Emma cannot believe August right now. He's talking crazy like Henry. And God knows she loves Henry, even if he's talking about his crazy fairytales. But now, August believed in them too? He was delusional.

"And how does this story end?" she asks, wondering just how crazy the answer will sound. "How does it end, Pinocchio?"

He looks a bit hurt by the malicious tone in her voice, but he has to know that there's no way he's Pinocchio. Pinocchio is a fairytale character. August is a man. A handsome man at that, she thinks, before giving herself a mental slap. He's delusional. Crazy. A lunatic.

"With you believing," he says, and Emma has to admire his persistence. But no matter how persistent he was, she wasn't going to believe in his crazy talk.

"Not gonna happen," she says, and just when she starts to turn around, she sees him looking shocked and confused and angry, and it stops her in her tracks. She decides she can't just leave. She has to make him see sense. "August-"

"No, Emma." He shakes his head, looking agitated before he whips his head up to look at her. "Maybe this will work."

He cups her face between his hands and kisses her as hard as he can, and at first, she tries pulling away from him, but then she remembers how long it's been since she last kissed someone. The last person she kissed had been Henry's father. She cringes at the thought of him, and wraps her arms around August's neck, trying to forget the vile man. Trying and trying and forgetting and forgetting. The only one she can think of now is August W. Booth, Pinocchio, or whoever else he claims to be. The craziest man she knows and she thinks she's falling in love with him. Or already has.

He pulls away, looking at her intently, and as soon as she looks into those blue eyes, she remembers everything.

Mary Margaret, or Snow White, holding Emma in her arms, Emma in the wardrobe, being transported to the world of no magic, and August, or Pinocchio, holding a baby Emma in his arms, walking through the woods. Pinocchio entertaining Emma, Pinocchio leaving Emma, Pinocchio coming to town on his motorcycle as August.

Princess Emma, daughter of Snow White and Prince James. Emma the Savior. Emma, the baby found on the side of the road. Pinocchio holding her. She was a princess. She was the Savior. It was all real.

She believes.

She gasps as the realization comes crashing down on her, but after a few seconds, a smile starts to appear on her face. She looks up at him, and he realizes too, and starts to grin.

"Pinocchio, I believe."

Wow, I cannot believe I managed to get past the "kissing scene". Not much of one, sorry for that, but at least Emma believes! That's how I was hoping the episode would go, but no, she's just too stubborn for her own good! And what sucks is that I'm exactly like that, so I can't really hate her. Also, I might turn this into a multi-chapter story, but for now, I'll leave it as a one-shot. Thoughts? Please review!