Apple Red as Blood
A random idea popped into my head to do a one shot based on how my favourite pairing might wake up, and BOOM this story was born. It might seem kindave cliché because its so similar to FTL, but I thought it might be a cute idea. Anyway, reviews are awesome! Enjoy! This is totally off canon, set during Episode 11.
David glanced up from his cooking, looking over at Mary. He cooked dinner for her, and he felt himself sigh in bliss at the rare moment that they were together in. She was enraptured by a novel, and he smiled as he watched her read. Her bangs fell messily into her eyes, and she brushed them away, sighing. He slowly began stirring the spaghetti sauce, and as he did, Mary Margaret looked up from her book and thought out loud: "When did you learn how to cook so well?"
"I guess, I've just always been good at it," he smiled back to her, as she got up from the couch. Mary came around and hugged him from behind, smiling into the back of his plaid shirt. David quickly turned around and planted a kiss on her forehead. She smiled up at him, feeling more right then she had in a long time. Ever since their regular meetings at the Troll Bridge, these impromptu dinners had become a thing. She suddenly broke away from the embrace, and leaned thoughtfully into the counter. She walked over to the cupboards, an evil smile forming on her face.
Mary reached for something in her cupboard, and before David could even think to react, she had nailed him in the face with a handful of flour. David's eyes popped open through the white mess on his face, and he reached up to wipe the reminiscent from his shirt. "You are so dead," he said, springing by her to grab the flour bag. Mary screamed and quickly ran away. He chased after her, nailing her in the back with a fistful of the thick, white ingredient. Mary giggled and the flour battle began. Soon, the entire kitchen was covered in flour, as they both stood near the kitchen table, breathing heavily from the attacks.
David took one last handful of flour and threw it into the air. As the flour rained down, David said: "Look! It's snowing." Mary looked up, and the flour softly coated her face. David came a step closer to her, wiping flour from her eyes. She stood up on her tiptoes and wiped flour from his face, her face lighting up with laughter. David brought her into a warm embrace and Mary thought fleetingly of Kathryn. David then leaned down and brought his lips to hers in a long kiss, and all previous thoughts were taken from her mind. Playfully, David picked Mary up around her middle, throwing her over his shoulder, laughing and bringing her back over to the counter. She laughed but playfully beat her hands against his back so as to let her down again.
Mary crossed the counter to the stovetop, where the spaghetti was still boiling. David took two apples from a fruit bowl, sitting atop the counter and held one out for Mary. "Here you want one? The spaghetti won't be ready for awhile," he said, while taking his own bite of the blood red apple. Mary froze, tentative to reach for the fruit. She had the oddest feeling that it was a bad idea to eat the fruit but she pushed this away as she took the fresh fruit from his hand.
She stared down at the apple in her palm, and the oddest nostalgic sensation came over her. She closed her eyes and got an image of Regina, or a woman dressed in all black that looked like Regina holding out an apple to her. Mary Margaret quickly snapped out of her daydream, and almost dropped the apple in shock. The image had felt so real, almost like it had really happened though she knew this was absurd. David looked over at Mary with a curious glance as he chewed his apple thoughtfully, wondering what had come over her.
Mary looked over at David, and flashing a smile, took a bite of her own apple. The apple had barely entered her mouth when Regina's recently planted poison took over. Mary's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she suddenly turned very pale. Mary collapsed, and David sprang to catch her. David went into panic mode, searching for signs of life in Mary's limp body. He lay her down on the ground, and quickly checked her vital signs. Almost to the point of tears at the thought of losing her, David quickly began compressions to try to resurface the fruit. Mary lay all too still, but David continued to do attempt to resuscitate her. "Don't go Mary, please don't go. We haven't had any time together, and I…I love you," David spoke, a single tear slipping down his cheek.
He gazed down at her face and was reminded suddenly of something he must have heard a long time ago: "skin white as snow, lips red as blood and hair as black as ebony." David shook this thought from his head as he leaned down to begin CPR. He meant to give Mary a breath of life, but instead it came out as the softest of kisses.
David's head began to pound with his memories of his real past returning all at once, and he almost fell over in agony as he clutched his head. Then, Snow's eyes sprang open, gazing at the face of her Prince Charming. "You…you found me," she said, smiling up at him, thinking of the time when she had first spoken these words.
"You will never have to worry, I will always find you," James spoke softly, sweeping Snow's hair from her eyes as he leaned down to kiss her again. James thought of the curse, their people and returning their memories, but the moment his lips touched Snow's again; those thoughts were erased from his mind. He had found her again, and that was all that mattered.
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