Contains spanking of a young child, season three spoilers and graphic language.

Author's Note: I've seen a few of these stories around and I like the idea of Emma being de-aged in Neverland, so I decided to take a go at it, see how it ends up. Zelena never happened, they returned from Neverland with Henry and Pan taking over Henry never happened.

Snow watched her now six year old daughter face the living room corner of her loft with her arms crossed over her chest. She wished she knew when this magical transformation had started to happen, but was lucky enough to be given a chance to see what raising Emma would have been like. She believes that Pan had used fairy dust of some sorts to turn Emma into a six year old, physically, emotionally and mentally.

Regina had tried to look into it, but came up empty handed every time she tried. Everyone in town had been searching for an answer as soon as they got back into town with the six year old, who had jumped up and down, very excited to be home.

Snow realized then, that her transformation had started just after the last time the time they were in direct contact with Pan, but it was unnoticeable and just seemed like moodiness and being upset about the things going on, when it had been the beginnings of her transformation, the emotional part. The physical part had not come till later on, during the time everyone had been asleep on Hook's ship.

"Alright, Emma, you may come out of time out now." Snow replied, going back to putting dishes away in the kitchen as Emma turned from the corner and skipped over to her pile of coloring books and things at the dining room table.

"What do you say?" Snow asked with a raise of her eyebrow and Emma looked back at her mom, giving her a small pout.

"Sorry for yelling at you, mommy." The little girl mumbled

It was the fourth day back in Storybrooke and Snow was getting back into her routine, but had to incorporate Emma into it. Charming had went out to help the dwarves with some things around town just after Emma had gotten up this morning and it was now just past noon. Snow watched her daughter for a second as she colored, she had stickers, markers and glue everywhere from the table to her hair and face.

Quickly, Snow put away the rest of the dishes and cleaned off her hands, going over to the table and sitting next to Emma. She used her finger to push some stray hair away from her daughter's eyes.

Emma was concentrated on her picture she was drawing, her little tongue poking out from the side of her mouth as her mom pushed her hair out from in front of her face. She put her marker down and rubbed her hands together, turning towards her mother, licking her lips.

"Let's go take a bath, huh? You're all sticky. Daddy will be home for lunch soon and we have to clean up all your things." Snow told her daughter as she watched a pout form on her small face. Emma was completely against baths and the first night, they had to put her to bed then wake her up to get her to even consider a bath.

"But I had a bath yesterday!" The six year old whined, but got up and took Snow's outstretched hand. She wanted to cross her arms and let out a big huff, unhappy about having to take a bath, but really wanted to see her daddy and, even though she wouldn't admit it, she didn't like the glue in her hair very much and wanted it out.

Snow lead the six year old into the bathroom and reached over, starting the warm water. Emma stood by the open door with her arms now crossed, staring up at her mom with the cutest pout Snow had ever seen. She shook her head at her daughter, sitting down on the toilet with a smile on her face before grabbing her daughter's waist and bringing her between her legs.

Emma allowed her mom to undress her quickly and pick her up to put her in the warm water. The little girl had to admit, the warm water felt really good and she liked the way it felt when her mom washed her hair. Snow opened the cupboard and took out the small bin of toys Regina had given them yesterday, dumping them into the water. Emma grinned, picking up the toys and going into her own world as Snow watched.

Snow always imagined what Emma would be like, and getting to see the blonde girl at age six made me heart sore, both her and Charming felt that way. As Snow watched Emma in the bathtub, squealing and moving around with the action figure's, toys and things from the bucket, she wondered how her life could have been if her daughter hadn't been taken from her.

After sitting and watching her play, she shook off her thoughts and then washed up her daughter, getting the marker, glue and everything else off of her. Emma shivered as she was wrapped up in a towel and shooed up the stairs, into the bedroom she called her own. Snow put the brush she brought with her and two hair ties on the bed, going to the drawers of the dresser and grabbing a striped white and black t-shirt, socks, a new pair of panties, blue like Emma exclaimed she wanted, and some jeans.

Emma dried herself off and got everything but her jeans on, her mom held them open so she could get them on. When she had them on, Snow button them and got her to stand in front of her. She towel tried her thin blonde hair within a couple minutes and then split her hair in two, braiding each side and tying them with a hair tie each.

Snow had just finished the braids when the doors opened and Charming came into the room. Emma jumped up from the bed and ran down the steps, ignoring her mother's warning to be careful. Charming smiled when his daughter jumped into his arms, holding her light body up against his.

"Daddy!" Emma grinned.

"Hi, princess." David replied, holding her up as she clung to him.