AN: Whoa, sinister things to come I should think! This is (obviously) in response to tonights (3/11) episode! Such a cliff-hanger...as if Mary Margaret could kill anyone...pshh...


-Broken Hearts-

PART 1

David looked so heartbroken. Mary Margaret didn't know what to say to him. He looked like it had been his heart that had been ripped out of his chest– not his ex-wife's as they waited for Emma to break the news. When she had told him that it was Mary Margaret's fingerprints in the chest that Ruby had found, the air dropped out of the room.

"That's impossible–I don't know–how could you say such a thing?" said Mary Margaret.

"Mary...fingerprints don't lie," said Emma.

"But I was probably with you...I was..."

"I don't know where you were the night Katherine went missing. I was at work...you could have been anywhere..."

"But you know I'm not lying! You know I didn't kill her!" said Mary Margaret a bit desperatly. David stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. He noticed that Emma's face looked grim.

"I'm not sure of anything anymore. It doesn't make sense, I know. I know you couldn't kill anyone–but we have this evidence...and as Sherriff I can't ignore it. I have to do something. At least until we find out what's really going on here."

"It could have been me," said David. He stepped in front of Mary Margaret and held out his arms to Emma like he was ready for her to clap them in irons. "Tell them it was me. Take me down to the station instead."

"David..." said Emma. "I...can't."

"It's the mayor, isn't?" said Mary Margaret. "She knows."

"She knows or is going to find out," said Emma. "I don't know how...or what, but she makes it her buisness to find out what is going on in this town. In this I have to be honest. I'm so sorry Mary Margaret. But we are going to figure out what is going on. I promise."

David turned Mary Margaret around to face him. He brushed a tear off her cheek with shaky hands. "I'll go with you," he said. "It'll be alright. Let me help you."

"No," she said already shaking her head. "No." His eyes found hers and he saw how much he had hurt her with his lies-would she ever lean on him again? "No, I am alone now, David. You can't rescue me. Not this time," she said quietly.

His eyes filled with tears as she turned away from him.


At the station, when Emma swung the iron bars shut behind her only true friend in the town, she felt like her world swung with it, slow and out of tilt, dizzy with confusion. This wasn't right, her heart told her. But she couldn't ignore the facts. She knew truth and truth was facts too...wasn't it?"

"It's alright," said Mary Margaret tiredly, as she sat down in the musty cot in the jail cell. "I know you're just doing your job."

"You'll probably lose yours," said Emma, dryly. She sat down at her desk and then shoved a stack of papers away from her keyboard and sunk her head into her hands, suddenly angry. "I don't understand what's going on here. First Katherine–then David...now this?"

"I didn't kill her, Emma."

"I know you didn't."

"Unless I was in a trance like David–lost my memory somehow?"

"No–David had a black out because of his coma. It wouldn't make sense in your case."

"There's always..."

Emma looked up as Mary Margaret quit talking. Her friend looked unsure. "What?" said Emma, impatient. Then she grimaced. "Sorry." She hadn't meant to snap but she hated it when things didn't make sense, when they didn't add up.

"Henry's book," said Mary Margaret. "I'm not saying they're real...okay, well, maybe I am somewhat...but what if things are different here, Emma? You know what happens when people try to leave...what happened to Graham. You told me yourself. You said that he had remembered...something. Remembered what?"

"He wasn't feeling well," said Emma. "It was probably a fever brought on by–"

"By what? A heart attack?"

Emma groaned again, frustrated. "God–I wish Henry were here."

"Book or not," said Mary Margaret. "Regina knows too much about what goes on in this town. Her and Katherine were friends...why isn't she more upset about her friend going missing?"

"Perhaps she just expresses it in a different way. A more hostile way."

"Tearing down Henry's castle?"

"She was trying to make it safer for him," said Emma.

"What about when she told you that she loved Henry? You told me that she was lying."

Emma didn't want to talk about that, as she felt the familiar pang in her heart. How could a mother not love her own son? Was that exactly what she had done when she had given Henry away? Not love him?

"I know you love Henry," continued Mary Margaret when she saw Emma's face. "But all Regina seems to do is bring him down. There's something wrong with her Emma. Maybe she can't love."


Unable to go home to an empty house, especially when her roommate was locked away in a jail cell in the office, Emma decided to put in some late hours and go over the evidence so far. She thought about what Mary Margaret had said as she watched her sleep, huddled on the small dinky cot. Maybe Regina can't love, she had said. Like she was incapable of love. Out of her reach. Emma snorted. This was the real world and even serial killers found love–that is if someone were stupid enough to believe in them. Was Regina really as bad as she seemed?

"Yes," said Henry to her the next morning as he munched on an apple at Emma's desk. They normally met at the diner for breakfast, but with Mary Margaret in custody...it didn't seem right to eat without her. Emma had let her out though and they all sat around the desk and munched on the light breakfast that Ruby had brought them.

"She really is...that serious all the time," said Henry quietly, he looked down at the apple in his hand. Mary Margaret sipped on her coffee and tried not to look too intently at him.

"She's...not unkind to you?" asked Emma, somewhat hesitantly.

Mary Margaret saw that he didn't want to answer. Henry just shrugged uncomfortably. Emma looked like she were going to ask him another question, but Mary suddenly felt bad for him. She asked Emma, "So, what happens now?"

Emma's eyes found hers for a moment and then she sighed. "I can let you out on bail," said Emma. "But I'm not sure until when– if I'll need to bring you back, I mean–if more evidence comes in."

Mary Margaret nodded. "Okay."

"Let's talk about operation Cobra," said Henry, hopefully.

"Aw, kid-" said Emma. "I don't think we'll have time for that today."

But Emma was surprised as he just rolled his eyes and grabbed her keys from her coat pocket, to which she "heyed" as he unlocked the drawer where he kept the book. He pulled the story book out and plopped it on the desk. Emma's cup of coffee jumped next to her keyboard.

"Hey–watch it," said Emma.

"What are you doing Henry?" asked Mary Margaret as Henry paged frantically through the story.

"There's an explanation." He pointed to a picture. All three heads bowed, looked down at the page.

There was a woman with pale skin and dark hair, dressed in boots and a green cloak. The woman stood in front of a dark green and black forest and looked off into the distance. When you looked at her face on the page, she looked right through you...


Snow White couldn't seem to remember what she had lost. She had a feeling, like one gets a crick in the back of their neck that doesn't quite go away– that something wasn't quite right. That she had forgotten something. The dwarves had told her about a Prince James, who wasn't going to marry some woman named Katherine, but the name of this Prince James meant nothing to her. Oddly enough, she felt nothing too when she thought of him and that just wasn't in her nature to be completely void of emotion. She, who was usually so compassionate of other people.

And the way Grumpy had looked at her-so incredulous, so disbelieving. What had she done to deserve that? She shrugged mentally to herself as she took a breath of the fresh air. The moon was quiet in the night sky, the forest green and black behind her. She pulled her green cloak tighter around her, kicked at the snow with her brown boots. The air was crisp; cold, but it felt refreshing to her, whose head was clouded with thoughts.

She couldn't stand the looks that the Seven had given her, like she didn't deserve the happiness that she had just obtained. Just yesterday she was sure she had been in pain and now, it was like she was healed. It was like everything was perfect once again. So she had decided to step out for some fresh air. She didn't deserve their judgment, not when she hadn't done anything wrong in the first place. Or, had she?

She stretched out a crick in her neck. Maybe she had left her knife back in the cottage. She checked her waist, no, it was there. Her quiver? She felt the leather strap where it bit into her shoulder. She had forgotten nothing.

But if she was truly happy, why then did doubt creep into her? Over crowd the warmth?

She looked out at the moon and she shivered as a wolf howled.


AN: In the interest of time, I wasn't able to write all I wanted to for this story tonight, so I've decided to split it up into parts. Foolish of me (who has tons of stories in the works already, I know) but I didn't want to leave it rushed, and so–my very own cliff hanger.

I surmise this story will be about 4 parts at least. If you like Snow/mary and Charming/David pairing please check out my collection of one shots "Happily Ever Afters" and there is also "The Impossible."

I loved the twist on Red's story tonight, but for me it was the Snow and Charming drama that stole the show. :) Anyway, Thanks for reading! And if you liked it- let me know! :)

~AJM