Ok, I'll start off by saying that this story is not for a lot of people.

Emma and Ruby have been together quite a while, Mary Margaret and David are as they are in the show, and after a highly emotional argument with their partners, Emma and MM hook up.

The story is about how they deal with their mistake once the curse is broken and how it affects their relationships as well as their own heads.

THIS IS NOT AN EMMA/SNOW FIC!

It will have the sex scene but I will warn before it in case that's too weird for you.

Inspired by a comment I saw on afterellen so thanks to whoever posted that.

I hope people give it a go, I know it's technically incest but that's not really the point of it. I'm far from promoting that kind of thing.


It happened so suddenly, like a tidal wave of memories and information just crashed over her. She remembered so many things, too many to get her head around so quickly. A whole other life. Memories of Snow and Mary Margaret's lives seemed to mesh together and make very little sense, just a barrage of noise rattling around in her head.

Walking around town aimlessly, head heavy with confusion, she tried to wade through the muddy swamp of her mind. Who was she? Which 'memories' where real?

Then she heard it. His unmistakable voice rang clear and true through the silent street, somehow able to calm the raging voices in her head. She would know that sound in any world.

"Snow!"

Turning to face David Nolan, the leading man in her tragic attempt at a love life, she smiled wide. Standing before her wasn't the unsure, lost man that she had come to know, but her relieved yet utterly confused husband, staring straight back at her.

"Charming." It came out as a whisper, the fog of uncertainty finally clearing and leaving her with only the weight of the last 28 years apart.

Her grin widened as she ran towards him. She remembered everything; the trials and troubles that they'd faced, their two weddings, their daughter.

Snow White stopped dead before she had managed to reach her prince, face as pale as the name suggests, that beaming smile completely gone.

Their daughter.

Emma.

Tears rushed down her cheeks, so heavy that they were quickly dripping into the hands she had taken to glaring at, her face a picture of sheer shock and horror. Her stomach churned violently. She gipped once, then twice, before crumbling to her knees in the middle of the street, not caring that the rough tarmac was cutting into her, as loud sobs were ripped from her throat.

'What have I done?'


There we go. Next chapter will begin the flashbacks, but not reaching M rating yet.

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