I mentioned before I was more than likely going to do a separate work of one-shots for the things I wasn't able to include in the time vortex chapters of Days - well, this is it! Everything will be posted under Snatches in Time and it will be set in the universe of my other story, Days of Future's Past. You won't have to have read it to read these but it would make a little more sense and if you do read Days you'll recognise some bits here and there. :) For anyone who has read Days if something was mentioned that you want to see here shoot me a message through here or an Ask over on Tumblr (my tumblr link is in my profile)!

Rose Bushes & Treasure Maps

Snow sighed in exasperation as she made her way through the courtyard, her long white dress billowing behind her in the early spring breeze.

She was hosting a ball in honor of the birth of Anna and Kristoff's third child, Helga, a beautiful red headed girl who had graced her parents with her arrival a mere three weeks ago. Planning celebrations was an aspect Snow had inherited from her own mother. She thrived on the chaos of bringing an event together and watching with a sense of pride as it unfolded before her. Everything was prepared for the grand celebration that night – enough food to feed both Misthaven and Arendelle, the grand ballroom beautifully decorated in an assortment of flowers from her own garden, and enough wine (and rum, as her son-in-law had turned Kristoff onto the drink years ago) to cause the largest hangover the kingdom had seen since the birth of her granddaughter and youngest grandson.

The only thing missing was one little princess who was late for her gown fitting.

When Erin had been born Snow had hoped her granddaughter would be her chance to make up for everything she had missed with Emma. Raising Neal filled a part of that void that had plagued her since Regina's curse had been broken and she thanked every god in every realm that she was given the chance of motherhood again. But there were so many milestones and little moments that could only come from raising a daughter. She had daydreamed of tea parties with stuffed animals, spending hours modelling dresses, and perhaps even teaching her how to sew – all things Snow had done herself with her own mother. Erin, however, had taken after Emma in that regard and at four years old had yet to have the first tea party or sewing lesson. Emma had also passed down her burning hatred for gowns which was why Snow found herself trudging over the large palace lawn in search for her granddaughter who was doing everything but get fitted for the ball tonight.

"Mom?"

Snow looked up to see her daughter walking toward her, blonde hair tied into a messy ponytail, wearing what had become her trademark leather pants and one of Killian's black shirts – although she had more buttons done up than her husband ever did. Liam sat on her right hip, his small hand fisting in the material of his father's shirt as the wind blew his dark locks onto his forehead. When his ocean blue eyes landed on his grandmother they lit up in excitement and the accompanying grin he gave her caused Snow to smile brightly back at her grandson.

"What are you guys doing out here? I thought Liam was spending the day with Anna's boys."

Snow saw the immediate flash of guilt on Emma's face and her heart went out to her daughter. Barely a month had passed since Ursula, at the behest of Maleficent, had kidnapped her youngest grandchildren and taken them to Neverland where Liam had been poisoned with Dreamshade. Emma had refused to let either of her younger children out of her sight their first week back, especially Liam, and even now she found it hard to go even a day without physically seeing that Liam was okay.

"We just decided to have a mommy and son day," Emma replied and Snow nodded in understanding, giving her daughter a comforting smile.

"Of course." Reaching to ruffle Liam's already disheveled locks she added, "Who wouldn't want to spend the day with this handsome guy?"

"Granma!" Liam giggled, the tips of his Elf-like ears turning red. Her youngest grandson clearly hadn't inherited his father's ego – yet.

Emma laughed. "What are you doing? I thought you'd be overseeing every detail of tonight's ball with a fine tooth comb."

"I will be as soon as I find my granddaughter who is currently ducking a gown fitting."

"Uh-oh," Liam said seriously, causing his mother and grandmother to smile. "That bad form."

"Yes it is, Liam," Snow responded, giving her daughter a knowing look. Emma shrugged her shoulders as she fought to contain a smirk.

"I can't really fault her on that, mom. I hate dresses too."

Snow hummed. "And have you been to your dress fitting?"

"Unfortunately," Emma grumbled, shifting Liam's weight on her hip. "The last time I saw Erin was a couple hours ago. She was in the library with Belle studying a piece of parchment with a large X on it. "

Snow groaned - wonderful. That meant her granddaughter could be anywhere. Since the day she had learned to talk Erin had been very vocal about wanting to be a pirate – "Just like daddy, granma!" – when she grew up, much to her grandfather's dismay. Six months prior Killian had started drawing little maps for her to follow – "Every good pirate needs to know how to find buried treasure, lass." – always ending with her finding a little trinket or a doubloon. Normally Snow found it endearing but with so much still needing to be overseen for the ball and Erin missing her dress fitting the Queen of Misthaven was on the verge of rapping her son-in-law upside the head for doing a treasure hunt on today of all days.

"Any idea where he sent her to?" she asked her daughter. Emma shook her head.

"That's his little thing with her. I just smile and nod whenever she shows me what 'booty' she found."

Snow sighed and was about to head in the direction of Killian's study when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. Pushing her windswept hair from her face she turned to look toward her garden.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" Emma asked, turning to follow her mother's line of sight. Both women stood in silence and just as Emma started to ask her mother was she seeing things they both saw it – dirt flying from Snow's rose bushes.

"What the-"

"I swear to the Gods," Snow growled, already marching toward where more dirt was flying, "If that's Scarlet's dog digging in my roses again I'm going to rip his heart out myself. Will's - not the dog's."

Emma simply chuckled as she followed her mother across the manicured lawn toward the rose bushes wrapping around the low stonewall that designated Snow's massive garden. She never knew about her mother's obsession with flowers until they moved back to the Enchanted Forest, the loft in Storybrooke not giving the former bandit adequate room to really grow anything other than windowsill pots. In their short four years here Snow had turned the dead enclosure into a vibrant jungle of just about every kind of flower imaginable. Emma was sure some of them had been magically planted by Regina but the former Evil Queen simply raised an eyebrow whenever it was brought up.

As they neared the spot where dirt was now steadily flying from between two bushes Emma heard soft muttering followed by a sudden cry of triumph. Stepping next to her mother she found both eyebrows rising at the sight before them.

"Erin Margaret Jones, just what do you think you are doing?" Snow scolded.

Erin, who was on her hands and knees in the dark soil, looked up from the small hole she was digging in. The ponytail Emma had pulled her hair into earlier that morning was coming undone, blonde tendrils falling into her chubby face. Green eyes the same shade as her mother's stared up at the fuming face of her grandmother with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. Huffing in that way only a child can she sat back on her legs, small soil covered hands coming up to her waist and dirtying her pristine white shirt.

"Diggin' for buried treasure, obviously granma," the four-year-old responded with every ounce of sass she had inherited from her father, even rolling her eyes like he did when he was dealing with someone incompetent.

Emma bit her lip to keep from laughing as her mother fumed next to her, the Queen's face turning a bright red as she fought between responding to her granddaughter and storming off to take her rage out on her son-in-law. Finally making her mind up Snow turned to her daughter, green eyes flashing.

"You can deal with the Killian Jones sass while I play target practice with a pirate."

Fighting a squirming Liam who wanted down to play in the dirt with his sister Emma watched her mother march toward the castle and her unsuspecting husband. "What did you find?" she asked her daughter, noting Erin's attention was already back to her 'buried treasure' before Snow had taken three steps. Erin pulled a small wooden box from the hole and tossing its lid aside with a flourish – such a pirate – she beamed as she held up a small silver necklace with a rounded stone that Emma was sure matched the one nestled on her own engagement ring.

"Great find! Now refill the hole and lets get you to your dress fitting."

"Momma!" Erin cried, her face falling in betrayal.

"Remember what we talked about, kid? Grandma doesn't ask a lot of us and this is one thing you and I can deal with every so often to appease her. That's good form, right?"

"Yes ma'am," Erin mumbled. Tucking her newfound treasure into her pocket she quickly shoved the disturbed dirt back into place. Picking up the box she hurried to her mother's side and with her dirt covered hand grasped Emma's hand.

Later that evening when she asked her husband if the earful he had gotten from her mother (and judging by the redness of his non-earring wearing ear it hadn't just been words exchanged) was worth it her pirate had simply nodded in the direction of their daughter who was showing off her newly found treasure to her Uncle Will with a beaming smile and twinkling eyes.

"Aye, Swan. Completely worth it."

He never did bury treasure in Snow's garden again, however.