Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time or any of its characters.
"Okay. Class dismissed."
The children filed out of the classroom, chattering away as they rushed to go home. Mary Margaret Blanchard put away her teaching supplies, packing her students' tests in her bag to grade at home. She started to walk out but was startled to see that Henry hadn't moved.
"Henry," she said. "What's up kiddo?"
"It's about that book you gave me," he said, shrugging.
"Oh?" she said, smiling. She pulled out a chair and sat across from the young boy. "What did you think?"
"I liked it," he said. Mary Margaret was about to reply when Henry held up his hand. "But that's not what I wanted to talk about."
"Okay," said Mary Margaret, cocking her head to the side. "What would you like to know?"
Henry contemplated what he was about to say. "Well, I couldn't help but noticed the similarities between…"
"Between what?"
"Between the characters and the people here." Henry muttered.
Mary Margaret raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean, Henry?"
"I mean that I think that the people here are the characters in the book."
Mary Margaret was speechless. She had given that book to Henry to offer him an escape from his life. Not for him to come up with some crazy theory!
"Henry…"
"I know it's crazy," said Henry. "But you gotta believe me!"
Mary Margaret made a split-second decision to play along with him. If Henry had finally found something that excited him, she didn't want to be the one who took that away from him.
"Alright," she said. "Who do you think I am?"
Henry smiled and pulled out the old book. "You," he said, flipping the pages until he found what he was looking for, "are Snow White."
He turned the book around so that Mary Margaret could see. She blinked and looked at the illustration. She did have that color hair, and maybe the same jaw line…
"I'm who?"
"Snow White," replied Henry, as if it were and answer to a math equation.
Mary Margaret shook her head. "Henry, I'm flattered, but I don't think that I'm-that I'm Snow White."
Henry shrugged. "It's okay that you don't believe me right now. Give it some time. You'll come to believe me eventually!" he packed up the book and swung his bag over his shoulder, jogging out of the room. "See you tomorrow Miss Blanchard!"
All that Mary Margaret could do was smile and nod.
"So did Henry ever tell you who he thinks you are out of the book?" asked Mary Margaret.
Emma shrugged, shifting her weight on Mary Margaret's bed. "It's crazy."
"I don't think that anything could be crazier than me being Snow White." she laughed.
"You wanna bet?" asked Emma, raising an eyebrow.
Mary Margaret leaned forward. "Try me."
Emma shrugged and shook her head. "Snow White's daughter."
Mary Margaret sat back. "Which would mean…"
"That I'm your daughter," Emma said.
There was a moment of silence before they both keeled over, laughing.
"How would that even be possible?" asked Mary Margaret.
"I don't know!" laughed Emma. "I'm gonna go to bed. Big day tomorrow."
Mary Margaret nodded. "Sleep well."
"You too."
Emma turned off the light as she left.
Mary Margaret settled back down under her covers, and as she closed her eyes, she saw visions of herself kissing a baby's head, tears streaming down her face, and then handing the baby over to…
David!
Complete!