Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon A Time.

"Who does he think you are?"

"Oh it's silly."

"I just got five minutes of silly. Lay it on me."

"Snow White"

And with those two words everything in my world was frozen.

No… oh god no… are the only things that run through my head, that, and horrible utter pain, and while I still don't know if I truly believe that Henry is right about everyone in this town being a fairytale character, I find my self wishing that he was right, because if he was… this woman was my mother, and once everything was said and done, maybe I could get some answers.

"Who does he think you are?"

And the words that come to my lips next are a lie and I feel horrible for saying them "I'm not in the book."

After she told me where I could find Henry's therapist I watched her walk into the school and found myself thinking: Bye Mom before I mentally scolded myself.

"You look like you need to talk"

I almost want too laugh, yeah I want to talk, I want to spill my life story to this woman who, in Henry's mind is my mother, and who I feel a strong connection too.

She invites me inside for dinner; I accept it without really thinking about it. I sit down and watch her for a bit, wanting to believe that Henry is right, and that there might be a chance to get to know my mother. She sets a cup in front of me and I take a sip and get a surprise "Cinnamon?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I should have asked, it's a little quirk of mine, do you mind?"

"Not at all" I'm beginning to wonder if the universe is screaming at me to believe Henry, all this from a cup of Cocoa with cinnamon, maybe I need therapy. She offers me some cookies and I refuse with a polite "no thanks" I think for a second and then I continue "when you bailed me out you said you trusted me. Why?"

She smiles and says "it's strange… ever since you arrived I've had the oddest feeling like we've met before, I mean, I know it's crazy"

"I'm starting to re-evaluate my definition of Crazy"

She smiled "for what its worth I think you're innocent"

"Of breaking and entering or just in general?"

Her smile took on a knowing quality. "Whichever makes you feel better."

I chuckled a little. "Doesn't really matter what anyone thinks I did or didn't do. I'm leaving. Thank you for everything but I think it's for the best. If I stay, Henry's only gonna keep getting hurt."

"What happens if you go? I think the very fact that you want to leave is why you have to stay. You care about him. Who will protect Henry if you won't?" And in that moment, I really started to believe Henry was right, maybe It was just wishful thinking, but I think it was really just that bit of motherly advise coming from the woman that Henry thinks is my mother.

I couldn't help the thought that ran through my head in that moment: Thanks Mom

please tell me what you think, i couldn't get this out of my head so i put it in a fan fic, i hope you all like it.