried, so after watching Mary Margaret give a meaningful glance to David, the group took off running to try to stop the people rallying for Regina's death.

Once Regina was secured in a cell at the station, Emma sent Henry off with Ruby, David and Snow watching on as she patted the car for its leave. David pleaded with his wife to drop it, not to push Emma when she wasn't ready. He wasn't certain she'd ever be ready to talk about them being her parents.

Particularly not after the many nights he and Emma had spent together.

Alone.

Doing things he shouldn't think about. Doing things he wouldn't want to think about any man doing to or with his daughter.

But that would need to be addressed, whenever they had a moment alone, because he definitely didn't want his wife-Emma's mother-to know. No.

That would only bring more problems than necessary.

But Snow pushed. The moment Emma walked up to them, she was waiting, pushing, vocalizing her need to discuss Emma's life, and he hated it. He didn't want to push her. But Snow, she was impatient, she wanted results and resolutions and the reunion with their daughter that they had unknowingly been waiting for, for twenty-eight years.

And if she knew... if she knew the ways David had gotten to know their daughter, well, he had no idea what she'd say. They hadn't known they were father and daughter. Henry had said it a thousand times over, Emma had even brought it up between twisted sheets and tangled limbs, but they'd laughed it off, because how absurd that a father and daughter could be practically the same age, that they were victims of an evil queen and a dark curse. And yet...

Emma snapped. He'd told Snow not to push and she did, and now they had an annoyed daughter and an Evil Queen and a twisted Dark One to deal with. Oh, and magic to top it all off. But the real icing, for David anyway, was the fact that he somehow had to discuss with Emma the things they'd done and the hours they'd shared in secret, hiding from the town and bringing each other release after release.

But it would have to wait.

For now, Snow was rambling about how good of friends she and Emma had been before the curse broke. David couldn't help the stab of guilt he felt at that, too. He and Emma shouldn't have been sleeping together, even if they hadn't ended up being father and daughter; Emma was supposed to have been Mary Margaret's best friend, and he was supposed to have been in love with her. Still, he was a man, and Emma was… one hell of a woman.

He almost missed the part his wife was speaking about when she said 'one-night stands' but he felt automatically jealous, not that he had a place, and Emma, well, he saw the look of distaste she gave him, and whether that was from his instinctive jealousy, or the fact that she was caught in the middle of her parent's marriage, he didn't know.

But then Emma was speaking, and it was breaking his heart. "No matter what the circumstances, for twenty-eight years, I only knew one thing - that my parents sent me away," Emma pointed out, eyes locked on the mother she'd just found.

"We did that to give you your best chance," Snow reasoned, the smile never leaving her face. It was all David could do not to yell at Snow in that moment. He hadn't wanted to put Emma in the wardrobe. He had wanted to keep her with them, wanted to protect her somehow. But it was most definitely not his choice to put her in that goddamn wardrobe.

Emma looked at David, though he noticed that every time she did, it was only a quick glance, and she kept her focus on Snow.

"You did it for everyone, because that's who you are - leaders, heroes, princes and princesses, and that's great and - and amazing and…" she sighed, keeping her gaze from either of their faces, "wonderful, but it doesn't change the fact that for my entire life, I was alone."

Snow sighed, then reasoned again, "But if we hadn't done that, you would have been cursed, too."

And Emma… Emma's answer just broke his heart. "But we would have been together. Which curse is worse?" He was glad - so glad that her eyes remained on Snow. If she had looked at him in that moment, David would have broken, he was certain of it. But she shook her head and pushed past them, mumbling that she wanted to go find Gold. He turned, watching her walk away, then weaved his fingers with his wife's and followed, pained at his daughter's experience.

David groaned as they fought the wraith. It was just one mission after another in his entire life with Snow, and he found himself feeling thankful for the curse, because at least he had a break, even when he woke up from the coma. He couldn't remember the last time he and Snow had had a truly peaceful moment in their relationship together. And now they were fighting to save Regina, the woman who was behind the curse that had made them lose their daughter, had made him miss twenty-eight years of his life, and for once he was cursing Snow's forgiving and hopeful heart.

And every feeling of contempt he felt at the forgiving and hopeful and helpful heart was increased tenfold as he watched Emma fall through the portal, and watched Snow jump after her. But he was too late. He tried to follow them, but he had missed the portal, and now… well, now his only mission was to get them back, and if threatening Regina's life was the only way to do it, he would damn well get it done.