A/N: Hi! My name is Ana, and this is my first story. I never upload anything like this online. I'm very new at this so I want your honest opinion if you are willing on giving me one. I really hope you enjoy the reading!
The sun raised going through the window making the man, who was lying down, waking up. He was still trying to get his eyes open and already sense that something was off. Maybe it was the slightest pain on his back, or maybe the reason how he woke up, not with his alarm clock but with the bright sun that should be behind the blinds that he usually closes at night. When he dared to open his eyes he saw a blue and white straps room. Blue and white straps… so familiar. It was when he tried to roll over his right, and his body was united with the floor that he started to realize where he actually was.
Henry, the man, stood up, saw every part of the room, and without a doubt was his room, his old room. The one he left nearly five years ago.
'Oh no. Did I drink so much last night I went again to moms'? Not again…' When Henry drank a little more than he was used to it with his friends he did go to his old house. Didn't help he always become more emotional when drunk, and go try to see his moms. He knew they wouldn't mind. At least they would know where he was while the man was in that state of drunkenness.
He got up, washed his face, he got dressed and went down the stairs with his mind lost in what happened the night before, that he didn't think about how his head didn't hurt when he should be with a hangover. Or when he looked himself in the mirror his eyes weren't heavy has they are when he drinks so much the previews nights with his friends. Maybe the smart man deep down knew what was wrong, but wanted to cling to the last minutes of normality in his life.
First stop would be the kitchen, his stomach was already growling demanding food. The first image was his oldest mom, Regina, standing with her back facing him.
"Morning mom." He was fetching the milk in the fridge, the bowl in the cabinet has the cereals. He didn't notice the posture of his mom going rigid with the sound of his voice.
The woman slowly turned around watching this man fetching the stuff from her kitchen. He smiled like Henry, he had some similarities to her son, but the voice and the age was not of her son. It was older, much older.
He put the bowl with his meal and before sitting he decided to look to his mom for her lack of response "Mom?" And then he froze, just like Regina. The two just stared at each other, no movement, no sound. Just two shocked people lost in reality.
"H… Henry?" Regina was the first talking. "Is that really you?" Her first instinct hearing a voice of a man she thought she didn't knew was to scream and send some fire balls, but looking at that face, much older face, she knew and felt it was her little, now growing boy.
"Mom. You look… Young. Not that you look old, well my mom is older then you, well it's you, but older, not old… I… What's happening?" Even after all he and his parents went through, he thought that nothing would ever surprise him, but he was so wrong. This was beyond everything he saw and lived.
"Henry." Was the only thing Regina could get out of her mouth. She got closer, grabbed her sons face with her hands and had a very good look to the young man's face. Henry was a man, taller than her, probably taller than Emma. He grew up to be a very good looking man, and the way he talked she knew it wasn't her son, not at least the son she kiss him to bed the previews night.
"Mom I really don't know what's happening. Where is Ma?" He asked still very confused.
"Emma?" He nodded. "Probably at her place, I don't know. How are you… old? And tall?"
Henry made the motion for both of them to sit on the stools, and he began to talk. He told about how he has his place, and that he was shocked to wake up in his old room. He didn't say much, still confused, not understanding where exactly he was. Was it the Past? But if it was, his moms would know, or his young self… wait? "Where am I?"
"Honey, I think you are in my… world, place? Still don't know where exactly you came from."
"No mom, not I, but yours I. You know? The kid you sent out to bed last night?" Regina didn't say anything but she was thinking. "I was alone, if I did time travel or whatever, shouldn't my younger self be here too? At least the many comics that I read say that!"
"I don't know. I don't know if this is some time travel, or some spell… I'm so confused. But we are going to find out." Regina was now with a determination in her look. Henry didn't notice how her eyes were red, and the heavy dark circles. He was more concentrated to the missing lines on Regina's face. "What about we eat our breakfast and go down to the Rumples shop. I can't see anyone else who may help us with this mystery right now."
"What about Ma?" He asked while attacking his cereals making Regina remember her thirteen year old son.
"Emma? Please! She can't even understand her magic, what could she do for this case?" Henry didn't reply. He just frowned while eating, thinking in is mom reaction to his other mother.
After the two of them ate their breakfast, Regina eating just an apple and drinking a natural orange juice, the woman got ready to go out with her formal clothes, and together they went to her car where Henry didn't hesitate to ask "Can I drive?"
"That's a new develop. I would let you, but I don't know how good you are behind the wheel. Hopefully not bad as your other mother. Still remember when she went through the Storybrook sign."
"She said it was the wolf to blame." He defend his ma, but with a grin.
"She could say many thing. Another time darling." Regina promised. Henry didn't fight about it, if things where like other curses, villains and whatever more they faced, he knew he would be there for a while. He just hopped that in the end everything would go well, because he would start to miss his actuals moms. And his friends, and a certain person.
It didn't take long to arrive at Rumples shop. The shop never changed much, the man whatever was still there, sneaky, with that special smirk he only knew how to do.
"Rumple, good, you are here. We have a situation!"
"Does it involve a man that just left with his wife?"
"No." It was simple and Regina tried to not show any emotion, especially in front of his son. "Is about Henry."
"And what is with my grandson?" He asked not giving too much attention to the woman, he just was cleaning a crystal ball, and some other objects, probably magical ones.
"He is a man. This man." She said now with both of her hands on Henrys shoulders and with a fierce full look.
"Oh my! Indeed, he is." The young man just put his lips in a tight line and gave a little nod to the old man. "You gotten big, are you the Henry we all know but grown up, or just another Henry with another life?"
"I think it's the second grandpa. I do have my life that I remember well, and everything seems to be different, at least less modern outside the Storybrook streets."
"I see. Maybe this is a case of Time travel. Where is the younger Henry?"
"He… He disappeared." It was when Henry heard the tone on his mother voice he noticed, she was scared. Scared for him, or at least at his younger self. Without hesitation he grabbed his moms hand and gave it a little squish. "I want to find out what is going on, now!"
"Well, to be honest I don't know myself for sure, but I would say some kind of parallel universe, or it can be a different kind of Time travel." Then he look to his grandson and said "If you are here and you are in fact a different Henry then I'm pretty sure our Henry is in your place."
"What?" Regina was with her hands covering her hands, full of worry, almost crying for her son safety.
Henry hugged his mom, and for the first time in a long time Regina felt loved and protected. "Don't worry mom, I'm… My other self is fine. He is in a world with you and ma, and our friends and family. I promise you nothing will happen to him. I promise you mom." Regina just hugged him back and cried in her sons' arms.
In a different house, a different room, a thirteen years old Henry woke up as disoriented as his older self. But panic hit him soon when the place was not even close somewhat that he had been, ever!
He felt lost, scared. Thinking that probably someone kidnap him. Some new villain perhaps, but Henry wasn't going to give up soon. He would find a way to dissolve the mystery and get back to his family. He looked around seeing a phone right there in the bedside table. 'Amateur' he thought shaking his head. What kind of kidnapper would left a phone in the victim side and not even tie up the victim? Henry didn't take time on sneaking around the phone. He had a second where he feared it would have some kind of password but lucky him the guy was like Henry, he didn't need one.
Henry stared at the phone and stared. He didn't know what to think. After unlocking the screen he saw a picture, not familiar, of his two moms. They were smiling at the camera. In the left side, the left hand of the photographer was also seen doing a 'like' gesture.
Confused the boy went through the phone, watching other pictures of his family. The problem was that all of the people were old. Not too much, they look still young but not the young Henry remembered in the previews day. Other young people seem to also appear, some looked like friends he already had but older, like, ten years older, and then he saw. A guy, man, not an adolescent like he was. He was smiling, and he looked a lot like himself in ten years ahead. It seemed impossible, but not at the same time. In the land where magic was possible, why wouldn't this kind of situation happen?
The little guy almost let the phone fell when it started to ring. Still shaken up he looked up to see who was calling, seeing 'Mom' on the screen he decided to accept the call.
"Good morning honey. How did you sleep? I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch with me and your mom?"
"Mom?" His voice was shaky, scared.
"Henry? Is everything alright? You sound a little weird."
"I, I don't know. I need you."
Not needing more Regina replied with "Be right there." And hanged up. Henry just waited for his mom.
A/N: Let me know if you want me to go on