Authors Note: So, I was browsing my tags on Tumblr when I came across a post for a fic that Charming/David being a daddy, I.E building a crib for Emma or talking to Snow's belly while she was asleep, and I was instantly hit with inspiration! And thus, "Anchor" was born! (: You all can thank, theprincessandrajah (on tumblr) for the inspiration. :P The story is called "Anchor" because that's what I've been listening to while I write it. xD It's by Mindy Gledhill. Heard it on Bones the other night and LOVED it. But it's helped this come to lie. So yeah. you guys enjoy the first small chapter. (hopefully there will be longer ones, but I'm just excited that I'm inspired to write and I wanna share. D: )

Summery; A Short fic(For now, might actually be longer...xD) based on a DaddyCharming. This contains a dash of Charming/DavidXSnow/Mary with Emma and maybe even Henry in the mix. It's mostly Charming/David centered, though.

Rating; K+ For now.

Anchor

Part One

He's vaguely aware of someone hugging him, and his arms awkwardly wrap around the woman's thin frame. Everything is still foggy, but this woman-the one who's going on about second chances and apologies that mean nothing to him-she's his wife. His wife. He has no memory of her. Hell, he's not even sure what his name is, though he's been told it's David.

As his thoughts wander and the wom-Catherin-Catherin...hugs him tighter, he turns his head to catch two people staring at him. Both woman had been there to find him in the river. As he stared at them side by side, he wondered if perhaps the two of them were related.

He didn't have much time to consider it as he was soon watching Emma's retreating form. David's eyes then locked with Mary's and even as Catherin pulled away from the hug, he didn't move, didn't blink. There was something-something about this woman, the woman who saved him tonight.

Finally, Mary dropped her gaze from his, her arms wrapping almost protectively around her abdomen. As her hands moved, David caught sight of something shiny on Mary's finger. The ring sparkled in the hospital's florescent lights and suddenly David wasn't in the hospital anymore.

-x-

He's in a bed next to someone. As he sits up, he notes that the sleeping form next to him is Mary Margret Blanchard, however his mind wants to call her Snow. He's now aware that he has no control over his actions as his hand presses firmly yet gently on Snow's prominent belly. That's when his eyes widen slightly and his heart swells with emotion. This is a memory. A sweet memory.

His name is James, not David. He smiles down at his sleeping wife, his eyes tracing over her beautiful face, un-marred by the worries of the Evil Queen's plans. As the baby kicks, let's her father know of her presence within her mother's womb, James smiles. This is his baby, he helped create this. He leans forward and presses his lips against the spot where he felt movement and begins to whisper contently to his child.

-x-

His memory is broken by the voice of Catherin. "David. Are you okay?" David, as he's known in this universe or realm...whatever it may be, turns his head to see a genuinely concerned look on the blonde woman's face. He shakes his head slightly in an attempt to clear the fog in his brain and nods.

"Yeah, I just...thought I remembered something." He replied lamely. Catherin looks relatively satisfied with that answer and nods before taking her seat in the corner of his hospital room. Sighing, David relaxes as much as he can in his hospital bed, getting lost in thought once more.

Was what he just experienced a memory? If it was, where was he now? Why were people calling him "David" when he was so sure that it was James. And, Emma! Where was Emma? Was this the curse of the Evil Queen? David sighed and scrubbed his face tiredly with his hands as he slumped against his pillows.

This was all just headache inducing, and he was so tired. Maybe he should just...Sleep on it. His eyes drooped and suddenly sleep sounded heavenly even though he had been asleep in a coma for God knows how long. Closing his eyes, David settled down beneath the hard, unwelcoming sheets of his hospital bed and allowed sleep to welcome him with open arms.