I'm baaaaaack! Did ya miss me? :P So, welcome to my new story! I hope to update daily for as long as possible, but that will all depend on my uni schedule and how hard they work me :P. Just a couple of bits of info before you begin: I'm using creative licence to pretend that David can also go into the burning room, so for this story he can't. Also, if you could all assume that Henry is on a very long holiday with his dad somewhere for this story that would be great :P Not that I have anything against Henry, just find him very hard to write Anyway, hope you enjoy!

One sip. That was all it took. One sip and Emma had collapsed in a heap- unconscious for no apparent reason. Of course David and Snow were by her side in an instant, along with everyone else who'd been in the diner that night. It was Regina who confirmed what they were all thinking- somebody had slipped Emma a sleeping curse. The problem wasn't really waking her up. With Snow there to quickly kiss Emma's cheek she woke up instantly. There was no leading evidence as to who had tried to curse her. The obvious culprit, Regina, had taken a truth telling potion to prove her innocence. Whoever it was hadn't thought their plan through very clearly. Everyone in the town knew how the curse that had brought them to Storybrooke had been broken- with true love's kiss between mother and child. With Emma being reunited with her parents, it was a fairly stupid plan. The culprit wasn't even the problem, it would be dealing with the aftereffects of the sleeping curse. Unlike others who'd been under its effects- Emma wouldn't tell anyone that she was struggling, or visiting the burning room. Which made it difficult to help her.

A fortnight on from the surprise attack, and Emma seemed to be her usual self. Truth be told, other than being a little shaken for the first couple of days she'd been straight back to normal. That worried Snow more than if she'd reacted badly. She'd expected Emma to struggle. Emma not showing any signs of being effected by the curse just worried her parents, Snow especially. After a chat with David, they agree to raise the issue with Emma that night.

"Emma?" Snow asked, standing at the door with David. She turns around in her chair and gives a sleepy smile. Snow was sure that she'd dozed off in front of the TV. "Can we talk to you for a minute?" Emma nodded and turned off the TV. Snow and David came into the room and sat on the couch, adjacent to the chair she was sitting on.

"So, what's up?" Emma asked, shifting in her seat to face them. Snow and David looked at each other, having one of those silent conversations with their eyes. At the end of it, David nodded, agreeing that she should be the one to do most of the talking. Snow looked at Emma, the concern clear on her face.

"Sweetheart, we're worried about you." She told Emma honestly. Emma gave a puzzled look.

"Why?" She asked curiously.

"Well, that's just it. You've been acting totally normally." Snow said, frustrated that she didn't have a better reason. Emma raised an eyebrow and smirked a little.

"I know this family is totally crazy- but why is acting normally a cause for concern?" She joked. Snow sighed.

"Emma, you went under the sleeping curse. That means you should be having the nightmares in the burning room." Snow explained. "I'm worried you're hiding them from us." Emma gave a look of understanding before smiling, and shaking her head.

"I can't explain why, but I haven't been in that room." She told them. Emma didn't know this, but her ability to tell when others were lying was inherited. Snow knew Emma was lying.

"Emma, are you sure?" She asked, giving her a chance to tell the truth.

"I think I'd remember a place like that." Emma laughed off. "Besides, doesn't anyone who goes in there end up with burns and stuff?" At that, Emma took off her zipper, having just a vest top on underneath. She showed her bare arm, completely burn free. "See?" She said, looking up at her parents. She got up from the chair. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make some coffee. Anybody want some?"

"At this time of night, Emma?" Her father replied, astounded. Emma nodded.

"I have a taste for it."

"What about sleep?" He asked her, to which she just shrugged in reply.

"I'm not working tomorrow- I can sleep in." And left to make her coffee.

Snow started as Emma left the room, apparently feeling perfect normal- aside from the coffee, which was weird. And in Snow's mind confirmed she didn't want to sleep. She sighed sadly, wishing Emma would just talk to her. She didn't for one second believe that Emma was as calm as she was portraying.

"You're still worried too, huh?" David said quietly, suddenly beside her. Snow nodded, frowning.

"There's something not right. I know Emma's normally good at hiding things, but I don't believe she's not visiting the burning room like everyone else who's been under the sleeping curse. Have you seen the bags under her eyes? She's doing well with the makeup- but you can still make them out." David nodded beside her.

"She was practically falling asleep over her dinner. Should we talk to her again? Maybe she'll tell us?" Snow shook her head.

"No, interrogating her won't work. She'll just get defensive. I have a better idea for just now. I want to talk to Regina. If anyone knows if Emma must be visiting the burning room it's her. If not, I'll talk to Emma. She's better one on one. And no offence honey, but you're not known for your tact." David just nodded grimly.

"Fair point. You sure you don't want me coming with you to Regina?" He asked, clearly worried. Snow hugged him reassuringly.

"Regina won't try anything. Even if she did, if it's for Emma, I will get my answers by hook or by crook."