This is a new AU, the idea came from somebody who inboxed me and asked me to write them something. The idea was all there's. I hope you guys enjoy, there's going to be a lot of surprises.

Chapter 1: Emma's story

There laying in her bed with the most agonizing pain imaginable was Emma Swan. Sweat dripped down her face and alongside her neck, blonde locks clung to her side and down her neck, screams of contractions filled the room as lights flickered on and off. Of course, her baby had to born on the day of the worst storm in history.

It all started when Emma was only eight-teen and met the man of her dreams...or she thought anyway. This man at first was nice, a CEO at a major company that everybody was well aware of, lived in a penthouse and would always take Emma to fancy restaurants. But then something happened, he got controlling, abusive, and would always come home drunk. This man was known as Neal Cassidy.

Roughly around the time Neal changed, Emma had found out she was pregnant, and the only thing that frightened her the most was she was not happy. She didn't want to bring this baby into a world of abuse and control, so she left. She was able to get in contact with an old friend, August. He was her childhood friend, he was always there for her, they grew up together in the foster system, he was what she called her guardian angel.

Ever since Emma had left, she had heard about Neal looking for her, but so far he was unsuccessful. He didn't know anything about their unborn child, and that's how she wanted to keep it, her baby deserves a father that would be a good role model and Neal wasn't that man.

"Alright, one last push, Emma," Said the doctor as he grabbed onto the fetus head and tried not to cringe as Emma let out an agonizing, ear piercing screech that made all lights flicker.

Before Emma knew a thing she heard the sound of newborn cries fill the room. Her baby was finally here and she couldn't have felt happier. But then looking to her side she saw the patrol officer, the women who were going to take her away from her child and put her back behind those bars.

"It's a boy, Emma," Said the doctor as he wrapped the infant in a soft blue hospital blanket that was so delicate for a baby's skin, "Would you like to hold him?"

Right away she nodded as her arms were filled with the baby, her baby, her son, and she never wanted this moment to end, but she knew eventually it would.

"...Henry..." The name came to her in an instant, it was like the name had already belonged to him once before. During her pregnancy she had never had the time to think about baby names, at first she was just trying to get away from Neal, then it was settling down and trying to find a job that would hire a single pregnant mom, and then she was found guilty for Neals crimes, which was false, apparently Neal forged her signature on a bunch of illegal documents and she got the blames. She was in prison ever since then and baby names were far from her mind.

"Welcome to the world, Henry." August sat in the rocking chair next to Emma's bed. It was his first time seeing and holding this small bundle of joy, and frankly, he never wanted to let go.

Emma watched from the bed, her body was sore and everything felt swollen, no matter what way she laid nothing felt right. "It's going to be hard not being able to spend his first three months with him," She said as she rubbed her finger on his soft hand and left him to grip her finger.

August, looking up at the tear-filled eyes of Emma saw all of the pain that was held inside of her. "Everything will be alright, I will take care of him until you return Emma, he'll be fine."

"Do you promise?" Was all she could ask, she trusted August with everything and if he said everything was going to be alright, then she should believe him, but something just didn't seem right to her.

"Absolutely, as long as he's with me nothing will get to him, he'll be the happiest baby and I'll tell him how much his mother misses him every night," August told her as baby Henry started to cry in his arms. Carefully he bounced the baby, making sure to do it in a soothing way and not in an aggressive way that would just hurt or make him more upset.

She smiled, August was going to be a great father figure in Henry's life, and she knew if she could trust anybody it would be August.

"Mr. Booth," Said the nurse who walked in who was all dressed in pink scrubs, "I'm sorry but mother and baby need to rest up right now."

"Oh, of course." August handed the baby over to Emma who carefully took him in her arms and rocked him soothingly as he started to fall asleep in the comfort of his mothers' arms. "I'll come back tomorrow Ems."

Emma nodded and smiled as she watched her friend leave. When she looked down at her son and felt the warmness of his body onto hers, she had no idea that this would be the last skin on skin contact she would ever have with her baby.

"Now, Miss. Swan, we need you to sign these papers, it's letting us know that you've agreed to put this baby up for adoption," The nurse said placing a consent form down onto a small table with a black pen next to it, wheeling it over to her bedside.

"Oh, actually...I've decided to keep him...he's mine, and I'll always love him." She kissed her son gently on his forehead, making small soothing motions around his back.

The nurse smiled, she loved it when a mother chose her child over everything else. "Well, congratulations are in order."

When the nurse left Emma had a moment to really look at her son, he was beautiful. He had the smallest nose and the tiniest hands and feet, his hair was a dark brown, just like his fathers, which she didn't seem to mind, he had Neals eyes as well, which made them look more alike. The only thing she hoped for more was that Henry didn't end up like Neal.

Baby Henry ended up falling asleep on his mother's chest, he was making the cutest baby grunts and would curl his fingers around his mothers' fingers.

Emma was glad she got to spend this mother-son bonding time with Henry because it was the last she would get in three months...or so she thought. Nobody was prepared for what was to come next.

Emma was sitting in bed with Henry sleeping in her arms, August was rushing around the room making sure that they had everything ready for Henrys descend from the hospital. It had been two days and he was a healthy baby boy, ready to go home.

"Do you have his binky?" Emma asked looking around the room.

August went into his jacket pocket and took out a case of two binkies inside, made especially for newborns. "Check."

Emma looked around at all the bags again, there was his rear-view car seat, his clothes, his shoes, his stuffies. "What about his blankets?"

"Yup," August said as he unzipped a bag full of soft crochet and cotton blankets.

"Alright, what about..." Before she could even finish August had to stop her, she was worrying too much about this.

"Ems it's alright, Henry will be fine. I have everything from diapers, to bottles, to jackets...just calm down," August reassured her, "You'll be out in just three short months and then you'll have Henry all to yourself."

Emma took a deep breath, "There's just something that doesn't seem right...maybe he shouldn't leave the hospital today, maybe it's too soon." Her motherly instincts were already kicking in.

August put a comforting arm around Emma's shoulders and looked down at the sleeping baby, "He'll be fine, trust me, I won't let anything or anybody hurt him...not as long as he's with me that is."

She looked down at Henry and combed her fingers through his soft brown locks, then slowly brushed her fingers over his face. "Alright, I trust you." Slowly she passed him over to August, he was wrapped in a snug blue blanket, his named writing on the side, he had a little hate that had mickey mouse ears sticking up and he was wearing the warmest outfit Emma could afford.

"I love you, Henry," Emma whispered as she placed the baby in Augusts' arms and brushed her lips softly against Henry's cheek. A tear started to roll down her cheek.

August looked over at Emma one last time before placing the baby down into his car seat, making sure the flap over the wind guard first, it was a bit nippy outside this time of ear.

"Hey, everything will be alright, okay," August told his friend, "I'll come by the prison with Henry in a couple of days so you can see him."

Emma nodded as she whipped away her tears, this wasn't fair. She didn't deserve to be in jail, she was never the one to do anything, she deserved to be going home with her son today and taking care of him, protecting him from the world.

August had given her one last hug before he left and once he left that room he heard nothing more than the sobs coming from his friends' room. If he were to ever come face to face with this Neal person...he would be the one in jail next.

Emma cried and cried, she didn't care who heard her anymore, she was a mother that just gotten her baby taken away from her. No mother should have to go through this pain. When she was young the only time Emma ever thought about losing her children was when they moved out and started families of their own, but never like this.

Two Weeks Later

August hadn't seen Emma since the day he left, he wasn't allowed to go up and visit until Emma had better control over her emotions, apparently, she was depressed and wanted to see her baby, but they wouldn't allow it just yet.

August was sitting in a rocking chair, trying to put Henry to sleep. So far he was quite a good baby, he only woke up once during the night, he would drink all his milk, and would hardly cry during the day.

Once Henry had finally fallen asleep, Ausgut carefully walked over to the small bassinet that Emma had bought for the first few months Henry came home. When he placed Henry inside, making sure not to wake him he put on a white noise machine that helped Henry stay asleep. August slept on the couch, he had given Emma his room when she moved in and it just didn't seem right to sleep in there anymore.

It was about three in the morning when August heard the loud baby cries and screams, he figured it was just time for a feeding, Henry always woke up around this time anyway. But when August opened his eyes he saw a dark figure holding Henry, he was about to jump out the window.

"Hey, you! Stop right there!" Shouted August has he jumped off the couch and grabbed the random baseball bat that laid under.

The man turned his head, he had soft blue eyes, and the only other thing August saw was his left arm from the tear in his leather jacket, on that arm though was some kind of tattoo...fancy lettering? It was hard to tell.

His phone was already in his hands by the time he reached the window, he had already told the police everything they were on their way.

August felt as if he was going to throw up, what was Emma going to say about this? She trusted him with her only son, and now he was gone, just like that.

"Emma Swan, you're wanted at Mr. Bailey's office."

Emma had been laying down in her bunk when her name was called, she squinted her eyes and cocked her head as she got up, why would she be needed down at Bailey's office? Her counsellor?

"Maybe you're getting out early," Spoke Emma's cellmate. She had long black hair with red streaks, she would always tell Emma about all the men she had slept with, even though Emma was not interested in hearing such things.

Emma had only given her a small smile, it was rare to see her smile nowadays.

As she slowly walked to Bailey's office she had a sick feeling in her gut, one half of her was hoping it was good news and that she was, in fact, getting out early, but another half of her thought that her motherly instincts were right and something indeed happen.

As she stopped in front of that blue steel door she weakly knocked twice, having the white-haired man open the door and step aside, telling her to come in and take a seat.

She did as told, when she looked up at the man she knew right away she wasn't here for something good, his face was dull, and his hands were placed in front of him on the surface of the desk, which only meant one thing, he had something serious to tell her.

"So, Emma...there's been a break in," Bailey started, wanting to only tell her the small parts first before he got into the very serious conversation.

Emma shrugged, "Why should I care?" Why was he telling her this, there were hundreds of break-ins per day.

Bailey took a deep breath, "It was at your friends' apartment...August."

Suddenly that's when she knew, something was wrong. "Is he alright? What about my baby, is he alright? Is Henry alright?" Personally, she cared more about her son than August, any mother would.

"August is fine, but-" He was scared to finish, he knew what was coming next.

"But what!? Tell me!" Snapped Emma, did something happen to her baby? What was going on? Her heart started to pound and her stomach started to turn, she felt like the walls were closing in on her and she could escape, she was losing air and felt like she was going to barf.

Bailey jumped from the loudness of the inmates' voice, he had never heard her shout like that before. "Henry was taken...he's missing."

Right then and there it was like the life had been sucked out of her, she had no meaning to live anymore. Slowly she arose from her seat, not really knowing where she was going. But she couldn't move her feet felt like magnets stuck to the floor.

"Emma?" Bailey understood she probably felt like her life ended right then and there, but there was nothing they could do right now. "I can assure you that we're doing everything we can, we have officers on each side of the city, we even notified stations outside of our district, they're keeping an eye out," Bailey said, "But I just want you to know that right now...things aren't looking the greatest."

Emma swallowed, she didn't hear anything the man was talking about, the only words she heard was things aren't looking the greatest, and by now, she knew that those words meant they lost all hope.

"I...need...some...water," Emma breathed right before she fell to the ground conscious

When Emma woke up the first thing she saw was the bright white light of the medical ward. She was laying in a hospital bed and she had a white cloth wrapped around her head with some dried up blood on it. At first, she didn't remember anything, but then she remembered everything, Henry was gone, August failed her, he had broken her promise at keeping Henry safe.

The only thing she wished, for now, was that the case took a turn and they did end up finding the scumbag that took her son and he would be returned home safely.

She hadn't even been able to see him one last time, the last time she saw him was when August left the hospital with him.

"Miss. Swan, Glad to see you're awake," The doctor said as he walked in and saw Emma's head slowly turn towards him, her eyes were bloodshot from the drugs they had to put her on, "You had a pretty hard fall."

Emma only turned her head the other direction, she had tears in her eyes and she couldn't have anybody see her cry. She just wanted to die now.

The doctor frowned, he had heard everything that had happened to this poor girl before she fainted, he understood why. "I'm sorry about your son, Emma."

Emma squeezed her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek, she couldn't imagine what her newborn son was going through, she only hoped he was still alive.

Two Months Later

The day had come, Emma was finally able to leave this prison and maybe even get back to her old life, but she doubted it...she had too many things going on right now...too many things she had to deal with for everything to go back to normal.

"Swan, your rides here," The off

Emma nodded, "Be right out." She waited for the officer to leave before she turned to her cellmate. Out of everybody in this hell, this girl was the only one who was there for her through the whole thing, sometimes she even made her forget...just for a second.

"Well, I guess this is it."

"Yeah, you've been a great friend...I wish you could come with me," Said Emma as she picked up her bag with things she thought she would need.

The dark haired girl smiled, "This is your turn to leave...my time will come, and when it does, I'll try to get in contact with you, Emma." She pulled Emma in for a big hug, knowing this was going to be their last one for a very long time. "Alright, now go, get out of here before I make them keep you," She said playfully.

Emma smiled, "I'll miss you, Ruby."

"I'll miss you too...Emma."

August waited outside of the prison in his black sports car, he had no idea what was going to happen when Emma stepped outside those doors. He hadn't seen her since the incident, he tried to call her once but all she did was lash out at him. He was so sorry about what happened to Henry.

The cops called him a month after the break-in and told him they were stopping the investigation, it wasn't going anywhere and they weren't finding anything. They found no fingerprints, no trails, nothing, they couldn't even pick up a face on any of the security cameras around that area, it was a dead end.

Suddenly the car doors opened and in came Emma, her eyes were black and purple from lack of sleep, her hair was a mess and the only clothes she had on was what the prison gave her. She just looked forward and didn't say a single word.

"Hey...long time no see," August said as he started to the car, trying to break the awkward silence in the car. If he was being honest, he felt scared for his life.

"Don't talk to me!" Emma snapped, "You broke your promise! You told me Henry would be safe with you! And come to find out you lost him within the first two weeks of bringing him home!"

"Ems, I'm sorry, I did everything I could, I even searched myself," August said, he felt horrible for what he had done.

Emma rolled her eyes, "If anybody here is to blame...I blame you."

The rest of the way home nobody said a thing, it was just awkward silence until August parked the car and Emma immediately ran out the car and into the apartment. By the time August got inside, Emma had slammed her bedroom door shut and had no intention of coming out, August knew it was probably best if he just leaves her be for a while.

As soon as Emma got inside her room she had her back facing the door and saw all the things she had inside that were meant for Henry...blankets, cribs, mobiles, toys, stuffies...everything. She grabbed a blanket that she had placed in his bed and took it in her arms, squeezing it as she looked out at the night sky. She just knew her son was out there and she was going to find him.

"I will find you, Henry, I will always find you."

I hope you guys enjoy, the second chapter will be up next week. Let me know what you think and give me some advice to what you would like to see happen in this AU to make it more interesting.