A/N: Guess who's back with more OUAT fanfic...

Anyway, hope you enjoy this, I've already typed up the whole thing so there'll be no waiting for updates.

Regardless I hope you all enjoy!

The whole town was weird. Everywhere he went, Henry saw people staring at him, whispering about him, about his mom, behind his back. Not a lot of it made sense and usually by the time Henry had worked up the nerves to ask someone about it, his mom or one of her friends had appeared to cart him away once again.

That was another thing that Henry hated about this stupid little, small time town. Sure the people were nice enough but they were just too nice for him. He'd grown up in Boston and had spent the past year in New York, he wasn't a little kid, he could take care of himself. He didn't need his mom signing him up for fishing trip after fishing trip or leaving him with the pregnant woman his mom went to jail with or the old lady who ran the dinner. He didn't need to be pawned off on the creepy mayor who kept glancing at him and acting like she knew him or the wannabe Jack Sparrow who just wanted to screw his mom.

That, in itself, was a terrifying mental image.

No, Henry didn't want any of this. He just wanted to go back to New York, to his Xbox and his friends, to Avery and pranks and Lisa who sat next to him in math class. Henry had a life, one that he was happy with, and so he couldn't understand why his mother was hell-bent on creating a new life here in Storybrooke.

"I just want to know what the hell is going on around here!" Henry shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"Hey," David yelled, stepping in between Emma and the teen, "Don't talk to your mother like that!"

"What's it to you? What's it to any of you? You're not my family and we don't belong here!"

"Henry," Emma sighed, moving closer.

"No! You're not getting out of this. I'm sick of it. Hell, I should be in school mom! But I'm stuck here with all these weirdos staring at me and I just want to go home!"

"If I may-"

"No, you may not. What's with the leather anyway? It's weird," Henry shouted, interrupting the pirate wannabe before returning to glaring at his mother. "I want to go home, this whole place is like a headache and I'm sick of it. I'll go stay with Avery until you come back but this isn't our home, mom, we don't belong here," Henry finished, turning around and throwing himself down on the sofa, looking down, avoiding his mother's friends openly staring at him after his outburst.

Feeling the sofa dip beside him, Henry turned to see his mom, wringing her hands. "Henry, I wish I could explain all this to you but it's-"

"I swear, if you say its 'complicated'-"

"Complicated. I'm sorry kid. We've just got to stay a little while longer for this case I'm working on," Emma apologised.

"Mom," Henry said, taking a deep breath before looking up, "I don't believe you. None of this makes sense, this 'case' has been going on for way too long and a man died. If we were back in New York you would have turned this sort of thing over to the cops as soon as the first body dropped"

"You're right. I'm sorry kid, no more lying," raising her hands, Emma stood up. "Tell you what, give me twenty minutes and I'll explain everything to you."

"Emma, are you sure that's for the best?" Mary-Margret interrupted, "It's just that-"

"He's my kid and I'll decide what's best for him," Emma snapped and Henry couldn't help but be proud of his mother of a moment.

"No more cover stories?" Henry asked.

"No more covers."

"No lying?"

"None, I promise, just give me a few minutes to organise everything."

"You remember Regina, right?" Emma asked.

Looking up from his phone, Henry saw the creepy mayor looking at him oddly as she stood by him mom. "Sure, Miss Mills, right?"

"Yes, Henry," the mayor nodded.

"She's going to help me explain something."

"Mom, what's she going to do?" Henry asked, "No offense, I'm sure you know plenty but…"

"It's okay, Henry," Regina sighed, before pulling Emma away, whispering about whether or not something was going to work.

"Regina, we have to try. You've been teaching me, we can do this."

"Miss Swan-"

"Regina, please! We can't leave him like this!"

"What happened to leaving? I thought you were happy in New York," Regina said, eyes flicking over to where Henry sat.

"I want him to be happy, we both want that, but shouldn't we give him a choice?" Emma sighed.

"He deserves to know, even if they still decide to leave," David joined in, his arm still wrapped around his wife's shoulder as the pirate moved over to Emma.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Swan?"

"No, but this is what Henry wants," Emma finished before moving over to the sofa. "You're going to have to trust me once more here kid, I'll explain everything in a minute."

"Okay."

"Does he have anything from before the curse?" Regina asked, avoiding looking at henry at all.

"Curse? Mom, what the hell-"

"His scarf?" Emma answered, ignoring Henry's outburst.

"From Neverland?" Regina asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

"Mom, this makes no sense, what are you talking about?"

"Henry, just go get your scarf," Emma interrupted, lifting a hand to her temple.

Shaking his head, Henry left the room; the adults were being weird and cryptic once again and the sooner this whole thing was over the sooner he could leave and put this whole headache behind him.

"Here," thrusting the scarf into his mother's hands, Henry went back to sit on the couch, watching as his mother passed the object to the mayor who looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"This will hurt, if it works," Regina warned.

"What's going to hurt? Mom?"

"Henry, we're going to do something. There are things you don't know and we think we can… We can tell you, show you everything. Do you trust us?" Emma asked as she sat beside him on the sofa, Regina sitting on his other side.

"Yeah but, what are you going to do?"

"You have to trust us," Regina answered, holding one end of the scarf out to Emma.

"You have to believe," Emma sighed, taking hold of the scarf with one hand as she held one of Henry's hands with her free hand, watching as Regina did the same.

"Believe in what mom?"

"The impossible," Emma smiled as everything went white.

Minutes passed by before Henry opened his eyes again, waiting for the flashing images in his head to slow down enough for him to focus on anyone else in the room. He could hear his mother shifting by his side as the mayor brushed his hair back from his forehead.

Killian's footsteps seemed to match the pulsing in his head and Mary-Margret's shallow breathing helped anchor him to the room and focus on David's chanting, begging for him to be okay and open his eyes. s

It was like waking up from a dream only to find yourself in agony. Grasping his head, trying to move past the pain and clear his head of people who were and people who weren't people, characters, who would never be... Looking up, Henry saw all the faces staring at him, expecting him to remember them. And he did.

"Mom?" he asked, voice small, looking at the dark haired woman on his left.

"We're here Henry, it's all okay," Regina whispered, pulling Henry into her arms, pressing kisses against his head

He remembered everything.

A/N2: So, there you have part one of my latest little series. Let me know if there's any point in continuing and what you thought.

Until next time!