A/N: This is just a silly draft I had sitting in my computer for some time. I started writing this based on a dream I had last year, so, please ignore the screwed up timeline of events. Let's just assume Emma was born in 1988 instead of 1983. This story is set in 2002/2015.

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT or anything...

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY DID I SET THAT FUCKING ALARM CLOCK YESTERDAY? FUCK!" she screamed at herself mentally while the annoying beeps of the alarm clock went off. Waking up hungover was already bad enough; she certainly did not need to anticipate that event with the help of such an annoying machine. She fumbled with the sheets trying to find her phone to turn the damn thing off but all she found was a body pressed to hers.

"Hey" she nudged the body next to herself. "Turn that shit off, please," she asked the person. But that didn't happen. All the happened was a very agitated movement that indicated that someone had gotten up from the bed.
It looked like she was going to have to open her eyes and turn the alarm off herself. That got her in an even worse mood.

"Damn, would it cost you so much to cooperate with me once in a while?" she asked, sitting on the mattress and patting the sheets trying to find her phone. Then she noticed. Why was the room so bright? How could it be so hot if they had gone to sleep with an average temperature of 62ºF? She decided to open her eyes properly and they could not believe what she was seeing.

She instantly recognized the room she was in. It was her old bedroom. She had slept in that bedroom during a few of her teenage years. But what was she doing there? On the corner of her eye, she saw someone moving. When she looked to the left, she not only saw her old posters hanging on the wall near the old computer, but there was her old self. Her 13-year-old self. And she was looking dumbfounded at her.

Neither of them said anything. They just kept looking at each other with their mouths hanging open while looking for the right words to say, or even the right thoughts to think. The alarm clock, which had apparently been put in snooze mood went off again. She looked down to the space next to her legs and saw that it was an old alarm clock going off and not her cellphone, like she had previously thought. "It's been ages since I saw one of these." She thought to herself while grabbing the object and turning it off permanently. Why had she set up an alarm clock to wake her up at 5 a.m.? Another mystery to be solved. After doing it, she put the clock down on the mattress again.

"Why are you here?" she heard and looked up. Her teenage-self asked had spoken to her.

"What do you mean, why am I here?" she asked stupidly. She didn't understand the question, but, mainly, she couldn't answer it.

"Are you me?" was she?

"I don't know. I'm me. I'm Emma" she answered.

"I'm Emma." The other person in the room said as well.

"Huh" was all she could muster. What conclusions should she be getting out of that conversation? As it wasn't already confusing enough, being hungover wasn't helping at all. "What's your last name?"

"Swan." The teenager answered her. "What's yours?"

"Swan…" she said in a low, disbelieving voice. "How old are you?"

"I'm thirteen years old." There it was!

"Ha! I'm twenty-eight. We just share names, that's all…" she said, trying more to convince herself than the teenager.

"But how come you look exactly like me? And why are you naked?" the teen asked her and she looked down at her body.

"Shit!" she cursed and hurried to press the sheets against her bare chest, but before she could do that, she took a glance on her breasts. They were significantly smaller than she remembered. Actually, they were just like she remembered them from when she was thirteen years old… oh boy, her headache was getting worse by the second.

"Shit… I really shouldn't have tried waking up so early… no internet time is worth this weird nightmare…" she heard the teenager mumbling to herself.

Nightmare? Yes, that was the only feasible answer to all that was going on.

"Would you say this is an inception nightmare?" she decided to ask the younger girl.

"An what-nightmare?" the girl had no clue.

"Inception" she repeated.

"And it doesn't stop getting weirder…" the teenager started moving towards the bed.

"Hey, would you stop being so sarcastic? Who do you think you are?" when she realized the teen girl was moving to lie down on the bed where she was currently sitting, she got alarmed. "What are you doing?"

"You're a weird nightmare and I'm not enjoying this anymore. I'm going back to sleep until I have to get up for school." The girl put a pillow over her head after lying down and turned to face the wall. "Be gone when I wake up again. Bye." The girl said from under the pillow.

She couldn't believe it. Had she been ignored by her teenage-self? This couldn't be happening. She would deal with this situation immediately. She got up from the bed and was ready to start discussing with the teenager when she lost her hold on the sheets and realized she still was butt-naked.

"Some decency first." She said to herself. Then, she walked to the wardrobe and opened it. She could see all her old clothes hanging there, including her old school uniform. She kind of felt bad about wearing someone else's clothes, but with everything that was happening, she pushed those thoughts aside and started moving the hangers and going through the drawers trying to find a pair of comfortable shorts and a t-shirt, not bothering to look for a set of underwear. She didn't know which was worse, to be bare-skinned inside someone's clothes or wearing their panties, but since that was probably a really freakish dream, she figured there would be no problem going commando for a few minutes.

After she found the items she remembered as being her favorites, she put them on and went to the bed again to try and wake the teenager so they could talk.

Emma approached the bed and shook the teenager's shoulder. "Hey."

"Fuck off…" she heard the girl mumbling.

She sighed and decided to just let the girl sleep. She knew that type of person all too well because she was like that when she wanted to sleep. There was nothing anyone could do to make a person like that get up in the mood to talk. So, what was she going to do until the moody teen decided to wake up again?