**I anticipate some heavy stuff in the next few episodes but that's what makes the show so great, the ups and downs.
I've been working on an art project depicting quite a bit of depression and sorrow, and because I was already in that mindset I was able to write a little something here.
I'm still thrown off by how we keep switching back and forth between fairy tale character and cursed town names so I'm sorry if I mess that part up for you.
I don't anticipate this being more than a one-shot/short story but here it is. **
Reach
Emma made her way down the sidewalk in front of the old apartment. Henry followed far behind her, which hurt to say the least, but she had other things to worry about at the moment.
After Cora had sent her and Neal away in that puff of magical smoke, so that she could attempt to kill Mr. Gold, Emma had been left completely out of the information loop. She managed to go back to the scene where the battle had begun only to find Gold alone in the back room of his shop. He explained that Cora had been defeated but did not specifically say how or by whose hand. It wasn't until she met David and Mary Margaret later that David explained what had happened and that it was in fact Mary Margaret, Snow White herself, who had defeated Cora the Queen of Hearts.
That was all anyone really explained to her but it was all she needed to know to understand how Mary Margaret was reacting to that situation.
For the most part Mary Margaret had remained in a state of shock and depression. As Snow White she had been known as the fairest of them all. She had the purest of souls and now it was stained with that touch of darkness for it was by her hand that Cora's life was switched for that of Rumpelstiltskin's. This was something she was not ever going to get over and so she remained silent, closed off to the world, and did little to interact with her family.
Emma makes her way to the porch of the apartment building and takes a seat on the step next to David. "How is she today?" She quietly asks.
"As good as can be expected I guess… she ate a little breakfast but hasn't said a word. How's Henry?"
Emma sighs as they both watch the boy in question make his way to stand at the end of the sidewalk where they could see him. "He still hates me." She says as she meets eyes with Henry, instantly knowing by his body language that he is not going to come any closer. She turns to ask, "Can you keep an eye on him? I want to go in and see her."
"Sure…" He says with a nod "Good luck." He offers as he watches her get up from the step and walk in to the building.
She makes her way down the hallway. There were so many things she wanted to say. She wanted to console the woman, tell her how she did the right thing even if it truly felt like the wrong thing. She wanted to tell her that it didn't matter what anyone else thought of her because she defeated Cora to protect her family, but these were things that she could easily say to Mary Margaret. The question now was would this be any consolation for Snow White? She didn't know what to say to her own mother and with this thought in mind she stops short of turning the doorknob of the apartment door.
She pulls her hand away from that doorknob and stares at the door instead. "What do I even say to her?" She whispers. She begins to pace down the hallway and then back to the apartment door trying to get her thoughts together.
There had been a time when she had spent the evening in Mary Margaret's bedroom. It was the night David Nolan had broken her heart. She had walked in that evening to find her roommate hugging a pillow quietly crying. Emma remembered feeling helpless then much like she feels now. She was at a loss because she wanted to console someone she cared about who needed to be consoled but she had no real experience in doing so. Back then all she needed to do was simply be there while her friend silently cried in the bed next to her and that seemed to be enough, but again this wasn't just Mary Margaret. She was also Snow White.
Emma sighs clearly frustrated with herself. She didn't have time to waste planning things out. She needed to take action and so she would do what she did best and wing it. She turns the knob of that door and finally makes her way into the apartment heading straight to Mary Margaret's bedroom. She doesn't say anything she simply looks the woman over.
Mary Margaret is facing away from her, sitting up in the left side of the bed with her legs folded, a pillow in her lap. She stares out the window and does not acknowledge the fact that Emma is in the room perhaps because she is simply too lost in thought to really care.
Emma takes a moment to gauge the stance of the woman before she makes her way to the opposite side of the bed so that she can sit down and take a good look at Mary Margaret's face. As she sits she keeps her eyes trained on the woman and finds that she is not disturbed by this. She continues to stare out the window not even bothering to flinch.
Emma looks down at where Mary Margaret's hands are resting flat on the pillow. She reaches out with one hand and tucks it in to one of those hands. Still the brunette does not acknowledge her so she squeezes that hand in an attempt to get her attention which she only fails to do.
She gives the woman another look over, taking in the expressionless face. It's probably one of the scariest things she's seen in the past year, someone once full of hope now dead to the world in mind and spirit.
She takes in a deep breath before she moves a little closer to the woman. She pulls her hand out of the brunette's and instead tucks her hands under the arms of the somewhat catatonic woman and pulls her body to her in an uneasy embrace. Still the woman does not react.
Emma can't help but shed a few tears feeling a little defeated at the moment. It hurt her. It hurt to know that someone she loved so dearly was in this much pain. The woman had shut herself down. She was lost in her own thoughts. She needed to be reached somehow.
"I…"Emma struggles to say. "I know you're in there Mary Margaret." The tears flow a bit more freely. "Snow…"She says with a hiccup. "Mom…" she whispers. "Please just come back to us. We need you here." She says in a desperate tone. "I… need you."
After a moment she feels two hands pressing up against her back, a nose slightly nuzzling her hair, and a faint squeeze of her body. She smiles as she cries in to the shoulder of the woman she clings to. Though the woman remains silent the only thing that matters today is that she has been reached.
**Anyway, not one of my best but there it is. Take from it what you will. ;)**
