A/N: It's official. The Mastery of Magic is cursed (but I won't give up!). Every time I try to work on it something else pops up. I try and then the universe will be like "lol nope" T.T anyway this is basically a series of song fics for the couples in OUaT and some of the fan-fav couples that'll never be. I am a huge country fan so that'll probably be where the songs come from. Anyhow, enjoy!

Disclaimer: You guessed it. I own nothing, zilch, nada, zero.

~8~8~

A small, anxious frown formed upon David Nolan, or more popularly known as Prince Charming's, features as he waited outside the police station. A brisk wind wailed eerily down the quaintly leaf strewn, deserted street and he hugged his thick brown coat tighter over his body as though the wind itself tried to pry away his only protection. Barely contrived wariness furrowed his visage that occasionally became partially clouded over every now and again with milky vapors that rose from his slightly parted, chapped lips.

Rubbing his brown gloved hands together he hopped from one foot to the other as though lava bubbled beneath the side walk. Most days he didn't mind staying late nights at the station but this night was different.

Even as the impatient thought dashed across his mind the glare of a yellow bugs head lights crossed over him. His eyes squinted in the brightness and he put a hand over his brow but welcomed the glare as he would a summer sun. Before the bug's engine could even click off he stomped through the cold world to his beat up rust colored Ford.

He could almost image the trademark disbelief in the lovely face his daughter as she watched him stalk away as though the station was haunted but he forcefully kept her at arm's length from his mind for now.

Emma would just have to figure out what was up herself he didn't have a moment to lose to explain.

Sliding into the cab of his truck, the prince flicked the key inside in all but the same motion. As the truck rumbled to life a faint smile formed upon his lips. He could almost picture the truck once more a noble white steed bent to ferry him to much the same journey he sought to once more partake. In his minds eyes the rough day to day clothes seemed to shed away. His coat became an red, ermine trimmed cloak and his badge a blade at his hip. He was once more Prince James on his quest to find the woman he truly loved.

I set out on a narrow way

Many years ago

Hoping I would find true love

Along the broken road

But I got lost a time or two

Wiped my brow and kept pushing through

I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you

Crisp autumn leaves swirled up eerily as the Ford thundered down the bleak gray roadways of Storybrooke. Studiously he raced the familiar paths with a demons speed towards his love. His fingers tapped incongruously upon the steering wheel to keep his mind from pressing harder still upon the pedal hot on his feet.

On his speeding journey his mind danced with a thousand images of the realms of his home. Hadn't he acted so much the same there as he did in that moment? Hadn't he searched the far ends of the earth for her? Hadn't so many come and gone his way as seers to direct him to her? Hadn't he always vowed to find her? Hadn't fate itself wove and stitched them together?

Every long lost dream,

Led me to where you are

Others who broke my heart

They were like Northern stars

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you.

The very same anxiousness that plied against David Nolan's soul gripped Mary Margaret's heart, from all the way across town. The slightly frosted window looking out over the barren, lamp lit street where he would park his truck glared back the image of her dour features. A melancholy tinged paled her features doing justice to her old world namesake. Her features formed into a yearning that the translucent reflection of the pane despaired to give back.

Hand over her heart, the fair lady gripped the white sweater as though she could clutch the thumping aorta beneath and quell the pain that had arisen there. They had spent so many of these days alone would again they be forced to be apart?

Hadn't they spent so much time apart as things were? Hadn't they either fell to stumbling blocks of some evil's crafting or their own foolishness to keep them asunder? Would things be the same now?

I think about the years I spent

Just passing through

I'd like to have the time I lost

And give it back to you

But you just smile and take my hand

You've been there you understand

It's all part of the grander plan

And that is coming true.

The universe itself seemed to pride itself on tethering them together then keeping them apart. With the way things were in town they could scarcely even get the one special day to themselves. But they were together in a sense. Every day she felt in her heart he would return home to her and their son. He would not be spirited away by some evil witch nor would vile kings attempt to pry their love apart.

He would return, her soul promised, but would he make the day that was pronounced so special to them?

Every long lost dream,

Lead me to where you are

Others who broke my heart

They were like Northern stars

Pointing me on my way into your loving arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you

Eyes flickering worriedly to the clock above the radio, David grimaced towards the green blinking lights that seemed to glare mockingly into his face. He couldn't be late, he couldn't. How many of those days had they spent apart unable to see and touch and whisper their love?

Another incredibly short minute ticked off and a small sound of desperation whined from his lips. It seemed as if-

No!

The apartment building came insight, the old, refurbished red brick and mortar loft cozy and comfortable in its own way.

Hope sprang eternal through his soul. His heart leapt with fiery passions to the one he loved. He could make the time. He could!

Defeated, Snow sighed a turned away as the last minute ticked down. Tears glinted diamonds in her eyes as she turned away from the window. He wouldn't-

The screech of brakes smashed the dark thought away and let the light of hope flood in from the dark coffin of despondency. Turning around once more she caught the headlights of a Ford beaming white gold across the road.

"Snow…," David exhaled her name breathlessly as he burst into the warm apartment.

Swallowing down her sad tears the fairest of them all turned to face her love and husband. The drops of despondency transformed into tears of joy as a soft smile alit her face. "Charming," eternal ardor entwined the singular name.

Forgetting time, forgetting their circumstances the pair raced to one another. Their arms wrapped tight about each other's bodies in a grip that nary even a dark curse could keep weakened for long.

The shepherd who had lost and gained too much buried his face into her rich black tresses.

The princess who had finally, permanently found her prince Charming nestled her head against his shoulder.

Of all the days, of all the trials, or all the moments that could have been special to them, this one was the most important. With every special event that had wound around their life this was the most treasured.

It was the beginning of day they had met in the woods.

Now I'm just a rollin' home

Into my lovers arms

This much I know is true

That God blessed the broken road

That led me straight to you.

~8~8~

A/n: The song was "Blessed the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts.