Down the Rabbit Hole
Disclaimer: I wish, but no, I don't own the characters/show.
Author's Note: I have lost the ability to can. This is the result.
She's falling. Plummeting into the abyss. Out of her depth, out of control in every way. Down the rabbit hole that was actually in the Mad Hatter's hat the entire time.
Alice has nothing on Emma Swan.
She should have never pushed Regina out of the way, she should have let that Wraith have her, but she'd promised Henry. Henry, who, depending on how this all ends, she'll probably never see again. The thought eats at her from the inside. She'd just got him back, and now-
Nothingness, oblivion, not exactly how she imagined her end. Considering her life recently, however, it's not all that far fetched.
But as she continues to fall she feels something grab her, grab her jacket in fact. But who- Oh shit.
A quick glance up confirms her fears. Mary Margaret, Snow White, her mother. She must have jumped in after her.
"Why?!" she tries to shout, but the words are lost in the vortex.
Snow shouts something back, but all Emma can make out is "Not…again!"
She feels her eyes widen and vision swim as Snow's grip tightens on her jacket. She'd basically called them out, called her out, on doing what was best for their kingdom, for the greater good, not their daughter, but this, this was something else.
They could be falling straight to their deaths or into some kind of parallel world purgatory, but Snow had still jumped.
For me. Only for me.
It's the last thought Emma has before hitting the ground, hard.
