Okay so like I've seen a few future child traveling back into the past fanfictions for Swan Queen and I couldn't resist writing one for fun! This story is inspired from the many great people of the Swen nation :) And this is the first chapter so it might be a little blah but try it out and see if you enjoy it.
"Come on. Come on." The girl begged silently, biting down hard on her lower lip. She extended the wand in her hand once more, directing it downward in hopes of receiving a reaction from the wooden boardwalk below. When nothing happened she grunted out of frustration and threaded her fingers roughly through her dark hair. She has no idea what she's doing, all she knows is that she needs to get somewhere safe.
In the distance the trees were starting to sprout up from underneath the concrete, thick weeds were crawling on the buildings and covering the what's left of the town. A small whimper from beside her made the tense expression on her face gradually soften. The little girl standing at her side had tears streaming down her already flushed cheeks.
"Shh, Emmy." The older girl cooed, she bent down and ran the knuckle on her index finger back and forth gently across the smaller girl's wet cheek. "We'll be okay, I promise. We're going to be okay." Maybe if she repeated it to herself she would actually believe it. The growth of plants were getting dangerously close to the dock they stood on making the girl even more nervous.
"This stupid thing just needs to work!" She yelled, flicking the wand at the floor in one last attempt. Suddenly, the wand started to glow and it shook in her hand. She watched in surprise as purple vortex formed within the ground leading to their only chance at finding sanctuary.
Making sure to waste no time, she scooped up the little girl into her arms and peered into the portal. "I hope this works." That being the last thing she said before jumping inside.
The streets were silent, only the sound of the wind rustling the fallen leaves on the concrete ground could be heard. The sky was a light shade of purple decorated with millions of tiny stars that shined down on the empty streets of StoryBrooke. It was odd seeing StoryBrooke, a place that gets cursed each month, so peaceful and quiet. Emma definitely didn't mind; the blonde is seated in her yellow Volkswagen with a newspaper and a cup of coffee that went cold long ago. This was part of being the Sheriff; you got to sit around and watch empty streets until midnight-especially since the whole Cora fiasco. Since then everyone has been on edge and wanted to feel safe.
Emma sighed, the newspaper in her hand fell into her lap, and she blinked her eyes a few times to keep the sleep out of them. "You would think something would happen at night." She muttered to herself. It seems that fairy tale characters enjoyed breaking the law during daytime which didn't make the slightest bit of sense but what more could you expect from characters out of a book.
Leaning her head back against the seat, Emma's eyes drifted closed momentarily leaving her other senses heightened. Not even a few seconds later did her ears pick up the sound of the trees rustling. The rustling gradually became louder and louder similar to what you would hear when there's a tornado occurring. Emma's eyes opened and her brows furrowed downward at the sudden change in the weather. In her rear view mirror she managed to spot something forming in the sky over by the woods, something purple. She squinted and leaned forward to get a better look.
"What the hell..." She thought aloud. Sitting up straight, Emma took her car out of park and put it in drive before taking off in the direction of what could possibly be yet another danger to the residents of StoryBrooke. As the vehicle neared closer, the large formation of purple smoke begin to slowly fade until it completely disappeared leaving the small town in silence once more.
Emma pulled her yellow Volkswagen to a stop when she reached the well. Stepping out and silently shutting the car door behind her, she took in her surroundings using the bright full moon as a source of light. Through the darkness the area seemed clear, untouched, and immensely quiet; the only sound being the crunch of leaves under Emma's boots as she walked around for further examination. She stood still with one hand on her cocked out hip; there was nobody here or so it seemed. Knowing better than to let the unseen lead her astray, Emma listened closely to everything around her and what she found strange is that she could distantly make out the sound of soft breathing that wasn't her own. The sound of rustling coming from the direction to her right grasped her attention.
Instinct kicking in, Emma took out her gun and extended it toward the sound as a precaution. Carefully and slowly she made her way toward whatever seemed to be hiding behind a few large bushes. Before she could near closer to confirm her suspicions, something or someone slammed into her with such a brute force that she fell onto the ground sending her gun sliding away from her. The figure didn't give her time to get back onto her feet, it settled for getting on top of her with it's fist extended backwards ready to strike. Emma easily stopped the attack by grabbing the person's forearm when they attempted to swing, she easily rolled them over so that she now had the advantage. The person quickly retaliated by head butting her then using their forearm to successfully push her off. The move struck Emma, it's the same tactic she would use to gain the upper hand. Quickly getting onto her feet before the person attacked her again, Emma stopped another fist hurling her way and swiped their feet out from underneath them.
Once the person was on the ground, Emma picked up her gun and pointed it at them. "Stop!" She ordered, breathing heavily. When the person did, she finally got a good look at who was close to kicking her ass and to her complete shock and surprise it was a girl who had to be no older than sixteen.
From on the floor the girl stared up at her with wide eyes, not in fear but almost in recognition. Emma lowered her gun before she placed it back in the strap that connected to her belt. She reached out a helping hand although she should be pissed because her head is throbbing from being head butted but Emma decided to be empathetic. It's dark, the girl is barely of age and she's alone in a forest. It's perfectly fine to be scared and defensive in a situation like this. The girl accepted the hand, quicker than Emma had expected, and picked herself up off the ground.
After she dusted off her coat, that looked rather expensive, she stared at Emma as if waiting for her to say something first.
It didn't take long for Emma to catch on. "Okay, I'll talk. What are you doing in the middle of the forest so late at night, kid?" Emma didn't have time for introductions. Her main priority is to figure out why there's a teenager in the woods alone at night and where the hell did she come from. In the back of her mind she remembered the purple smoke that came from the sky. There's a possibility that this is what left the obvious form of magic but Emma refrained from asking so suddenly.
The teenager opened her mouth to speak but hesitated shortly. "Would it...would it be possible that you know who I am?"
Emma looked the girl over; she had big bright blue eyes hidden behind long dark lashes. Her long raven hair contrasted greatly with her pale skin; her face was round and slightly chubby but her jaw was firm and defined. Emma had to admit that the girl looked familiar to someone she knew, she couldn't quite place her finger on it at the moment, but other than that she had never seen this girl in her life.
"I've seen a lot of different faces in my life but yours doesn't seem to be ringing any bells, sorry. You from here?" Emma watched the teenager in suspicion. The girl is scanning her surroundings, her bottom lip pulled in between her teeth as she craned her neck to look around. "Are you lost..? Do you need me to call your parents?"
"Mommy?" Both heads turned in the direction of the small voice. A little girl, around the age of three or four, came from behind the bushes that Emma had pointed her gun at not too long ago. She had shoulder length, curly, chocolate brown hair that's had been styled into a fringe haircut. Held tightly in the crook of her arm is a white stuffed unicorn with a golden horn. Her big eyes were staring directly at Emma as she took small steps toward the two.
"Emily, I told you not to come out until I said so." The teenager chided gently before picking her up.
"Is that your daughter?" Emma assumed from the word that left the child's mouth.
"Little sister." She corrected. "She gets confused sometimes."
"You did it! You found her!" Emily cheered happily, the large smile on her face revealed two missing front teeth. "Now we can-" A hand placed over her mouth stopped the next sentence from being said.
Both of Emma's eyebrows were arched in surprise, her entire facial expression revealed confusion. "What is she talking about?"
"Nothing! It's nothing." The answer came out too fast and Emma's superpower immediately spiked.
"How about we try that again without the lying." Emma stated smoothly, folding her arms across her chest.
The teenager exhaled deeply and squeezed her eyes shut. It's useless to continue to lie. The troubled expression on her face didn't go unnoticed by the woman standing before her. "I'm such a screw up." She whispered to herself.
Emma's face immediately softened. She knows the feeling of self deprecation all too well. "Look, kid, you shouldn't beat yourself up like that. Okay? If there's something you need to tell me, tell me. Believe me, I've heard everything."
"We're your children...from like... a couple of years from now."
"Okay, I stand corrected. Maybe I haven't heard everything." Emma's eyebrows furrowed.
"I know it sounds insane, I know." The girl quickly stated. "And I knew you wouldn't believe me." She used her free hand to dig in the pocket of her coat where she pulled out what appeared to be a folded photograph. "That's why I brought this along." She extended the picture to Emma who hesitated before taking it. When she unfolded it, she couldn't stop her face from falling in shock.
"That's not..." Emma's words trailed off as she further examined the picture. She flipped it over and to her surprise she found the title "Family Day" written in her own handwriting. "How did you do this? Photoshop? Magic? How?" She eagerly questioned.
"Wha-no." Judging by the look on the teenager's face she took offense to the accusations. She put Emily down who hugged her leg the minute her feet touched the floor. "I don't even know how to photoshop things and even if I could I wouldn't photoshop pictures, I'd photoshop things like-I don't know- better report card grades or something."
Emma didn't reply, she only looked back down at the picture with the same look of disbelief. She heard the girl sigh dramatically.
"Listen, my little sister is cold. Can you take us to the station or any place warm? Then I can answer all the questions you have." The teenager promised.
Emma knew the exact place.
The sound of the clock ticking filled the Charming's silent yet tension filled apartment. Emma was leaning the upper half of her body on the kitchen island with her face propped up in her hand, Snow was standing next to David with a thoughtful look on her face while her husband had his arms folded across his chest. All three adults were taking in the two children seated in the chairs near the kitchen. On the surface of the counter laid a picture of Emma with the two girls, nothing but smiles on their faces as they sat upside down on a bench that Emma recognized from the small pond in StoryBrooke.
"Well she does have your most of your features, Emma." Snow was the first to break the silence, looking over at her daughter who was staring intently at the two girls. She was referring to the youngest child who didn't seemed bothered by the attention, her short legs swinging back and forth as they dangled off the chair.
"I know. It's freaky." Emma mumbled. She pushed herself off of the kitchen island and walked over to stand next to her parents. "You mind explaining everything to us again...uh.."
"It's Reagan." The teenager finished for her. "And why? So you can use your special ability on me?"
The response took Emma slightly aback and it showed. "How do you know about that?"
"Because I'm not making this up." Reagan stressed for the third time today. "You asked for evidence and I gave you evidence." She motioned to the picture on the counter. "People in this town are characters out of a fairy tale book, people can jump from realm to realm and you're having a hard time believing that we're your kids from a different time?"
It's that piece of information that left her stumped and completely baffled. In the near future she has two kids; she couldn't even handle having one. But even Emma couldn't deny that Emily looked extremely similar to herself, Reagan on the other hand didn't look too much like her. Some of her features look similar to Snow's but she couldn't place who else she looks like.
"Fine, lets say that I was to believe you. Tell me something only my future children would know." Emma had to test them as a precaution. She had already taken too many chances that went awry before.
"Sure. Um.." Reagan stared down at the floor as she thought. "Oh! You have a son named Henry who you gave up for adoption when he was born because you wanted to give him his best chance, just like your parents wanted to give you. And um-on your wrist you keep Graham's shoelace from his boot which you never...really...told anyone and I'm spilling that detail right now...sorry." She partly covered her mouth with her fingers.
Emma unconsciously touched the only piece of Graham she had left. Reagan definitely wasn't lying and no matter how many times Emma's eyes searched every inch of the girl's face to detect any twitch or sign of nervousness, she found nothing. "Alright, I believe you." She moved back to look the girls over, really look them over. She hadn't even noticed that she was gazing at them but Snow and Charming did and they smiled at the sight.
Emma has two more children, meaning that she's going to find someone to settle down with and start a family. She's going to be happy. A smile graced her face as she continued to stare at them.
"Where did you learn how to fight like that?" Emma questioned, she didn't bother to hide how impressed she was.
A lopsided grin formed on Reagan lips. "Only from the best. You. And sorry for attacking you. I couldn't see your face, only your gun pointed at where Emily was."
"Don't worry about it. It's a natural instinct to protect the ones we love."
"Just to clear things up," Charming interjected. He motioned with his index finger back and forth between him and Snow. "We're the fun grandparents, right?"
Emily nodded vigorously. "Grandma Snow gave me Miss Sunshine." She held up the stuffed animal for them to view.
"Charming it's a unicorn." Snow laughed softly. "Just like the one from-"
"Emma's nursery." He finished, grinning at his daughter.
"Speaking of parents-who's your father, kid?" Emma asked although she wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to know. The information would seem small but it will change her life forever and she's not too sure she's ready for that.
Reagan laughed at the question causing Emma as well as her parents to give the girl a confused look. "I don't have a father, you know that."She replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Snow glanced at Emma with a puzzled expression then looked back at her granddaughter. "What do you mean?"
Reagan looked at the three, her amused expression quickly went to one of horror. "Oh man. That wand sent me so far back." She stated to herself more than the people in front of her.
"Wand? What wand?" Emma questioned.
Reagan started rummaging through the small backpack that she had brought along with her stationed on the counter top behind her. When she pulled out what appeared to be a snapped in half wand she accidentally knocked the bag onto the floor, spilling all of its contents. Reagan remained oblivious as she went on to explain herself but Emma didn't and when she bent down to gather the falling objects, she found that Reagan hadn't exactly showed her everything.
"This wand-well at least what's left of it." Reagan frowned as she made an attempt to piece the halves back together with no avail. "You gave it to me so I could get me and Emily away."
"You two were running from something?" Snow asked.
"That's the reason we're here. Someone went back in time and altered everything." She looked between her grandparents. "StoryBrooke is gone. It reverted back to the forest it once was and..." Reagan visibly gulped, struggling to say the next words aloud. She glanced over at Emily to make sure she wasn't listening. "It took everyone with it." She whispered sadly.
"Reagan." Emma straightened up, holding more photographs in her hand.
"No, I'm not about to cry. I have an eyelash in my eye." She murmured, blinking back tears.
"Emma what is that?" Snow moved closer to take a look.
Upon hearing the question, Reagan shifted her attention to Emma and the minute she did her eyes widened.
"I was hoping Reagan could tell me." She turned the photograph so that the teenager could see. The image of Emma, Emily, Henry, herself, and a familiar dark haired mayor standing together in a perfect family portrait stared her in the face. "Please tell me this isn't what you meant when you said you don't have a father." Emma's eyes were shut. The resemblance is clear now but the back of her mind refused to accept it.
"Surprise...?"